"I'll find us somewhere to sit," my mom yelled over the throbbing music, "you girls go ahead to the bar."
Aziza grabbed my hand and guided me through the crowd. We squished in at the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender to acknowledge us. Aziza's hand rested on my back, right above my butt. I leaned into her, smiling at her.
She moved forward, eyes locked on my lips but hesitated. I cocked my head to the side, questioning. She leaned forward, her lips to my ear so I could hear.
"We've never really been publicly affectionate, I don't want to cross a boundary of yours," she spoke, sounding unsure, a rare occasion for her.
I nodded my head. She wasn't wrong. We never did publicly show ourselves to be anything other than friends. I leaned closer to her ear.
"I know, I know but I want you to kiss me right now," I whispered into her ear, my lips trailing down the side of her neck.
Her hand slid up my back to my neck, pulling me to her lips. She kissed me softly, her hand firmly resting on my cheek and neck. I smiled against her lips, happy she gave me what I wanted. I brought my hand to her waist, pulling her even closer. I heard a throat clear. I pulled away first.
The bartender was smiling, "What can I get you ladies tonight?"
I ordered a classic margarita. Aziza being who she is asked for the bartender to make her something special with a high shelf reposado. I texted my mom, she wanted whatever I was getting.
"Take my card," I yelled, "we can start a tab."
"Don't worry, tonight is on me," Aziza smiled. She handed me and my mom's drink.
"I'll come find you in a minute," she turned back to the bartender.
I made my way through the crowd. I found my mom, near a corner. She seemed to be scoping out the area. She likely felt much safer with her back to a wall and a full view of the area.
"Did you count the exits?" I giggled, sliding her drink in front of her.
"Five so far," she smiled. She sipped her drink, nodding in approval. I did the same. Nothing beats a classic margarita.
"Where is Aziza?" Talia asked.
"She said she would come find us," I answered, "I assumed she was either opening a tab or paying."
"I should've given you my card, no need for two college kids to be paying for everything."
"Mom, it's fine," I stopped her from reaching for her card. I refrained from rolling my eyes. I may be grown but I am not dumb.
"Next round and the rest are on me," she cut her eyes, "I will not take no for an answer."
I raised my hand in surrender. We nodded along to the music, from time to time commenting on the song choice. We people watched, laughed and enjoyed ourselves. While we were giggling about, a guy sliding behind a girl to dance, a figure moved into our line of sight.
He was tall, built. He had on a fitting t-shirt and dark jeans. His hair falling into his eyes. His skin glowing under the lights of the club. He smiled warmly, his eyes mostly on my mom.
"You two must be sisters," he slurred. I rolled my eyes. My mom laughed, shaking her head.
"No," she said plainly.
"Hmmm," he hummed, "Truthfully, I wasn't sure how to approach a table with two beautiful women but I tried. My name is Jaxon." He put his hand out towards Talia.
"Talia," she shook his hand, "and this is my daughter, Calliope."
"Cal," I said, ignoring his hand.
"Can I get you a drink or on the dance floor?" He asked. She looked at me. I gave her a nod. She finished off her drink, and took his hand, dragging him out onto the dance floor. I watched her wrap her arms around his neck and I looked away.
I was not 100% used to my mom being with anyone but my dad. Yet I knew the circumstances we were in. She is a divorcee. She is still young in many of ways. She also deserves to let her hair down and have fun.
I felt eyes on me and turned in that direction. A girl, with long jet black hair was studying me. I gave her a quick look over. Well dressed. Short nails. She gave the vibe. I gave her a playful smile and looked away. In my peripheral I saw her place her glass down and come towards me.
I straightened up in my seat, ready for her to say hello. Just as I was about to turn in her direction, an arm wrapped around my waist.
"Sorry, I saw some folks I knew and got caught in a conversation," Aziza breathed, sounding a bit winded.
