As always thanks for the reviews for last ch! I'm not really sure how well I like how this ch. came out, but I'll see what you guys think. Enjoy!
(Joanne's POV)
The next morning I woke up on the floor, empty bottles laying everywhere. My head was throbbing, I was nauseas, and my mouth was unbearably dry; definitely a hang over. It hurt to even move. My entire body was aching. I fell like absolute shit. The sun shining through the windows wasn't helping matters much either. Why in the hell do I do things like this to myself?
I slowly crawled my way to the bed. I had to stop a few times because I felt that I was ready to throw up at any moment. I grabbed my phone to check the time and to make sure that I didn't have any important voicemails that I may need to deal with today. I had two. The first was from Kristin, telling me that she was getting ready to board her plane. The second was from Mark, making sure we were still on for tonight. Oh damn, I forgot…I guess drinking literally did help me forget…I have to see Maureen tonight. The thought made me even more ill.
After lying in bed for a while, I decided that a shower was in need. But unfortunately I never made into the shower. I did however make it into the bathroom; it's just that instead of getting in the shower, I was hugging the toilet. I didn't think I was ever going to stop; I didn't think a stomach could hold this much. I never thought I was going to quit. Every time I thought I was finished the sight and smell would get to me and somehow my body would expel more my stomach. Damn, this sucks.
When my stomach decided that it had puked up enough, I slowly made my way into the shower. The cold water felt good running down my body. It was helping me to feel a little better; still though I feel like shit. I stood there for the longest time, just enjoying the feeling of the water against my skin. It's the best I've felt all morning. After I finished my shower, I brushed my teeth for as long as I could stand it. That nasty ass puke taste was still lingering in my mouth and if I didn't take care of it soon I was going to be again visiting the porcelain god.
By the time I finished getting ready I only had about twenty minutes until Kristin's expected arrival. I was so excited to see her; I couldn't wait. But I feel like shit and don't really know how much of her presence I'm going to be able to enjoy. The alcohol had helped my problem last night; but it's sure putting a damper on the plans I had once Kristin got here.
Almost precisely on time, the doorman rang up to my room announcing Kristin's arrival and to make sure that it was ok that he allows her in. I sat on the bed, anxiously waiting for the knock on my door. It felt as though she was taking forever; she couldn't get here soon enough. And then there it was, the knock at the door, she was here.
I swung the door open to see her smiling face staring at me, loaded down with two suitcases. I laugh at the site of my girlfriend standing there barely able to hold onto her luggage; she looks so cute. She's never been able to pack light though; she's not even going to be here two days and she has two suitcases. Oh well, I love that about her.
"Hi honey," I eagerly, yet gently wrap my arms around her, pulling her to me.
"Hi," she said as she softly pressed her lips against mine; it felt so nice to have those lips on me again.
After our little make out session in the hallway I lead her inside the room. "Wow, it is gorgeous," she said as she sat down her suitcases, wrapping her arms tightly around my waist from behind me. "We are going to have some fun in here," she flirtatiously added, turning me around in her arms once again kissing me. She was holding me tight to her body, running her hands up and down my back and then that feeling came back to me and I was running to the bathroom…I barely made it.
"Are you ok?" she asked, confusion written all over her face as she walked into the bathroom. She knelt down beside me handing me a tissue, "you getting sick?"
"No," I answered, my stomach turning again, "I drank too much last…" I couldn't finish the sentence; my head was again down in the toilet.
"Oh baby," she giggled, rubbing my back. I turned my head and glared at her.
She sat with me in the bathroom, while I continued to empty yet more contents of my stomach into the toilet. It was rather sweet, her sitting with me rubbing my back; it was comforting to have her there. Her touch was so light, so loving. I'm glad she's here.
After I finished she carried me back to the bed. She got me some water, closed the blinds, turned on a movie, and cuddled up with me under the blankets. I rested my head on her chest, holding her as close as I could as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke up a few hours later finding Kristin had gone to take a shower. I was feeling much better now and decided that I'd join her. As I walked into the bathroom, she poked her head out from behind the shower curtain, a huge smile on her face.
"Want to join me?"
