Lisa
For the next couple of hours I stared at Jennie's ass – er, I mean watched her work and chatted with her when she had a few seconds.
I also became a proud member of Team P.O.R.N. when I managed to throw a ping pong ball that ricocheted off of T.J.'s head and hit Jennie in the tits. There was talk of making me the team captain after that one. Jennie told me I really knew how to handle my balls, and I started to wonder if I was turning more than a little pervy by the fact that it turned me on whenever she said "balls."
I wonder what it would take to get her to say "cock?"
T.J. walked by just then, untying his apron and stowing it under the bar. I probably should have felt a little jealous at the fact that he was a good looking guy and he got to be in close proximity to Jennie all the time, but watching them interact just made me laugh. They were like brother and sister with the way they shoved each other, threw insults back and forth and tattled to anyone who would listen. As a result, I decided I liked T.J. and I didn't have to kill him.
"Hey, T.J., do me a favor. Get Jennie to say 'cock' and I'll give you twenty bucks."
"Deal," he said automatically before turning away from me.
All of the patrons were gone and Jennie had just switched on the "closed" sign and was in the process of walking back from the front door.
"Hey, Jennie, remember that one guy who came in here a few months ago, smacked your ass and called you Cutie Jennie? What was it you called him?"
"A cocksucker," she replied distractedly as she got back behind the bar and began organizing bottles.
With a dreamy smile on my face, I slid a twenty across the bar to T.J. and he walked away. This was going to be a beautiful friendship. If he could get her to say, "Fuck me hard Lisa," I might buy him a pony.
T.J. said good-bye and walked out the door while Jennie finished straightening up. After a few minutes, she came around the corner of the bar and sat down next to me on a stool.
"You look exhausted," I told her as she rested her chin in her hand and let out a sigh.
"Is that a nice way of telling me I look like shit?" she teased.
"Absolutely not. If you looked like shit, I'd tell you. I would also tell you if the jeans you're wearing make your ass look big, if something you cooked tasted like it came from the bottom of my shoe or if a joke you told was not funny at all."
"Wow, that's very kind of you," she said with a laugh.
"It's what I do."
We sat there for several minutes just looking at each other. None of this seemed real yet. I couldn't believe she was sitting here in front of me. I couldn't believe she was still so remarkable and funny and beautiful and I couldn't believe she had a child, my child.
"You kind of amaze me, you know that?" I said, breaking the silence.
I watched the blush brighten up her cheeks and she looked away, her gaze locked on a drink napkin that she started to shred.
"I'm not that great, believe me."
I shook my head in disbelief at how she clearly didn't see herself very well.
"Are you kidding me? You hooked up with a total loser one night at a frat party, got pregnant, had to give up your dreams and quit school, worked your ass off and raised an awesome little boy and now you're opening your own business. If that's not amazing, I don't know what is."
She continued to rip up the napkin at an even faster pace while I continued.
"You're strong and confident and beautiful and you make everything look so damn easy. I am so grateful to have met you again. I will be forever in your debt for taking care of…of our son. You've done such an amazing job with him and you're so selfless that I am just in awe."
Whew, I said it. My son. Gabi is my son. Oddly, it didn't make me want to hurl myself on a rusty nail.
She still wasn't looking at me, though, and it was starting to make me nervous. And I felt really bad for the drink napkin that now resembled a small pile of snow. I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers to make her stop fidgeting with the mess.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked.
She finally turned her face towards mine and I'm not gonna lie, it really freaked me out to see tears in her eyes. I didn't do crying. At all. If she asked me to set myself on fire right now I would do it just so I wouldn't have to see her cry.
"Gabi is wonderful. He is smart and perfect, he's funny and he's the best little boy in the world. He has his moments but he's very well-behaved and just perfect. Perfect! Every single person who meets him adores him and I love every second of being his mom….," she trailed off.
