Unwanted Company
"Pookie!" Maureen squealed with a giggle as she ran around the kitchen table, trying to avoid Joanne. "I'm sorry I put that ice cube down the back of your shirt, but it was the only way I could pull you away from the computer."
"And now you will pay for the consequences." Joanne said with a devious smirk, as she ran for Maureen, but the diva ran in the opposite direction, and they ended up going in a circle around the kitchen table.
"Please pookie." Maureen said with a pout trying to catch her breath. "Let's just call it truths, I'm getting tired."
Joanne suddenly dropped her guard, and nodded. "Okay, game over."
Maureen eyed her suspiciously. "Ya…?"
"Yes." Joanne said with a smile. "Let's go watch TV or something."
"Okay…" Maureen said cautiously, not sure if she should believe her girlfriend or not.
Slowly Maureen walked out from behind the table, her focus still on Joanne, still not really trusting the lawyer.
"I'm not going to do anything." Joanne said sincerely, but failed to hide the twinkle in her eyes, which didn't go unnoticed by Maureen.
"Yah right, I don't trust you!" Maureen laughed and bolted for the bedroom door, so she could hide behind it, but before she reached it, Joanne grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, and pinned her against the wall. "Pookie!" Maureen shrieked in surprise, the side of her face pressed against the wall. "What are you going to do?"
Joanne didn't answer, and instead raised Maureen's hands above her head, placing her palms firmly against the wall. She gently dragged her fingertips down Maureen's arms, back and around to her stomach.
"Mmm, I think I'm going to like this punishment." Maureen moaned.
Joanne simply smirked and slowly slipped her hands up Maureen's shirt, tracing circles on her firm stomach, working the diva up, until she changed her tender touches, into ones of tickling.
"Joanne!" Maureen yelped, her hands quickly coming down to try and stop the lawyer from carrying on. "Stop!"
"Nope!" Joanne said, and continued to torture the drama queen.
"I hate being tickled." Maureen tried to firmly state, but she couldn't help but smile at how much fun she was having with Joanne, and at how much she was getting tickled.
"I know." Joanne laughed, and tickled her some more, before bringing her into a sudden kiss.
They both pulled away to grab a lungful of air, and then were quickly back together, in an even more heated filled make out sessions, both of them steering towards the bedroom. Maureen tugged at Joanne's clothes, but before anyone of them could start undressing there was a knock on the door.
"Let's pretend we're not home." Maureen whispered, and brought Joanne into another kiss.
Joanne was actually going to blow off the person at the door, and take Maureen to bed, but the pounding continued, and the person behind the door called out to her.
"Joanne! I know you're home, open up, it's your mother!"
"Ew!" Maureen pulled away. "Not the image I want in my head while I'm making out with you."
"We'll finish where we left off later." Joanne said and pecked Maureen on the lips and began to walk away.
"Joanne." Maureen said with annoyance. "What happened to ignoring the door?"
"It's my mother, I can't ignore her." Joanne said and headed for the door, knowing there was probably a huge pout on the diva's lips.
Joanne pulled open the door, her face scrunching up in confusion at the sight of her crying mother, who had two suitcases on either side of her.
"Mom?" Joanne asked. "What's wrong?"
"Your father." She sobbed, and then quickly wrapped her arms around Joanne's shoulders. "Oh it's awful!"
Joanne wrapped her arms around her mother. "Is he okay?" She asked with worry.
"He's fine." Her mother sobbed.
"Okay…" Joanne said. "Why don't you come in and tell me what happened."
"Okay." Her mother sniffled and walked in the apartment. "Can you grab my bags for mommy sweetie?"
Joanne nodded and turned around rolling her eyes. She picked up the suitcases and brought them in, then escorted her mother to the kitchen table.
"Someone going on vacation?" Maureen asked when she took in the luggage Joanne was carrying. She then noticed Joanne's mom was sitting at the table crying. "Hi Mrs. Jefferson."
Maureen received a glare, so she turned to Joanne. "Okay…so I'm going to go watch TV in our room…have fun."
Joanne sighed and watched as Maureen closed the door. Joanne's parents accepted she was a lesbian, her father accepted that Maureen was her girlfriend, but her mother still had a small problem with Maureen for some reason. She however pushed that out of her mind and took a seat next to her mom, placing a hand over hers.
"Okay, so tell me what's wrong?" Joanne softly asked.
Mrs. Jefferson wiped away her tears and sniffled one more time, before answering. "Your father and I got into a fight over money, work, and other stupid stuff. He made me cry, so I told him I couldn't bare to look at him anymore, and said I was going to come live with you for a couple of days until we both cooled off."
Joanne's heart skipped a beat, and not in the good way. "I'm sorry I'm not sure I heard you correctly. Live with me and Maureen?"
Mrs. Jefferson nodded. "Well yeah. My suit cases aren't exactly empty. Just for a couple of days."
"Mom…you-"
"You were the only one I could turn to." Mrs. Jefferson said, cutting off Joanne before she could turn her down. "You have this nice apartment. So I thought you and Marry wouldn't mind."
"Maureen." Joanne corrected. "I've been dating her for two years it's Maureen."
"Maureen." Mrs. Jefferson said wanting to make Joanne happy. "Please, I won't be a bother; it will be like I'm not even here."
Joanne sighed, Maureen was definitely going to be pissed at her, but she couldn't turn down her mother, the one who loved and raised her as a child, and who not to mention helped pay off most of her schooling. "Okay…okay you can live here."
TBC...
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