ENGLISH EXAM DIRECTION

Morgan sat in the back of the taxi and thought about the evening’s events. It had turned out surprisingly well. The company was good, the conversation sparkling, and the food brilliant. She couldn’t remember when she last had such an enjoyable night, not counting dinners with her dad. Henry had offered her a lift home, but it was in the opposite direction to where he lived, and they all knew the babysitter would be anxious to leave. No, for all concerned it was better she took a taxi.

As her key finally slid into the keyhole of the door to her apartment, Morgan relaxed. Walking with the cane had been tiring. She was on the mend, but moving about still took a lot out of her. She was looking forward to the day when she would have her old body back.

She just wanted to sit on the sofa, but doing that would result in her waking in the morning in the position in which she fell asleep. Morgan pushed past her lethargy and headed to the bedroom to get ready for bed. She had changed into her normal sleeping attire of tank top and boxer shorts and was in the process of brushing her teeth when the doorbell rang. She hastily rinsed her mouth and stiffly walked to the door. “Who’s there?”

“It’s me.”

“It’s me” could have been anyone, but Morgan knew that voice intimately. She slipped the bolt out of the lock and unlocked the deadbolt. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Morgan stuck her head out into the hallway to look one way then the other for trouble.

“Can I come in?” Andrea’s voice was calm.

“Of course. What’s going on?” Morgan’s words stopped dead as she felt Andrea’s gaze on her. “What’s wrong?” She looked down her own body for something amiss. “Did something fall off?”

Andrea walked past her and into the apartment, waiting patiently while Morgan closed and locked the door. “Come here, you sexy thing,” Andrea said softly. Her hand came up, hooked behind Morgan’s neck, and pulled her in for a searing kiss. Morgan backed off, stunned. “Er...”

“Your time is up, Sergeant. I’ve played nice while you were recuperating.”

“Fine, but why tonight?”

“You survived the dinner, and that constituted a pass in my book.”

Little sparks filled Morgan’s gut. “Ah. So dinner was a test for me.”

“No. Yes. No, it really was because I wanted to say thank you to y’all for saving my life. But I also wanted to see how you were coping.”

“And now I’m ready to be sacrificed, is that it?” Morgan asked brashly. She wasn’t angry at the hidden agenda. After all, it had been simmering in the back of her mind lately, as well.

“Follow me.”

Morgan did as she was told and followed Andrea into the bedroom. So much for getting a good night’s sleep. Hell, she would give up a whole week’s sleep for what was about to happen. Andrea put her hands on Morgan’s chest and gently pushed. The back of Morgan’s knees touched the mattress, tipping her until she lost her balance and sat softly on the bed.

Andrea moved to the bedside lamp and turned it on then switched off the overhead light. The room was bathed in a muted orange glow that lent a sensual feel to the room. Andrea stood between Morgan’s spread thighs, her legs brushing Morgan’s knees. She slowly started to unbutton her own blouse. “Last chance to run,” she purred.

So, here she was. A sacrificial lamb to the little blonde lioness stalking her. But Morgan would willingly go, letting all her doubts, questions, and suspicions slowly fade away. This was their time, and she would grab the chance with both hands. Well, with one good hand and a bum wrist.

Morgan was riveted as Andrea worked her way down her blouse, undoing one button after another. This slow strip was sheer agony, but Morgan could see Andrea wasn’t going to be rushed. Andrea dropped her voice, allowing her Southern drawl to fill her words. “Sugar, are you my honey now? Hmm?” She continued to undo buttons and shift material, allowing the silk to slide sensuously down her skin. “Y’all like what you see, Sergeant?”

Andrea’s grass green eyes slowly changed to a darker hue in the low light, darkening even further as her excitement grew. Oh, yeah, Morgan liked what she saw and was eager to the point of frustration to see more.

“You know I do.” Morgan’s own voice had dropped to a deep growl. “And if you take much longer, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

Andrea laughed and slid out of her pants, standing only in her underwear.

“Good God,” Morgan whispered huskily. “Why bother wearing any underwear?” Andrea stood there like some Greek goddess dressed in nothing more than scraps of lace that passed for a bra and a G-string. Added to the ensemble were stockings and a garter belt, all in virginal white.

Andrea smiled. “I like the thought of you taking these off me.”

She lifted her leg to the bed, maintaining eye contact with Morgan.

“C’mon, honey. Give a girl a hand.” She indicated her stockings and the clasps of her garter belt.

As much as the thought of Andrea in a garter belt and stockings was calling to her, she wanted nothing but skin between the two of them. She wanted Andrea to be as naked and vulnerable as Morgan soon would be. Licking her lips, Morgan slowly removed Andrea’s stockings, ignoring the twinges of pain in her fingers.

“Very nice,” Andrea whispered. “I knew I could count on you.”

Morgan was in Heaven. She pulled Andrea against her, hearing her sigh as Morgan wrapped her in an embrace and drew her cheek across Andrea’s stomach.

“Oooh, that’s even nicer.”

Morgan’s hands spread across Andrea’s naked back momentarily before dropping to her ass. “Oh, Jesus. Ever since I saw you in that damn leotard, I’ve wanted to touch your ass. Now that I have in the shower, I’m addicted to it.”

