Caci Natalie p2

Caci whimpered and closed her eyes briefly, trying to block out the frustration and sexual tension building within her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, but her voice was hoarse. "It's the-" it's your words, she wanted to say, but she was too embarrassed. I can't help it, she wanted to whine, but that was the cheap way out. She could help it. She was an adult and could make the adult choice an exercise her willpower. "Where were we?" she asked instead.

"I don't-" Natalie still looked tense, predatory. "I'll be right back."

"Wait!" Caci reached out to touch her and then recoiled. Physical touch probably wouldn't help the situation. "I'm sorry. Please don't go."

Natalie managed a smile, "I'm not leaving. I just need a minute. I need to walk, need to breathe."

Caci nodded, she could understand that feeling. Natalie overwhelmed her, consumed all logic and reason until all Caci's thoughts were clouded with the woman. Natalie got up and walked toward the back of the restaurant, and Caci slumped back in her chair. She was messing everything up, again.

If only I could just be normal, Caci thought, if only my imagination wasn't quite so active. She sipped at her water and tried to think of calming places, of landscapes and crystal pools, anything other than the gorgeous woman with the tilted eyes who smiled so alluringly.

"You okay?" Natalie asked. Caci felt like crying, but sat up and tried to smile.

"Fine. How was your moment?"

"I think I'm feeling better than you," Natalie eyed her speculatively. "Should I ask for the check?"

Caci closed her eyes. The evening had been a total disaster. She was going to lose her online friend and companion, the woman with the words, and on top of it all, also lose her chance with a total knock out that took her breath away.

"I'm sorry," Caci whispered, eyes downcast.

"Please don't apologize, Caci," Natalie reassured her. Caci heard the waiter approach the table but couldn't look at him. Natalie must have signaled him.

"I'd like to pay, thank you. Just take my card and bring me the reciept." Caci's head shot up.

"Oh no! You can't! Please, this is all my fault, I can't let you pay," she pleaded.

"Hush, Caci," Natalie chided her.

"And the tiramisu?" the waiter asked.

"Can I get it boxed? If not, we'll skip."

"Of course, not a problem," the waiter responded, ever helpful, and skipped away with Natalie's credit card.

"Natalie, this is beyond unfair for you. Honestly, you can't pay for dinner, and especially not for dessert. It's more than generous."

"Put on your coat, Caci," Natalie's voice was firm but gentle, softly sweet. Caci swallowed her protests and stood up to slip her overcoat on. Natalie stood and shrugged on her coat as well as the waiter hurried over with a bill and a bag containing the tiramisu.

Natalie quickly checked over the receipt and signed, snagging her card from the fold.

"Have a nice evening," the waiter smiled at them, and they both murmured their goodbyes with polite smiles.

The air outside was chilly as Natalie held open the door and Caci stepped into the dark. The sound of the city rose up to meet them, and Caci thought miserably about the blocks she'd have to walk home. Maybe she'd take a taxi to spare being alone with her thoughts.

"This is yours, Caci," Natalie's voice was soft as she passed the dessert bag to Caci. Their fingers brushed and Caci tried not to shudder or whimper at the contact. Her stomach clenched and she swallowed tightly.

"May I walk with you a minute?" Natalie asked.

Caci looked up, confused, but nodded anyway. They began walking slowly in the direction of Caci's apartment, away from the brightly lit restaurant windows.

"I find myself very attracted to you, Caci," Natalie confessed, quietly, and Caci stopped walking. She closed her eyes, certain she was hearing things. Her breathing quickened, her heart raced. Words, beautiful words, echoing through her head. I'm very attracted to you.

"Physically," that velvet voice was in her ear and Caci wasn't sure if she was dreaming, "and mentally," came the husky groan and a hand landed on her hip. Caci's breathing hitched and she opened her eyes. Her heart pounded in her ears and she felt dizzy with want.

"I'm going to kiss you," Caci warned, and Natalie's grin was mischievous.

"You better," Natalie breathed, and Caci reached for her, but Natalie met her halfway. Caci whimpered, pushed closer. Natalie's mouth, the source of all those beautiful, delicious words, was slick and warm and gorgeous. Caci held her dessert bag awkwardly in one hand, but used the other to twine her way up Natalie's body and clutch at the lapel of her pea coat.

