Halsey lay next to Maia in the bed. She had just brought Maia to an intense orgasm. Maia was breathing slowly and deeply, waiting for her heart rate to slow. Halsey leaned across and kissed her passionately.

“I really, really love you,” she said. “Oh, and I love doing this, too.” She was combing her lover’s pubic hair with her fingers. Halsey frowned, “Mine is so sparse.”

Maia rolled onto her side to face her. “It’s a blond thing. Blonds have lower hair density than brunettes. File a complaint with the lifeguard in the gene pool, dear.” She leaned across and kissed Halsey briefly. “I love you, too. I’m so glad I ended up here, so we could meet again.

—o—o—

Maia was the older woman, by four years. They met in college, in the University’s wind ensemble. Maia was the principal horn and Halsey played contra clarinets. Maia majored in biology and Halsey was a music education major.

They met again when Maia moved to the city to get away from a bad divorce. She accepted a position teaching biology at the magnet high school where Halsey was a music teacher: she conducted the orchestra. After the August faculty meeting when new faculty were introduced Halsey thought Maia looked familiar. After the meeting, she approached Maia.

“I think we may have met before. Did you attend Western and play in the winds there?” she asked.

“Yes. You look familiar, too.” Maia looked at Halsey’s name tag. “Yeah. You were a freshman my senior year — did you ever get away from the bass clarinets?”

“Yes. My sophomore year, I auditioned into the clarinets and stayed there through graduation. I even played in the symphony my last two years.”

“You always looked out of place with a contra-alto clarinet. The thing was taller than you!”

“I had to sit on a stool to play it, but it was my ticket into the top group. I’m glad I got away from them, though. What happened to you after graduation?” Halsey asked.

Maia told her some of her history, and then asked Halsey if she had dinner plans. Halsey didn’t. They went to dinner together. They became close friends, and by the end of the fall semester they were lovers.

—o—o—

As Maia’s heart rate slowed to normal, she looked around the bedroom of Halsey’s apartment. “You’ve moved the furniture around again. Are you sure the big dresser works better down at the foot of the bed? There isn’t much space between the bed and the dresser.” She looked over at Halsey. Halsey was blushing deeply. Maia raised an eyebrow. “What’s up?” She leaned across and kissed Halsey. “Whenever you blush like that there’s some other explanation.”

“Yeah. The narrow gap is a problem, but I wanted the mirror down there.”

“Oh? The last thing I want to see when I wake up is my bed-head sans warpaint. You, on the other hand …”

“I don’t look any better than you right out of bed. That’s a thing I don’t care for about the arrangement.”

“Okay. Are we playing twenty questions, or are you going to tell me why you want the mirror down there?”

Halsey got an amused grin on her face. “I’m enjoying the twenty questions game, myself, but I like this game better.” She started rubbing her lover’s mound more seriously. She got up onto Maia, straddling her left thigh. She began pivoting her pelvis into and away from Maia’s thigh. She slid forward a little so she could kiss Maia. She almost immediately thrust her tongue into Maia’s mouth. She found Maia’s tongue and their tongues began to dance. She reached up to tweak her lover’s breast. Maia moaned.

Maia wrapped her arms around Halsey, and rolled them over so that she was on top. Maia slid her lips away from Halsey’s and ran the point of her tongue along Halsey’s jaw to the younger woman’s earlobe. She nibbled on it for a while, while her hands explored the body of her lover, seeking reactions that were becoming familiar. She massaged Halsey’s small, sensitive left breast, working up the hill to the nipple at the top. When her thumb and forefinger reached it, she pinched slightly. Halsey gasped, then moaned slightly.

She then dived down to replace her fingers with her mouth and tongue, sucking hard on the already stiff nipple. Halsey let out another little moan. Maia worked her way down Halsey’s torso, planting brief kisses at random places. When she reached Halsey’s navel, the younger woman spread her legs slightly. Maia paused to lick and kiss her navel. Soon, Halsey began to giggle.

“That tickles, Maia.”

Maia looked up from her pleasure, “I know.” She smiled, “I was counting on it.” She went back to her activities, moving down from from Halsey’s navel to her mons, and its sparse covering of blond pubic hair. She finally reached her goal. By this, time between Halsey’s previous efforts on Maia and Maia’s attentions to Halsey, the room was redolent of sexual arousal. Halsey spread her legs further and her scent reached Maia’s nostrils. Maia inhaled deeply, and placed her lips on Halsey’s vulva. Halsey’s inner lips had unfolded, and were wet. Maia licked up the dew she found there, and moved up slightly to find her lover’s clitoris. She slipped her tongue under the hood and felt the hard tip of Halsey’s clit at the tip of her tongue. She began thrusting with her tongue against the little nub. Halsey’s breathing speeded up. She wiggled slightly to pull a pillow under shoulders. When Maia looked up, Halsey had settled back against the pillow.

