JENNIE
Feeling Lisa moving inside me, with her lips genuinely moving along with mine and her tongue exercising with mine once again, was exactly what I needed right now, and I was feeling selfish. Very selfish. She is married, and to the one person, I hated working for. Just the thought of it made my stomach ill. But at the moment, I didn't care.
She fought hard for me this week, and now she was with me, with her buried deep inside of me. With her lips pressed hard to mine, and was kissing me like Kendal never even existed.
For that, I was in heaven.
And if knowing she's still married to her, and how she with me by making love to me, was wrong and selfish? I will shrug it off. Because as of right now, I don't care. My heart is truly with her, and what she is showing me now is, her heart is with me. And I do believe her when she says I'm her world.
With Lisa lying on top of me, moving and showing me how much she loves me while feeling her heart beating against mine, a song I have always loved came to my mind, with the song's lyrics explaining precisely what is going on with Lisa and me. And that's Open Arms, by Journey.
Lisa has asked repeatedly for me to believe her and that she has nothing to hide from me. She also wants to prove and show me what my love means to her. Then, I start thinking about how laid up I was in this house all week and how it felt so cold being alone and without her. Even though I'm hurt and upset with her, and how I've felt so much hatred for her, I knew in my heart that I still wanted her here, next to me, and to be in her arms, holding me like she's always held me. And now that she's come for me, she's turned my night into the day, and I needed her to stay.
Lisa parted from my lips, rested her palms on either side of my face, and looked me in the eye, sincerely whispering, "I love you so much, Jennie Please forgive me."
My hands roamed up her back, to the back of her head, then pulled her down to me and kissed her until there was no more air to breathe. Needing air, I released my lips from her with a smile. "I love you, so much," I said, then when I felt my orgasm was about to hit. I latched onto her neck, nibbled, then covered her lovemaking tool with all the warm fluids that my body had been wanting and wishing to release all week.
Lisa rolled off, pulling me with her, and having me lay on top of her. As my hair fell and covered her face, she slid her fingers through my hair, gripped, then held my hair behind as she looked me in the eye. "I want you to know you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I will never forget that day we met, and I refuse to think it was ever wrong of me to ask for your phone number. And I mean that with all my heart."
My heart just melted.
My heart melted so much that my stomach suddenly felt sick, and everything I had earlier was about to explode out of my mouth. I covered my mouth, maneuvered quickly off Lisa, then bolted to the bathroom as fast as I could.
"Are you okay?" Lisa asked as she rushed to my side.
I shook my head. "No. I've been like this all week," I said quietly, choking as more liquid came shooting out of my mouth. "My nerves have been so unstable all week.
Anything I've tried eating this week has refused to remain in my stomach."
"Alcohol doesn't help, you know."
I lowered my forehead to the cold seat and closed my eyes.
"I know," I quietly said. "I just didn't care, though. I wanted something that would take my mind away from you to forget everything. Even if everything came back into my mind after I sobered up."
"I think you should try to eat something. It could help you feel better."
"I don't know if I can."
"You should at least try," she said, handing me a glass of water. "If I were to make you something to eat, will you try to eat?"
I nodded. "I can try."
Lisa lowered her hand, and when I placed my hand in her, she helped me stand, walked me to the living room, then she sat with me on the couch and pulled me in her arms. As we sat in silence with her caressing my arm, the comfort I've missed and have needed all week instantly came back. I was more than comforted; I was soothed and relaxed so much that I fell asleep. She, too, must have felt relaxed, that instead of making me something to eat, she fell asleep.
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The next morning I awoke to the smell of food. The sausage and eggs' aroma was cooking, and it wasn't sitting too well with me. I looked at the table, saw Lisa had a glass of water waiting for me and reached for it. I quickly raised it to my lips and drank the entire glass of water.
As the water found it's way to the bottom of my stomach, it didn't take long for it to make its way back out, causing me to vomit all over the floor when I stood.
"I'm so sorry," I said as Lisa came to my aid and started cleaning up the mess I made.
"It's alright. I think it'll help once you get some food in that stomach of yours."
"Maybe," I sighed as ehe helped me stand.
I sat at the dining room table, staring at the plate of food Lisa placed in front of me. I wanted to eat. And I knew I needed to eat. But the problem was, I couldn't. The food didn't smell right, nor did it look good. I looked across the table, and as my eyes met Lisa's, I shook my head. "I can't eat this."
Her brows formed together and stopped chewing the sausage she had just put into her mouth. "Why not?"
"Because. It smells fucking terrible."
She chuckled. "There's nothing wrong with it. See. I'm eating it," she said, opening her mouth and showing me the remnants that were waiting to enter into her stomach.
It made me giggle, but I covered my eyes, anyway. "Don't show me that. It makes me feel sicker."
"Try to eat. Please," Lisa begged. "You said yourself, you haven't eaten. And by the sounds of it, you've been filling your body with alcohol. Not good, Jennie. And that could be why you're feeling as sick as you are. So, eat. Please."