Natalie's groan was soft and rich as she fisted Caci's coat in her hands and drew her closer. Caci shuddered at the sound and closed her eyes, dreaming, floating, not sure of anyone or anything as she got lost in the caress. She nipped at Natalie's lip, tugged it between her teeth, and Natalie groaned again. The sound was heaven, and Caci whimpered in response.

Natalie pulled away and looked at Caci questioningly, but as their harsh breathing slowed, Caci and Natalie both began to realize their surroundings. "Come," Natalie took Caci by the hand and led them down the block until she pulled Caci into the mouth of an alley.

"You moan when I do," Natalie commented pressing Caci into the brickwork. Caci flushed, embarrassed. She shook her head and looked down at the concrete, but Natalie reached out to lift her chin. "It's nothing to be ashamed of," Natalie was gentle, her eyes searching.

"It's the sound," Caci finally admitted in a murmur, "and your words." Natalie leaned forward to brush Caci's cheek against her own, and the small friction made them both breathe a little harder.

"Words," Natalie tried to piece it together. She took the big buttons of Caci's coat in her hands and slipped one out of place. "So, if I were to say that I want to fuck you," she tested, and Caci's eyes widened. It was a nice word, Natalie's pronunciation crisp, her plosives tight, but it didn't make Caci's breathing hitch. An image came forth, as they always did, of Natalie hovering over her - hot, determined, wanting. She felt a heat pool low in her belly.

Natalie wasn't so easily deterred. "What if I want to finger you," she lingered on the word. Caci's eyes closed and she whimpered, her breathing erratic. They were in a car, and Natalie took her hand off the gearshift and slid it up the length of Caci's thigh. She pushed Caci's skirt out of the way and did a double take when she saw Caci wasn't wearing any panties. "Eyes on the road," Caci smiled, and Natalie slapped her thigh sharply. 

Natalie grinned in satisfaction and opened another button. "Suck," she whispered into Caci's ear, and Caci's stomach clenched. She dropped the dessert bag and reached out for Natalie's shoulder to steady herself. Her eyes were closed and she was lost in a world of images, raunchy possibilities, and scenes brought on by Natalie's voice, Natalie's words.

Natalie pulled Caci's coat apart and stepped in, pressing against her. She lifted Caci's dress fractionally and slid her hand along Caci's inner thigh. Caci let out a shaky breath and let her head fall into the crook of Natalie's neck.

"Bite," Natalie's mouth was right at Caci's ear, her mouth brushing the sensitive skin. Caci was shaking and moaning in Natalie's arms, so close to orgasm without having been touched. Natalie pulled the fabric of her underwear aside and brushed the rough pad of her finger along Caci's slick skin.

"Oh," Caci breathed harshly across Natalie's skin. She was hovering on the brink, the hot ache throbbing thickly through her, stoked so quickly and urgently through Natalie's velvet voice. "Please," she murmured, but she didn't know what she was asking for. Words? Touch?

Natalie slipped one finger inside easily, and Caci shook and clung to Natalie's shoulders. "Please," she cried. "Please, Natalie!" Natalie spread the fluid to her thumb and circled Caci's clit.

"Lick," Natalie groaned into Caci's ear and twisted her fingers in time with her thumb. Caci gasped, quit breathing altogether, shuddering violently, clutching tightly onto and curling into Natalie's embrace. Natalie smiled, her own breathing harsh, and after a quiet moment she pulled her hand away to rest on Caci's thigh.

"God, Caci, the way you react -" she breathed, smoothing Caci's hair with her other hand as Caci tried to get her heartbeat under control.

"Don't get your hopes up," she pulled back to lock eyes with Natalie in the dim glow of the streetlights. "It's just the words. The physical stuff -" Caci shrugged.

"I don't think so, baby," Natalie smiled down at her gently. "Your body is one hell of a violin, but nobody's learned how to make you sing yet." Caci blushed and tried to find her balance, brushed her hair back behind her ears. "I don't want to rush you," Natalie started, hesitated, "but come back to my place, please. I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you, except that maybe I am, but I've never met anyone like you and I want you in my bed."

Caci flushed a bright pink and raised one eyebrow. "Was that supposed to be moving? What's in it for me?"

"Orgasms - tons of them. Long conversations and plenty of words. Whatever breakfast you want, I'll make it for you and you can eat it in bed. In fact, if you never want to leave my bed again I guarantee I'll be fine with it."

