Cadence of My Heart (15 page)

A breeze drifting in from the open window lifts the hem of Marlee’s skirt, exposing a stockinged thigh. Taking advantage of the enticement, Cadence glides a hand under the skirt, finding the top of the stocking and the smooth skin beyond.

“That was so epic.” She relaxes on Marlee’s chest. “But how come it wasn’t messy? Like it was with you.”

“Not every woman comes like that, and not necessarily every time.” Marlee kisses the top of her head, allaying her concerns. “Every orgasm is unique.”

Cadence ponders that for a while, leading her to wonder about the breadth of Marlee’s past experiences. “Have you ever had an orgasm with a fella?”

“No,” Marlee answers softly, getting a sense of where this conversation’s about to go long before it gets there. “Why do you ask?”

It takes Cadence a while to articulate herself, feeling unnecessarily embarrassed by the topic, and when she does finally speak, her voice has a slight tremor to it, all self-assurance evaporated.

“What does it feel like to have a … a thing inside you?”

She grimaces at the word ‘thing’, and Marlee feels a small shudder run through her.

“It depends.” Marlee twists around to face her. “Some women like penetration, others don’t. It doesn’t matter whether you’re gay or straight, it’s all about what makes you feel good.”

Cadence digests that, applying this new information to the sensations and passions she’s feeling. “In that case, I think I want more.” Some of her confidence returns. “I want you inside me, but deeper. More than just fingers. Does that make sense?” She doesn’t wait for Marlee to answer. “I want you to fill me, and be in every inch of me. Is that terribly dirty?”

Terribly, delightfully dirty, Marlee thinks, excited by the thought of taking Cadence that way. But does Cadence really know what she’s asking for? Is that really what she wants? Phallic penetration? Are they even on the same page?

“Are you saying you want us to make love the way heterosexual couples do?” she asks in the most delicate way possible, just in case she’s misinterpreting Cadence’s craving.

“I think so.” Cadence rolls over and looks up at her. “Can we do that?” She quirks an impish grin. “I want to try it with you.”

As much as Marlee is eager to say yes and reach for the bedside table, she has to admit that she’s conflicted and concerned. She was hoping to have a little more time to ease Cadence into this kind of lovemaking—assuming she’d want it at all—and she has no idea how her snug body will accommodate something of such girth. Nevertheless, she’s keen to further their newly flowering physical relationship, and she certainly doesn’t want to deny Cadence something that might bring her incredible satisfaction.

Thus, “Of course, sweetheart. We can make love any way you want, but you’re so tight and I don’t want to hurt you. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather wait a while?”

“I want you in every way, Marlee.” Cadence peels away from her, sprawling naked on the bed, legs spread and back arched, breasts bouncing. “I’m certain of it.”

After doing away with her clothing, Marlee reaches for the drawer in the bedside table and pulls out an L-shaped, silicone dildo. It’s eight inches of cock, with a contoured bulb ‘handle’ that enables both partners to gain pleasure from it without needing to be strapped into an uncomfortable, bulky harness.

At first sight of it, Cadence’s eyes widen, almost aghast. “It’s so big!” she exclaims. “How will it fit?”

“It might hurt at first,” Marlee concedes, that being her fear from the outset.

Cadence looks worried, her brow puckered with concern and confusion. “But it doesn’t hurt when you use your fingers.”

“Finger,” Marlee disillusions her, setting the dildo on the bedside table. “You’re very tight, and I’ve been very gentle. Your body’s still quite virginal.”

“How come?” Cadence’s frown deepens.

“Young girls have a kind of barrier inside them,” Marlee explains delicately. “It’s a protective membrane that gets broken when the girl has penetrative sex for the first time, and—”

“A hymen, Marlee.” Cadence rolls her eyes. “You can say hymen. I’m not retarded.”

Marlee scowls. “Fine. If you know what it is, why did you ask?”

“Because I thought you … when you … and then we … oh …”

Suddenly, she seems so lost and small. Vulnerable even. She hasn’t been made a woman in the way she thought she had, and that saddens her beyond words, as though she’s been cheated out of something special.

Marlee gets it.

She bends forward and kisses her, explaining gently, “We’ve still had sex, honey. We’ve had amazing, wonderful sex, I just haven’t broken you in. Not completely. I’ve stretched you a little, but I didn’t want to tear you. Just in case.”

“Just in case what?”

That’s a good question, and Marlee can’t think of an answer that doesn’t sound utterly ridiculous. Just in case she has to take a husband? Just in case he checks? Gawd, who pays attention to that sort of thing anymore? No-one. Most girls break their hymens long before they have intercourse for the first time. Even if a new husband should notice she’d been breached, he wouldn’t likely leap to the conclusion that she’d taken another lover between her legs. It could’ve happened horseback riding, or with the use of tampons, or gymnastics, or masturbation, or any number of other things. Whoever would suspect that the nanny was to blame?

