Anthea’s breasts. Anthea felt hands at her waist, then on her skirt, pulling it up. She raised her hips to make it easier. Paula moved back into the passenger seat, leaned toward Anthea, and slowly peeled Anthea’s pantyhose downward.
Anthea couldn’t wait. She shoved them down, baring herself in a frenzy, then opening her legs, inviting, offering. She felt her heart beating in her fingertips. Every prickle of nerves reverberated through her body and she realized she had never felt so alive before. It had never felt like this, not even her first time with a woman.
She thought, when Paula’s mouth found her, she would faint.
She didn’t.
She made noises she’d forgotten she knew how to make. Invoked deities and the heavens. When she was almost certain she would die of pleasure, she orgasmed.
Paula collapsed back into the passenger seat. “Oh, wow,” she said.
“I’m sorry, I usually don’t, I mean, not like
that“
Paula made a pleased sort of noise and said quietly, “I don’t usually… uh, dive in like that. I… would you do something for me?”
“I could hardly refuse, could I?” Anthea leaned over to Paula, and kissed her, smelling herself on Paula’s face.
“Take me to your place.”
Monday morning Anthea viewed Shay’s bleary eyes with compassion. She had thought Shay was just not a morning person, but now she knew better. Anthea wished there was a way she could help. And, despite Shay’s obvious fatigue, she didn’t miss the wink Shay gave her as she buckled up in the passenger seat. Anthea had spent a great deal of time after Paula had left wondering how she would explain Paula to Shay.
After they had pulled out into traffic, Shay fixed Anthea with an I-know-what-you’ve-been-up-to smiling stare.
“What?” Anthea feigned innocence and ignorance.
“I see. Pretty darned fantastic then.”
“What?”
Shay grinned. “That Porsche I saw you test-driving on Friday night.”
“Porsche? Oh.” Anthea could feel a tiny flush
sprinkle over her cheeks. “We’re talking code. I see. Well, she was more like a Ferrari.”
“Four on the floor and overdrive?”
Anthea swerved to avoid a BMW that pulled out in front of her. “There were only two. On the floor. And plenty of overdrive.”
“That’s sickening,” Shay said. “I’d be envious ” A sudden yawn overtook her. “But I don’t have the energy.”
“What’s your schedule?”
“Whenever I get there until eleven weeknights. One to midnight on Saturdays,” Shay said. Anthea reflected that she was in bed and asleep by eleven.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d be happy to loan you some money.”
“That’s not necessary,” Shay said, her voice tight and clipped.
“Oh, dear.” Anthea bit her lower lip. “I’ve offended you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right. It’s just I’ve worked so hard and I guess I’d like to look back and know that I really did do it on my own. I’ve only got another two months of payments to the hospital and funeral home.”
God, Anthea thought. To be working so hard to pay for… death. She felt a surge of mental virtue for having skipped her cigarette this morning. Paula didn’t like cigarettes either and somehow there hadn’t been time for a cigarette until Paula left late on Saturday morning. It was the first time she hadn’t had a smoke after sex. She’d felt so good, she hadn’t really wanted one. Maybe lots of sex was a cure for nicotine addiction. Lots of sex was probably good exercise, too. After a swallow she said, “Is there
some way I can help you and not compromise your ideals?”
“No, really. I’ll survive,” Shay said.
“I know you will,” Anthea said. “Women always do.” Shay smiled slightly. “So you get Sunday off?”
“I think Sundays are a slice of heaven. I have just enough time to go to the grocery store, make up something to take for lunch during the week, laundry, and read for a couple of hours. I sleep a lot on
Anthea couldn’t wait. She shoved them down, baring herself in a frenzy, then opening her legs, inviting, offering. She felt her heart beating in her fingertips. Every prickle of nerves reverberated through her body and she realized she had never felt so alive before. It had never felt like this, not even her first time with a woman.
She thought, when Paula’s mouth found her, she would faint.
She didn’t.
She made noises she’d forgotten she knew how to make. Invoked deities and the heavens. When she was almost certain she would die of pleasure, she orgasmed.
Paula collapsed back into the passenger seat. “Oh, wow,” she said.
“I’m sorry, I usually don’t, I mean, not like
that“
Paula made a pleased sort of noise and said quietly, “I don’t usually… uh, dive in like that. I… would you do something for me?”
“I could hardly refuse, could I?” Anthea leaned over to Paula, and kissed her, smelling herself on Paula’s face.
“Take me to your place.”
Monday morning Anthea viewed Shay’s bleary eyes with compassion. She had thought Shay was just not a morning person, but now she knew better. Anthea wished there was a way she could help. And, despite Shay’s obvious fatigue, she didn’t miss the wink Shay gave her as she buckled up in the passenger seat. Anthea had spent a great deal of time after Paula had left wondering how she would explain Paula to Shay.
After they had pulled out into traffic, Shay fixed Anthea with an I-know-what-you’ve-been-up-to smiling stare.
“What?” Anthea feigned innocence and ignorance.
“I see. Pretty darned fantastic then.”
“What?”
Shay grinned. “That Porsche I saw you test-driving on Friday night.”
“Porsche? Oh.” Anthea could feel a tiny flush
sprinkle over her cheeks. “We’re talking code. I see. Well, she was more like a Ferrari.”
“Four on the floor and overdrive?”
Anthea swerved to avoid a BMW that pulled out in front of her. “There were only two. On the floor. And plenty of overdrive.”
“That’s sickening,” Shay said. “I’d be envious ” A sudden yawn overtook her. “But I don’t have the energy.”
“What’s your schedule?”
“Whenever I get there until eleven weeknights. One to midnight on Saturdays,” Shay said. Anthea reflected that she was in bed and asleep by eleven.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d be happy to loan you some money.”
“That’s not necessary,” Shay said, her voice tight and clipped.
“Oh, dear.” Anthea bit her lower lip. “I’ve offended you. I’m sorry.”
“It’s all right. It’s just I’ve worked so hard and I guess I’d like to look back and know that I really did do it on my own. I’ve only got another two months of payments to the hospital and funeral home.”
God, Anthea thought. To be working so hard to pay for… death. She felt a surge of mental virtue for having skipped her cigarette this morning. Paula didn’t like cigarettes either and somehow there hadn’t been time for a cigarette until Paula left late on Saturday morning. It was the first time she hadn’t had a smoke after sex. She’d felt so good, she hadn’t really wanted one. Maybe lots of sex was a cure for nicotine addiction. Lots of sex was probably good exercise, too. After a swallow she said, “Is there
some way I can help you and not compromise your ideals?”
“No, really. I’ll survive,” Shay said.
“I know you will,” Anthea said. “Women always do.” Shay smiled slightly. “So you get Sunday off?”
“I think Sundays are a slice of heaven. I have just enough time to go to the grocery store, make up something to take for lunch during the week, laundry, and read for a couple of hours. I sleep a lot on
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