I turned slightly towards the girl who stopped in her tracks. She seemed to be searching for something in my face, to see if she could still approach. I slightly turned my head, waiting to see how bold she was. The confident air she had faltered a bit. This was a fun game for me though. She seemed to gather herself and continued approaching.
"Cal?" I heard Aziza.
"Hmm?" I turned to look at her.
"What are you…"
"Hi," the mystery girl stood in front of me, a slight accent. I could feel Aziza freeze beside me.
"I'm Darien," she smiled, only slightly acknowledging Aziza with her eyes.
"Cal," I nodded, "this is Aziza." I smiled. Aziza, never phased, just smiled and extended her hand. Darien shook it quickly and turned her gaze back to me.
"I saw you from across the bar over there, you're absolutely stunning," she leaned on the table.
"She is absolutely radiant," Aziza added, wrapping her arm further around my waist. Damn near pulling me into her lap.
"I don't mean to overstep but is this your girlfriend or…" Darien trailed off.
"Yes," Aziza answered before I could. I turned toward her glaring. She stared me down just the same.
"Ah I see," Darien nodded, "you two have a good night." She turned on her heels and walked away.
"What was that?" I asked
"What?" Aziza asked, turning her drink up.
"What do you mean what?" I asked, grabbing her chin to look at me, "You saying you're my girlfriend." She smirked.
"Tonight I am," she smiled.
"You aren't," I jabbed back. For a second I saw that look in her eyes. The one from the night before when I turned her down in the conversation about being something more. She quickly recovered, masking it.
"Alright, if you want to go talk to Darien, be my guest," she shrugged and turned her focus out to the dance floor. She seemed to be scanning the room, searching. I watched her. I am sure she felt my eyes on her but she didn't look at me.
"Aziza," I stated plainly. She side eyed me.
"Stop ignoring me," I huffed.
"I don't get you sometimes Cal," she shook her head. I scooted my chair closer and she seemed to move back some.
"One moment, you want me. You're calling me. You're kissing and touching me," she turned to me, creating more space, "and the next moment, you're mad because I called you my girlfriend. I can't keep doing this with you." She shook her head.
I reached for her hand, but she pulled away. I grabbed it anyway. I wanted her to look at me. Eventually she did.
"Aziza, I care about you, deeply. More than I meant to but I do," I sighed, "I simply don't know how to be in a relationship with you when I cannot tell you everything."
"What are you so afraid to tell me?" She asked, her eyes searching mine.
"Can we table that for tomorrow? This isn't the best time or place to have this conversation," I pleaded. She just looked at me.
"Tell me this," she softened, "do you want me or am I just sex to you?" She cocked her head to the side. I studied her face, her beautiful full features. Her eyes were damn near pleading with me.
"You're more than sex," I sighed, the tension leaving both of our bodies.
"Then I will wait for you to be ready, I know you will be," she kissed the top of my nose softly. I took that moment to breathe her in, she smelled sweet.
I shifted, sliding my leg between hers, pulling her closer to me. My lips were instantly on her neck, pressing soft kisses everywhere I could manage. There is something so delicate, something that makes me absolutely feral kissing her anywhere on her body but especially her neck.
Her hands slid up my thighs, finding their way under my skirt. I spread my legs slightly, giving her a bit more access to me.
"Calliope," she whispered. I was engrossed in her. Her smell engulfed me. Her hands were making me dizzy.
"Aziza!" We pulled apart. Standing in front of us was Nicole. I turned to look at her and her smile dropped.
"Oh, hey Calliope," she looked between the two of us. I moved to untangle ourselves. Aziza just smiled at her and began talking like nothing was going on. I shifted but she kept her hand on my thigh under the table.
"What are you up to tonight Nicole?" Aziza asked. She moved to sit down at the table next to her. I tried to move Aziza's hand so Nicole didn't see. Instead she slapped at my hand and continued to caress the soft skin with her thumb.
"I need to go find my mom and the bathroom," I quickly interjected. Nicole smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Aziza gave me a look and I shrugged. She is the one who likes the girl and now doesn't want me to leave.
