Chapter 4

"Bea, I have a confession."

"Yeah?"

"I want to return the favor, but I've always been a receiver and never a giver, that is with a woman."

"Really?"

"Yeah. That girl back in college wanted to do me and I never got a chance to try my oral skills, you know."

"Want to try them now?"

"Uh-huh," answered a somewhat embarrassed Amy. "Please."

"OK," came the soft reply, "I like firm licks right on the clit and two fingers inside. You can rub my cervix lightly, that really sends me, but don't forget my G-spot. OK?"

"Yeah. Tell me if I'm not doing things just right."

"Look, I just told you what I really like, but remember, anything from you will be a wonderful treat. I'll let you know if anything hurts, but otherwise I'm fine going with the flow."

Bea shimmied down her scrubs and panties together and leaned back against the wall, letting her legs slide apart. Amy sat there with a tiny grin on her lips while staring at Bea's crotch. "You gonna stare or what?" teased Bea.

"You're just so damn sexy, I can't believe it. I like what you've done with your pubes; cute trim job."

"Thanks. I don't like the bald look but I don't care for a jungle, either."

"I wonder what you taste like. May I?"

"I've been waiting for this since, well, since we first met," sighed Bea as she let her head drift back to the pillows crammed up against the wall.

Amy was obviously nervous when she started out. Her kisses around the lower belly and thighs were tentative and almost ticklish. "A little harder is OK," came the encouragement.

Amy lowered her mouth to Bea's lips and gently slid her tongue up and down between them. "Aaahhh," came the whispered response, "Just like that, only maybe a little harder…." Amy repeated the action with a bit more pressure to Bea's obvious delight. "Umm, yeah." And again, with even more pressure, which was met by even more positive, but always whispered encouragement.

Eventually Amy realized she was able to read Bea's voice and body language to determine what pleased her partner the most. She remembered Bea's instructions about the fingers and brought hers to bear, gently rubbing in and out of the canal while concentrating on the areas around the cervix and the G-spot. She increased the pressure and the speed of her licking and fingering as Bea began to writhe around on the narrow bed, moaning softly and holding Amy's head tightly for the job at hand. Soft, hissed 'Yeses' gave Amy the positive feedback she needed to build her self-assurance, to let her know she was capable of satisfying her new partner, her new lover. Other than the occasional soft moan, the only noise heard was the smacking of wet fingers in wet lips. The tension built further and further until Bea arched her back, pulling Amy's head tightly to her, and began several spasms of total body jerking. All this was while she was trying to keep from crying out though she ended up grunting softly while exhaling through her nose.

Bea's body suddenly collapsed as she took in several deep breaths and released Amy's head from Bea's crotch. Amy remained there smiling to herself while lightly licking and kissing Bea's lips and clit, which in turn sent tiny shivers through Bea. After a few minutes she reached down and pulled Amy up to her, kissing her deeply on the fragrant, womanly-scented lips.

"I love tasting myself on another's lips," she whispered, "It's a reminder of what I just experienced. And Amy," she paused before going on, "That was a fabulous experience. You sure you've never done this before?"

"Uh-uh. Never."

"Not even with Sorority Chick?"

"Uh-uh. I told you; she did me but I never did her. I think it was kinda like a power thing with her. You know, seduce the straight chick and run her through the paces. But I want you to know, this, this was, this was, uh, fabulous! It felt so good to give you such pleasure."

"Well, maybe for you it felt 'good,' but for me it felt great. Uhhh," she sighed, "I'll let you do it again, but only if you insist," she giggled softly.

"I insist, I'll tell you that right now. I can't wait until we can do that again."

"We probably should clean up, you know, in case we get called out suddenly. OK?"

"Yeah. Here's the wash cloth and use the towel over there," answered Amy before she cleaned herself. Bea put her scrubs back on and the two stretched out next to each other on the narrow bed.

"You know," whispered Bea, "A twin bed has one advantage."

"What's that?"

"You can't slide away from me. Here, let me spoon you. Light off and maybe we can get another hour or two of sleep."

"Yeah, I hope so. Sleep tight, Bea."

"You, too.

