— Mai—" I whimpered, as we took each other.
I arched my back, and threw my head back, as Maisie caressed my mounds, tweaking my nipples, as I felt my clit begin to tingle. With a sudden burst of pent-up emotion, I came, my pussy throbbing and gushing on Maisie's. We rubbed our clits together, our eyes wide and breathing on each other. Our hands and lips madly touched each other with small kisses as our pelvises tumbled against the other. The last thing I remembered was Maisie's beautiful cum face, as I slumped to her chest. As I collapsed on her body, I felt wet and relieved. She playfully slapped my ass, giggling like a mad woman, as we sloppily kissed.
"Morning, darling," she wheezed.
"My God, Maisie...you think so?" I giggled, as I slid off her body, but moved my head to her stomach and used her as a pillow. I smiled at how her tummy rose and fell, and heard her desperate gasps for air. My nose was twelve inches from her wetness, so I moved down, kissing her red-haired pussy, my hands running along her legs.
"Here...up here, mo ghràdh," she said, and I relented and moved to her. We held each other's face, kissed, and buried ourselves in each other's hair.
"Perfect," I heard her whisper, and I pulled her tighter to me.
We finally came to, showered, dressed and headed out for our last breakfast in Brighton. We talked about everything, but the most important topic...us. There would be time enough for that, so we enjoyed our final walk through the town, the Sunday markets crowded already.
"Thank you for
the most
wonderful gift, Maisie. This has been special in so many ways. I wouldn't want anyone but you here with me," I murmured.
"And I've loved spoiling you, Chloe," she sighed, as we sat on benches on the seafront. "One more thing though...here, leannan," and she handed me a small package. I carefully opened it, knowing any pleas of 'You shouldn't have' would be brushed aside. Inside was the beautiful, stone-laden silver bracelet we had seen on Friday.
"My God, Maisie! How...when did you...I...I love it. It's beautiful...as are you," I sighed, and kissed her sweetly. "This...all of this is perfect."
I laid my head on her shoulder and almost cried.
"We can't possibly go a year, Maisie. I'm ready...if you are. I love you just the way you are, mon amour. As flawed as you think you may be, and as incomplete as you think you may be, I love you. You don't hide from me...and I won't hide from you. I want to take this chance with you, Maisie. The only thing I'd ever regret is
not
taking this chance. I know our youth is against us, but I want to be with you...if you want to be with me," I sighed, my heart almost breaking.
Maisie looked deep into my eyes for the longest time, almost too long, 'til her hands gently cradled my face and said, "I couldn't have said it better, Chloe. Let's do this together..." and we kissed. We sat on that bench for ages, wrapped in each other, the sea breeze whipping our hair around and the smells of the sea, one I would never forget.
We drove the long way home, stopping in small, quaint Sussex villages, popping into antique shops and bookshops, and then found a quirky pub for lunch. Too soon, the landscape of London reared its head. Neither of us wanted this quiet weekend to end, but knew we'd have more in the future. We pulled into the drive, Maggie and Lily waving to us from inside. God, I hoped they hadn't been there all day! They ran and hugged us, shrieking with childish delight. Mums and dad were out in the garden, so we joined them, hugs and kisses all around. They facetiously asked if we had a good weekend. I think our blushes answered better than our words. We gave the kids their little gifts, apologising for not getting my parents anything.
"It seems you may have been a bit too...busy?" mom smirked, and I blushed again. "Don't worry. As long as you both had a good time, that's all that matters," she smiled, lovingly.
Maisie thought she should be getting home to get herself sorted, so we all said our goodbyes, ours somewhat extended.
"Thank you again, mon amour. I'll...never forget this time with you. See you tomorrow," I whispered, and waved her off.
I spent the rest of the late afternoon with my sisters, catching up with them and their weekend. In no time, it was a bath and bedtime for those two, and afterwards, I sat with my mums and dad in the front room, drinks in hand and the mood relaxed.
"So..." mom smiled. "Tell us...all?"
It was wonderful, mom. More than I expected," I said, then bored them all with the weekend high
lights "We're...together now, 'kay? It just makes sense to do it, learn and see where it takes us. Maisie has said that I can still, well, sleep with you...if that's all right? I know what we talked about, but could I...please...sometimes, still?" I asked, hopeful they'd still want me in their bed.
"Hmmm," mum hummed. "Leave that with us, all right. Chloe, we don't want to influence or spoil what you have together and never want to be in the way. Leave it with us, and we'll figure it out, all right?" she said, understandingly.
