Part 29 (1/2)
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A wonderfully gooey sensation filled the pit of Liddy's stomach, then it growled loudly. ”I'm starved.”
”Me too.”
”Breakfast?”
”What a good idea.”
Liddy thought about the contents of her refrigerator. ”Want to go out?”
”Why don't I make you breakfast at my place? I need to check on my critters.”
Liddy was deeply pleased. Going out meant their time together might end. Besides, she was willing to bet that being seen at any local breakfast place in Iowa City was certain to make the rumor mill.
They'd be the local gossip by noon. ”I'd love that.”
”Do you want to shower first?”
”If I can stand up. Join me?”
”I'd love to.”
They stood under the hot water together, taking turns shampoo-ing each other's hair and was.h.i.+ng each other's back. When Marian started to run the soap over her own b.r.e.a.s.t.s, Liddy s.n.a.t.c.hed it away.
”Please, you need help with those. b.r.e.a.s.t.s get so filthy and yours are simply atrocious.”
Marian chuckled and leaned back to allow Liddy's touch. Once the soap was rinsed away, Liddy flicked the inviting nipples with her tongue.
Laughing, she looked up at Marian. ”I would really like to do this, but I find I'm more interested in the water.”
Marian pulled her up for a joyous kiss. ”I'm thirsty too.” Her tongue licked over Liddy's lips. Liddy s.h.i.+vered as she recalled Marian's tongue between her legs last night. Marian made a sound that was almost a growl, then her tongue took possession of Liddy's mouth.
This can't be happening, Liddy thought. It just can't. Marian's hands gripped her waist firmly, and then the shower wall was at her back. It was like the first time, against the door. Hot, hard and explo-sive.
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”I've got you,” Marian said, when Liddy's feet slipped. ”I've got you. Let it go for me.”
Liddy's voice became a wail. ”f.u.c.k me, oh, don't stop.” She said more, pleaded, and felt the waves of o.r.g.a.s.m start in the small of her back.
Marian answered in a low, intense voice that cut through the sound of water and Liddy's racing heart. ”I'm not going to stop, you know I won't. I love being inside you. Emma . . . yes . . . Emma, I've got you.” Then words were lost in a frantic kiss.
Emma, Liddy mused a few minutes later, with her head still on Marian's shoulder, was obviously multi-o.r.g.a.s.mic. Wherever the h.e.l.l Emma had come from, it felt fantastic. Marian made her feel different, made her feel alive in ways she never had before. Emma was a lucky woman. She giggled.
”All right, let's dry off and get some food.”
Marian directed Liddy to the house, but didn't realize until the Hummer was in the driveway that it would announce-early on a Monday morning-that she and Liddy had spent the night together.
There was no way any of her friends, including Hemma and Amy, would interpret its presence any other way.
Question was, she asked herself, did she care?
She watched Liddy's lithe body climb down out of the Hummer.
No, she decided, she really didn't care. Maybe s.e.x was the best therapy of all. She had let go of Hemma. She had no idea where things were going with Liddy, but she was free to ride the rollercoaster.
”This is Professor Hill. Down! Down! Sorry.” She pulled Hill off Liddy by the collar and admonished him. ”You know you're not supposed to do that.”
”He's a lover,” Liddy said. ”A La.s.sie dog.”
”Laddie, please. Hill may be fixed, but he's still very male.”
Marian realized there was a three-day acc.u.mulation of dishes in the sink. She never had gotten around to vacuuming. The early-morn-181 ing sunlight caught every piece of pet hair on the furniture. ”So, this is home. It's the maid's decade off.”
Liddy laughed. ”When I want to see the house, I'll make an appointment. Right now, I'd like to see some breakfast, please.”
She nearly offered ham and eggs, but remembered Liddy's diet preferences in time. ”Bagels? Cream cheese? I have some beautiful early strawberries from next door. Here, let me get the dog chow.”
”Everything sounds wonderful, except the dog chow.”
”Smart a.s.s.”
”I try. Shall I get plates?”
”Cupboard next to the fridge.”
Hill's bowl filled, Marian began a.s.sembling their small feast to the sound of his l.u.s.ty crunching. ”Do you like orange juice?”
”Gives me heartburn. Coffee would be good.”
”Oh, you got it. What a great idea.”
”Your dishes are beautiful, the way the blue washes into the red.”
Marian turned to admire them with Liddy. ”From my folks. Yeah, I've always liked the colors.”
She sliced the strawberries into a bowl and lightly sugared them before setting out knives for cutting bagels and spreading the cheese.
With the coffee plugged in, she shook Trombone's food container and the feline sidled into the kitchen, looking suspicious of the extra two-legged creature.
”This haughty creature is Trombone, just one, not seventy-six.”
She grinned, but Liddy looked blank. ”You know, from the musical?”
”You lost me.”
”The Music Man.”
”Oh, I've never seen it.”