—–

After that fateful night, the two found time to sneak downstairs most nights Amy was on call. Not every call night was filled with mind-blowing sex, but they did enjoy the closeness never-the-less. The sex was amazing, even though they had to be discreet and quiet at all times, something which proved to be quite difficult for Amy. She had to remember to bite down on a corner of a sheet or the pillow to force her mouth closed, otherwise she knew she'd cry out in the midst of the wild orgasms. Amy was able to 'repay' Bea many times for those mind-blowing orgasms while Bea also had to be very careful to avoid making noise. Both felt this issue ruined some of the joy of their activities. Bea was tickled with how quickly and how well Amy became a skilled lover.

Even though she had been sexually active with the one woman previously, Amy had never climaxed as wildly as she did so many times on Bea's tongue. She realized the emotional closeness she shared with Bea was what made things so much better and she found herself slowly falling in love. She wanted to be with Bea whenever possible and wished she could spend time away from the hospital with her new lover.

Towards the end of her year, Amy took a brief, one-week vacation to visit an old friend from college and see her parents. As the women's relationship was still 'unofficial,' Amy avoided divulging anything to her parents about Bea yet. Although she had looked forward to the trip, she couldn't wait to get back and be alone again with Bea. On her flight back to Centerton she kept thinking about Bea and her rotten financial situation. Amy was convinced there had to be something which could help Bea so she didn't have to be tied to the night shift and the unusual home arrangement with the family indefinitely. Afterall, she wanted to be able to spend time with Bea away from the hospital where they could express themselves comfortably and not worry about any noise. And shower together. And spend lazy mornings naked in bed playing and touching. Once back in Centerton, Amy had one last free day. She spent part of it doing research online before making a trip to a strip mall near downtown. There she went to the small offices at one end and once she read 'Centerton Credit Counseling Services' on one door, she entered.

—–

On her first night back on call, Amy was anxious to see Bea. Around eleven p.m. she strolled to the respiratory therapy department and greeted Bea.

"Hey, I'm back."

"Yeah, I see. Have a good time?"

"I did, I did. Missed you though," she added in a much softer voice as she gave Bea a big hug.

"Me you too. How are things looking tonight?"

"Not too busy. Feel free to drift by tonight if you can spring the time. I've got something to tell you."

"What?"

"Uh-uh. It's a surprise."

"Ooh, you're mean," smiled Bea.

"I think you'll like what I have to say. See you later."

"Lunch at two?"

"Sure, I'll be there if I can."

They did sit together for lunch but ended up talking about a few patients' issues and some new research Bea had been reading about. About an hour later things quieted down enough for Amy to go down to her call room. Twenty minutes later came the soft knock on her door. Amy threw the door open and gently pulled Bea inside. Their arms wrapped around each other as they silently enjoyed the warmth and closeness of the hug. After a full minute or more, Bea pulled back, bent down and kissed Amy warmly on the lips. The kiss was soft, sensual and special, signifying their closeness and, Amy hoped, their love.

After pulling apart, Bea broke the silence with a question which had been bugging her all night. "So, what's the big surprise?"

"Here, sit down on the bed," Amy replied as she grabbed the chair to face Bea. "I've got a few things I want to say."

"Uh-oh, got me worried," grinned Bea.

"Now, hear me out. First, I want you to know that I, uh, I have developed majorly strong feelings about you. I couldn't believe how much I missed you when I went back home."

"Yeah, I missed you, too."

"I even felt like a piece of me was missing. Gone. And I've never felt that way before. I, uh, I, uh, oh shit. I'll come out and say it. Bea, you're looking at someone who has fallen in love with you. Totally, completely in love."

"Wow."

"I love you. It's that simple. And I hope you love me, too."

Bea sat there with a stunned look in her eyes and a nervous grin on her lips.

"Don't you love me, Bea?"

After a pause which almost killed Amy, Bea answered, "Yes, Amy, of course I love you. I thought I'd never say those words again after my last fiasco, but now with you, I know I can say it and say it proudly. Yes, I love you, too."

They came together in another warm, loving hug, arms gently stroking each other's backs. Amy became aware of moisture on her shoulder and when they pulled apart, Bea's tears were trickling down her face. "Hey, hey, Sweetheart, no need to cry," sniffled Amy.