Caci laughed despite herself. "I still want that tiramisu," she noted, picking up the discarded bag and lacing her fingers through Natalie's.

"I'll feed it to you. In bed," Natalie promised, and they both laughed into the night air.

Jodi

Meet Jodi. You'll see her again very soon.

Jodie pulled her sleeveless, old sundress out of the closet and began bracing herself, as she always did, for the agonizing hours she would have to spend in the company of the love of her life. She breathed deeply as she gathered her sensible sandals from the closet floor and set the ensemble on the bed. She willed herself to stay in the present, focusing on the cold dampness of her hair, the rough texture of the towel around her shoulders.

She rang the excess water out of her hair and imagined the day in front of her, the sheer joy, the laughter of her children, her grandchildren. She couldn't wait to kiss all those chubby cheeks and whirl her youngest grandson through the air to see his bright eyes light up.

She quickly donned her light undergarments and grabbed a robe from behind the door. Feeling anxious, she made her way down the hall to the kitchen where she could hear someone making breakfast.

"Morning, Connor," Jodie greeted her son with a smile. "How's my little Joshua?" She took the small boy from her son’s hip and gave Connor a kiss on the cheek.

"Sleep well?" Connor asked. "I've got bacon and scrambled eggs on the table and pancakes in the works."

"You're going to spoil everyone, and then every time they come back they'll expect it," Jodi warned.

"Let me worry about that. Watch out, he's got your hair."

"Relax, you used to grab fistfuls of my hair and yank," she admonished.

"Josh takes after me. Brandy swears she's going to go bald."

Jodi tickled the brown eyed boy cooing into her face, "You really did make the most adorable babies. Not that I don't love all my grand kids equally," she tickled Josh under the chin, "but he could be a model!"

"For diapers, maybe. It's those dimples," he indulged. "They suck you right in. That's how I got away with everything when I was a kid."

"You did not!" Jodi protested, but he was right. Conner had gotten away with a lot of things, as had his sisters. They hadn't exactly run a tight ship with their kids, but all three turned out just fine.

"Heard from Mellie?" she asked. "I should get dressed and head over there before she starts panicking. I would bring this little guy to help, but he might just throw up all over her dress. Wouldn't you, Josh?" she nuzzled his nose and he laughed. "It would be funny, for about two minutes. Then she'd kill me."

“Not a peep. Brandy should be dressed soon and you can drive over together if you want. I heard Chad get up with the girls about twenty minutes ago. They’ve been running around in the back yard. Ella’s pissed. Brandy won’t let her play with them because she doesn’t want Ella to ruin her dress.”

Jodi laughed and walked Josh over to the back door where she could hear distant shrieks and giggles. “Can I take this one?” she called.

“Promise not to give him back!”

Jodi opened the back door and made her way down the dewy lawn where her granddaughters were getting covered in green stains. “Morning, Chad!” she called to her son-in-law. “Krissy! Chloe!” She waved to the girls.

“Grandma!” they shouted exuberantly and almost barreled her over with hugs. “Can we play with Josh, please? Pretty, pretty please?”

“I’m almost eight, I’m old enough to hold him,” Krissy reasoned.

“He can walk,” Jodi laughed, “just each take a hand.” The girls, happy to have found a new toy, each latched onto a chubby hand and began prancing him around the yard.

“Morning, Jodi. God, every time I play with them for more than ten minutes I feel like my back pops out,” Chad remarked, hugging his mother-in-law.

“It’s called ‘getting old.’ Get used to it,” she smirked. “Glad you got in alright after that bachelor party. Heard from Kayla this morning?”

“About an hour ago. Mellie was up and freaking out,” he hedged.

“Ah,” Jodi winced. “I guess I should head over there.”

“Hey, Jodi?” Chad called after her. “Might want to put on some real clothes first.”

She glared at him indignantly and pulled her robe closer together as she trudged up the wet grass to the house. She snatched a piece of toast from the table and decided that would have to do as she began to sprinkle a little makeup here and there in a half-hearted attempt to make herself look younger. She gave up after a few swipes of mascara and called it good, pulling on her sundress and tucking a curling iron into her bag. I’ll make Kayla do my hair, she thought gleefully.