Andrea moaned softly as Morgan kneaded her butt. Her own fingers slid through the short fiery curls on top of Morgan’s head. “I like your hair this way.”

“Yeah?” Morgan mumbled against Andrea’s stomach. She was still trying to get used to the cut, but if Andrea liked it, then who was she to complain? Morgan looked up the short body, her sight following the line of terrain over ribs, breasts and neck, to finally settle on that angelic face whose eyes shone in the dim light.

“It suits you,” Andrea added with a smile.

“Well, if I had known, I would have cut it sooner.”

“No, you wouldn’t have. You’re stubborn. I would have had to cut it in your sleep.”

“Yeah, probably.” Morgan brushed her lips over Andrea’s abdomen and felt the answering shiver.

“Thank you,” Andrea said.

“For what?”

“For being there when I needed you. For saving me in more ways than one. For loving me.”

Morgan swallowed hard. Love? Was she ready for such a leap? Andrea’s hand cupped her chin and tipped her head up for a kiss. Lips and tongues touched and tasted, relearning all those secrets that had been glimpsed in stolen moments. Morgan’s hands moved, gently massaging Andrea’s ass before tracking to the thin straps of her G-string. Morgan felt her stiffen. “Are you okay with this?” she asked.

“It’s nothing.”

But Morgan wasn’t convinced. “If you don’t want to do this...”

She tried to hide her disappointment.

Andrea guided Morgan’s hands down to her G-string, hooking Morgan’s fingers under the flimsy material. Morgan’s gaze followed the path of the underpants to the floor, then rose slowly to absorb the expanse of perfect skin now on display. Again she brushed her lips across Andrea’s skin, barely touching her in passing, but expressing a tenderness that couldn’t be spoken, at least not yet.

Morgan’s hands wandered to reacquaint herself with Andrea’s body. She loved how Andrea felt. Her fingers traced lines down her soft limbs. Morgan closed her eyes to sense the subtle signals emanating from Andrea’s body as her strong hands gently explored her. When Morgan removed Andrea’s bra and garter belt, Andrea whispered, “Yes.”

She caught Morgan’s gaze and inhaled sharply as Morgan gently squeezed one of her nipples before moving to the other, teasing her.

“Oh, God, Morgan. What you do to me.”

Morgan’s slow caress became a solid pinch, which caused Andrea to buck in her grasp. “Please—”

“Please, what?” Morgan’s voice fell to a low rumble, the intonation leaving no doubt that Andrea was going to be loved in the best possible way.

Andrea groaned as Morgan started sucking her nipple. “Please, honey, put me out of my misery,” Andrea said with a gasp.

“Not yet.”

“Please, Morgan.”

Emboldened by Andrea’s desire, Morgan expressed her inner thoughts. “You don’t want me to love you?” She brushed her mouth over Andrea’s nipple. “To touch you?” Morgan rubbed her hand over Andrea’s pubic hair. “To kiss you?” Morgan teased Andrea’s other nipple with her tongue. “To taste you?” Morgan dipped her finger to find Andrea’s wetness then placed her fingertip in her mouth.

Morgan looked at her beguilingly and taunted Andrea to deny her inner desires. “Then get on with it,” Andrea whispered.

“Tsk tsk, Ms. Worthington. You must learn some patience. All good things come to those who wait.”

Morgan suddenly found herself on her back on the bed. Andrea grabbed her boxer shorts and her clothes flew off in a flurry. So much for teasing. Andrea didn’t stop until Morgan was as naked as she was.

“I see you’re impatient after all.”

“You’ve kept me waiting long enough, Morgan O’Callaghan. All the barriers for why we couldn’t be together are gone, and yet you still say no.” Andrea softened her tone. “My love, I must have you now.”

“I didn’t say no. I just said slow down. But if you’re not happy with that, then as you wish, my lady.”

Morgan pulled Andrea down to the bed and rolled over on top of her. She slid her body against Andrea’s, allowing them both to feel breasts against breasts, stomach against stomach, and hip against hip.

Andrea moaned.

“What is your heart’s desire?” Morgan asked as her lips found Andrea’s neck.

“My heart’s desire? I thought I was looking at her.”

“How do you want me to love you?”

“Just by being you, Morgan. You’ve already given me everything I want, so this is just the icing on the cake. Show me, my love. Show me how to love you.”

A gentle smile crossed Morgan’s lips at such sweet words. Their lips once again met, almost chaste in that single touch, taking a moment just for a simple affirmation of their commitment to one another. Morgan pulled back to study her, allowing her thumbs to brush over high cheekbones and to touch Andrea’s beauty mark.

“You are so beautiful,” Andrea said softly.

“No, I’m not.”

“Oh, yes you are. You’re absolutely gorgeous.”

“Oh, come on. I’m tall, skinny, and covered in freckles.”

Andrea smiled as she reached up to touch Morgan’s face. “Yes, you are,” she whispered. “And entirely gorgeous.”

“Me?” Morgan had always thought of herself as the gawky teenager from all those years ago—a tall, thin, freckle-faced kid with a mass of frizzy orange hair.

