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13
THE MORNING AFTER
~*~
Her hands were in my hair, fingers trailing through my scalp.
“You’re purring like a kitten, Jewelina.”
I giggled, feeling so warm and comfy and finally, at home.
“That reminds me, I need to go serve breakfast.”
I held her around the waist, groaning in disapproval. “Don’t go.”
“I’m trying to win him over, remember? I have to keep him fed.” She pecked my lips and slipped out of my arms. I could only smile and laugh to myself. How had I felt nothing the first time she kissed me, but now her lips felt like everything? The change of heart was amazingly wonderful.
As I stretched, I felt the wetness between my legs. I needed to shower. I was in the bathroom trying to figure the shower out when Paris came back, her hand grabbing my ass.
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“Thank you.”
She ran the shower water, pulling me into a kiss before letting me get in. When I came out, there was a towel, a toothbrush, and an outfit on the counter. She’d picked out my Calvin Klein bra and panties set and a dress out of my suitcase. I blushed like I had when she’d ordered for me. Having my significant other pick out my clothes for me had always been another fantasy of mine.
The bedroom smelled of fresh bacon when I emerged from the bathroom.
“Something smells good,” I said.
“Breakfast after I shower.”
Paris walked past me, pecking my lips. I watched as she undressed and stepped inside the shower. She had the body I’d always wanted. She was skinny in all the right places, her curves arranged generously. She lathered her loofa with soap and rubbed it over her skin. I realized, as the pulse began between my legs, that this was my first time seeing her naked. This was my first time seeing her small breasts with their perfectly circle, brown areloas and thick nipples.
Upon realizing I was staring at her, she asked, “Wanna join?”
I did want to, but I wouldn’t know what to do with her, how to touch her, how to please her. I declined. She smiled and continued washing herself. I went back into Fikirtepe Escort the room.
There was a knock on the door. I opened it. There stood a gorgeous woman who looked as confused about seeing me as I was with seeing her.
“Hi. Is Paris…?”
“She’s in the shower.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m Jewel.”
“Hey. I’m Miranda, her roommate.”
She extended her hand. I shook it. So Paris lived with this beauty of a woman. Hmm. The same way I was looking her over, she was looking me over.
“Nice meeting you,” she finally said and walked away.
I closed the door, unable to return the sentiment as I thought about their living arrangement. Did this Miranda woman have a boyfriend?
Paris came out of the bathroom dressed, looking and smelling wonderful. Even still, her delectableness couldn’t cure my sour mood.
“Your roommate knocked on the door. I think she wanted you for something.”
“Come on. Let’s have breakfast.”
I followed her down the stairs and to the dining room where the table was set, the plates full of breakfast food. Miranda sat at one end of the table. There were only two places made.
“Looks good, Randa,” Paris said. “Jewelina’s joining us.”
“I didn’t realize,” she said, coming to her feet slowly.
Paris took a seat, pulling me to sit down beside her. Miranda came back with a plate and utensils for me. I thanked her.
I didn’t have much of an appetite. I ate one pancake and a piece of bacon, most of the time sitting listening to Miranda and Paris talk animatedly about work. They worked at the same club, Miranda a bartender. I didn’t have much to contribute to their stories.
Paris was cleaning up the empty plates, taking them to the kitchen when Miranda asked, “So what are you two doing today?”
“Mom and Pop are having a barbeque today. We’re going to stop by for a minute.”
That surprised me.
“Sounds like fun,” Miranda said. “Don’t forget to bring me back a plate.”
“I won’t. Come on, Jewelina. Let’s go.”
I thanked Miranda again for the breakfast Fikirtepe Escort Bayan and we left the house, getting into Paris’s car. Only then did I address my concerns.
“Are you sure your parents are going to be ok with me being at their barbeque?”
“Why wouldn’t they be?”
“I’m some unknown girl.”
“You’re not to me.”
“What am I then?”
“You’re my girl.”
Couldn’t lie, that made me feel tingly inside. “Your girl?” I asked around a big smile. “What does that mean?”
“That means wherever I’m invited, you’re invited.”
“What is this bar-b-que for?”
“My brother Jonathan got his doctorate. He’s Doctor Big Brother now.”
“That’s amazing.”
“Yeah, it is. Here I am a security guard and my brother’s a doctor.”
“Your accomplishments aren’t any less than anyone else’s.”
She grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers. “Anybody ever told you you’re a sweetheart?”
“One or two people have.”
She brought my hand up to her lips. The feel of her lips brought back memories of what they’d done to me last night. I shivered.
“Is there anything I should know about your family?”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Possible triggers I should avoid, things I shouldn’t do or say, something like that.” When she looked at me oddly, I added, “Because with my family, there are many things to know, like don’t mention animals around my Uncle Al, because he used to be a zookeeper so he thinks he knows everything about them. Will talk your ear off. And prepare your eyes for my sister’s attire. The things she wears will make you gawk.”
She laughed. “Sounds like your family is full of characters.”
“It is. That’s why I avoid family gatherings, or try to keep them brief. Don’t know how I’m going to survive my sister’s wedding.”
“She didn’t get married yet?”
“No. It’s in three days. I have to fly all the way to Michigan, so they can have it at a chapel in a little town where the groom was born. Guess what the name of the town is?”
“What is it?”
“Little.”
“Is the Escort Fikirtepe chapel called Little Chapel of Little?”
“Probably.”
We drove on the freeway in sport. It thrilled me as we weaved in and out of traffic. Usually such erratic driving unnerved me, but I felt safe with her at the wheel.
“You need a date?” Paris asked.
“A date?”
“For your sister’s wedding.”
If I showed up with Paris, there was no telling what everyone’s reaction would be. My parents would no doubt be blind-sided. Hell, everyone would be. That wasn’t the way to come out to everyone. And what would I be coming out as? I wasn’t a lesbian. Paris was the first woman I’d ever had emotional or sexual feelings for. I wasn’t attracted to women. I wouldn’t know what to tell everyone, when I didn’t even know what to tell myself.
“Joylee is very organized. I already told her I wasn’t bringing anyone, so I can’t just show up with a date. You might not have anywhere to sit, or get a piece of cake.”
She glanced over at me before nodding. “I understand.”
I was glad she did.
“Now that I think about it. There is one thing you should know about my family.”
“What’s that?”
“Remember I told you about my sister-in-law? The one that cornered me in grade school?”
“Yes.”
“She’s the doctor’s wife.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. So be cool around her. If she says anything, just ignore her. She’s naturally catty. It’s her personality. Nothing personal.”
Maybe this barbeque wasn’t going to be as simple as I’d originally thought. I took a deep breath and exhaled as we pulled up to a nice house. Think pleasant thoughts, I told myself as we got out of the car, my heart hammering with the anxiety and nervousness of going into an unknown group of people’s family event. Only pleasant thoughts.
“Paris, before we go in here there’s something you need to know about me.”
“What’s that?”
“Sometimes I can be awkward in social settings. So if I don’t hit it off with your family, it wasn’t intentional. I just get so nervous sometimes when I’m trying to make an impression. I still don’t know how I got my job as extra as I was during the interview.”
Paris took my head between her hands, kissing my forehead. “You’re good just the way you are. So be yourself.”
I smiled, coming up on my toes to peck her lips. The door swung open.
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