Chapter Thirty-Nine: Down This Road Together
Jo gasped loudly, rising up straight with her mouth open, gasping for breath.
Looking straight at her, was an older woman with short, gray hair, clutching a laundry basket.
Startled, Jo shrieked. The woman also shrieked, dropping the laundry basket to the floor.
Jo stared at the woman, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "Wait...Beverly Ann? That you?" She asked.
The woman only nodded. "Uh-huh," she answered timidly. "Is it safe for me to give you your clean laundry, Jo?" She wondered.
Jo's eyes widened in shock. "What the hell just happened? Where the hell am I? I'm not dead?"
Just to be sure, she pinched herself. "Ouch," she muttered.
Beverly Ann stared at Jo, bemused and afraid. "Uh...no. You're in Mexico, remember? Far from being dead. We've been here for at least a couple of days," she gently reminded Jo. "Blair owns a glorious, spacious hacienda and we've all been here on vacation."
Hacienda? So...we did wind up making it to Mexico after all! But why is Beverly Ann here?
Jo only nodded dumbly. "So if you're here, that means Nat, Tootie, and Andy are here, too, right? And Nat and Tootie are actually on speaking terms with Blair and me?"
Beverly Ann's eyes widened in confusion. "Well...yes, naturally. You saw and talked to them on the plane when we arrived here in Mexico. Oh, and Pippa's here, as well. Ever since she and Andy got together, they've been practically glued at the hip! I'm surprised you don't remember, Jo."
Jo only laughed weakly. "Uh...I guess it just slipped my mind," she mumbled.
Beverly Ann only narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Oh...well...I see. But be that as it may, we're all here together!" She exclaimed. "And I think everyone's decided to go see a movie or something. While I did come in here to put away the laundry, I also came in here to tell you we're going to the movies and to see if you're interested in coming along."
"Uh…"
I feel like I just lived a movie, Jo thought.
"What are you guys plannin' to see? A Spanish- language film?" Jo asked curiously.
"No. Of all movies, we're going to see this film with Susan Sarandon and Geena Davis. I forget the name of the movie, but I think it's about these two women who end up as fugitives after killing somebody. I think I've seen the movie before back in the States but I can't remember the name of the movie. Tootie is absolutely adamant on seeing it because she's such a Susan Sarandon fan and she's insisting everyone else watch it to see what a powerhouse actress Susan is. So everyone is going except for Blair. She's nowhere to be found."
Jo's face went pale when Beverly Ann mentioned the premise of the movie.
"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me!" She exclaimed.
"I'm not sure what you mean," Beverly Ann replied, raising an eyebrow at Jo's sudden outburst.
"Nothin', Jo replied. "Nothin' at all. I was...uh...just surprised nobody wanted to see a film in Spanish. I mean, we are in Mexico, aren't we?"
"Well, yeah...I suppose you're right. But I guess you can take Americans out of the country but can't take the country out of the Americans!"
She then chuckled lightly to herself, Jo looking at her stoically.
Beverly Ann then cleared her throat. "So are you interested in coming along with us? I think we're going to stop at a really terrific upscale Mexican restaurant later for dinner."
Jo only shook her head. "Nah. Count me out. Maybe another time. But perhaps a raincheck on that dinner?"
"Absolutely," Beverly Ann said. "And if you see Blair, tell her we're leaving in five minutes. Otherwise, we'll have to go on without her."
"Will do!" Jo exclaimed as Beverly Ann set the empty laundry basket down and left the room.
Jo then let out a puff of air, dropping her body back down to the bed. Have I entered the Twilight Zone or what? She thought to herself.
A sudden noise startled her, causing her to wildly turn her head towards the sound of the noise.
Blair Warner suddenly appeared before Jo, wearing a fluffy white bathrobe. She closed the bathroom door behind her.
"Thought she'd never leave," she muttered in annoyance. She then settled down next to Jo on the bed.
"So…tell me…how'd you do it?" Blair questioned.
"Do what?" Jo asked, puzzled.
Blair rolled her eyes. "You know, get out of going with everyone? I have to give you credit - you faking amnesia was the icing on the cake!"
Jo only frowned. "So I was only dreaming?" She questioned, rubbing her head in a daze.
"Dreaming about what?" Blair asked, giving Jo a funny look.
"This is probably gonna sound really weird, but I had a dream you and I were in that movie about the two women who ended up on the run after they killed a guy…well, after I killed him and we both ended up with the police after us."
And we both end up as lovers with you eating me out in my car, Jo thought to herself, her face suddenly turning red as that lusty thought filled her brain. She had decided to omit that part of her retelling as she did not want to spook Blair.
Blair stared blankly at Jo. Then suddenly she burst out laughing, causing Jo to scowl at her.
"You have got to be kidding me," Blair replied, her laughter becoming tiny giggles. "Jo, you just described the whole plot to Thelma & Louise! That movie came out two months ago in the US! We saw it together on a date already! Remember?"
Jo scratched her head vaguely. "Kinda…I must've blacked out or fell asleep or somethin'."
Date? Blair and I were actually on a date? Like…a date date?