"That's what I had in mind," I seductively replied.
I was quickly undressed and joining Kristin in the shower. Her arms soon found their way around my waist, pulling me as close to her body as possible. Slowly she leaned into me, passionately pressing her lips to mine. Our hands roamed one another's bodies; finding places that we knew would make each other moan in pleasure. Her hands were so smooth and gentle running across my body. The sex was getting intense; both of us screaming out each other's name as we reached pure ecstasy. We were both panting; my heart pounding from the excitement that she had caused me. Her blue eyes looked up to meet mine as she once again embraced me into a kiss. With that I had pushed her up against the wall again exploring her body. The sex last for hours with us; which I'm not complaining at all about because she is damn good at it.
Once we had got out of the shower, we quickly finished getting ready to go find somewhere to have dinner. I was glad that Mark suggested that we meet after dinner; that way Kristin and I could have dinner alone. She had to leave tomorrow night to go back to work, so I wanted to spend as much alone time with her as I could. Actually if I had a say in it, we'd skip dinner all together and just stay in the hotel. But I knew Kristin was excited to see New York, she's only been here once before, and so I was willing to delay some certain activities until later tonight.
We made our way through New York, stopping occasionally so that Kristin could enjoy the sites. I loved watching her face light up at seeing this beautiful city. There were a few times that I couldn't help but pull her closer to me and just kiss her. Finally, we decided to pick out a restaurant to have dinner. Of course I allowed Kristin to pick anywhere she would like to eat at. So we just roamed the village looking for somewhere; Kristin spotted this Italian restaurant that she was immediately set on eating at. Frankly, I didn't want to eat there at all…it was the same restaurant where Maureen and I had our first official date.
Dinner was interesting. I was there with my amazing girlfriend yet my mind was continuously being flooded with memories of Maureen and I. Kristin continually had to get my attention because I would space out thinking about the Maureen and I being there together. I'd just laugh it off and act as if nothing was wrong. But something was wrong…I was getting excited to see Maureen for the first time in five years.
(Joanne's POV)
When Kristin and I made it to the coffee shop that we were suppose to be meeting at, I only noticed Mark and Cara sitting inside. Only seeing the two of them, my nerves calmed slightly, thinking maybe that Maureen had changed her mind about coming.
"Hey Joanne over here," Mark yelled to the door as he noticed us walking in the door. I squeezed Kristin's hand tighter, took a deep breath and lead her over to the table.
"Hey Mark," I politely greeted him, hugging him hello. "This is Kristin," I told him as I let go of him wrapping my arm around Kristin's waist.
"Hello Mark, it's nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you," she said graciously extending her hand to him.
"It's nice to meet you as well," Mark looked over at me, nodding in approval. "This is Cara," he now says acknowledging the very pregnant woman sitting at the table. She was as pretty as Mark had described her. I politely shook her hand as we all took our seats.
"So where's Maureen," I nonchalantly asked Mark.
"Oh," he looked down at his watch looking rather confused, "she said she'd be here. But then again," he now looked back up at me, "you know how Maureen can be sometimes. Always needing to make an entrance," Mark and I shared a knowingly laugh.
"So Cara, Mark tells me that you're a writer," I decided to start polite conversation with her, not wanting to seem rude.
"Oh yes," she said as she took a sip of her coffee, "since getting pregnant though I've had a hard time focusing on writing," she softly giggled looking over at Mark. "I have a few…" and that's when she lost my attention. Not because she was boring me, but because I happened to look up and see Maureen walk into the coffee shop. It seemed as though everything around me disappeared, that the only other person in the entire place was her. She stopped a waiter passing by her obviously asking him where we were seated. Then in what seemed to be slow motion her eyes followed his finger over to our table. Our eyes met and my heart melted all over again.
Ok so what do you guys think? I'm trying to establish the fact that Joanne really does love Kristin, I hope thats working. And I'm still trying to figure out how to get Benny in this story since some of you mentioned him in your reviews...any ideas let me know (well besides just having him randomly walk into the coffee shop). Just to give you a heads up there won't be an update tomorrow (Saturday) but look for one Sunday evening/night. Please review...Thanks for reading!