"Are we sure Karen, isn't coming back?" Jen asked while wringing her hands together. Both women stood in front of the jacuzzi in hotel issued white terrycloth robes, watching as hot water slowly filled the large tub.
Judy looked from the water to Jen's furrowed brow and back again. "We'll lock the door. That "Battlestar Galactica" game probably takes hours and half-price appetizers don't even start until nine. And then sex..." Judy added as an afterthought, unsure how to measure that for time.
Jen took a breath and nodded slowly like she was trying to convince herself that this was the right decision. Judy lowered her voice to a gentle whisper, "this is supposed to be fun, if you're feeling weird or scared, there's no need to get naked with me."
The memory of cold showers and vacant stares, with Jen's arms crossed over her chest after the accident were all too recent and Judy did not wish for a repeat. She'd expressed that much and the shower requests had stopped, but the jacuzzi had a intimate feel and there was a definite "step forward" vibe.
Not to mention, they'd just "come out" to Karen. (The finer points of their ever-increasing intimate relationship yet to be defined.) Also recent, was the feel-up-nipple-tweaking early morning car ride, and that memory was fresh for Judy. In mind and body.
While Judy was lost in her thoughts, Jen unknotted her robe, let it drop to the tile floor, and launched into the tub, reaching out for Judy to follow her lead. A decision had been made. Judy like-y decisive Jen.
"Okay, so can we make a rule?"
"Yeah, sure," Judy slowly undid her robe, she didn't feel any sort of self-consciousness with Jen. She realized she wanted her to look at her body, all 41-years of her glory. "What are you thinking?"
"Uh, just I'm allowed to stare at your chest, but please don't stare at mine? Cause of the—." Jen kinda motioned to the general area of her chest and sunk under the water.
"—Right, fair." Judy scrunched her chin, seeing no problem with that request if it made her like literal soulmate comfortable, and slid into the bath opposite Jen. She turned the jets on and the jacuzzi whirred, pushing streams of massaging water through the jets.
"Oh this is nice."
"Feels good on the feet."
Judy had never felt more like an old married couple with Jen than that moment: sitting in a hotel whirlpool, talking about their old lady aches and pains. She loved it, but all she could think about was pushing over to Jen and straddling her lap. It felt inappropriate though, unless she was invited. Judy wasn't a dog in heat. She sucked in a shuddered breath, and wondered how fast she'd orgasm if she spread her legs in the path of one of those massaging jet streams.
Her bet was on instantly.
Recently, Judy had been bored at the assisted living facility and picked up a magazine. She read an article about what it really takes for a relationship to thrive over time versus what society teaches us. A relationship isn't all romantic date nights, starting a family with 2.5 kids and elaborate professions of love.
A real relationship that grows over time is based on owning what triggers us, healing from past wounds and trauma and open, honest conversation even when it's hard. With Jen, Judy thought everything had gone in reverse, but maybe they had gotten right (minus the murder) after all.
"What are you thinking about?" Jen asked, shaking Judy from her thoughts. "Your head looks heavy."
In typical Judy fashion, she put on a smile, "nothing. How funny are these Jesus dancers, yo?'
"Shut up, come here," Jen reached out for her and that was all it took for Judy to practically swim across the bath tub. She turned around to situate herself flush against Jen, snuggling between her legs and emulating their earlier car ride pose, albeit this was (slightly) wetter and much more private and cozy.
"You can play with my boobs if you want," Judy offered hopefully.
Jen's chuckle echoed off the walls of the bathroom, and much to Judy's increasing delight, Jen's wet, slippery hands snaked around her sides, enveloped her waist and then cradled the undersides of her breasts as they bobbed in the streaming water.
"Nice," Judy smiled and sunk further into Jen, letting herself relax. "So on a scale of 'one to Ellen' how gay are you feeling, Jen?"
"Do I have to give it a number? I'd say like Sarah Paulson for Cate Blanchett," Jen cupped Judy's boobs, and nuzzled her face against her neck.
"That's pretty fucking gay...are you thinking those Ocean's 8 interviews I made you watch? Cause that was... mmm." She trailed off lost in the sensations of warmth, wet and touch.
"I've been dying to do this all day...honestly, a lot longer, actually," Jen admitted. Judy stroked Jen's thighs in attempt to anchor herself, as she felt her back arch into Jen's hands. She swallowed a gasp at the admission. Not only did the intimacy feel amazing, Jen made her feel desired. She had a way of being lasered focused on the task at hand, and in this way it made Judy shudder with need.
Judy closed her eyes as Jen considered her rhythmic ministrations over her skin, every nerve-ending blazing. "You know, I am on a mission—I promised I wouldn't have an orgasm until you did," she said, and realized it sounded embarrassing to say out loud, especially in this circumstance.
Jen tutted. "That's absurd."
"I know, I know, but you never said how long—and, uh... I worry, and I wasn't going to masturbate in bed next to you, I just need to do something though, cause—."
And then Jen cupped Judy's pussy under the water and whispered against the shell of her ear, "let's do something about that, okay?"
Judy grasped at Jen's thighs, "Okay...but I'm gonna go off like a fucking 4th of July fail, and you might seriously lose a finger...cause I am on the edge—."
Jen shushed her by swiftly parting her labia and running a single finger slowly, firmly from her entrance to her clit. Judy whimpered and the ability to string together syllables into words became impaired, but Jen didn't need directions. She knew how to work circles around Judy's clit with her fingers, matching the pace as Judy involuntarily bucked her hips just so. Jonesing for more; chasing the high.
Thankfully, Jen knew Judy wasn't in the mood for teasing and needed release. She turned her head and sought out giving lips and tongue in a hot, sweet kiss which Jen willingly indulged.
Thinking back, which she did often, all she really remembered was the perfection of the pressure, the heat, the water, the strength of one arm braced around middle holding her tight, and the orgasmic lights sparkling as she came hard against Jen's other hand. And then sweet kisses bringing her back to bask in the afterglow.
Even as she enjoyed herself, Judy felt that ever present twinge of co-dependy guilt. She should have taken care of Jen first. She should have checked in more, made sure Jen was good and horny too, she didn't want to be an "advantage taker." Judy figured she'd just have to spend the rest of the night displacing that guilt in whatever form that took shape. Whatever Jen needed. Though, Judy planned to offer to eat her pussy like it was a box of Entenmann's chocolate chip cookies.
"Whew, that was really fucking hot," Jen said after a bit of time had passed. Judy took a deep breath and shook herself back to her senses.
"Mmm - so say we all."