I can feel her eyes rolling without looking at her, we’rethatclose. “So, how’d the sleepover go? Get any sleep?” The kissy noises she makes are enough to make me homicidal.
“Her bed is straight from heaven. I've never slept better in my life. I’ll be dreaming about it while I lie on that janky mattress that smells like cat piss. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve already moved in with her. ”
“Don’t letmestop you, Casanova.” She hits the shower curtain, letting water trickle out. “Let’s pack up your shit right now, and I’ll dump you on her doorstep. That won’t be crazy at all.”
“Dude, I’ve never felt like this,” I say, working the shaving cream over my legs, running through our morning together. “She consumes my every thought whether I’m awake or asleep. My body calls to her, it’s like our souls are yearning for each other.”
“Nat, chill, man. That’s some poetic shit and all, but you’ve gotta be careful with this one.”
She’s like my built-in older sister and has always been protective. She’s been here since the beginning, it’s only natural she’d be skeptical of me dating a single, straight mom.
“I told her about Dave and Rhonda, and she didn’t even flinch. She was totally supportive. I didn’t hold back either, letting her know all about the blackout and how I ended up here with you.”
“That's not shocking, though, sheisa mother. It’s her instinct to care for the wounded.” Megan reaches over, moving the shower curtain.
Her nonchalant face stares at me as I turn around, letting the water hit my back. “Meg. It’s not like that, she’s notmotheringme. I promise you, there’s a connection there. It’s like I can feel it in my body, this is something big.”
She shrugs, then closes the curtain. “Okay then, guess I don’t need to give back your lucky dildo after all.” The door closes behind her, leaving me with her unsolicited words of wisdom.
The hot water relaxes my muscles, and like clockwork my thoughts turn to Candace, remembering how sexy she was, moaning for me. Her breasts were rising and falling, while I took my time working her open. My hand slowly moves up my chest, tweaking a nipple keeping my dirty thoughts on the blonde mommy, cooped up inside her mini mansion.
Fresh memories of her naked body keep my filthy fantasy going. I’m soaked by the time my finger gets to my pulsing clit. Slowly, I push one deep inside me, wishing it were hers.
Needing more friction, I add a second and massage my clit, picking up my pace. Heat builds in my core, my nipples tighten, as my body screams for a release. Two fingers run up and down, finding a quick rhythm, sending intense pleasure through me. I’m so close, I can feel it building in my tummy, and my legs begin to shake.
I quicken my pace once more, and an orgasm detonates. There’s a pain with the pleasure as I take everything I’ve got, practically abusing my clit. My breathing is ragged, but slowly comes back to normal as I remove my fingers and steady myself against the tiled wall.
Candace has infiltrated every aspect of my life to the point where I’m getting off to her in the shower. I’ll never get enough of her. I’m an addict in desperate need of my next fix. She’s the ultimate drug, and I can’t imagine a time I won't be ravenous for her.
ChaptEr 19
Candace
I’m dialing my sister’s number and demanding she come over, before Nat’s car has even left the driveway. I may have fibbed and said it was a level-twenty emergency, and she should get here as fast as humanly possible. It’s the kind of crisis that requires all hands on deck. In the span of two hours, I had my first kiss with a woman, followed by an orgasm so strong I saw stars.
We were in bed, kissing and touching each other. My body was so worked up and needy for her it felt like my vagina had a heartbeat. I’ve never wanted anything more than her fingers touching and gliding through my lips, seeping inside my desperate body. Although my sex life with Greg was nothing to write home about, I’ve had plenty of orgasms. Mostly self-induced, thanks to the trusty bullet vibrator I keep in my nightstand. No self-care Sunday activity could’ve prepared me for the orgasm brought on by another woman.
“I’m here, drama queen, what’s the big emergency?” Court shouts, slamming my front door.
“Upstairs,” I call out, jittery with anticipation.
“Whoa, what happened to you?” Her brows raise as she inspects my unmade bed and my hair that’s in complete disarray.
“You were right, and now I don’t know what to do or think. Maybe I’m gay, or maybe this is a mid-life crisis, either way my lady doctor didn’t mention this symptom when going over perimenopause. She really should’ve, you know. In between hot flashes and irritability, you may develop a taste for women with piercings and tattoos.”
“Of course I was right. I’m always right.” She falls onto my bed, bundling up in my oversized comforter. I purse my lips, knowing what just went down on that bed. “I assume this is about the emo chick who refuses to take her Hot Topic boots off when she comes inside?”
I unleash everything: all the times I convinced myself we were just friends, and how that couldn't be further from the truth. The stolen glances, hand-holding, and dry humping that turned into a full-blown make-out session this morning. Court lies motionless, staring at me, even as I confess to going commando at the dance.
“Damn girl, you’re a little freak.” Her eyebrows wiggle, and she blows me kisses. “No panties at the dance? Did Nat spank you with a ruler when you got home?”
“Please take this seriously.” I rub my forehead, feeling a headache coming on. “There’s been no spanking. How did we get here? How am I suddenly gay after thirty-seven years?”
Court sits up from her cozy spot on the bed and comes towards me, wrapping me in a warm embrace. “Take a deep breath. One thing at a time. Nothing needs to be decided right now. There’s no rule about sexuality.” She steps aside, but keeps a hand onmy back. “You don’t have to declare yourself anything. Your sudden attraction to Nat isnota sign of perimenopause. You’re just taking off your blinders and choosing your fate. Please remember this is your life, you’re in charge. We’ll figure this all out.”
“I just wish I had more answers. I hate being in the dark.” My shoulders sag, and I lean my face onto her shoulder.
“Bet you don’t hate being in the dark with your new toy?” I laugh in complete agreement.
