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I gave Betty a 4 week notice the next day, continuing to work for her and using the apartment to change clothes and shower. Most of my things were moved to Leah's at her insistence, and I worked out of her house, sharing the household duties and cooking for her. The modeling sessions were moments of anticipation, we could be together in public and I could show myself to her, knowing that later that night she would be frantic with desire, tugging at my clothing and moaning "Hurry, hurry!"

Christmas break came and we enjoyed a couple of weeks without anything to do outside the house. I began to do as she did, moving about the house nude if we didn't expect visitors, doing the necessary chores in freedom. I met her Father Christmas day, smiling my thank you at the gifts he'd brought us. He complimented me on the delicious meal, making me blush and stammer like a school girl. Sitting on the couch sharing a bottle of Champagne, he asked if we'd open his presents.

Giggling, I tore the wrapper and saw a small white box, almost identical to Leah's. "Daddy, you shouldn't have," she cooed as she opened it and saw a ring. A gold band with the initials "LD" engraved around the inset single diamond, it was beautiful! When I opened mine and realized mine was like hers, I started crying and couldn't stop.

When I finally managed to quit blubbering like an idiot, I took a big drink of Champagne and said "Thank you!" slipping it on my finger. "You're entirely welcome, Diedre," he replied. I sat and stared at my ring, a sure sign of commitment on both our parts, wondering if I could live up to the faith he'd placed in me.

"I know all about you," he said, "even what you did in high school.....that's in the past and it will remain there unless you decide to share it with someone other than Leah." I flushed, the unpleasant reminder a mild damper on my emotions. "When Leah called me and told me about you, I investigated a little. It didn't take much to discover all I needed to know," he calmly said. "I rose from nothing," he said, "clawing my way up and working 16 hour days to provide for my family."

Nodding his head in Leah's direction he said "This one I've known about since she was a week old, and when her Mother died she took a part of me with her.... since then, I've tried to shield Leah from some of life's problems, and so far I've been successful.... I think I still am." "So you don't mind?" I whispered, tight with anxiety, waiting for his answer. "Mind!?" he laughed, "Hell, I approve!!....you two make a nice looking couple, there should be more people who love each other as much as you two!"

Relieved, I leaned back and closed my eyes, getting a pat on the knee from him and a kiss on the cheek from Leah. They discussed finances while I sat and drank the bubbly, content and relaxed. He left and Leah and I cleaned up, removing our clothes and sharing a kiss before getting to work. I thought it was time to open my past and my soul to her, so when we were finished I opened my trunk. She brought a bottle of brandy, and over the next few hours I told her everything, pointing to the people in the photographs and telling her what each of them had meant to me.

I spared nothing, even the embarrassing stuff, and when I was done she said "I wish I had a trunk like yours so I could share with you." She shared what she remembered, telling me of Sarah, Andrea and some others, reliving her firsts and tender moments from each. We were pleasantly drunk when we finished, and she said "I want to marry you."

"Government don't allow us that," I said.

"I know," she said, standing up and pulling me toward the bedroom. She lit a candle, sat on the bed and motioned for me to join her. Sitting cross-legged, the sight of her puss was getting me horny but she said "Be serious now, this is important."

She took my hand and pointed to my ring. "See this?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied.

"It's different from mine," she said. I looked closely, and she was right. Mine had "DL" engraved around the diamond. "Repeat after me," she said. "I Leah pledge my heart."

"I Diedre pledge my heart."

"To the one I love."

"To the one I love."

"Neither before the other but always equal."

"Neither before the other but always equal."

"As long as I shall live."

"As long as I shall live."

The silence in the room was absolute, I thought I heard her heart beating in her chest. I'm sure she thought the same, the look on her face was priceless. "I love you with all my heart, sweet 'nani," she softly whispered.

"I love you, Leah," was the best I could manage, the tears had started and they promised to be in full flood within seconds. We held each other and cried quietly for almost an hour, united in joy and happiness. There was no sex that night, we were too exhausted. There weren't any dreams for me, either.

