Another beer. Another furtive glance towards Rita's cleveage. Another sigh. Another. Another dreamy look on Sam. "Damn, again our glances meet. This young lady looks quite lovely wearing that neat garment."
She had never seen her polishingly dressed; her red and smooth dress waved througout her whole body, barely reaching two palms up her knees. Her whitish shoulders contrasted with her pink pearl necklace. Her hair was furled in a stylized bun, her bangs were no longer disarrayed over her sholder, forming a tiny pompadour and giving some bulk to her sideburns, which reached her neck.
Every smile that Sam made was pronounced, subtly sophisticated. Looking at Rita, her manners were crude to say the least; the beers didn't only hindered her motor skills, but also her way to talk was a bit...
—Fuck, Sam! What a jolly good story! Luna! Luna! I can't believe that you would do all that just to know if you two could be together...! It's just you can't...! Hahahahahahaha!
Scandalously as she was laughing, the woman not only made the teenagers uncomfortable, but her lax and improper posture got more and more embarrasing. Her legs were wide open, risking her panties being revealed and her head was laying on her arms, these in turn laying over the table.
—Yes, it was a cute afternoon. In spite of all the problems, I had a good time. Luna, I must say that it was a fun sortie. You look so nice now.
—Tha... thank you Sam. You... you also look...
It was hard to keep her gaze on Sam's face, who seemed to notice those distractions, yet not their reasons. She could imagine those mature breasts reeking of beer and cologne, barely outlining the liquid's dregs that scurried when the woman drank it. Despite her best efforts, Luna could only think on that murky desire of placing her face between her mother's chest and staying there until socialism's arrival...
—...you look... lovely...
—Hurray! Finally... you dold ger...! Hic! What an achievment, my daughder...! Cheers for that!
—Aw, thanks mom... Hey!
On an effusive gesture from her parent, Luna saw herself being dragged towards her arms. Uncomfortable for various reasons, she tried to turn apart from Rita reaching out her arms towards her mother's torso. Her hands ended up coping a feel -accidentally- the woman's breasts, verifying that only the dress fabric cover them. She stopped her attempts after noticing that detail.
Sam didn't seem neither uncomfortable nor disgrutled by the scene developed before her eyes; on the contrary. The smile that she directed towards the mother was followed by a brief laugh. Then, she decided to help her mate, who, by reaching her free arm blindly, ended coping a feel on the girl's breast.
She also lacked of a bra, which triggered an unconscious snowball that only would squash her when she would be sharing a room with her crush and her own mother, hours later.
When Luna managed to separate from Rita, she almost fell from her chair, landing over Sam before ever touching the floor. Their faces were barely inches away to be joined by a kiss, but the musician's nervousness and the aparent lack of knowledge that her partner had about the feelings she harbored towards her made that connection impossible.
Rita could only watch that scene unfolding satisfactory. But the annoyance and her eventually sot expression of it began to undermine her grin, which began to slowly rectify. Having asked for another round for her and the girls to the waitress, she gesticulated to Luna in order to whisper into her ear:
—I'm going to the washroom. Meet me in five minutes, honey.
Luna had the impression that Rita would playfully nibble her earlobe after "honey". The woman could barely stand up from her chair and reeled a bit before she could regain her composture.
—What did your mom told you, Luna?
—That... when the waitress brings us the beers... we must book a room... I don't think that we could go back as we are to our houses...
—True, true. Did you see how she staggered?
—Yes... Speaking of the devil, how is that we ended up together here...? I mean, it isn't like I didn't want to see you here... It's just... ehm...
—Well, Nicky Uriah had invited me on a date here... He wished to date me since a very long time and today coincided with a lack of things to do for me, so I agreed... Long story short, things went wrong... He asked for a pretty expensive wine and shrimp ceviche, which was rotten. I saved myself when I saw him running towards the restroom and took a whiff, although I wish haven't do so...
Luna's smile turned sour when hearing yet another "Samscapade" with another person who wasn't herself. To untie her esophagus, she armed herself with determination to ask:
—Ah, I see. Ehm... Sam...
—Yes, Luna?
The rocker felt a stroke over her hand before looking at her companion, who awaited expectant; her eyes shone on the lamps and candles light, turning them onto Luna's.
—...ehm... what do you think about Nicky? Do you... you like him...?
—Ha! No...!
Having denying it, Sam glanced aside. That interrupted laughter burst on the begining appeared to have destabilized and affected to the smiley Sam, who looked quite miserable on those moments.
—Quite insistent?
Sam nodded.