She shrugged on a light sweater and made sure her cell phone was fully charged before she tucked into her car and set off to the hotel where Mellie and Kayla spent the night. Outside the door to the hotel room stood a cart piled high with half eaten plates of food. Jodi could hear screaming through the wood and took a deep breath before she knocked.

“Mom!” Kayla toppled onto her in a relieved hug. “I’m so glad you’re here! Mellie is going crazy!” she whispered.

“You did, too,” Jodi mocked and pulled away, smiling. “Where’s my baby girl?”

“Mom?” Mellie whimpered. She was in a hotel desk chair, knees huddled to her chest. She looked like she’d been crying, and her hair stylist stood on the bed, brandishing a hairbrush like a sword in defense.

“Oh, Mellie,” Jodi couldn’t help but laugh and set her things down so she could hug her daughter.  “You look like you’ve had a rough morning?” Mellie nodded and clenched her jaw. “Okay. Have you eaten? Showered? Shaved your legs? That one is important because Tyler will be expecting it.”

At the last one Mellie laughed and Kayla crashed back onto her bed with a sigh. “Yeah, I shaved,” she hedged.

“Alright. Everything is here because I brought it over yesterday. Today’s going to go off without a hitch. You love him, right?”

“Yeah,” Mellie smiled.

“And you want to hear him snore and rub your cold feet on him and watch movies with him and eat dinner with him for the rest of your life?”

“Yeah,” Mellie’s eyes crinkled.

“Then we have to get your hair done, babe, because if he sees you like this he might run away.”

Mellie cackled and the tension in the room lifted. Jodi felt Mellie grab her hand, “I love you, Mom. Thanks for being here.”

“Where else would I be? Plus, I need Kayla to do my hair.”

“I wasn’t sure if I should say something about that. It’s still sort of wet and crazy,” Kayla chimed in.

“Always say something,” Jodi advised. “Come plug my curling iron in. Tina, you can come down off the bed, Mellie won’t attack now.” The stylist jumped off the bed and slowly made her way to the now seemingly stable bride. Jodi pulled up a second chair and linked hands with Mellie as Kayla began to sort out the tangled, damp mess on her head and smiled at both of her girls.

The photographer popped in a short while later, taking pictures of the getting ready process while his partner was photographing the groom. In little more than an hour, Mellie was ready to go. After using the bathroom for the third time, Jodi was finally convinced Mellie could put on the big, fluffy wedding dress. It took all three of them to help Mellie step into it without ripping any of its many layers, and finally Kayla zipped up the back and let down the train. Kayla stepped back and threw an arm around Jodi’s shoulders.

“You look stunning,” Jodi smiled, trying not to cry.

“Yes, yes, gorgeous,” the photographer said, trying to find a good light. He took several photographs of the three of them, and Tina, and then followed them down the hall and into the back of Jodi’s rental car - shutter clicking all the way.

The wedding and reception were being held outdoor at a private garden, so they ushered Mellie into a conference room on the premises. The photographer wanted more pictures and Jodi began to feel underfoot.

“I’m going to make sure everything is on schedule. I’ll be back soon. Want me to deliver any messages?” she teased Mellie.

Mellie flushed. “Just tell him…Tell him I’m glad he’s human, and I’m human too.” Jodi raised an eyebrow but Mellie refused to explain. “He’ll get it.”

“O-kay, then,” she laughed and made her way through the grounds to where the chairs had been set up. There were quite a few people milling around even though the wedding was still almost 45 minutes away.

“Tyler!” she called to the pacing groom. She brought him into a motherly hug. “How are you feeling?” He was noticeably twitchy.

“Uh, fine. How’s Mellie?” he asked nervously.

“She told me to tell you she is glad you’re human and something about her being human too,” she looked at him expectantly as he grinned.

“Did she tell you what that meant?” Tyler’s brows furrowed.

“No, she said you’d know.”

“Okay, good.” He breathed and hugged Jodi fiercely. She patted him reluctantly but her ire was sparked. What the hell are all the secret messages about? She didn’t have time to puzzle over it as she caught sight of a couple arriving over Tyler’s shoulder. All the air left her lungs like she’d been sucker punched.

Angie looked gorgeous with a short, summer haircut shimmering in the morning sun. Her eyes seemed clear and piercing across the grass and she smiled widely at Brandy and Ella arguing in the front row. Phil was standing next to her, button up shirt and slacks, relaxed, friendly. Habit had her biting back tears quickly, before her eyes could redden.

