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***A/N sexual content***

True to my promise I kiss Stevie awake in the morning, she groans and like a sleepy child tries to block out the sun for a few more minutes of sleep. Holding her against my chest I continue kissing her until she opens her eyes fully "What time is it?" her voice is foggy and dazed, turning my wrist over I look at the digital numbers of my watch "nine-thirty" she growls laying her head over my heart "Ten more minutes" a yip at the end of the bed draws my attention. Ginny, her tail wagging like a turbine, nuzzles the pile of blankets at our feet.

"Okay, okay I'm up...Jeez even the dog is against me" chuckling I place one last lingering kiss on her neck "I'll take her out angel, so you can have a few more minutes" she sighs smiling at me "Mmmm, you're officially the best boyfriend in history" no, I'm just a fool in love. It's really no bother for me to walk Ginny, she's a good dog and we get along famously. So well in fact she jumps in my lap whenever I'm on the couch with Stevie, stretching over both of us in a display of ownership. We're her humans. I've got some sweats and a t-shirt in my duffel bag and I throw them on clipping Ginny to her leash.

"Okay girl lets go outside" she yips excited to go about her daily routine. The sun is bright and beautiful it's Saturday morning and I can't wait to spend the whole day with the woman I love. Mom wants to have brunch tomorrow so I'll have to go home in the morning, I don't look forward to that. Well...let me rephrase that, I'm not looking forward to being without Stevie Sunday night. It's stupid but I've become used to her company in a very concrete way. At night when we sleep together I wake up occasionally running my hands over her back to remind myself that she's there. That I'm not alone.

When I'm by myself I still wake up, but instead of finding her warm sleepy body I encounter cold sheets on the other side of my bed. It's disheartening and I sink back into a restless slumber thinking of the woman I desperately want to be next to me. She's become essential to me on every level, and I hope I'm becoming that to her as well. I'll be the first to claim ignorance about intimate relationships, so I'm not sure exactly how I need to become essential to her. It feels controlling and a bit selfish to want her to depend on me so I discard that off hand. I think that was Don's MO. Stevie seems like she needs not only a boyfriend and a lover, but a companion and someone to she can be open with.

I'd like that. Listening to her often rambling and disjointed stories is, to me at least, fun. She's a great story teller and her detail amazes me, I even love her exaggerations because it makes her more colorful. I also love how into stories she gets and how she invites my input whenever possible. I've read some stories on dating websites about one partner dominating the conversation while the other feels like their a hostage. I don't feel that way. When I talk she listens REALLY listens, and I owe her that in return. I also like to think we're each others secret keepers. Her past addiction, the abuse she escaped, her infertility, and her desire to be a mother are all things I consider to be told to me in confidence. No one has the right to know that information unless she decides they should. I don't have to worry about her telling everyone I was suicidal once. That too was shared in confidence.

Our love making...I love it. Simply put I truly had no idea what I was missing, and I don't plan on going without it ever again. But it's not just the physical sensation I love, it's the warmth and intimacy of the act that I crave. When we're alone together we speak softly, we communicate with actions and words and we're our true selves. She lets herself be vulnerable and exposed in the truest sense of the word. She trusts me with her body, and I trust her with mine. She's obviously more experienced than me so she knows what she likes and shows me. I've not developed my own sexual preferences at this point. I just know I like sex with Stevie.

She's a mentor of sorts, but a good one. A patient one. I was so afraid she'd get annoyed with my first clumsy touches but she gave over her body to me her responses telling me all I needed to know about how to please her. It also reinforced how playful she is no matter the circumstance. I've been keeping a mental diary of our encounters and so far I know she likes kissing, long kisses short ones slow ones, quick ones. She likes them all over her body, not just her lips. Her favorite place appears to be her breasts and thighs. She likes oral sex giving and receiving, and she's not afraid to touch herself in front of me. That, I admit, turns me on a great deal.