Honestly, she’d even been a little surprised to gaze upon that perfect, unbroken membrane of light pink skin, staggered to find it completely intact. Staggered and excited. Excited and terrified.

She’d positively vibrated with the thought of being the one to break through that last vestige of childhood and bring her darling Cadence fully into womanhood. But at the same time, she hadn’t been able to overlook the magnitude of the responsibility. Hadn’t been able to overlook it, nor come to terms with it—and that’s the crux of the issue, she realizes.

Keeping Cadence’s hymen intact gave her a convenient mental loophole, and plausible deniability. In that way, Cadence was still just as innocent as she always had been, and nothing was lost. They could touch and caress, and bring each other mutual satisfaction without having to sacrifice her purity.

How illogical! The very moment she trailed her hand between Cadence’s legs and felt the folds of her most private place, all innocence was lost. She’d made love to Cadence, and whether her hymen was broken or not didn’t matter, they’d still done the deed. Multiple times.

“I know my concerns are silly, and dreadfully old fashioned,” Marlee confesses, reaching down and pushing one careful finger into Cadence’s wetness. “I’m so paranoid someone will find out what we’ve begun doing, that’s all.”

Cadence’s body yields smoothly to Marlee’s penetration, the walls of her inner sex offering little resistance.

“More,” she begs almost immediately, just as Marlee had done in the Lymington bed and breakfast. “I need more.”

Marlee smiles, aware that Cadence is using her as a behavioral template. “You know I’m not even supposed to talk about these things with you, much less
do
them. This is so naughty.”

She pulls her finger all the way out, presses her index and middle fingers together, then teases them back in, millimeter by millimeter, just the tips at first.

Cadence holds her breath, and Marlee feels her body clench, clamping down on her. She eases in another inch, then Cadence winces.

“Too much.” She squirms.

“Relax.” Marlee tenders her a kiss. “Let me make love to you.”

After a few more kisses, Cadence’s muscles loosen and Marlee slips her fingers all the way in, reaching deep inside.

“How does that feel?” She strokes Cadence’s spongy ridges.

“Better.” Cadence lifts her knees, giving Marlee better access. “Nice.”

Marlee keeps going, coaxing Cadence’s orgasm to the surface. When she feels Cadence is getting close, she pushes even deeper, going above and beyond that most sensitive place.

“How about now?”

All Cadence can muster in response is a faint peep between fast, shallow breaths. Marlee can feel her body teetering on the fringe of climax, her legs beginning to twitch, and she so wants to tip her over the edge. Wriggling lower, she sucks Cadence’s clit into her mouth, bringing on a climax that erupts suddenly and powerfully—and loudly.

“You’re so wet, Cady.” Marlee keeps probing her long after it’s over, fingers squelching, relishing every sensual contraction. “Do you still want to try the other thing?”

Cadence nods, eyeing the dildo with caution.

Pulling her digits free, Marlee reaches for it and puts the bulb end inside herself, squeezing her muscles around it, holding it in place inside her. On her knees, she lines herself up between Cadence’s thighs, wetting the shaft of the cock with her young lover’s arousal. Once it’s slick enough, she eases the head inside, up to the crown, pushing it between Cadence’s labia, touching her slit.

“It’s enormous.” Cadence stares at it.

Marlee has to admit, the cock does look huge nestled inside the lips of her tiny opening.

“Do you want to wait until you’re older?” she offers again, fully prepared to banish the toy back to the drawer from whence it came.

“Na-uh.” Cadence kisses away Marlee’s hesitation. “I want to give myself to you this way. I really do.”

Marlee continues to ease the cock in inch by inch, feeling the resistance of Cadence’s hymen, the underside of the cock nudging up against it, applying just enough pressure to break through. In that split second, three things happen:

Cadence squeals.

Marlee freezes, half in and half out of Cadence’s taut body.

A small trickle of blood dribbles onto the white bed sheet, soaking in, leaving behind the light pink staining of final defloration.

Marlee whines, loving and hating everything about this moment. She just made Cadence a woman in the most absolute, unequivocal way—such tremendous bliss! There’s a rush of adrenalin, an overwhelming sense of love and adoration, followed by an intense flash of fright and dismay.

“Are you okay?”

“That hurt, Marlee.” Tears well in Cadence’s downturned eyes.

“Oh, darling.” Marlee peppers her lips with kisses. “If you want to stop—”

“No!” Cadence is quite resolute, reaching for Marlee’s bum, pulling her closer. “Keep going. I want to do this with you. Please!”

After breaking through Cadence’s hymen, Marlee slides the rest of the shaft deep into her sex without much effort, bumping up against her rubbery cervix. When she’s in all the way, she lies perfectly still, kissing Cadence’s soft lips.