Dirty Little Secret
Chapter 1:
Joanne stormed out of the bedroom, hot on Maureen's heels. This was completely insane and beyond crazy.
"God Pookie, all I asked is why you work so much!" Maureen exclaimed as she spun around.
"It was how you said it and the part about how lucky I am to come home to someone like you. You're so damn conceited sometimes; I think I'll go crazy!"
"And you're such a straight-laced workaholic I think I'll go crazy!" Joanne brushed past Maureen.
"Fine, since I'm such a workaholic, I'll sleep on the couch so I don't keep you up. You can enjoy the bed while we still have it!"
"Good! I don't want to be anywhere near you tonight!" With that said, Maureen went to the master bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Joanne sank down onto the couch and buried her face in her hands. Fights with Maureen were fewer than before, but that didn't make them any less stressful. Joanne sat on the couch for a few more minutes before going back to work. As she was working, she realized that Maureen was right, sometimes she did work too much.
Maureen dug around the medicine cabinet in search for some aspirin; she felt a horrible headache coming on. Maureen poured four or five pills into the palm of her hand and popped them in her mouth. After downing some water, she got undressed and climbed into the shower. The scalding hot water pounded down on her body as she bathed. Once she was done, Maureen wrapped a towel around her chest and began to dig around her dresser for something to wear to bed. A buzz came over Maureen. It was like she was on top of the world and nothing could ever bring her down. Maureen climbed into bed and turned off the light. She fell asleep to a wonderful feeling of euphoria.
When Maureen woke up the next morning, the amazing feeling she had fallen asleep to was gone. Groaning, Maureen looked at the clock on top of the TV on the dresser. It was close to noon. Maureen rolled out of bed and trudged across the bedroom to the bathroom. She popped four pills in her mouth and swallowed them. She needed that feeling that she had experienced last night to help her get through a day with Joanne.
Joanne looked up from her crossword puzzle when Maureen finally stumbled out of their bedroom and flopped down in the chair across from her.
"I thought you had to go down to the office today for a few hours," Maureen commented when she saw that Joanne was still in her pajamas.
"I took the day off," Joanne replied simply as she stood up and sat on the table across from Maureen. "I figured that we could spend some time together." A sly smile crept across Maureen's face. "Any ideas as to what we can do?" Maureen stood up and pushed Joanne back.
"I can think of a few," she growled as she slid her hands up Joanne's shirt. Joanne moaned with pleasure as Maureen's hand continued to roam her body.
Some time later, Joanne and Maureen were still on the table together. Their clothes were strewn all across the floor. The phone rang.
"Let it ring," Maureen grumbled.
"What if it's important?" Maureen hovered over Joanne. Her long, wavy hair tumbled down past her shoulders.
"That's why some smart guy created an answering machine. Come on, Pookie, please?" Maureen began to suck on Joanne's neck. Joanne wiggled out from under her and stood up.
"Sorry, Honeybear, but I have to run to the store to get some food for dinner." Maureen began to pout.
"Come on, Pookie. We have food." Joanne began to pick up the mess they had made amidst their fun. She leaned over and pecked Maureen sweetly on the lips.
"I love you, Maureen."
"I love you too." Joanne grabbed Maureen's ass and went to go get dressed.
A few minutes after Joanne left for the store, Maureen slid off the table and went to go get dressed herself. When she went into the bathroom to grab her brush, she found the bottle of aspirin right where she had left it on the counter. Part of her wanted to grab it and take some more pills.
"No!" Maureen exclaimed to the empty apartment before grabbing her hairbrush and rushing out of the bathroom. She refused to get caught up in something she couldn't handle.