Jennie
Move of a hip.
SQUEAK.
Thrust of a thigh.
SQUEAK.
"I can't concentrate like this." I collapse onto Lisa's chest, a fit of giggles and moans mixing together in my delirious state.
"I can get you to concentrate …" Lisa inches her hips up, her cock hitting the exact spot inside of me that makes stars appear in front of my retinas.
"Everyone in this hallway can hear us!" I whisper shout, giggling again but my orgasm is so close to the brink that I feel like I'm going insane.
We've been making love on and off throughout the night, the first time being as soon as we stepped inside this room at the bed and breakfast so that Lisa could work off the steam she collected in her ears at her father's house. From there we would wake up every two to three hours, unable to stop our fingers from trailing over each other's skin.
And now the sun was coming through the curtains, and we could hear the rustle of people as they awoke inside the Victorian house. The king bed in our room may as well have been made from rusty brake pads it was so noisy, and the closer we got to coming, the worse the sounds got. I think everyone in this hotel knew what position—me on top—we were in and how deep Lisa was inside of me.
"So let them, nosy fuckers." She moves, one hand clasped on the back of my neck so that she can raise my head up to meet her blazing green eyes.
Oh, good God. I can't possibly worry about anything else but the orgasm wracking my system when she looks like that.
We come in a flurry of shouts, squeaks and the headboard hitting the wall.
"I think we might have broken the bed." She chuckles, her hands smoothing over every inch of my skin as if she's trying to catalogue it.
"Hey, we had to make use of it if we were paying for an extra night, I think we really got our money's worth." I blew a few stray strands of hair out of my face and propped my chin on her chest.
"Do you think it's time for this world class brunch I've been reading about?"
Lisa had picked this resort for its close proximity to a few Seneca Lake wineries she wanted to check out for distribution deals, and because the breakfast was raved about on TripAdvisor. I guess it really was true that the way to a someone's heart was through their stomach. It sat on an estate that was only visible once you crested the long winding road up. An old Victorian house with charm and modern fixtures, the whole resort sat on these beautiful gardens that looked straight out of an English palace, backing right up to the edge of Seneca Lake. It was completely romantic and rustic … and I think we were both beginning to fall under its spell.
"Can we even show our faces at brunch?" A blush spreads over my cheeks.
"Get up. I'm taking you for some eggs Benedict, baby." She slaps my butt, the sound probably resonating in the hall through these paper thin walls.
Thirty minutes later and we're showered, in our winery best, scarfing down the most delicious spread of eggs, waffles, muffins and sizzling bacon I've ever laid eyes on.
Sure, there are some weird looks thrown our way from other guests, but Lisa flashes them that dimple and waves, and I'm in a fit of giggles again.
After we finish, our stomachs full, it's time to get drunk. Well … at least for me it is. Lisa keeps calling this a business trip, but I'm just here to taste a lot of wine while I have a hall pass from being a parent. With an expert sommelier, who also happened to be very sexy and nice to look at, this was the ultimate pleasure trip.
A shuttle from the BB took us to our first winery, a small family owned place that was shaped like a barn and had a black Labrador laying on the front steps. Lisa spent most of this visit speaking with the owner, trading business tips and then we sampled a couple of their wines. They had a strawberry-based wine that was to die for, and I raved about it until Lisa promised she'd make a strawberry flavored ice cream.
A little tipsy, and pulling up to our next stop on the tour, I rest my head on Lisa's shoulder. My nose is tingling, which is how I know I'm on my way to drinking too much. But the sun is out, we're 'working' for her business, and I'm happier than I've been in years.
Walking up to one of the counters in the next winery, a big operation type of place with beautiful rooms and windows for walls that show visitors the entire property, Lisa chats with the employee, who sets two glasses on the counter.
"Okay, let's challenge your palette a little." The employee, a larger, Hispanic looking guy, smirks at Lisa.
He clearly wants to stump her. He pours us each three glasses of white and three glasses of red … of which I get started on immediately. I have no manners or etiquette when it comes to all the swishing, sniffing and spitting. I gulp 'em down, loving every delicious taste.
Lisa takes about twenty minutes to get through all of her glasses, and then looks up at the guy. She may not be smiling, but I know that cocky gleam in her eye.
"From left to right … merlot, dry cabernet, and you tried to trick me with this one, but the last red is a shiraz. As far as the whites, you should have tried harder … chardonnay blend, dry Riesling, and a Gewürztraminer."
The employee tips a fake hat in Lisa's direction and I look up at her dreamily, the wine infusing my blood.