I quickly stood, adjusting my skirt.
"You look so good Calliope! I wish I looked like that," Nicole looked to Aziza with puppy dog eyes. I wanted to roll my eyes but I refrained.
I smiled at her compliment and scanned the crowd for my mom. She was nuzzled up on the side of the wall. This Jaxon guy was trying his hardest. She finally caught my eyes and smiled. She pushed past him to come to me.
"It seems like you're having a good time," I quipped and she laughed.
"Eh he is cute but I am not taking him home with me," she laughed loudly.
"Are you drunk Talia Burns?" I gasped, poking her side.
"Me? Drunk? No never that," she giggled.
"Come on I need to go to the bathroom," I grabbed her hand and she walked with me.
"Calliope, honey, I think you should just got for it with Aziza," she smirked, "you both obviously like one another and it's been years since Juliette." She grabbed my face to really look at me.
"You deserve to be happy baby, seriously," she kissed my forehead.
I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if there was really anything I could say. Of course my mom loved Aziza, who wouldn't? Yet, I still feel like Juliette is connected to me. I am not sure I can give my whole self to someone when part of me is still wherever the hell she may be.
I was washing my hands, lost in thought when Nicole came in behind me. She looked sheepish.
"You two look good together. I figured there was something going on," she looked down. I looked at her through the mirror.
"Nicole, she likes you. I know she does. I don't know we just…I don't know," I shrugged. She nodded her head.
"I'm not sure how to compete with you," she answered.
"Well, you shouldn't be competing with me at all. Listen," I said turning to face her, "make your feelings known to her. Let her know and just see where it goes."
"I would but I saw how she looks at you…how she touches you, I can't," she shook her head.
"Can't what?" I asked, curious.
"I know she doesn't look at me like that," she frowned.
"Ladies, everything okay?" Talia asked and Nicole stepped back. I stepped towards Nicole. Unsure of how to console her.
"I'm sorry," I hugged her and she hugged me back. I patted her back.
I could feel my mom's eyes but she wasn't going to intervene. I genuinely felt bad for Nicole, she had been obviously into Aziza and yet I was the one touching her and tasting her. It was sort of fucked up of me.
"Well, enjoy your night. I will see you guys around," Nicole smiled sadly and went into the bathroom stall.
My mom and I walked out, she fell into a fit of giggles. I was confused.
"I don't know if I should be proud or just shake my head at you," she giggled, "she was so sad."
"I know! I knew she liked her but sheesh," I shook my head.
"I told you - you and Aziza look good together," she grabbed my hand, "whatever about our family history, the crazy shit no one would believe is true, I think she would."
"And if she doesn't?" I asked.
"Fuck her," she shrugged and we burst into a fit of laughs. "Speak of the devil," she whispered.
Aziza practically glided towards us. It wasn't lost on me how people were drawn to her. Women and men looked at her with lust. She just had that air about her but her focus was entirely on me. I shifted, giving myself a little friction because she was so effortlessly sexy and I was always turned on by her.
"I was wondering how long you'd be gone," she smiled grabbing my hand, "you two want to go somewhere else?" She asked. We nodded. I guess she already closed out her tab.
Jaxon stopped my mom on our way out and gave her his number. He told her to call him whenever, he'd love to see her again. Aziza took us to some other places nearby.
We danced. We laughed. We drank. We had a good time.
I checked my phone, it was already after one in the morning. I felt too good to let the night end but I knew I couldn't take Aziza home and have my way with her if mom was there. We were practically dry humping on the dance floor. I had no idea where my mom was, it was just me and Aziza for all I knew. Nothing else mattered.
My eyes were heavy, thanks to the alcohol and sheer lust emanating off of me. I wrapped my arms around her neck, to pull her closer to me. I went to say something to her when I saw her. I saw the long, brown hair. Her full smile. Her. I gasped, pulling back.
"What? What's wrong?" Aziza asked grabbing me, and looking behind where I was focused.