I continued to model for Mr. Benson's class, he understood us and went out of his way to be kind and gracious. When one of the other girls quit, he even offered the job to Leah, getting her reluctant refusal. "I couldn't be that close to you and not touch you," she'd said afterward, explaining to me why she'd refused. Calm and happy, serene in my company on campus, she was guarded and wary when out on the town.

I knew that feeling well, I'd lived a secret for years, and it was nice to have at least one place where we could be open about our relationship. She seemed to have no limits whatever in the bedroom, which pleased me greatly. She wasn't interested in the thrill of conquest, she was driven to enjoy me and thrill me, pushing me to my limits just to see where they were. (I'd never had 9 orgasms in a row before!!)

We studied too, but the majority of the work was done in class with only a little reading to do on the side. I did the cleaning and cooking through the week and Leah took the weekends, spoiling me rotten in the process. I couldn't do my own nails or hair, if I wanted to shave anything I had to tell her first.She'd do it for me, that look on her face with her tongue tip in the corner of her mouth, concentrating. One night as I was doing laundry she caught me with her panties against my nose, inhaling her sweet scent and looking forward to bedtime. She laughed and asked "Smell bad, do they?" "No," I said, " they smell just like you, passionate and sweet," I blushed.

What is the smell of passion?

Musk, tang, a hint of sugar maybe? I've always been aroused by her smell at full throttle, it makes me weak in the knees.

Summer came along with the hot weather, and I asked for and got a leave from my modeling job with a guarantee I'd be able to return in the fall. Leah's Dad visited for a couple of days, asking if we wanted to go anywhere for a vacation. Leah said no, I agreed thinking I couldn't afford my half, and we let it go.

Leah suggested we travel by car to a few places, like Chicago and St Louis, maybe Indianapolis, catching the sun and some scenery on the way. If I could be alone with her, I didn't care where we were. We spent a day in St Louis, had lunch with her Dad, she drove me around the neighborhood and showed me her grade school and some other things. Evening saw us in a motel across the river in Illinois, preparing for bed.

Out of the blue she said "I love you, you know that?" "Yes, I love you too," I replied, brushing my hair. She got behind me and took away the brush, working my hair and freeing the tangles from the shower. She sucked gently on my neck and whispered "I want you, NOW!"

You don't have to ask me twice," I giggled as I jumped on the bed and spread my legs.

"Take me, I'm yours!" I cried, holding out my arms. Lovemaking that night was slow and thorough, I fell asleep thinking I'd melted into the bed.

Chicago was nice, the Museum of Science and Industry, the Art Museum (we could have spent weeks in there) and the lake, particularly the beach. On a whim we parked and put on our suits, spending a few hours tanning on the sand. 4 nights later we left and drove south toward Indianapolis, stopping for one meal. There wasn't much there that we wanted to see, so we continued south and visited the campus of Indiana U. at Bloomington. Our motel had a hot-tub place next door, and we spent a relaxing hour naked in 103 degree water.

Returning to Sanger a couple of days later, we dumped our bags in the utility room, showered and hit the bed, sleeping almost 18 hours straight. Most of the summer was spent in the same way, going to nearby places instead of cities, and enjoying the company. Our sex life improved, we could sense what the other needed at any given time, and I got fucked for the first time in July. We'd gone to the quarry and sunned ourselves, making love twice among the rocks. For some reason I was still horny, and over supper I said so. She smiled and said "We'll take care of that."

In the bedroom she opened a drawer and took out a package with a realistic looking rubber penis inside. "This will fix you," she smiled as she strapped it on. I didn't think it would fit, it wasn't that big around but it would be the first time anything but fingers had been in there. I trusted her though, and willingly positioned myself on my back with my knees up and legs wide. We kissed and played for a few minutes, getting me warm and wet, then she rubbed the tip of it against my slit, coating it with my juices.