Blair laughed again. "No, you weren't exactly sleeping but you did go blank a few times during the movie - I saw you."
She shook her head. "So…you actually dreamt we were Thelma and Louise? Who was I? I hope I wasn't Louise. No offense to Ms. Sarandon but her character was nothing like me."
"Wait a sec…you said we went on a date…like…a friends-hangin' out- sort of date or_"
Blair gave Jo a perplexed look. It then changed to annoyed. "Joanna Marie Polniaczek, you had better be joking or else! Why else would I be hiding in that damn bathroom from Beverly Ann? I've been hiding in for at least an hour while you were napping! I hid because I wanted some alone time with you after hanging around everyone else all day!"
"But what about Rick and Casey? What about them?" Jo asked, feeling as if her head were going to explode.
"If you're referring to those two assholes Rick Bonner and Casey Clark, you separated from Rick when you found out he had been sleeping around with several groupies while on the road and I broke up with Casey when I realized he only 'loved' me for my fortune and not for me. You and I became a couple almost three months ago after we both confided in each other that it was you and I were what really needed to happen."
Jo's eyes widened. "Really?" She asked in amazement. "So…all of this…this is…real?" She squeaked, relief in finding out her and Blair were actually a couple and she wasn't dreaming anymore.
"Uh…yeah…I'm surprised you don't remember any of this. Did something fall on your head while you were napping? I know that bed is comfortable…perhaps it's too comfortable."
Blair sat next to Jo on the bed. "So…tell me about this dream you had. Who was I ? What did I do?"
"Uh…well…I was Louise. You and I went on vacation and we stopped at this bar and ya met this guy ya thought was hot stuff. Only he wasn't and he tried to…tried…to…"
Jo stopped and looked down, blushing suddenly.
"Was that the part where the guy tries to rape me?" Blair then asked stoically.
Jo nodded. "And I killed him to protect ya. We ended up on the run and ya turned into this badass chick who robbed stores, shot up tractor trailers and held men up at gunpoint. It was…a bit strange to see you like that, to say the least."
And sexy as fuck.
Blair only nodded. "I see," she said. "Yeah…I think being Thelma definitely fits me. Thelma had a sweet and girly yet somewhat naive thing about her. Louise was definitely way more tough-as-nails - like you. Louise protecting Thelma from assholes kind of mirrors you always having my back. It wouldn't have surprised me if you actually shot somebody to come to my rescue."
"And I know you'd have done the same for me," Jo responded.
"In a heartbeat," Blair said. "Nobody messes with my Joey…except for me, that is."
She and Jo laughed. Blair then rested her head on Jo's shoulder. "So…c'mon…I want to hear more about this dream! So I was the badass, huh? How bad was I?"
Jo then blushed. "Ya really wanna know?" She asked, looking up at Blair, her eyes narrowed and a playful smirk on her face.
"What?" Blair asked, giving Jo a confused look.
"Well, if ya must know, ya first started flirting with this 'hunky' drifter who turned out to be a con artist who stole our money. Then, after much sexual tension and flirtation between us, we finally gave in and made love in the backseat of my car," Jo blurted out.
Blair's eyes widened. She stared at Jo quietly, raising an eyebrow.
"Well…say somethin," Jo urged after a minute had passed.
"The con artist stealing Thelma's money definitely happened. Thelma and Louise fucking surely didn't happen," Blair then said.
"So?" Jo asked.
Blair laughed. "Jo, Jo, Jo," she replied, shaking her head. "Seems you really were paying much more attention to that movie than I thought. And you dreamt us in place of the characters, in your car, doing naughty things…don't you see?"
"See what?" Jo asked in confusion.
"Thelma and Louise were supposedly best friends but might have been a couple had it not been for the fact one was in a crummy marriage and the other in an off-on relationship with a flake. Kind of like how Rick and Casey were for us. Louise and Thelma were attracted to each other but didn't actually go that extra mile of being together. They kissed before they drove their car over that cliff because they knew it was too late to be who they really wanted - two women in love. The fact you dreamt of us being so intimate means you subconsciously sensed what they really wanted and didn't want it to be true for us."
"Wow…that was a pretty good analysis there, Blair," Jo remarked, looking stunned.
"Well, that was my own opinion," Blair replied. "I'm sure there's others who think differently. But I don't want to dwell on that. What I want to really dwell on is…"
Blair paused, getting up off the bed and reached to untie the long belt holding her bathrobe on. She untied it, letting the bathrobe fall to the floor at her feet, leaving her in a pair of lavender lingerie.
"The sexy parts of your dream. I want to dwell on what I was wearing…what I was doing…what I was saying…"
Jo only gawped, her mouth open agape at Blair's curvaceous body in her underwear.
"Well…you were wearing that in my dream and you were so naughty. Unbelievably naughty, I might add," Jo informed her with a quiet sharpness to her voice.
Blair bit her lip sexily. "How naughty was I?" She asked softly, feeling herself grow warm. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together as she felt herself become wet.
"Let's see…talkin' me into fuckin' in my car in the middle of a deserted road in the desert outside, lettin' me fondle and squeeze those perfect tits of yours, ya dirty little mind, you fingerin' and eatin' me out while I was driving…that answer your question?"
