A Week To Remember Ch. 3 - Sex Stories

A Week To Remember Ch. 3

... to put it, will you help me hang it Friday?” Shelly asked and looked back at Lacey. Instead of seeing her eyes, her first sight was Lacey’s lips, the lips that tortured and excited her every time they touched her own. The lips moved but instead of kissing Shelly’s lips, they kissed her forehead and held there for a few seconds. “Do I need to bring anything, or have you got what we need here to hang it?” Lacey asked as she smiled down at Shelly. “I just need you,” Shelly whispered. She turned her head back around to the painting and leaned it back against Lacey. “We used to lose mom. We’d get up expecting breakfast to be on the table, and she wouldn’t even be around. Dad would pick me up, give me a kiss and tell me to go fetch my mother. She was always in the same place, sitting under that tree with a book in her hands. She would get so caught up in her story or just being there, she would lose track of time. I’d run out there, and her and Rocky would be underneath that tree together. That horse loved when she would go out and visit with him. He’d follow her anywhere. He even followed her to the other side. Rocky only lasted three months after she died.” “Does it signify everything that you’ve lost?” Lacey was starting to regret giving the painting to Shelly. She knew that it was an important scene to her but also knew that it reminded her of a painful time in her life. “It used to, but not anymore. I always looked at that picture when I was scared or lost. I’ve never felt ...

... more at home than I did there, with mom and dad and Rocky. But it’s not as hard to look at now. I know where I belong and where home is.” Shelly turned into Lacey’s neck and breathed in the scent that excited and eased her at the same time. “Where’s that?” Lacey asked as Shelly’s breathed teased across her skin. “With you,” Shelly murmured before kissing the base of Lacey’s neck. She let her lips linger against the skin, but moved them no further. “I don’t suppose you know a witch who can work up a spell to put me to sleep until Friday do you?” Lacey asked. “No, but if you find one, order a double,” Shelly laughed softly. She knew how hard it had been for her tonight and was pleased, and troubled at the same time, finding out that Lacey was having as much trouble handling everything as she was. “I should go,” Lacey almost whispered. She felt Shelly nod against her neck and place a final kiss before sitting up. Shelly stood before her and held out a hand to help Lacey up. Lacey took it and stood up in front of Shelly. Shelly led her to the door, but turned and leaned back against it instead of opening it for Lacey. Shelly knew she should open the door, but it was the last thing she wanted to do. She wanted to pull Lacey into her and feel her muscular body pressing into hers. She wanted clothes gone and skin caressing her own. Hands would roam until they found exactly what they were looking for, and lips would follow the same path to excite the parts that hands alone could not. As ...