JENNIE
The next week was full of love. We couldn't keep our hands from each other; we were always touching, feeling our presence. Mary's little apartment became our heaven, where we hid from the heat and learned our bodies all over again.
Mary was doing much better, and with each passing day, the color returned to her face.
"Did you two ruin my apartment already?" she asked.
My face turned crimson red, and Mary laughed.
"We'll get it ready for your arrival." Lisa winked.
We spent mornings in the hospital, bringing fresh coffee to Mary. She asked me about Kyiv, about my parents, my life. Mary was particularly interested in why I had decided to be childfree.
"I guess I am a bit jealous of modern women. They have a choice to be who they want. When I was young, I didn't have that choice," she said.
During those days, Lisa and I worked remotely. I called my manager as soon as I was in Tel Aviv explaining the emergency situation. It was a low season between two major projects, and I didn't have a lot of tasks, only maintenance and fix requests. I said I'd be back in Kyiv in two weeks and that I would like to meet with the team, and I asked if it was possible for me to work remotely from now on.
"I don't see any problem with that. You proved to be an excellent designer, so it doesn't matter where you work as long as you deliver your tasks," she said.
So, it was settled. I would take a few days off while moving from Kyiv to LA, and then the next big project that would require all my attention would begin.
In the evenings, we strolled by the sea, enjoying the sunsets. Once, we found ourselves in front of the hotel where everything had started.
"Would you like to have a drink with me?" I asked.
"Of course." Lisa looked deep in my eyes, hers twinkling in the evening light.
We ended up drinking a few cocktails, remembering that first evening.
"Meet me in the restroom," Lisa whispered, her hot breath on my neck. As she was moving away, I watched her back. I would not have believed anyone if they had told me that night I had seen her for the first time here that in more than half a year I would be leaving my old life behind to be with this woman.
I looked around as I stood up. There were no Benzon employees this time. It was quiet, with a few couples and a man with a laptop.
I left a bill on the counter and went after Lisa. She closed the door behind us.
"I like your dress," she said slyly.
I nodded; it was a short white summer dress that hugged my body. Lisa was wearing red lipstick, a white shirt, jeans shorts, and her boots. She skipped wearing a bra today, so my eyes kept falling to her breasts, her nipples outlined under her t-shirt. She looked like a badass rider, like she had just climbed off her motorcycle.
Lisa stepped closer and kissed me. I knew I would be covered in her lipstick, with smudges of it on my neck and my lips. I was hungry for her. Lisa's body pressed to mine; she held my hips and pulled down my panties. With a final bite on my lip, she slid to her knees, pulled my dress up, and kissed me between my legs. She sucked, licked, and bit gently while my back was pressed to a chill wall.