"Let's take a walk, Tipsy." Lisa's big hand settles on the curve of my back and she walks me to the entrance.
We find our way to the vineyard, walking among the tall leaves curving up towards the sky. My hand rests in hers, the peace of this afternoon mixing with the wine running through my veins.
"Do you regret leaving last night?" I ask because I do feel kind of bad that we left her family sitting at the dinner table.
I can just imagine Denise's face … I would pay money to see that.
"Honestly? No. Is it bad to say that I haven't even thought of it until now? I'm not even sure why I agreed to go to the opening in the first place. Some disingenuous, delusional sense of loyalty I guess."
I nodded, seeing her point. "I've always dreamed of having a big family, but … and I don't mean this in a malicious way, last night kind of sucked. For people who have so much, the atmosphere in the room portrayed anything but."
Lisa takes my hand and walks me through the rows, picking up a grape leaf here or there and examining it. "I don't take offense, the way my family behaves ninety percent of the time is atrocious."
We're silent for a minute, walking along the rows, tall stalks of wine grapes hiding us. The sunlight streams through every so often, but out here, it could be just us two and the world melts away.
"Sometimes you just have to settle with the fact that not everyone is going to want the best for you, even if that is your family. It's been a long time coming, but I think something clicked last night. How am I supposed to believe in myself, in my choices in life, if I'm always looking backward for approval? I don't need it, and I think that piece of the puzzle revealed itself to me at that dinner table. We choose who we let in, and how they affect us."
Her words were off the cuff, but so wise. I'd thought for so long that I needed to make things work with DK because that was what society or fate or whatever had taught me … when really, my daughter and I were in a much healthier place without him.
"I love you."
The words come out of my mouth before I mean for them to, but once they're out there, I don't feel any of that rush to take them back. No embarrassment of saying them to a woman first, or panic because I didn't really mean them.
It had taken me years before to get comfortable with saying those three little words. But as I'd said from the first time I was reintroduced to Lisa … there was something between us. Something that wasn't complicated or hard-to-get, and from there we'd just progressed. I never had to guess what she was thinking, or second guess myself to wonder if we were on the same page. There was honesty and maturity here, and out of that, I'd grown to love her quickly. Watching her with my daughter, how she treated my own feelings with such care … it was no wonder I'd fallen head over heels in just a short amount of time.
Lisa has stopped walking, and just stares at me, a little smirk on her face that makes that dimple pop.
"How smart am I that I got the girl I crushed on hard in college to fall in love with me?" Her hands move to my hips, the heat of them shooting straight through my thin cotton sundress and sending goose bumps over my skin.
"How do you know I'm not just drunk?" I make a study out of her green eyes.
"Because I know you. And I love you, too."
The shock I expected to come from saying the words myself, comes when Lisa says them. She utters them so matter-of-factly, as if they've been between us forever. The expression on her face is warm, her cheeks relaxed into a smile, her eyes adoringly capturing me.
"You do?" While my mind is clear, my tongue is tipsy with wine.
She nods. "You should know I've never said those words to anyone else. Which I guess makes me a virgin. But in any case, I do love you. And I love Lily. I know it hasn't been that long, but there is that corny saying about knowing when you know. And I just know."
It was simple and uncomplicated … a refreshing change from the past. While there were still kinks to work out, hell life always had kinks, my heart dared to soar.
"Well now that we got that out of the way," I winked at her, "let's go have some real fun. More wine!"
"Don't I get a kiss? Or maybe I can cop a feel? I've always had this fantasy about being alone in a vineyard …"
Lisa's hand trailed down to cup my ass, and I squealed, but the noise was swallowed by expert lips capturing my own. Now this was the fun part I was talking about.
Hundreds of people flooded the lawn, blankets spread and chairs propped, snacks waiting to be demolished. Kids ran screaming, playing with new friends they'd just met or skipping as their parents took photos.
And for once, I was a part of one of these couples. I had someone on my blanket to laugh at Lily with, who took pictures and texted them to me so I could post them on Facebook. Who wrapped her arms around me when the breeze came in, as they rolled the projector screen down and everyone clapped for the impending start of the movie.
"This was a great idea, babe." I turned my head back, tilting to see her as we sat, my back to her chest.
"What can I say? I'm a regular at this ole date planning thing." She shrugs, looking like the picture of innocence.
"Except for that first time, huh?"
"Never going to let me live that one down, are you?"
"Never." I nuzzle into her, waiting for the kiss that gets planted on my cheek.
"I love you, babe," Lisa whispers in my ear, her voice tickling my skin.