I knew she was sugar-coating things. If she said the word "perfect" one more time I was going to start crying myself. I didn't want the watered-down version. I wanted to know it all, everything I missed. The good, the bad and the ugly. Her foot was tapping nervously on the rung of the bar stool, and she looked like she was about to explode. I knew with everything going on right now she had to be under a lot of stress. She was a single mom with a lot on her plate and I knew for a fact Gabi wasn't flawless. What kid was? But she definitely wanted me to think so. Was she really afraid I would change my mind if I knew the horrors of being a parent? I'd always wanted to have kids someday. It was one of the biggest issues between me and Tasha. I knew it wasn't all rainbows and kittens. I knew it could suck the life out of you and make you second-guess your sanity.
"It's okay if you want to complain. I can only imagine how tough it is for you."
"I love Gabi," she repeated with conviction.
I chuckled a little at how panicked she looked.
"No one is questioning that. But you don't have to act like you have everything under control a hundred percent of the time. I'm not going to think less of you or Gabi if you need to vent, believe me. I want to know everything. I wasn't lying when I said that to you earlier."
She was softening a little. The napkin was finally free from her abuse and her foot wasn't tapping manically anymore. She still looked at me warily, though. I knew one way I could get her to calm down and open up. I stood up and leaned over the top of the bar, reaching my arms as far as I could, and wrapped my hand around what I needed.
I sat back down, grabbed a clean shot glass that rested upside down on the bar and filled it with Three Olive Grape Vodka, which I now knew to be her favorite. I set the bottle back down on the bar and slid it out of the way.
"Be honest," I said as I pushed the shot glass in front of her.
She bit her lip, looked down at the shot glass and then back at me. She was like an open book and I could see all of the conflicting emotions as they ran across her face until she finally let go.
"IloveGabitodeathbuthedrivesmefuckingcrazy!" she said as fast as she could and snapped her mouth shut immediately.
"Take a shot," I told her, nodding at the shot glass in encouragement.
Without hesitating, she picked up the glass and tipped it back, slamming it down onto the bar when she was done.
"Keep going," I told her as I leaned closer to her and poured more vodka into the shot glass.
"The first time he said, 'Mommy,' my heart completely melted. But that kid never shuts up. Ever. He even talks in his sleep. One time when we were driving he was going on and on about sheep and french fries and his wiener and the lawn mower, I stopped the car in the middle of the street and got out. After I walked around the car and then got back in, he was still talking, asking me if lawn mowers have wieners. He never. Stops. Talking."
"Take a shot," I said again with a smile.
She downed it, slamming the glass in front of me this time so I could refill it. I did, pushing it back towards her.
"I gained fifty-six pounds when I was pregnant with him. Do you have any idea what it's like to look down and not be able to see your vagina?"
"Uh, no," I muttered.
"My ass had its own zip code."
"If it makes you feel better, it is an awesome ass," I told her honestly.
"Thank you."
I poured her another and didn't even need to prompt her to drink it.
"His hugs are a magical cure for everything. But do you have any idea how much a baby shits and pukes and cries? He projectile vomited every bottle he drank. Drink, burp, spew. Lather, rinse, repeat."
Down went the shot.
"He didn't sleep through the night until he was three and a half years old. I got so fed up I told him Shasta the Sleep Monster lived under his bed and would bite his feet if he got out of it in the middle of the night for anything other than the house being on fire."
She tipped her head back and finished another shot.
"I can't believe you don't hate me right now," she said.
"Why would I ever hate you?"
"Because I basically used you for sex and then never spoke to you again," she explained.
"Honey, where I come from, that's like Christmas to a guy," I said with a laugh, trying to lighten her mood. "I should be the one apologizing to you." I reached out with my hand and turned her face towards me.
God she was so beautiful. And I was a complete dick for wanting to take advantage of her being a little tipsy. But fuck, I needed to kiss her. I waited five years to taste her again. She tilted her head so that she could rub her cheek against the palm of my hand, and I almost forgot what I had been trying to say to her.
"Granted, we were both pretty out of it that night, but if I would have ever known that you had never…that you…that I was your first, I would have done things a hell of a lot differently," I admitted.
Like stare at your naked body and memorize every inch of it, swirl my tongue around your nipples and suck them into my mouth until you moaned my name. I'd taste your skin and burry my face between your legs and make you come so hard you'd forget your name.
