DARED THE TRUTH le partie deux
The drive
I'm driving to Catherine's place. We just got out of work and the sun is slowly making its way up. I can feel it's warmth on my skin. Actually I'm not sure if it's the sun or if it was Catherine's kiss or if it was her steamy dance in the break room awhile ago. Whatever it is, I like the feeling. I'm so excited. I cannot contain myself. Here I am following her Denali, and I cant help grinning. Have you seen anyone at a stop light grinning like fool? Either I try to control my breathing or just hyperventilate her in my Tahoe and fog up the windows. Three more turns and were there. Is Catherine driving slow? No, she's within the speed limit. I guess its my head that's spinning fast. I'm in a hurry to get to her.
Last night at work was…different. Exciting. Sexual. Back and forth flirtations between me and Catherine.
I'm grateful for a boring night which turned out pretty interesting. I'm glad for our 'little' game. Truth- or- dare gives new meaning to me. Maybe when I get to Catherine's she can dare me to do something to her. Damn, my hands are sweating! I'm itching to touch her, have my hands wrap around her, feel her warm skin again. Yup, that's it. Its Catherine that's making me warm and fuzzy.
Catherine dancing last night, damn, she's so, so sexy. If I was watching her in a strip club, I'd run to the nearest ATM machine and empty my savings, plus write her checks and maybe toss in my American Express card just to have her to myself. I've never been this crazy for a woman before. But Catherine…ohh, Catherine. Its so hard to express what she does to me. She pushes my buttons but yet she can control and tame me. When were arguing, I can see the fire in her deep blue eyes. Burning, burning, burning at me. Maybe for me? I watch how she breathes when she's angry. Deep and rhythmic. Her chest rising in and out. I sure want to see her breathe without clothes. Makes me wonder how she breathes when she's making love, maybe I'll get to find out.
I usually go into the locker room thirty seconds after she comes in at the end of our shifts. That time she already has opened her locker. Its very sexy seeing her lift her leg up the bench and unlace her boots slowly. Takes them off and put on her black three inch stilletto pumps. I see her black lacy thongs as she bends, sometimes I don't see any marks of an underwear. It's a turn on, knowing nothing is between she and her jeans. And it becomes a beautiful morning for me if she changes her top. I like trying to guess what color bra she wears, black is my favorite. Although the red see though one was way oh, so hot. She would've called 911 because I was burning inside. Maybe I will spill something on her so she can take off her jeans next time. Happy thoughts!
Two more turns. Dumb four way stop. I'm in such a hurry and everything is going in slow motion! Why do they have to have a speed limit of thirty in residential areas? The gods are against me this morning! "Focus, breathe, Sara," I say to myself. I'm remembering me kissing her. Soft lips. I thought she'll push me away. But no, I'm grateful when she pulled me closer. I knew it. For the past few weeks, there was something going on between us. I couldn't put my finger to it. The way we stare at eachother, how I catch her sometimes checking me. Yeah, Something was up. I know that I have been attracted to her for awhile but have hid it. Its hard to tell someone your attracted to them when every week she dates these different men. They were men. Lousy ones too. They will never know what they're missing. In a way I'm glad because it gives me a window of hope. Plus, she's nice to me when she's not with someone. Dating losers puts her in a crappy mood.
Okay, next turn is her street. Drive slow, remember the speed limit. Breathe! Why am I now so, so nervous? I wanted this for so long. And here I am hearing my heart beat so loud that it's deafening. Maybe I'll turn the music up a bit. Too late, I'm here at her home now. I have to park next to her Denali on the driveway. Wow. The Denali and Tahoe side by side. Looks cute. Maybe they'll have a baby Envoy . What the heck am I thinking now?
I don't know if I'm walking or gliding to her door. I can't feel my legs move. Well, do I use the door bell or knock? Darn it! I'm so freaky nervous! I've been with women before and usually I'm in control. But this morning I'm a wreck. Wo! I forgot, does my hair look okay? How about my breath? Damn, I got tic tacs in the truck. Where are my freaking keys? Oww! That hurts! I bump my head on the steering wheel while bending over looking for the tic tacs. Okay, how many do I pop in my mouth? I'll pop in a couple. Okay, I'll knock. Hey, what if she wants to kiss me when I get in and I have a mouth full of tic tacs? Chew and swallow hard, Sara. There. Man! That stings! My tongue and throat are on fire. Damn, the things she does to me!
"Hey, Sara. What too you so long? Oh…is something wrong?" Catherine opens the door for me and here I am standing in front of her my mouth open and my tongue out, like a puppy dog panting. And all I could think of is "IDIOT, SARA"