“I just want to be able to look at you, love,” Halsey said. Maia shrugged, and went back to what she had been doing. Halsey reached down to stroke Maia’s hair as she was pushed back up towards orgasm. Suddenly the stimulation was overwhelming: she came, and as she orgasmed, her thighs clamped against Maia’s ears.

Maia knew she had achieved her goal, and planted one last final kiss on Halsey’s lower lips. Halsey’s thighs relaxed. Her breathing was rapid and shallow and her heart was racing. She tugged on Maia’s hair, wanting to bring her back to the head of the bed. Maia complied. Halsey wrapped her arms around Maia, and kissed her. “Thank you, my love. It’s always so good with you.”

“You’re an inspiration, Hals.”

“I’m just this girl, you know?”

Maia laughed. “If you’re going crib lines, steal from the best.”

“I know how you feel about Douglas Adams and Hitchhiker’s Guide,” said Halsey. She pulled Maia in again and kissed her. “Mmmm, I can taste myself on you.”

Maia reached down and pulled the blanket over them. “Give me a pillow, Hals. Any problem if I spend the night?”

“Never. You know that.”

“Thanks. What’s with the pillows?”

“What about them?”

“I thought I just about had you there, and you pulled away to get some pillows under your shoulders.”

“Oh. I wanted to be able to look at you. That’s the other reason the mirror’s down there.”

“What?”

Halsey turned bright red again. “I…” She stopped speaking.

“It’s okay. You can say anything to me.”

“I know,” she kissed Maia again. “It’s a little embarrassing, is all.”

“If it is something you like, or would like to try please tell me. I want to know.”

Halsey took a deep breath, “I like watching. I like watching you making love with me. I even like watching myself masturbate.

I want the mirror down there so I can see myself better.” Her face was even redder.

“It’s okay, Hals. If it turns you on, that’s all that matters.” She kissed Halsey, and reached for her breast during the kiss.

Halsey broke the kiss, saying, “Maia, I’d love to go again, but it’s late and we’ve got the faculty meeting tomorrow,” she glanced over at the clock, “no, this morning. Let’s sleep.”

“You’re right.” She grabbed her phone and checked it. “I’ve got an alarm set for six. Is that early enough for you?”

“Honestly? It’s too early, but it’s when I need to be up.” They kissed and turned out the lamps on the nightstands.

—o—o—o—

Maia’s preparatory period was seventh period, at the end of the day. She knew the drama teacher also had seventh period prep, so he could get ready for after-school rehearsals. Early in the Spring term, the Spring musical had been cast but rehearsals had not started yet. She found him in the shop.

“Hey, Mr. Rogers. Do you have a minute?”

He looked at her, “Sure. It’s Ms. Rhodes, Biology, right?”

“Maia, please.”

“Okay, Maia. I’m Brent. What can I do for you?

“I have a question about set design. If you needed to put up temporary mirrors as a scenery device, how would you do it?”

“Oh. Easy-peasy. Go to an arts and crafts shop and pick up a stretcher frame with canvas mounted. Those come in almost any size you want. Then visit a grip supply and pick up a roll of aluminized shrink wrap. Epoxy the shrink wrap to the edges of the frame, and use a hair dryer on ‘high.’ It shrinks tight, and once framed it’s nearly indistinguishable from a heavy glass mirror.”

“Sounds straightforward.”

“It is. In fact, that mirror,” he nodded at a mirror to his left, “is made that way. The shrink wrap is available in colors, too. Gold is an interesting choice.”

“That really is like glass,” Maia said as she examined her reflection.

“Yep. I don’t know why anyone uses glass, especially in earthquake country.”

“Thanks for the assistance, Brent.”

“Any time, Maia.”

—o—o—

The following week was the state Music Educator’s Association meeting. Halsey invited Maia to come along, but Maia wasn’t able to line up a substitute. She used the time to do some redecorating in her condo. When Halsey arrived at home early Saturday evening, she called Maia.

“Hey, Maia. I missed you,” she said when Maia picked up the call.

“I missed you, too. I wish I could have arranged to go — but I’ve got no seniority.”

“My orchestra is scheduled to play next year. I’ll need some chaperones, and policy requires one teacher besides me. Andy’s winds are going, too. Ordinarily, he’d be my number two or I’d be his. But we’ll both need an extra next year. I’ll request you. Best part of doing it that way is it won’t count as personal time.”