"Holy fuck," she whispered with a glazed look in her eyes.
I just said all of that out loud didn't I?
She sat there staring at me with her mouth open, and I worried that I royally fucked up. It was too soon for me to talk about her vagina and how much I wanted to become BFF's with it. Sure, I spent the past five years glorifying every single thing I could remember about her, and I worried over the past week that maybe my memories were better than reality, but that was just stupid. She was just as amazing sitting here in front of me as she was in my dreams, and I needed her to know that. I opened my mouth but before I could get the words out, she jumped down off of the stool, mumbling something about stocking beer in the cooler in the back. She brushed past me and I was left sitting on my stool with a bottle of vodka and the smell of chocolate lingering in the air.
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Jennie
Oh my God. Oh holy fucking shit.
I was such a fucking coward. I ran away from her as fast as I could and now I was in the storage room pretending to stock beer.
I'd taste your skin and burry my face between your legs and make you come so hard you'd forget your name.
Jesus Christ on a cracker. I had no experience with this shit. I wanted to hump her leg as soon as those words left her mouth. She clearly didn't mean to say them out loud going by the shocked expression on her face.
"Shit!" I muttered loudly, punching an empty case of beer.
Except it wasn't empty and my fist connected with full cans of beer.
"Son of a bitchfuck!" I cursed while I shook my bruised hand, kicking my foot out and connecting with a bottle of tequila that went rolling across the floor.
"I hope this alcohol abuse isn't because of something I said."
I turned around to find Lisa lounging against the door frame. Why does she always have to witness my mortifying stupidity?
"I mean really, what has that bottle of tequila ever done to you?" she asked as she started to walk towards me.
"You mean aside from impairing my judgment so that I lost my virginity to some really hot guy I met at a frat party, got knocked-up and never got the guy's name because I am a complete and total bitch and now that she's here I feel like I am so out of my league whenever she's around because I have zero experience with this shit?" I rambled.
Lisa stopped right in front of me and gave me a crooked grin.
"You think I'm hot?"
I rolled my eyes at her attempt to lighten the mood and completely gloss over my nervous admission.
"You know, you're absolutely right. That tequila is a real asshole. Go ahead and kick the shit out of it. You might as well finish off the beer, too. I saw him looking at you funny."
I laughed at the ridiculousness of this conversation. I wasn't drunk but I was pleasantly buzzed enough from our earlier game of Truth or Truth to be able to see the humor in this situation. When I stopped laughing, she reached out and brushed a piece of hair off of my cheek that had escaped my pony tail and it reminded me so much of the night we met that I let out a small sigh.
"Let's get something straight here. You are not a bitch. I don't blame you for anything that you did. I'm not going to lie and say that it didn't totally suck ass to wake up the next morning and not have you there with me and then spend five years wondering if I had imagined you. But I would never think you were a bitch for doing what you did," she said as she inched closer. "I wasn't lying before when I said I would have done things very different with you that night," she said softly as she moved so close to me that our chest and thighs were touching. I swallowed roughly as she brought her hand up and rested it on my hip.
"I would have kissed you more," she said, leaning in and placing a soft kiss on the corner of my mouth.
"I would have held your body up against mine longer so I could feel every inch of you," she whispered against my cheek as she wrapped her other arm around my waist and pulled me up tighter against her.
Her hand that rested on my hip slid up the side of my body. It grazed up my ribs and brushed against the side of my breast until her palm was flat over my heart.
"I would have touched you everywhere and took the time to feel your heart beat against my hand."
I licked my lips and tried to control my breathing. God, I loved the way she smelled, the way she spoke and her hands on me. How had I lived so long without these things?
"Most of all, I would never have taken even one sip of alcohol that night so that every single moment with you would have been etched into my brain and the memory of how your skin felt against my hands would be clear as a bell."
I was certain she could hear the pounding of my heart echoing through the room. I knew she could feel how fast it was beating with each word she spoke.
"Fuck, Jennie," she muttered. "Just being close to you drives me crazy."
