JENNIE

Buzzing open the gates, a tight knot forms in my stomach. Waiting for Lisa has had me worried all day and I had no idea what time she'd be here. 'Can I come over tonight?' she asked me after servicing my pool this morning. It can only mean one thing: she doesn't want me as her client anymore, not in any capacity. She had an apprentice with her and neither of us knew how to behave with the young man around, so we ignored each other mostly.

It's clear that she's busy arranging her replacement so she won't have to come back and I don't blame her. I'm paying her to look after the pool, and I've been paying her for sex. There's something very wrong about that and I won't deny that it's been bugging me all along. I don't want her to think of me as some spoilt rich woman who thinks she can get anything she wants as long as she throws enough money at it.

When I open the door, I curse the anxiety twisting in my stomach. I know it's stupid to fall in love with an escort. It's foolish and reckless and naïve, and still, it doesn't stop me from wanting her all the time, from dreaming of having some sort of relationship with her. My need to be with her is so strong that I'd take anything at this point. Anything.

"Hi," I say, letting her in. "I expected you earlier. Are you not seeing someone tonight?"

"No, I cancelled."

"Oh." I head to the fridge and pour two glasses of wine. She looks serious and if she wants to talk, I need one.

"No thank you," she says when I offer her a glass. "I drove."

I nod, suspecting she wants to get this over with quickly. "I know what you're going to tell me."

"Do you?" When Lisa steps toward me, I suppress a moan at her closeness.

"Yeah. I won't book you again." I say simply, pretending this isn't hurting me. Kissing her is all I can think of but I refrain. "No hard feelings, I promise."

"Thank you, that's probably for the best. I ehm… I wanted to say I'm sorry if I've hurt you or upset you." Her voice is low and croaky, and a little emotional, if I'm not mistaken.

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." The brave smile I put on is only half-hearted. "And I'm sorry if I got too close." We linger in silence, ignoring the roaring charge between us. I look at her, she looks at me, and I can almost feel her internal struggle. I'm waiting for her to turn around and leave but instead, Lisa reaches out to trace my cheek, her shifting expression shocking me. It's not the look of regret or pity. I've seen that look before, in bed.

"What are you doing?" I whisper when she leans in, backing me up against the kitchen counter. I feel her abdomen against mine, her breasts against my chest.

"I have no idea." Lisa sounds as confused as I am, yet there's no doubt we both want the same thing. Her lips brush mine, and without hesitation, I curl my fingers around her neck, pull her closer against me and kiss her hard. I've missed her, and when she wraps her arms around me and kisses me back hungrily, I know she's missed me too. Knowing she wants this, knowing she craves me makes kissing her even more heavenly and instinctively, I reach for the hem of her tank top and lift it. She doesn't ask me if I'm okay, she doesn't go slow and it drives me wild when she tears off her top, then pulls up my dress before lifting me onto the counter. This is not about me anymore. This is about her and me. About us, together.

Lisa spreads my legs and steps between them and carnal desire oozes between us while we make out in the kitchen like it's the first time. In a way, it is. It's the first real time. I feel her nails scrape over my shoulder blades underneath my dress that is hiked up to my midriff now, and I slip my hands into the back of her jeans to squeeze her behind.

"I want you, Jennie," she mumbles against my mouth, and moves her hand between my legs.

Her words heighten my arousal; it's incredible to feel wanted like this. I know she can feel how wet I am as she rubs her fingers over my panties, making me moan loudly. Again, her touch isn't careful or considered but hard and urgent, and I want her to fuck me like never before. She doesn't even bother taking off my panties and wedges two fingers under the edge, finding my drenched center.

"Fuck! Yes!" I cry out, throwing my head back when she enters me with two fingers. Lisa fucks me hard and fast, then adds a third finger, and my body can barely keep up with all the delicious sensations that hit me one after another. I love how she lifts her gaze to stare into my eyes with a look that says she's really, really enjoying this too. This is raw and sexy and impulsive and everything that I'm not, at least not until today. I feel an enormous climax building and cling onto her while she draws it out of me faster than I thought physically possible.

"Mmm…" Lisa moans when she feels my contractions, and she curls her fingers, making me cry out so loudly that my voice echoes through the house.

I cup her face to kiss her, needing all of her at once and give into the waves of pleasure that wash over me again and again. I'm still basking in aftershocks, gasping in delight every few seconds, when the front door suddenly swings open with force.

"Mom! Are you okay?"

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I register the voice is Ella's, and I also note she sounds panicky. And then I panic, because I'm sitting on the kitchen counter and Lisa is between my legs and her fingers are inside me. And my daughter, who wasn't supposed to be here this weekend, has just barged in. My daughter.

Lisa is clearly more prepared than I am because in a matter of seconds, she's pulled out of me, yanked my dress down and put on her top. Now, she's staring at Ella, wide-eyed with her hands deep in the back pockets of her jeans as if she's trying to hide them from the world.

"Ella… this is not…" I stop myself there as this is clearly exactly what it looks like and there's no point claiming otherwise.

Ella drops her weekend bag and stands nailed to the ground, silently looking from me to Lisa. I see a hint of recognition in her eyes before she glances at the pool and back to us again. Raising a hand to her mouth, she takes a step back through the open door.

"Ella, please wait. Let me explain…" I know what she's thinking. Mommy's gone mad. Mommy's messing around with the staff. Mommy's having a mid-life crisis. Mommy's not who I thought she was. And then I see her eyes are red-rimmed and I'm worried about her more than I'm worried about this situation.

Ella doesn't answer but bolts quickly out the door.

"Wait!" I jump off the counter and run after her, but she's already in her car and reversing in our driveway, opening the gates with her remote.