"But I cry when I'm extremely happy, like I am right now. I can't believe you love me. It's my dream wish come true. And anyway, you're crying too, aren't you?" They kissed a few times and dried their eyes before Amy broke apart and looked at her lover.

"I've got something else to say. It's a lot, but hear me out. First, I want to live with you. I want to share your bed, watch movies together, smell your morning mouth, argue about who's turn it is to do the laundry and leave your toothpaste uncapped. But most importantly, I want to be able to cuddle and play with you anytime without worrying who might hear us. So, I propose we live together."

"But…"

"No interruptions. OK? I've got more to say. Uh, I happened to google about credit card debt and such things. I read some interesting things and that led me to the credit counseling service here in town."

"Yeah?"

"They told me you may not need to pay it all off. The card was used illegitimately, actually stolen, and you have a case to have all the charges reversed. They may even be able to get some of the money you've paid them returned to you."

"You're shitting me. Really?"

"Yeah, definitely. They've got a part-time attorney who deals with stuff like this pro bono and it won't cost you a dime. I think you should look into it and…"

"If I got it reversed, I'd be able to live somewhere else."

"Yeah, with me, Dummy!" laughed Amy, "We'd be able to pool our money and get a decent place. Oh, Bea, will you please look into it?"

"Hell, yeah, I will. That's fantastic!"

"The college loans would be way easier to deal with after that. Shoot, I've got some myself but they're doable."

Bea launched herself at Amy, hugging her in a tight grip before whispering in her ear, "I accept your invitation to move in. It might take a few weeks, but we'll do it. I'll need to tell the Wilsons about leaving their place and give them time to figure out what they'll do without me. OK?"

"Oh, Sweetheart, that makes me sooo happy. Finally, we won't have to hide out here in the call room," said a relieved Amy. The two sat there hugging and softly crying, happy to be able to be open about their relationship and live together.

The phone rang. "Dr. Swanson." There was a pause as she listened before answering, "Yes, I'll be right up." She turned to Bea and whispered, "Soon, Honey. Soon," before slipping out the door.

—–

Six weeks later Amy was awakened in her call room by a gentle knocking. She smiled as she opened the door and greeted her wonderful girlfriend. "Good morning. Sleep well?"

"Yeah, but our bed sure is empty without you."

"I'll be there again tonight and for the next two nights. What's this?" she asked pointing to a picnic basket.

"I made you a breakfast. Your eating only donuts and drinking coffee is not healthy and you should know that, Doctor," she laughed, emphasizing Amy's title.

"Oh, OK. What is it?"

"Omelet and toast. Come on, we need to hurry if I'm going to get to the department on time. I can't be late right after they promoted me to lead therapist."

"You won't be late. We've got plenty of time. Anyway, they wouldn't dare fire you. You're the best thing to hit the department in, well, ever."

Once they got their coffee from the cafeteria, they sat together enjoying their breakfast. "Hey, how'd dinner go with the Wilsons last night?"

"It was good. Evan and Emma were so excited to see me again and I met my replacement. She's a nice freshman at the JC and is thinking of something in the medical field, too."

"How'd Mr. and Mrs. treat you? Did they ask a lot of questions?"

"Not really. Emma asked me who I was living with now and I looked her in the eye and told her 'My girlfriend.' I glanced over at Mrs. W who looked a little bit shook but she didn't say a thing."

"That's great. Maybe she, uh…"

"Maybe. Who knows? Anyway, you'll get to meet them soon. Emma demanded her parents invite both of us over for a picnic so she and Evan could get to know you."

"Think that's such a good idea?"

"You know, I kinda do. Maybe if we are just normal people and the kids like us, maybe, just maybe, they'll change their minds. Anyway, she didn't say no to a picnic, at least."

"Good. I kinda want to meet them, too," she paused before going on, "Say, you have any plans for tonight?"

"Actually, I do. I'll get off work around three this afternoon and I know my girlfriend will get off early 'cause she was on call last night."

"And?"

"And I've got dinner in the Crock Pot and after that, because no one can hear us, I plan on chasing her around our brand new, king-sized bed and once I've caught her, I'm gonna make her squeal to the rafters with delight."

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Trionyx – April 2022

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