A Week To Remember Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

A Week To Remember Ch. 3

... drivers’ door and Shelly was hovered over her. Lips pressed, sucked and slid together as both women got lost in the moment. It was Shelly who finally pulled away and looked down at Lacey. “Enough, please,” Shelly whispered. She couldn’t take the teasing any more. She didn’t want to just rise to the precipice and look over the edge. She wanted to fly over the edge and feel the power as she fell back to earth. “You can kiss me and hold my hand but until you are prepared to make love to me, you can go no further than that. I can’t take it anymore, Lacey. I want all of you in every way possible.” Lacey watched as Shelly pulled away, slid back over to her seat and got out of the car. Lacey grabbed the keys and pulled herself up and over the door. She caught up with Shelly and laced her fingers with Shelly’s. She followed Shelly in and to her apartment. When Shelly stopped at the door and turned to her, Lacey finally spoke. “I don’t intend to stay, but the last thing I want to give you is already inside.” Lacey stood there as Shelly turned and opened the door to her apartment. “Go over to the couch and get what I hid behind it.” Shelly turned from her and went to the end of the couch. She pulled out the covered canvas and sat it on the couch. She grabbed a hold of the cloth cover and gently removed it. When she saw the canvas, she almost lost her footing from the surprise. Lacey was right behind her and steadied her before she could fall. As Lacey starting moving her arm around ...

... Shelly’s waist, her hand was captured and was pulled up over Shelly’s heart. “You can do this, but yet, you just paint surfboards?” Shelly asked, tears streaming down her face. “I’ve never enjoyed painting in the traditional sense. But occasionally, when the mood strikes me, I will do special scenes.” Lacey kissed Shelly’s head as the both stared down at the scene of Shelly’s childhood home. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Shelly admitted and turned to look at Lacey. “I will treasure it forever.” Shelly gave Lacey a soft kiss and looked up at her. “Can you sit with me for a bit? I’d rather you not leave right away.” Lacey gave her a nod, and Shelly pulled away to place the painting against the edge of the bar. She came back over to the couch and sat down sideways looking at it. Lacey sat down behind her and pulled her back against her chest. Shelly lay back willingly and finally took a deep breath. “It looks so real Lacey. I saw the scene in person and don’t remember it looking that good. You have a great talent.” Shelly brought her hand up and let it slide through Lacey’s hair as she continued to stare at her home, her mother. “It’s just a painting Shelly. I used the paints and embellished the colors. I tried to paint it as you would have seen it.” Lacey was never one who liked the constant praise that always went with the paintings that she had done, but in this case, she was glad that Shelly liked it and enjoyed hearing her admiration. “Once I figure out where ...