I flinched as she moved forward a little and put the tip inside the entrance, opening me. I could feel it's presence, hard and soft at the same time, so unlike her finger. "Relax, nani, I won't hurt you," she said, and I tried, breathing deep. It slid in and bumped my cervix, surprising me at how easy it was. I felt full, gapped open and vulnerable. "Nice?" she asked.

"Oh yes!" I said, enjoying the feelings. She started pumping in and out slowly, increasing her tempo gradually until her hips were moving steadily, her breathing rapid and shallow. Her thumb worked on my clit and I could feel an orgasm coming on, building slowly. "Squeeze it!" she said, "It'll make you come!"

I did and the pressure increased along with the heat, my glow increasing ten-fold. I came, yelling "Aaah! God! Yes, yes, yes, yes!!" and she slammed it deep with each grunt from me. I held her hips and pulled her to me with each stroke, riding the waves of it and grunting loudly.

It slowed and ended, too soon for me I thought, and she lay on me, kissing my face and murmuring, the cock still buried deep. "You like?" she asked. "Mmmmm," I managed. "Roll over," she said, somehow knowing that it hadn't been enough. Our legs and bodies struggled to keep it inside as we turned over, moving one leg at a time until I was flat on my face with my butt high in the air. She positioned me just right and began to pump again, this time going deeper, holding my hips.

I squeezed and felt the new one coming on the heels of the first, gathering speed. I rocked back against her with each stroke, willing it to go deep. I started to come, this time a warm glow beginning inside my body and spreading quickly from my puss to my toes and nipples.

"Aaaaah," I breathed, "yaah! Yaaah! Oh yes, yes, yes, oh god yes!" I screamed as her thumb plunged into my rectum, sending me over the edge into oblivion. She stroked me quick and shallow, then slow and deep, her thumb ever present in my ass and I couldn't stop coming. One after another the contractions hit and rolled, making me breathless. I lost count after three and let her do as she wished, my face numb and my nipples hard with excitement.

She held it deep without moving toward the last, letting my 'nani grapple it as the contractions lessened and stopped. I moved down to lie on the bed, feeling the thing slip out with an audible slurp, satisfied and weak. I didn't move, not wanting to lose the feelings inside. She removed it and lay beside me, kissing me and stroking my hair, folding her leg over mine for the contact I craved. Later we remade the bed and showered before going to sleep curled against each other tight. We christened our penis "Malcolm", after one of the teachers.

The school year started and I began modeling again, proudly wearing my ring and uncaring of other's opinions. Leah did the same, confident at last even in town. I wanted to love this woman for the rest of my life, joyful at the attention she paid me and willing to do anything I could to make her happy. That's not to say we didn't argue, we did, particularly about my car. The old wreck was on it's last legs and she wanted me to have a newer one. I didn't want her to spend the money on me, preferring she saved it for something she wanted. I finally gave in, after she told that a car for me WAS what she wanted.

We graduated the following June, her Dad taking rolls of film of us dressed in our caps and gowns. I didn't tell him that we were almost naked under them, with only garter belts holding up our stockings, and high heels on our feet.

Leah and I opened a small gallery on Prudhomme Street in St Louis, taking the 9 room apartment upstairs as our living quarters. Her Dad hired movers to help and furnished the place with whatever we wanted, insisting we have only the best available. We stock prints and some sculpture, plus lots of pen and ink drawings, the products of some of the students. We make enough to get by, happy at being able to do what we love.

We still use Malcolm and other things, but the best of our relationship is the closeness I feel with her. I can say anything to her and she will understand, and she knows she can do the same with me. A kiss in the mornings when we start our day, another over lunch, perhaps one or two before dinner, I live for the intimacy of the moments we share. Watching her move around the gallery or in the apartment gives me a tight feeling in my chest as if my heart will burst if I don't touch her, confirming she is real. I haven't had any dreams in a long, long time.