I blinked. It was just some random girl I had never seen. I felt the hair prickle on my neck. I swear it was her.
"Calliope, are you okay?" I heard my mom to my left. I looked at her, like a deer caught in headlights. It's like she knew.
"Maybe we should go," she wrapped her arm around me, "Aziza will you get us an Uber. I'll close us out," she said walking with me to the bar.
I asked for another shot to shake the feeling. My mom seemed hesitant to agree but she let me. I let the burn on the alcohol quiet the alarm in my head. It was just a figment of my imagination. I am okay. It isn't her. She isn't here.
"Mom, I think I need to do another severance," I whispered. She frowned. She studied my face. Worry, anger, fear, and something else crossed her face.
"We'll get it figured out baby. Right now, let's just get home," she smiled tightly.
"Uber is here," Aziza popped up, "Everything okay?" She asked. We nodded. I took her hand and followed behind my mom.
I needed a distraction. The alcohol only numbing so much. I needed to not think about her. I only needed to focus on the girl in front of me, the one I knew could take my mind off of anything.
We slid in the backseat of the Uber. My mom was in the front, with our exceptionally chatty driver. She wasn't paying us any attention. I leaned into Aziza. She wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I lazily drew lines up and down her bare thigh. Her breath caught in her throat. I slid my hand further up. I looked at her, challenging her.
"You wont," she whispered. I smiled. Yes I would.
I slid my hand further, fingers teasing the edge of her thong. She bit her lip, briefly closing her eyes. I smiled to myself. I let my fingers run over the front of her, she was hot. Most importantly, she was wet. I could feel it through the thin material. I brought my eyes back to her. She bit back a moan.
"Stay quiet, beautiful," I whispered.
I softly caressed her, her heat and her wetness igniting a fire in me. I needed her. I wanted to consume her. I slid the wet fabric to the side, my finger tips immediately finding her clit. She sucked in a breath. The music just loud enough to cover it.
She whispered a quiet curse as I softly circled her. I felt it grow firm against my fingers. I slid my fingers down, teasing her. I gathered her wetness and brought it back up, circling again. Her hips slowly moved with me. She was gripping at my ponytail, tugging softly. I was lost in her.
"We're here," the driver broke our trance. I slid my hand from under her skirt. Her hooded eyes found mind. I sucked those fingers into my mouth, savoring the taste of her. She damn near snatched me out of the car.
"You two go on up, I am going to head to my hotel since it isn't far," she smiled somewhat knowingly. I felt my face heat up. How embarrassing for your mom to realize you want to ravish this girl? I should feel shame but all I could really focus on was Aziza's hand running up and down my bare back, all the way down to grip my ass.
"Please let me know when you're in and safe," I reached in and hugged her, "I won't go to sleep until you do."
She hummed in response, saying sure before laughing. Again, shame. But I was took distracted by the very fine woman fidgeting beside me, ready to ravish me too.
"Talia, it was a blast tonight, I am glad we all got to get together," Aziza gave her charming smile and Talia returned it.
"It was fun," she responded, "you two get inside please. I love you Calliope."
"I love you mom."
We wasted absolutely no time getting into the elevator and up to my apartment. We were quiet, the tension loud enough to drown out any conversation we could have. Her mouth was on me as soon as I closed the door to my apartment.
"I've been wanting to take you out of these clothes since you put them on," she took me in with her eyes. She was hungry for me.
I undid the tie behind my neck, letting the shirt fall to show my bare chest. The coolness of my apartment hardened my nipples even more. She groaned. She quickly took off her shoes. She lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around her waist.
I kissed her languidly, taking my time to taste her and explore her mouth. She dropped me on my bed. She removed my shoes, running her hands along my legs, placing soft kisses as she did. She slid up my body, taking my shirt off the rest of the way. She removed my skirt. She sat back, admiring all she had done to get my naked. I felt sexy with her watching me.
I was in for a good night.