“Yes. You.” Andrea pulled Morgan’s face toward her, brushing her lips over Morgan’s. “Love me,” she said with a sigh. “Love me.”

Andrea’s fingers kneaded her back, and strong fingers grabbed her skin. Morgan’s back muscles worked as Andrea drew her skin taut. She investigated Andrea’s earlobe with her tongue, and her hot breath sent goose bumps over Andrea’s sensitized skin. That same tongue wandered aimlessly down Andrea’s neck.

“Okay?” Morgan stopped and stared into Andrea’s eyes.

“Definitely.”

“No. Come on. What’s that smile for?”

“Just thinking something mushy. You wouldn’t like it.”

“No? Try me.”

Andrea brushed Morgan’s face with her fingers and slowly traced her cheek. “I was just thinking how right this is, you loving me. I’ve found my home.” Her hand lowered to rest over Morgan’s heart. “In here.”

Morgan blushed.

“See?” Andrea said with a giggle. “I told you it was mushy.”

“Yes, you did. Silly me.” Morgan grinned back. “But I like it.”

Lovingly, Andrea reached up and hooked her hand around Morgan’s neck, pulling her gently down toward her lips. Their mouths touched, slowly and thoroughly exploring. There was no rush or demand, only selfless giving to the other’s humble entreaty. Several minutes passed with nothing more than a whispered sigh or a muffled moan, as they enjoyed the intimacy of holding each other. In the silence of the room, Andrea suddenly spoke. “I love you.”

Morgan tensed and she felt an answering hesitation from the woman in her arms. “I—”

Andrea placed a finger over Morgan’s lips. “Shh. I’m not expecting an answer. I just needed to say it.”

“But—”

“No, it will come, Morgan, when you’re ready.”

“When?”

Andrea winked. “It’s only a matter of time.”

“You seem awfully sure of yourself there.”

“I am.”

Andrea said those two words with utter conviction, two words that rang like a pure-pitch bell in the silence of the night that resonated in Morgan’s heart. Andrea was making a claim for her soul, and she was unable to stop her.

Morgan’s emotions had taken a battering recently so she let her body speak for her, worshipping every piece of skin she could find. Breathless moans and quiet whimpers spoke as clearly as a Shakespearean sonnet. Her pain was long forgotten as she reveled in the woman that was Andrea Worthington.

Morgan let herself go, replacing gentle exploration with passionate encouragement as her desire echoed Andrea’s. Nothing was sacred as Morgan led Andrea to her final destination, touching, exploring, and caressing hidden recesses. Morgan hoped that under her careful guidance Andrea’s previous pleasurable experiences would be left far behind and that nothing would ever be the same. She was making her own bid for Andrea’s heart. Shifting herself down the lithe body beneath her, Morgan was determined to reach her ultimate goal. Her injuries made the journey difficult, but she paid them no heed, intent on Andrea’s pleasure above all else.

Morgan had never felt such joy as she did watching Andrea fall apart. Consummation hit Andrea like a tornado. A strangled cry escaped her lips as Morgan drew out her pleasure. Laying her head on Andrea’s stomach, Morgan felt the rapid rise and fall of her abdomen as Andrea tried to breathe. “Oh, God,” Andrea whimpered.

“If you say so. I don’t claim that title, though.” Morgan sighed.

“That was amazing.”

Andrea stroked Morgan’s hair. “But you didn’t—”

“Yes, I did. Through you. Your reaction was just exquisite.”

Morgan rested her chin on the soft skin of Andrea’s stomach and just watched her. She traced Andrea’s jaw with her finger.

“Exquisite,” she whispered.

“And you—” Andrea’s voice was hoarse with emotion. Gently, she guided Morgan onto her back, mindful of her still healing body.

“So much pain...”

“It was worth it.”

“I’ve never been worth that much before.”

“You’re priceless.”

Andrea smiled then drew Morgan into more long, lingering kisses. Morgan eagerly lapped up her attention, basking in Andrea’s loving glow. Those same lips shifted, anointing her skin with butterfly kisses, discovering Morgan’s star-dusted skin along its way.

All that had happened between them came down to this. Bodies became aroused and souls soared as Andrea allowed her spirit free rein to express her love as only she knew how. Instinct and emotion seemed to guide Andrea’s hands, lips, and tongue in her discovery of love, expressing all that she was with a passionate reverence.

“Exquisite,” Andrea repeated.

Morgan had forgotten what this was like. How could she? Love was a life-altering experience. How had her mind wiped it from her memory? Was it because she had never experienced true love before? She might have thought she had, but she hadn’t. The silence drew around them like a warm blanket, and they were unwilling to disturb the serenity. Morgan clumsily reached down for a cover and pulled it over their sated bodies. “Sleep,” she said softly.

And so they rested, snuggling together in the soft nest as they began to drift off into a contented sleep. Several moments passed before Morgan murmured one final thought. “I love you, too.”

Andrea snuggled closer.

That final barrier had disappeared.

Morgan was ready to live again.

 

 

ENGLISH EXAM DIRECTION

FOR GRADUATE STUDENTS /Master Students/