—Today I was going to tell him off; no more dates. I could tell him, but I think that I was pretty lucky that his dignity went down the drain with his brand new pants; I trust on his shame that he won't speak to me ever again...
—Have always been like this, these experiencies?
—Until now, I haven't had this much luck as to tell off a pretender... If you just knew the things I have to endure getting those idiots expectations down... but I digress...
Her glance languished towards the candle for a moment before turning her eyes towards Luna, with a smile much more confident:
—I'm having such a good time with you...
—Wait, what?
Before Sam could lucubrate an answer, Luna's phone vibrated. It was Rita, who goaded her daughter to meet her on the bathroom. The urgency of that requisition forced Luna an excuse and not listening her companion's eventual clarification would make about her last phrase she said before.
Just as she opened the door, Luna saw her mother resting her hips on a sink, looking at her fingernails with a cold disdain and apparently not repairing on one of her dress straps.
—Quick, close the door. Come here.
After having given a couple of steps towards the sinks, Rita approached her laying her hands on the rocker's shoulders. The discomfort return with all of it's intensity; her cheeks blushed, her eyes barely could direct their glances towards her mother's face and her hands were stuck to her hips.
The following words were fetid and directly guided towards the rocker's face:
—Tell me, hun... Have you ever given your first kiss or should I teach that too?
The pleasantly, repeatedly licked lips of Rita puzzled Luna, who couldn't decide if she was flattered with the gesture or intimidated by her voice tone eith which she asked that question. She could feel how her bowtie was untied and the drunk fingers resting as gently as possible over her blouse's buttons...
—It's... I saw you chatting with Sam a while ago and I was under the impression that... well... she wanted to kiss you.
—I, ehm... believe that you are rushing things quite a lot, Rita...
—Really? And tell me, Luna. Imagine that I'm Sam and we are on this very same context... What would you do? Would you let me go?
—Have I been on this very same context with Sam, Rita?
—When you almost fell from your chair after detaching from me.
—I was only holding on from not falling down. That I winded up so close to her doesn't mean...
Index finger over Luna's thin lips.
—Sh, sh, sh. Dear, I know that I shouldn't give you this kind of lessons... Although, don't you think that you should be taking risks even more with Sam now that you confide on one each other? A quick gesture might mean your doom or might also begin something more passionate if you push foward... Just after the deed you will know if you should or not. For example...
Rita retrieved her finger from the girl's lips briefly, just to place it between these taking advantage of their momentary gap. Slowly was inserted into the mouth as the jaws gently allow its entrance. After a while, she retrieved it.
—Tell me honey, how did that feel?
To which Luna took the woman's hand with both of hers, straightened the index finger and placed it inside again, sucking it in this chance.
—Oh, you are learning. How does that finger taste?
A pleasant sigh reverberated through the woman's arm. Where did she learn...? No, he still didn't know to avoid her teeth while sucking on the finger. But the passion with which she did so made Rita smile, who glanced with mischief to her daughter.
—Is the one that I use when your father needs... "stimulation"...
The rocker spat immediately what she had in her mouth and rushed to open the tap of the sink, over which she soaked, gargled and spat two liters of water.
—Rita! That's disgusting! I didn't need to know that!
—Well, it isn't with that finger precisely. But now you see. I would never have known that you would suck it as if it was my breast when you were a baby.
—As if in those years you'd tell me that you stick them up my father's bum for more pleasure...
—Hahaha! Never so much. Although, returning to the lesson I'm trying to teach you... What would you do on the hypothetical situation, hun?
—The right thing.
The girl threw herself to the kiss.
The reflection that was shaping on the mirror of two women making out quite passionately was overshadowed by the bathroom's cold light. Each time was much more humid, between Luna's hands soaking the dress folds while Rita's were having fun going down from the shoulders towards her hips.
The woman was utterly aggressive on her push, to the point of biting the lower lips of the girl on several occasions. The lastly aforementioned one didn't fall behind, having landed her hands over the first one glutes and charging her firsts butt grabs.
When they broke the buccal contact, their arms were still wrapped around their bodies, which was seized by Luna in order to kiss her mother's neck...
—Luna? Mistress Loud? Are you alright in there? The thing is that they already gave me the bill and I managed to book a room, but I need money for both... Ah! And the room I asked for is the last one vacant, as they tell me. It has jacuzzi and one bed. Hello? Are you in there?
—I'm coming!
Luna spent several seconds undaunted before regaining her senses, while Rita immediately cleared off from the hug and briefly arranged her clothes.
The night would be long; there was full moon over Royal Woods.
End of Chapter Five.