“I’d be happy to do that for you.”

“We’d have to share a room, you know,” Halsey teased Maia.

“Who will chaperon us?”

“No one, I hope.”

“Do you have any plans tonight, Hals?”

“Not really. I grabbed a bite on the way back. Tomorrow is resting up for next week.”

“Why don’t you come over here and rest up?” asked Maia.

“Now or tomorrow?”

“Either works for me.”

“Is this a booty call?”

“You called me. Is this a booty call? I won’t object if it is.”

“That wasn’t my intention. At least I don’t think it was my intention, but a booty call sounds good. See you in half an hour or so?”

“Love you, Hals,” said Maia. “You’ve got a key — just come in, okay?”

“Okay. I love you too. See you as soon as I can get there.”

—o—o—

Halsey reached the door and removed her shoes, knowing a pair of house slippers waited inside the door. She opened the door and heard the security system announce that the door was open. It was dark: this was unlike Maia, who tended to keep lights burning everywhere. “Maia? Are you here?” Halsey flipped the switch on the foyer light.

“I’m upstairs. Wait there, please.”

“Okay. What’s going on?”

“It’s a surprise. Your birthday came early this year, my dear.”

Maia came downstairs in a black peignoir with a red sash, holding a blindfold.

“Wow. You’re pretty formal for a last-minute booty call. That looks good on you, Maia.”

Maia came to Halsey and kissed her. “Welcome home, Hals. Your birthday presents are upstairs. They’re kind of inconvenient to wrap, so you’ll have wear the blindfold.”

“Should I change into something more comfortable, first?”

“If you want to, that’s fine.”

“I didn’t bring anything like that,” Halsey said, nodding at Maia.

“I don’t expect you’ll be wearing whatever very long, Hals. Besides, you prefer being nude anyway. I still wonder if your family aren’t nudists.”

“They aren’t. I — oh, let’s go upstairs.”

“Blindfold, Hals,” Maia held out the fabric. Halsey turned around, and Maia put the blindfold on her. Then she took Halsey’s arm and guided her upstairs to the master suite. Once there she kissed Halsey and began undressing her slowly.

“You are a tease, my love. When can I take this blindfold off?”

“When I tell you you can,” said Maia. At this point, the only fasteners still attached on Halsey’s clothes were the hooks on her brassiere. Maia continued undressing Halsey, removing her blouse, jeans, panties and finally her bra. She laid Halsey on the bed, and reached over to the nightstand for a soft camel’s hair makeup brush. She danced the brush across her lover’s skin, initially skirting the obvious erogenous zones, but later paying more attention to her nipples, earlobes and aureoles, but still avoiding the most sensitive areas. Soon Halsey was moaning a little, and wiggling a bit.

Maia set the brush aside and began kissing Halsey’s ankles and calves, moving up to the knees. Halsey’s moans changed slightly to sighs of pleasure and anticipation of what was to follow. Maia's lips reached Halsey’s upper thighs and stretched out along the bed between Halsey’s legs. Maia kissed her outer lips, and enjoyed the musky scent coming from Halsey’s pussy. Maia thrust her tongue deep into Halsey, and tongue-fucked her for a bit. She pulled away and said, “You can take off your blindfold now.”
Halsey reached behind her head and pulled the blindfold from her head. She blinked a couple of times. The room was filled with lighted candles; on the wall at the foot of the bed was a four by six foot mirror framed in black wood. Directly above the bed was its twin. When her eyes came into focus, she saw herself lying on the bed, nude with her lover between her legs. The sight aroused her so much she orgasmed almost immediately. Maia noted this and redoubled her efforts. Halsey came again almost immediately. Maia continued to tongue her.

“No,” Halsey pleaded. “No more. Please. Come up here, Maia.”

Maia obediently slipped up alongside her. She whispered, “How do you like your birthday presents?”

“The mirrors?” Halsey asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“You must have spent a fortune. Thank you. Is that mirror on the ceiling safe?”

“I didn’t spend all that much. They are theatrical props: shrink wrap on a canvas, then inserted into a frame. The frames are not ebony, sorry. That would have cost a fortune. They’re light enough we can get them to your place easily. We’ll need to borrow a truck or a van.

“They aren’t really your birthday present, by the way. I just thought you’d like them.”

“Like them? I love them. Thank you!” She kissed Maia passionately.

“Happy un-birthday, dear,” said Maia. “I hope for many more.”

Halsey smiled and kissed Maia tenderly. “So do I, my love. So do I.”