Part 19 (1/2)
”Oh well, more for me!” Sam teased. ”I hope we didn't use all of that fudge sauce. Lots of things that I can think of to do with that fudge sauce!” she said seductively to Beth.
Chris tried to erase the mental picture that this brought to mind. Unfortunately, it only reminded her of the feeling of Lynn's tongue on her skin the night before.
”Well, I see that ten years of marriage hasn't slowed down your s.e.x drive, Sam,” Lynn said, trying to embarra.s.s Sam the way she had embarra.s.sed Lynn earlier.
Sam didn't even turn red before she struck back. ”And I don't think anything could slow down your s.e.x drive, Lynn!”
Lynn felt her face heat up once more. She should know better than to trade quips with Sam.
Lynn stood. ”Well, I think I'd better get out of here while some of my integrity is still intact!”
”No, Lynn, don't let her run you out of here!” Beth pleaded.
”I think you'd better leave, Lynn. I think my wife might just like your company better than mine!” Sam teased.
Lynn laughed, offered her hand to Chris, and pulled her up off the couch. ”No, we really need to get going, but thanks for the ice cream and the intriguing conversation,” Lynn said as the four walked to the door.
”Yes, thanks for everything!” Chris exclaimed. With that, the two left.
Beth leaned against the door after the two had departed and looked at Sam. ”I think she's a goner!” she exclaimed, referring to Chris.
Sam nodded. ”I think Lynn's a goner, too. I just hope she knows what she's doing.”
Beth waltzed over to Sam and took her hand. ”Well, I don't know if she knows what she's doing, but I know what I want to be doing.”
Sam read her mind. ”I'll go get the fudge sauce!”
Back at Lynn's place, Chris plopped down on the far side of the couch.
”You going to sit way over there?” Lynn said, mimicking Chris's question of the night before.
Chris mimicked back, ”I believe that it's probably safer that way.”
Continuing the game, Lynn replied, ”Safer for whom?”
Chris laughed and finished, ”Probably for both of us!”
They both smiled, knowing that the statement was true.
Chris threw Lynn the remote. ”Here, I know what happens when you don't have control.”
Lynn chuckled, getting the hidden meaning in that statement. Turning on the television, she began clicking through the channels. She stopped on a rerun of ”The d.i.c.k Van d.y.k.e Show” and looked over at Chris for approval. Chris nodded as she rubbed her neck. ”I have a little bit of a headache.”
”Do you want a ma.s.sage?” Lynn offered. ”Hmm* someone gave me one the other day* who was that* Jill, or Lisa* hmmm,” Lynn said teasingly.
Chris threw a pillow at Lynn. ”I knew it. I knew you'd forget my name as soon as my hands left your body.”
Lynn s.h.i.+vered with the thought of those hands on her body, then looked Chris straight in the eye. ”No, my dear. You, I will never forget.”
They both paused, and breaking eye contact, pretended to watch a commercial on the television. Lynn glanced back over at Chris, who was now ma.s.saging her temples.
”Come on.” Lynn motioned for Chris to sit in front of her on the couch. Then seeing the apprehension in Chris's eyes, Lynn raised her hand over her heart. ”I promise*my hands will be on their best behavior.”
Chris, remembering how Lynn's tongue felt on her skin the night before, replied, ”It's not just your hands that I'm worried about!” Moving across the couch, she settled in front of Lynn. Lynn slowly placed her hands on Chris's shoulders and began to gently rub. Her hands kneaded the tight muscles, starting on the shoulders and moving down Chris's arms to her hands. Lynn's fingers ma.s.saged through Chris's hair, stopped at her temples and continued down her neck. After half an hour, Lynn pulled away.
”How was that?” Lynn asked.
”Almost* o.r.g.a.s.mic!” Chris replied, surprising Lynn with her choice of adjectives.
”Just another satisfied woman,” Lynn joked.
Chris smiled, thinking Lynn didn't know how close she came to the truth. She leaned back against Lynn and brought the strong arms around her. Both were overcome with contentment.
”I need to stretch out a little,” Lynn said, finally deciding that she was too cramped in her position.
”Go ahead and lie down,” Chris replied as she let Lynn's arms loose.
Lynn stretched out on the couch. To her surprise, Chris stretched out right beside her, settling her head on Lynn's shoulder. Lynn brushed a strand of hair from Chris's eyes. ”So, what's aeChris'short for?”
Chris smiled. ”Christine,” she said with a sheepish grin.
”What's that smirk for?” Lynn questioned.
”Nothing, never mind* you'll laugh.”
Lynn acted hurt. ”I've never laughed at anything you've said!”
”Okay, okay.” Chris paused. ”Christine is my middle name. My first name is Edith. It's a family name.”
Lynn tried to hold back her laughter, but was unable. ”Sorry.” She chuckled. ”You just don't look like an Edith!”
”Thus the name Chris!” Chris pushed away from Lynn and nearly tumbled off the side of the couch. Lynn caught her just as she was going off the edge. Chris grabbed onto Lynn. The swift movement caused Chris to land tightly against the other woman. Lynn immediately loosened her hold, but Chris did not pull away.
The twinkle in Chris's eyes made Lynn feel a little uncomfortable.
”So* don't you have a middle name?”
Lynn grinned. ”Ashley. It's just so prissy sounding. I hate to be prissy.”
”Oh! Like that really surprises me!” Chris said sarcastically.
”I have a feeling that not much surprises you,” Lynn commented.
”I don't know.” Chris shrugged, then looked into Lynn's eyes. ”This past week has been hill of surprises.”
”Really?” Lynn asked. ”Like what?”