But with her, I am.
She made me laugh when I wanted to cry.
She held me when there was no horizon.
She made me fall in love with the small moments.
I take a sip from the champagne bottle.
It prickles down my throat with a taste of pussy.
I bite my bottom lip.
A smirk appears on my face.
I walk over to them with the bottle and pour some of it into Amy’s half-open mouth.
She gulps and gags and spits it onto Jane.
I just pour it over them.
“What the fuck,” says Jane.
“Yeah,” I say, still smirking as I throw the bottle into a corner to my left, where it bursts.
“You'd better get rid of that dress,” I say as I challenge her, while pulling up my own dress.
I decided on no underwear, as most of the time.
Jane is flabbergasted, as she should. That woman has a stick up her ass, but she is a feral kitten underneath. I can see it; she just needs some tickling.
“Undress,” I say.
She gives Amy a quick glance, but I know my Amy. She twitches her shoulders, grins, and slips the straps of her dress from her shoulders.
The dress falls to the floor.
“I’m sticky,” says Jane. And I see what Amy meant by "she has sensory stuff". I thought it would be gone from the alcohol, but apparently not.
“Come with me,” says Amy, and pulls Jane with her.
She walks her down the stairs, and I follow them at a small distance. The joy it brings me to watch them.
Amy pulls Jane into the bathroom, turns on the shower, removes her dress and her shoes, and pushes her underneath the shower, while kissing her.
I grin as I let them have a moment.
I walk to the kitchen, pull out the plate, and do a line in the meantime.
My head falls back from the burning in my nose.
I need more. Want more.
I do a second one.
This is what I needed.
My senses sharpen.