Jodi hugged Tyler a little closer to her like a shield and took a quick moment to regain her mental footing before she let go. “You let me know if you need anything,” she told him, but her mind was still half on Angie. “You’re family now.”

Erica and Carmen

A distant, metallic clang sounded, rousing Erica from a most delicious dream. She woke with a stretch, the tension arching from her toes through her fingertips until she released it on a sigh. She blearily rolled onto her side, stretching a hand across the sheets in search of her girlfriend. She blinked in confusion, finding the other side of the bed empty and the sheets cold. She glanced over at the master bath, but it also appeared empty.

Erica yawned and threw back the covers, climbing out of bed and pausing to adjust her ragged nightshirt around her waist. She shortened her bathroom routine, swirling a bit of mouthwash around to tide her over until she brushed her teeth later, before padding down the hallway. She looked around the living room and then made her way toward the kitchen, pausing to lean against the doorjamb when she saw a well dressed figure standing near the sink.

“Carmen?” she asked, “What are you doing up so early?” She couldn’t help but eye how the slacks accentuated her curve of Carmen’s thighs, or how the rich double breasted blazer was perfectly tailored to her shoulders. Carmen grabbed the fresh pot of coffee and began to pour it into a travel mug over the basin of the sink.

“Look, I know we talked about – I just have to go for a few hours. It’s a really quick meeting, both parties have to sign and then I’m done and back home and we can spend the whole afternoon and evening together.”

Erica didn’t budge from her place against the doorjamb. “You haven’t had a proper day off in weeks! I thought we both put in for today - our day.  Morning delight, breakfast in bed, all day never getting dressed, remember?”

“I did, Erica, I tried. But this is a tricky case and it needs to be handled smoothly and carefully. They really want me to finalize it.” Carmen set the travel mug down on the counter and scrambled for her purse and briefcase, double checking that she had everything she needed.

“Were you even going to wake me?” Erica asked, choking on ice, but Carmen didn’t seem to notice.

“I always wake you up,” Carmen murmured distractedly, thumbing through a file.

“In the last month you have not woken me exactly six times,” Erica countered sharply, and Carmen’s head shot up, finally making eye contact.

“You count them?” Carmen asked, and her voice was softer than Erica could ever recall hearing in the past. She looked wounded, bewildered, and Erica wanted to stroke her cheek. She stood her ground and the look faded as Carmen cleared her throat. “I didn’t realize it bothered you so much. Sometimes you come home from work so late I think it better to let you sleep. I’ll wake you,” her promise hung, unspoken.

She put the file in her briefcase, picked up her coffee and walked briskly toward Erica. She planted a perfunctory good morning kiss on her mouth, mischievously adding a quick lick to Erica’s lower lip.

“I was truly looking forward to that morning delight,” Carmen’s voice was husky as she playfully nipped her teeth against Erica’s neck, then the door shut and she was gone.

Erica pulled out a chair from the dining table and slumped into it, burying her head in her hands. Over the past month she and Carmen had both been working overtime and the stress was building. Erica knew she was feeling neglected and Carmen didn’t even seem to notice. 

It was childish, but Erica had continually been picking these little fights, starting miniscule arguments to relieve the frustration building inside of her and itching to burst out. It only served to frustrate her more that the arguments never blew out of proportion.  Carmen was always able to win them, to nip them in the bud, to show a little bit of sexual dominance, make Erica weak in the knees, and then make her getaway while Erica was still panting after her. It was completely unfair.

Erica smacked her forehead on the table in self-punishment and then got up and made her way to the refrigerator. From a cardboard box that once held a twelve pack of root beer cans, Erica pulled out a weight loss shake. It was one of the few secrets she kept from Carmen, and seeing as Carmen hated root beer it was easy enough. Carmen always wanted Erica to be proud of her extra few pounds, and Erica never wanted to let Carmen down. It was a vicious cycle.

Tapping her fingers on the counter top, she began to form a plan. She had a few hours before Carmen came home, and then she’d get her way. The tension, sexual and otherwise wasn’t doing either of them any good. Carmen wouldn’t be able to win this one; she’d have to submit. They could talk after, Erica smiled to herself. She picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory.

“Hello? Yes, I’d like to make an appointment for as soon as possible. Thank you, I’ll hold.”