Blair unconsciously slipped her hand inside her panties, stretching her hand down to play with herself, her fingers brushing her clit at her lover's words.
"Fuck, Jo," She hissed.
"Bet that's what ya wanna do right now," Jo insisted, squirming in the loose pajama bottoms she was wearing. "Bet ya want me to sit up on this damn bed with my back against the headboard and just fuckin' bury your pretty face between my legs."
"Yeahhhhhhhh," Blair moaned, her eyes closed and her fingers still running across her slit.
"Come over and fuckin' do it then. Come over here and eat my pussy, baby," Jo implored, beckoning Blair over with a motion of her finger.
As if in a trance, Blair crawled towards Jo and placed her hands on Jo's hips, her fingers eagerly reaching to pull the pajama pants down, the dark curls of hair coming to view. Blair's eyes widened in excitement as she began placing a finger inside Jo.
Jo almost immediately started moving her hips as she watched Blair began fingering her.
"You know, you really were onto something, having me eat you out while driving. That's not such a bad idea - although you said I was the one with the dirty mind when it was your dream," Blair replied as she added a second finger.
Jo laughed. "Mmmmm….you'd better because that seriously was…was…so…so fuckin' hot…oh my fuckin' god, babe! Fuck! Ugh! Those fuckin' fingers…oh….fuckkkkkk!"
She cut herself off as Blair had abandoned the use of her fingers and started using her tongue to pleasure her girlfriend. Jo placed her hands in Blair's hair, keeping her head in place as Blair's lips and tongue stayed put on her girlfriend's clit.
Jo's legs suddenly shook in sharp ecstasy, her climax rushing through her body as Blair continued to lick and suck. Jo had to push Blair's head away so she could recover from her orgasm.
"Damn, that was… I mean, fuck, Blair! What you do with that mouth of yours should be illegal," Jo remarked.
Blair laughed, licking her lips. "Well, what can I say? I think it's become sort of manifested that I am now a badass."
The two then laughed.
"But one of these days, I'm looking forward to that car ride. I've always been the one to have the most brilliant ideas but that is one I wish I had come up with," Blair said.
"Hey…ya can't be the only one to have 'em," Jo teased. "I need to have at least one brilliant idea every once in a while."
Blair giggled. "Absolutely," she said.
"Now…speakin' of brilliant ideas, as cute as ya look in that lingerie, why dont'cha take it off? I wanna see what ya really workin' with."
Blair playfully rolled her eyes. "Barbarian," she teased.
"And don't ya forget it," Jo playfully retorted.
She helped Blair remove her panties and bra and Blair watched as Jo peeled off the loose Yankees shirt she had been wearing. The two were now in each others' arms, naked, holding each other.
"Now this is more like it," Jo replied, reaching out her hands to fondle Blair's ample breasts.
Blair giggled. "So glad you like my titties," she said, laughing.
"Are you kiddin'? Next to ya beautiful face, of course, I think ya tits are my second favorite part of your body."
"Really?"
"Hell yeah. I love how soft and perfect they are. Just_" She paused and lowered her head down towards Blair's breasts to kiss them and suck at her nipples. Blair moaned.
"They're so perfect for squeezin' and kissin' and suckin' and just playin' with…." she then trailed off, her mouth and tongue running all along Blair's breasts, losing herself in them.
"It's always nice to have a fan," Blair gasped as Jo nipped lightly at one of Blair's nipples with her teeth.
"So…did we actually die at the end?" Blair asked as the two women laid in bed after their lovemaking had drawn to a close.
"Well…I think we did. I remember us holding hands and going over that cliff like in the movie but nothing happened obviously. I woke up to Beverly Ann starin' at me, scarin' the shit outta me."
Blair then snuggled closer, nuzzling Jo's neck. "Good. I'm glad we didn't die. Although if something like that did happen, I don't think I'd have picked a better person to die next to than you."
Jo chuckled. "I doubt we're actually goin' to kill anyone and become fugitives, Blair," she replied.
"No, probably not, but I'm just saying. What I mean is that you're my best friend, my confidante, my girlfriend, my ride-or-die…my everything. And I love you. Face it: You're stuck with me, end of story. We just…just…go together. Down this road together called life. And I wouldn't want anybody else by my side. You're the Louise to my Thelma."
Jo felt her eyes get misty at Blair's professions of love. She wiped the tears away.
"I know you said I fell for the so-called hunky drifter but just know nobody in the world can hold a candle to you. I don't care how many muscles he has or his nice butt or how nice her tits are. You're it. End of story."
Blair then hooked Jo's pinkie finger with hers and softly kissed her lips.
"Now…let's go get dressed and actually do something together. We're in Mexico on vacation," Blair said. "As tempting as it sounds, we can't stay in bed all day long. We have friends with us and we're here for a week. Let's go somewhere."
The two rose out of bed to the bathroom to shower together. "Fine by me," Jo replied. "But let's perhaps not go see a movie…I don't wanna have anymore crazy dreams or hallucinations - I think I've had enough of those for quite some time."
Blair burst out in raucous laughter, her laughter music to Jo's ears.
The End