She bent her knees slightly and then pushed up against me so I could feel exactly what she was talking about. Both my hands flew to her shoulders in an effort to hold on and pull her closer. My one leg automatically lifted to wrap around her waist and bring her closer to me. Her lips ghosted over my neck, and I was pretty sure I moaned. When she was back by my ear she whispered, "If this is too much, too soon, just tell me to stop and I will."
Was it too soon? Was I acting like a complete slut right now rubbing myself all over her? I was a mother for fuck's sake.
A mother that had never been laid properly and was horny as fuck.
"If you stop, I will straight up murder your ass," I whispered as her lips found their way to mine and connected.
No sooner had our mouths collided when I felt her tongue gently push its way past my lips. I slid my tongue against her, and she moaned into my mouth, pushing her hips into me harder. I was tingling all over like in some cheesy romance novel. My breasts were heaving and my loins were quivering.
I HAD QUIVERING LOINS!
I felt like I was going to explode if she didn't touch me. I wanted her to touch me so much it almost hurt. I am so not good at dirty talk. Just the thought of saying "touch my *ack* pussy" made me want to cringe. I could try "let your fingers do the walking". Or maybe "put your digits in my divot."
Focus Jennie!
Oh my God her tongue was like magic. Where the hell did she learn to kiss? I bet her dad taught her.
Wait no. That sounded gross.
Jesus, I was turning into a puddle of goo and so was my underwear.
TOUCH MY VAGINA!
If I screamed it in my head maybe she'd figure it out. Her tongue circled mine and her hand went down to my ass to slide me up and down against her hardness.
PUT YOUR HAND ON MY VAG!
My leg slid down her hip and the feel of the rough denim of her jeans against my bare thigh made me whimper. She walked us backwards and pushed me up against the wall of the storage room, deepening the kiss and slowing it down at the same time. My hands were clutching the hair at the back of her neck so hard I think I pulled some out by the roots.
Her hand that was palming my ass moved away and I almost yelled in frustration until I felt her slide it around to the front of my thigh and slowly inch it up towards the hem of my shorts.
OH MY GOD SHE'S GOING TO TOUCH MY VAGINA!
Did I remember to put on sexy underwear and not period panties? You know what I'm talking about. The ginormous granny panties that you only wore when the crimson tide is flowing. The ones you'd never allow anyone nor beast to see.
She broke the kiss as her fingers snuck under the leg of my shorts and – Oh thank you sweet baby Jesus and the wise guys, I just remembered I put a Victoria's Secret thong on when I got dressed earlier.
"I know this doesn't make up for the shittiness of that night, but I want to make you feel good, Jennie. Can I touch you?" she asked softly against my lips while she looked into my eyes.
Could she not feel my quivering loins and the brain screams?
I need your fingers inside me!
Yep, you guessed it.
"Fuck. That was the hottest thing I have ever heard."
I didn't have time to be mortified that I'd spoken out loud. She was doing what I asked and her hand was sliding all the way under the edge of my shorts until I felt her fingers slide up the front of my underwear.
"Holy fuck," I muttered and jerked my hips into her hand.
No one had ever touched me like this. I thought touch was all the same and brought on the same feelings whether it was a guy or myself fumbling around down there.
Clearly I was mistaken.
Lisa's fingers moving up and down ever so slowly against the thin scrap of satin made me want to scream my head off in pleasure.
"I can feel how wet you are," she whispered as her fingers moved to the side and toyed with the edge of my underwear.
Hearing dirty talk from other people always made me blush and feel embarrassed for them and the weird stuff that came out of their mouths. I mean really, can they hear themselves? It's corny and all "fuck me harder big boy" and "oh you're so tight baby". Who says that crap? Obviously I had been missing out on Lisa's dirty talk. It was hot. And I didn't want her to stop. She could talk about how tight, wet and fan-fucking-tastic I was all night long. She placed several small kisses to my lips as she took her sweet time working her fingers under the thin scrap of material and used the heal of her hand to push the leg of my shorts open wider to give her better access. I held my breath and tried not to think about the fact that I'd never had a guy touch me like this. That was just sad, really. And even more depressing was the fact that I was feeling sorry for myself when her fingers were getting ready to go for a swim at the Y.