Dad was unusually quiet but was happy for me. We'd be in Paris in three weeks anyway, so...The next week went too quickly, as my party was Saturday, but mums had everything sorted, luckily.
The day of my party arrived, and Maisie came over early without her mother, who'd come later with the other guests. We pottered about, mums not letting us do any prep. However, there was little to do as dad had catered the whole event, even having waitresses to serve everyone! How very posh! I was in the front room with my sisters and Maisie when David and Leila walked in. I jumped into his arms, hugging and kissing him. I warmly hugged and kissed Leila. It was wonderful to see them both after so long, it seemed. Maggie and Lily clambered all over David; their affection was so evident. I introduced them to Maisie without blushing, and they hugged and kissed her affectionately. David did the old 'eyebrow' thing to me, and I snickered and nodded emphatically, 'Yes'. Wordlessly, he walked to me and embraced me. That's all that was needed.
More and more guests arrived; Ben and Eloise with the teenaged Simon in tow. I hugged them both excitedly. He was practically family to us. Again, I introduced them to Maisie, determined to share her with the people who meant the most to me. Their love and acceptance meant the world to me. There were many neighbours and work colleagues; Matthew and his wife, Corrine from the V&A, and Jeremy and Isabella from dad's work even showed up. I was absolutely touched. Mums had arranged extra seating in the garden, and the caterers professionally cared for everyone. I had too many gifts and was slightly embarrassed by the outpouring of kindness from everyone. I think I played the 'perfect' hostess okay, ensuring everyone was mingling, fed and watered. I lost track of the number of times I hugged, kissed and thanked my parents. Well, it's not every day a girl turns twenty-one, hmm?
Sitting here now, twelve years later, I
'
m still overwhelmed by the day. I stepped back every so often and just looked at all these wonderful people that were such a massive part of our lives, albeit from mums and dads, but just the fact they took the time to come for my day touched me. So many had been pivotal and helpful when we first came here, almost twenty-five years ago. Their genuine interest in me and what I was doing was beyond thoughtful. I still remember that every one of mums and dad's friends extended their help if ever needed. I loved my parents, even more that day, if that was possible. The relationships they had built and nurtured over the years were impressive.
Maisie's mum, Ainslie, finally arrived, making her way through the house 'til she caught my eye. I rushed to her, hugged and kissed her, and then turned to look for her daughter. Maisie had explained my parents, uhm, unusual relationship, but she was nonplussed about it...or so she told me. I had my arm looped through hers as we searched for her stray daughter. I introduced her as we walked along to anyone who seemed interested. I saw mum, so we walked to her first and I did the introductions.
"Ainslie, this is mum, Emily. Mum, this is Ainslie, Maisie's mum," I said, both hugging amicably enough. They chatted easily, laughing at little quips I didn't hear. Mom walked over to us, somehow
knowing who this ravishing redhead was.
Again, I did the simple intro, "Ainslie, this is my mom, Chrissie. Mom, this is Ainslie, Maisie's mum...wherever she is!" I chuckled. They hugged and started chatting cheerfully, mom saying how much they all loved her daughter and what a good influence she has been on me. If they only knew, hmm? Maisie finally saw us, came over, wrapped her arm through mine and caught up with everyone. It was all so easy...and comfortable. Her mum seemed very at ease with my mums, the connection tangible. I saw dad across the garden, so I waved him over, hugged him and did the same introductions, albeit without the hugs, but there was a socially acceptable 'cheek kiss'. As our guests thinned out, mums asked Ainslie if she wanted to stay behind and chat. Maisie and I looked at each other, smiling that they seemed to be getting along better than we had expected.
The caterers cleared up everything, so Maisie and I sat outside, as we no longer needed to bridge any social gaps between our parents. We sat on the swinging bench under the mature willow tree and took the day in. I lazily laid my head in her lap with the soft sounds of dad's music and the grasses blowing in the breeze. I had the best birthday...ever. I guess this growing older lark wasn't too bad!
"So, leannan, Paris next weekend, eh? You're SO spoiled, you know?" she laughed.
"Hey...I've been owed this for thirteen years! I can't wait, though. It's always been one of those dreams my parents have given me. Sure, we've been to France plenty of times, but never Paris! God...I do wish you were coming, mon amour. One day, though?" I asked.
"I'll hold you to that, all right? Chloe, I want you to connect with your dad, all right? I know that ever since we came back from Brighton, we've been this couple, and I know I said I still wanted you to be