I picked up my fork, dug it into the eggs, then scooped them into my mouth. As I started chewing and tried to swallow, I gagged, then opened my mouth and let the food fall to the plate. "I can't do it," I said, wiping my mouth. "Are these the eggs I had in the fridge?"
"Yes."
"I think they're bad."
Lisa smelled, then took another bite of her eggs, and as she swallowed, she shook her head. "They taste just fine. Besides, I checked the date on the eggs before I cooked them."
"Well, I just bought the eggs, so I know the date will show they're okay. But something is definitely wrong with them. They taste really funny."
Lisa twisted her lips as she looked at me. Or maybe even studying me. It looked like she was thinking hard. Then she looked down at her plate and scooped up some eggs on her fork. "I did see a pizza in the freezer. Would you like me to make that for you?"
"Sure. I did have a couple of slices of pizza yesterday, and amazingly enough, I didn't upchuck." I pushed my plate towards her. "Here. You can eat this."
Lisa picked up my plate, slid my food onto her plate, then headed into the kitchen, and got my pizza ready. I have to say, the couple slices of pizza I had eaten at the bar yesterday was the only thing I've been able to keep down, and I was looking forward to Lisa making that pizza for me.
As I sat, waiting for my pizza to finish cooking, I watched Lisa eat, thought about what got here today, and wondered if I am who she truly wants in her life. I want and need to be sure before I make the biggest mistake of my life.
I can't be Lisa's mistress when she feels she needs sex and can't get it from Kendal.
I can't be Lisa's second choice when her wife refuses to give her what she wants.
I want to be Lisa's first choice.
I want to be the one he opens her eyes to every morning.
Who makes her breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day.
I want her to be all mine. Which is what I thought I had in the first place?
Lisa looked away from her plate and up to me, chewing as she spoke, "What are you thinking about?"
"Us. And what's next for us," I admitted.
She smiled. "I have a lot planned for us. And after you eat, I'll explain everything to you."
"You better explain everything. Because I feel an explanation is owed to me. And I would like to know why you've been lying to me this whole time. You also need to know; you're not out of the doghouse. Not yet. I'm a bit leery about what you want from me, and I'm still very hurt by you. And just because we shared what we did last night does not make up for how you've hurt me."
"I know. And I will do whatever I can to make this up to you."
"I still can't get over the fact I've been sleeping with my boss's husband... what a small fucking world this is..." I sighed.
Lisa suddenly got quiet, and I could tell she was bothered or ashamed by what she's done. I noticed in her eyes that she wasn't happy with herself and saw it written all over her face; there was more to her side of the story that she wanted me to hear and really wanted me to hear her out. Which has been something I've denied her of all week.
Lisa placed a plate with a couple of slices of pizza down in front of me, then kissed me on the temple, whispering, "I'm not going anywhere, so try to eat."
I slowly chewed my first bite, then closed my eyes as I swallowed, afraid of how my stomach would react once the food got to its intended place. But the more I ate, the better my stomach was feeling.
I looked at Lisa and watched her slow down on her eating; actually, she played with her.food. Using her fork to push the food around her plate. "What are you thinking about?" I asked finally.
"How I don't want to lose you," she said, then paused and stopped pushing her eggs around, still looking down. "When Kendal wanted me to meet you. I don't know why. But something in my gut kept telling me it was you. When I turned around and saw that it was you, she wanted me to meet. My heart instantly sank. The look on your face, the look in your eyes, and when you shook my hand and spoke, I thought I was going to die right then and there. It fucking killed me seeing and hearing your reaction. And it's been haunting my dumb ass all week."
"I was shocked," I sighed. "Very shocked."
"I know you were. And to be honest, I think Kendal noticed the expressions on both our faces."
I took another bite of my pizza and looked down as I chewed. "I called and left a message on Kendal's office phone the next morning. Telling her, I quit."
"I know. Kendal told me. Actually. She was evilly glaring at me as she told me... which has had me thinking all week. She knows. Well. I don't know for sure, but I honestly think she does."
I swallowed my food, then rolled my eyes up to her. "If Kendal knows. You do know she'll kill me. Right?"
She shook her head, disagreeing with me. "She may be a lot of things. But she would never do anything like that."
"That's what you think. Weeks ago, Kendal mentioned to me that she suspected her wife was cheating on her. She said that if it were to be true. Kendal would not only kill you; she would torture, then would slowly kill the woman she was having an affair with. She's not a nice person, Lisa.
Everyone at the clinic tiptoes around her. They're all scared of her."
Lisa found a little humor in that, then sighed as she looked at me. "Try living with her."
"No, thanks."
"She's been a mess since you quit and was quite the pleasure to be around all week. Hell, I was ready to kill her. Not literally. But you know what I mean. Then, yesterday morning, she talked about calling you. Hoping to talk you into coming back to work."