I broke up the pity party when I felt two of her fingers come in contact with my bare, wet skin.
"Oh my God," I mumbled, letting my head fall back against the wall with a thud.
Yep, much better than my own fingers. My own fingers were now going to feel like Sinbad's hands in the movie Houseguest when she gets Novocain all over them and they flop around like dead fish, knocking shit off of the table. Her fingers were smooth and soft and holy fuck they were touching me, feeling just how much I wanted this and that Doyeon forced me get waxed regularly.
Note to self: apologize to Doyeon for calling her a Sadistic Vagina-Nazi Bitch every time she made a Brazilian wax appointment for me. Because of her dedication to my who-ha, Lisa doesn't have to discover a wildebeest in my pants right now and stop what she's doing to go in search of a weed whacker.
She swooped in and placed an open-mouthed kiss on my neck and slowly pushed a finger inside of me, letting her thumb rest against my clit while she gave me time to adjust to what she was doing.
She held her finger perfectly still inside me, and I clutched harder onto the back of her head and pushed my hips forward, making her finger go in deeper and her thumb slide against me.
This was too much and not enough and I felt like this was going to be over long before I wanted it to because the way she moved her fingers was pure genius. And that was just shocking in and of itself. I always needed a full reel of clips from porn movies flipping through my mind in order to finish. I couldn't think about anything but what she was doing to me right now. Naughty Neighbors, MILF Madness - none of those were necessary.
She started pushing and pulling her finger in and out of me slowly and did some glorious maneuver where she curled her finger before she started pulling it out that made me want to pant like a dog and lick the side of her face. Her lips and tongue found every inch of my neck and her thumb circled faster until I was rocking my hips into her hand almost forcefully.
I was whimpering and moaning and I didn't have time to be embarrassed that I sounded kind of like a dirty slut or that there was a real live guy who was really touching my vagina because I was really one second away from exploding.
Really.
She pulled her finger out of me and used the pad of two fingers to circle my clit until I completely fell apart against her hand.
"Ohhh, oh, God! Fuck. Lisa!"
Her fingers didn't stop and she swallowed my cries with her mouth while I pushed against her hand, never wanting this feeling to stop. I made all kinds of noises into her mouth while she continued to kiss me and pull every ounce of my orgasm out of me until my legs were trembling and I could barely stand. When I stopped moving my hips and the last of my release faded away, she pulled her hand out from my shorts and wrapped her arm around me, kissing me slowly, letting her tongue lazily slide against my own. I didn't know how long we stood there in the storage room wrapped in each other's arms kissing. I could have spent hours kissing her and never come up for air.
We finally pulled our mouths apart and stood there staring at each other.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I should have done that five years ago," Lisa said with a smile.
"Baby, if you would have done that five years ago, I would have handcuffed my vagina to your arm and made you do that to me every single day."
Lisa laughed and then her face immediately got serious.
"Jennie, I need to ask you something. And it's really important."
Oh my God, she was going to ask me to have a threesome. Or tell me she was really from Canada and needed a green card and that's the only reason she was here. Oh shit, what if she didn't like my vagina? Did it feel funny? I should have felt around down there more often. My gyno never complained. In fact, she told me I had a very nice uterus. Why the hell didn't Lisa like my vagina? Shit, what if she was into dendrophilia and liked to have sex with trees?
"I'd like to spend some time with Gabi."
I knew she was going to say that.
"It's okay if you don't feel comfortable with me being alone with him just yet since he really doesn't know me. But I'd like to come over and see him."
I couldn't stop the smile that took over my face. Not only did her fingers deserve a major award, like a leg lamp or a national monument erected in her name, (heh, heh, erected!) she actually took the initiative and asked to spend time with Gabi - even after getting punched in the nuts and threatened with the two finger eye-watching signal.
Gabi would finally get to hang around someone other than my father and Jim.
And I'd get to have Lisa tiptoe through the twolips again soon.