Taking Chances Page 2

  “So, name your prize.”

  “You.” I stepped in and she planted a huge, wet victory kiss on my thirsty lips. Success tasted sweeter than I could have hoped.

  At ten o’clock that evening, the sky exploded in bouquets of colorful lights in time with the musical accompaniment, showing off its beauty for the world to see. The crowd had quieted to watch the fireworks. It seemed, at least from where I stood, that Melanie and I should boldly display the beauty of our love too. We had both battled our fears that day, and we deserved to celebrate publicly. The night was perfect in every way. It was as if we were the only two lovers alive. I took her hand and led her into the woods behind the field. We hadn’t gotten very far, frantically groping each other as if there were only minutes left to live and we had to get it all in.

  “Stop,” she said, despite her voice thick with need.

  I was about to sulk, but she lifted me up against a tree. Her musk mingled with pine, leaves, and soil as I kissed her face, her hair, and her lips. I wanted to swallow her whole.

  Her breath caressed my cheek and her hands ignited my skin. “You drive me crazy, but let’s not rush it.” She lifted my shirt and unhooked my bra.

  “You drive me crazy, too.”

  She teased my nipples, hard as pebbles, between her fingers.

  I’d spent years dreaming about this moment and now that it was here, I bit my lower lip. “Wait or I’ll come too quick.” I tried to take my mind off my raging hormones, my panties already slick from her touch, but I could have more easily climbed Mount Everest.

  I tore at her shirt and her small breasts fit neatly in my palms. She moaned as I played each one. Seeing Melanie naked while she changed clothes did not prepare me for taking her bare flesh beneath my tongue and tasting. She was good to the core. I wanted all of her and I would go to any lengths to give her all of me.

  “I love you Mel, so much.”

  “Me too, Jor.”

  “What about your parents?”

  “Right now, I don’t care.”

  From that moment on, we wasted no time getting completely naked with the moon and the stars as our only light. We’d already wasted precious years denying the obvious and delaying the inevitable.

  Melanie pulled me closer by my hips. Our breasts, bellies and thighs completed the puzzle. Her thigh soon shimmered with my juices. Her finger found what I needed and she pinched my tender flesh, circling in and out of my wet depths until I screamed for more. She placed her hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. I could taste my arousal dripping from her fingers.

  “Please, Mel, please fuck me.” I was so hot for her. It seemed the forest was closing in around my need. I held my breath as she entered me all the while thumbing me close, but not quite to climax. She must have felt how hard I was for her, how wet, how open, because she thrust her fingers inside until I begged for mercy. Only then did she give me exactly what I wanted, what I longed for and what I needed most—all of her in me, and a part of me forever more. She was my best friend when we got to the fair, but she was my best girl when we left.

  I took my chances and I’ve never regretted it. We’ve since moved away from her intolerant family and we’re making it quite nicely on our own. It’s been the best years of my life, and Melanie shows me every day and in every way that she has no regrets, either. We own and operate the famous Melanie Jordan Resort, the best bed and breakfast and health spa in Massachusetts. At least we, and the women and their partners who book with us year after year, think so. Love, true love, has a way of making anything and everything possible. But if we didn’t take the chance, we’d have never known.

  Melanie, honey, if you’re reading this, I love you with all my heart, mind, body and soul. You are my everything. Happy Anniversary, Darling!

  The End

  About the Author

  Cheri Crystal is a healthcare professional by day and an erotic romance writer by night. She was born and raised in New York and lives in the United Kingdom with her wife. Cheri began writing fiction in 2003 after reviewing for Lambda Book Report, Just About Write, Independent Gay Writer and other e-zines. Her short story collection, Attractions of the Heart, was a 2010 Golden Crown Literary Winner for lesbian erotica. Cheri is honored to be included in the groundbreaking anthology, Ageless Erotica, edited by Joan Price, with her tantalizing lesbian love story, “Better Than Vibrators.” In her spare time, she enjoys swimming, hiking, viewing wildlife, cooking, jigsaw puzzles and spending quality time with family and friends. Visit www.chericrystal.com and friend her on Facebook for the latest news.

  Other Stories by Cheri Crystal

  Award winning author of

  Attractions of the Heart

  Road Rage

  Top Bird

  Innocent Kiss

  Exercise Dyke

  The Ties That Bind

  Does The Butch Come With The Recipe?

  Campus Craze

  Steam

  Playing With The Band

  Going Fishing

  Consult My Pussy

  Mirror Image

  Better Than Vibrators

  Help Wanted: Clitoris Missing In Action

  Climbing Rocks

  Taking Chances

  To learn more about Cheri, visit her at:

  http://chericrystal.com/

  and friend her on Facebook for the latest news.