My eyes widened, my mouth dropped, then I shook my head. "No way. Do you know how hard that would be to go back and work for her? Especially knowing I'm sleeping with her wife? I wouldn't know how to act around her, and I would have difficulties looking at her."
She chuckled. "Haven't you ever lived dangerously?"
"Why, what do you mean by that?"
"Well. You could always go back and act like you know nothing." Lisa nonchalantly shrugged.
Really?
I crossed my arms against my chest and huffed, "So, what you're saying is, you don't plan on leaving her."
"No. I never said that." She pushed her empty plate away from her, rested her forearms on the table, then folded her hands together. "Look, Jennie, I have wanted out of my marriage since the day I married that woman. When I met you and we started hanging out, you were my inspiration to end my marriage to Kendal. For months I've been working with an attorney, going through my financials, properties, banking, retirement, etcetera. And that night when you saw me at the bar, talking with that guy. He wasn't just some guy wanting me to sell his properties; he's my divorce attorney."
I swallowed hard, "He was?"
"Yes. My situation is a little different. I made a huge mistake when I married Kendal by never having her sign a prenuptial agreement. That night, I had to give him all my financials from the time we married until the time I filed."
"She told me if you were, in fact, cheating on her. She would take you to the cleaners," I sighed.
She scratched the back of her head. "See?"
I nodded.
"That's why this divorce is taking longer than I expected and had I told her I wanted a separation; she would have made my life a living hell."
"What makes you think she won't now?"
"I'm sure she will. And since I refuse to lose you again, I'm willing to live through hell for however long it takes. Because my heaven is sitting directly across from me."
I smiled. Then a thought entered my mind, and the corners of my lips curved into a frown. "How do I know you won't do to me what you did to Kendal? Isn't the saying, once a cheater, always a cheater?"
"The difference is. I wasn't in love with her... I'm in love with you."
I'm confused.
"You married her. So you had to love her at some point."
"I married her for all the wrong reasons and immediately regretted it the night we married. And I blame it all on my brother. I know whatever I say won't matter. Because it'll still be in the back of your mind, thinking I'll cheat on you. But Jennie. I need you to know; I would never cheat on you. And I want you to know. Kendal and I have not had any sex since before me, and you met."
"Never?" I gasped, surprised, trying to hide the smile that wanted to form.
"Not once... a couple of weeks ago she tried seducing me, but you'll be happy to know, I shoved her off me."
Now this made me happy to hear. A wide smile formed; I jumped from my seat and rushed over to her, straddling her while hugging her. "You hadn't kissed her either?"
"No. Not once. I'm telling you, Babe. You and I were at the right place at the right time. It was destiny for us to meet each other that night, and I have zero regrets about it. Do I need to spill another soda on you, just to get you to fall for my charm again?" She chuckled.
I giggled. "No. That's not needed." I loosened my arms from her shoulders and pushed back to look at her. "Everything you've just said to me. That's the truth?"
"Yes. You may not believe me, but the one thing I'm not is a liar."
My brows instantly furrowed. "You lied to me about being married."
Her head shook. "No, I didn't. You've never asked. You assumed I wasn't. Sure, I could have said I was married. But I didn't consider me and Kendal married because I despised her."
"You always said you had a roommate. You always had to leave to go home and help your roommate with something. That's a lie. She's not a roommate. She's your wife."
She shook her head, then stopped and arched a brow when she noticed me glaring at her. "Technically, yes, she's my wife. But I've always looked at her as my roommate."
I sat straight, then looked down at our laps. "You're married to her."
"Yes. That's true. But I've considered Kendal a roommate for years, which you can ask all my friends. They'll tell you. And the reason I call her my roommate is that she is. We lived like roommates. I didn't love her, even when I tried to love her. We didn't have sex ever, and believe it or not. Kendal doesn't love me, either. I'm just a ring on her finger, and our marriage is one big lie. It's all for a show... believe me."
"You should have told me from the beginning, though. And I never should have found out the way I did. You have no idea how embarrassed I was. Even if nobody around me knew why I felt the way I did. But I was very embarrassed."
"I know. And I'll be the first to admit; it was wrong on my part. Very wrong. As I said, I thought my divorce to Kendal would've finalized months ago."
There was one question I wanted to ask Lisa, and the question had been sitting at the tip of my tongue. I looked from Lisa's eyes down to her chest and fixed one of her buttons while asking, "I have one question for you. And I'm curious to know your answer. Where are you going to stay when we get back home?"
"I was thinking about your place. But if that's not okay, I was thinking about my parents' place or even a hotel."
"You're more than welcome to stay at my place," I said, lowering my mouth to her. "Thank you for the pizza. My stomach is feeling a little better. But now my body is craving something else."
She smiled and trailed her lip along my lower lip. "Oh yeah? And what's that?" She asked, latching and sucking in my bottom lip."
"You. I want to spend the day in bed, with you, and making up for what we missed out on this past week."
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