Ever since our trip to New York, and our confessions among the vines, she's been saying it more and more. The first time she did, she reminded me that she wanted to say it while I wasn't laced with drink, and then called me a booze hound. I'd never heard anything so romantic.
"Me cuddle too!" Lily jumps on us, her foot digging into my ribs as she climbs my body to get to Lisa.
"Who let the gorilla into the movies?" Lisa lifts her off me, moving us out of our snuggling position, and cradles her. "Oo, oo, ah, ah, ah!"
Lily pretends to speak in a monkey language back to Lisa as Lisa tickles her.
"Mommy, I hope we watching Cinderella." Her dark curls are everywhere as she looks at me upside down from her place in Lisa's arms.
"Oh, sweet pea, it's actually called Inside Out … but don't worry, I think you'll like it."
"Inside Out! Inside Out!" She claps her hands, chanting for the movie to start.
Luckily, we're outside and every other person around us has screaming toddlers too, or I'd be embarrassed. Except for this younger group of kids … well teenagers I should say, that are seated a little behind us. They're all acting way too cool to be here, yet it's probably the only safe place for freedom without parents that their mothers and fathers would allow them to go on a Saturday night.
"Remember when you were that cool?" I jerk my thumb to their group.
Lisa settles Lily in her lap, and Lily happily rests against her. I think my heart literally turns to mush in that moment.
"Oh, hell yeah, I was the leader of the pack at that age. Wore the backwards hat, flirted with the girls after the bell rang, fist bumped all my dudes when we snuck a six-pack of Bud Heavy below the bleachers."
"And so humble too, I bet that's why they all liked you." I rolled my eyes at her.
"Come on, you would have had such a crush on me in high school." She leaned over, her dimple seducing me, as she lightly kissed me.
"Yuck!" Lily broke us up by shoving her hands in my mouth.
Pretending to eat them, I gobbled at her fingers until she laughed.
The screen lit up, and a little cartoon about the concession stand began to play. And then Joy, or my girl Amy Poehler, came onto the screen, introducing the emotions to the park full of silent movie goers, the summer darkness swallowing us.
"She's falling asleep already." Lisa held my hand while Lily grabbed onto her other fingers.
I chewed on a Twizzler and looked over, my ovaries practically batting their eyelashes as my daughter turned my girlfriend into a big teddy bear.
A really freaking handsome, stud of a teddy bear. The nineteen forties movie star good looks, the swooping golden brown hair, the arms that I wanted to grope every time I saw them. Those green eyes that always held a hint of mischief, not to mention what lay underneath the powder blue T-shirt and jeans she had on tonight. Damn … I could stare at Lisa all day.
"Good, maybe we'll get an entire movie to ourselves … albeit a kid's one," I whisper back, leaning my head on her shoulder.
Half of the movie goes by, some groups getting up to leave with cranky children or just because the temperature was dropping. We stayed, enjoying the peace and quiet as Lily slept softly in Lisa's lap.
"Mmmmm …" A sound comes from behind us, a moan.
I ignore it, choosing to focus on the hot headed emotion in the movie. I related to her at times, wanting to curse people out and being silenced by another emotion that was too powerful and telling anger to be quiet.
"Oh my God …" Another sound, and I'm turning my head.
And I have to stifle a surprised gasp when I look over. The group of teens is paired off, about four couples in all, each snuggling under a blanket.
Except … they're not watching the movie at all.
"Babe …" I hiss at Lisa, pointing back so she looks subtly behind us.
She can't stop the howl of laughter, and someone around us shushes her. "Well, at least someone is getting their rocks off at this movie."
The blankets are moving, most of the kids making out while things are going on, down there.
"Should we stop them? They're just doing this completely out in public. There are kids here!" I'm half-appalled, half-impressed. They have some balls, pun intended, to slide into third base right here in the middle of this family friendly movie night.
"Honey, let them be kids. Honestly, it's probably not even that good. They're getting below average hand jobs … let them live their glory days. Our girl is asleep, and we are having an uninterrupted date night. Pick your battles."
She was kind of right, and the fact that she'd just called Lily "our girl" was distracting me from the amateur sexual acts going on behind us.
"Do you think they even know where a clit is?" I giggle, settling back into her.
"Couldn't find it with a road map and a compass … not that they'd know how to use those either. They'd need Google Maps for the genitally challenged."
I burst out a laugh and someone shushes us again. "Why don't you let me give you a below average hand job when we get home?"
"Baby, I'll let you pop my cherry any night of the week."