Ms Laura Pt 02 Ch 35

Chapter 35

It wasn't long after Ms. Laura left Emily and I went upstairs. Emotion was still heavy between us and it felt so wrong to both be naked. We got dressed and then met in the family room on the couch. I embraced her.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

I sighed, "No, you?"

"No," she replied, "I can't believe she didn't tell me."

I swallowed some emotion, "I haven't seen her in the past four years, but I've always had such an open relationship with her. The fact she had been hiding this is hard to believe."

"I know," Emily said her face buried in my chest, "she helped me so much and I thought we had such an intimate connection."

"We still do," I reminded her not sure if I believed it myself, "she just didn't want to upset us and ruin the mood this week."

It definitely would have been a buzz kill I thought to myself. My feelings about Ms. Laura were so confused. I saw her as a friend, a motherly figure, and a sexual being. All three of those things clashed in my head. I found it hard to reconcile the leather-clad dominatrix with the sick old woman upstairs. Emily's feelings about it seemed to be less complex. She started to cry and all I could do was hold her.

We stayed like that for over an hour before the clock struck five. We figured it was time to order the food and wake Ms. Laura. I got on the phone and Emily disappeared upstairs. Once the order was placed I found a spot in the study to sit and think.

The Christmas tree was still lit, but the spirit was gone. The complexity of emotions I felt weighed me down. I hesitated to say I loved Ms. Laura because the sexual aspect of our relationship seemed to change that word. It didn't feel like the familial sort of love you have for close kin, but it wasn't the carnal sense you have for your wife or girlfriend.

It all seemed semantic. I cared deeply for her. Knowing I was going to lose her hurt me. I thought about time and what we would have left. Should I do something for her, maybe make time after I got out of the military and before college? What about Emily? I had said I loved her and maybe we would start a relationship. It seemed silly now.

If I wasn't there would anyone be there for Ms. Laura? I didn't know much about her family to be honest. I started this week thinking Emily was her niece. I didn't even know if she had any nieces or nephews. Was she alone beside Emily and me? I felt a tear well up in my eye. I had to live in the moment I guessed. Be there for her when she needed it. There was no point in fretting.

The doorbell rang and I answered it. I found the pizza delivery guy and paid him. It wasn't long after I left I saw Emily heading down the stairs.

She put on a smile, "Ms. Laura will be down soon. She's just redoing her face."

I nodded silently.

"She told me a little more about her illness. She has years yet and that's if she doesn't get a transplant," Emily said softly.

I breathed a sigh of relief, "that's very good. She's a very strong woman and has a healthy lifestyle. I definitely think she has a good chance of getting the transplant."

"Yeah," Emily smiled wider, but it didn't show in her eyes, "There's a lot of hope."

I placed the pizzas on the table and found a seat inviting Emily to sit next to me. She did and I quickly stole a kiss on her cheek. She let out a little giggle.

"That honestly smells amazing," Ms. Laura said walking in.

She had changed her shirt but was still dressed in her conservative manner.

"I feel depleted and I think some greasy calories will hit the spot," she opened one of the boxes and took a piece, "I had plans to make dinner again for you guys. It's so rare I get to cook for people these days, but this will have to do."

"It's not a problem ma'am," I smiled taking my own slice, "everyone in the Army is a pizza fan."

"True!" Emily added.

"Good, let me get some plate for us," Ms. Laura disappeared into the kitchen and returned a second later with a set of small dishes, "Make sure you guys leave room for dessert."

"Oh, what is it?" Emily asked.

An evil grin crawled over Ms. Laura's face, "you."

Emily and I each raised an eyebrow.

We ate and talked for a time, trusting Ms. Laura didn't really mean we were going to eat Emily. Looking back that last dinner was the most at ease I had been at all week. The truth was out there, all of it. Ms. Laura explained her treatment and her chances, and it seemed she needed to just talk to someone about it. It also felt good we could be those someones.

Emily let it slip what I had said to her this morning. Ms. Laura, as she usually does, seemed to already know. I guess she just had an intuition about those things.

Finally, as it seemed we were done eating Ms. Laura stood up and went into the kitchen. She returned with what looked like a garbage bag, but I quickly realized was a painter's drop cloth.

"Clear the table you two," She instructed, "then get undressed."

As soon as we cleared the table Ms. Laura unfurled the plastic sheet over the table and chairs. I placed the half-empty pizza boxes in the kitchen and returned to Emily already taking off her bra.

"Once you're completely naked get on the table," Ms. Laura said doing a final straightening, "I've actually never done this believe it or not. It's never been part of the schtick."

"What are we doing?" I asked, for a second thinking we might actually be eating Emily.

Ms. Laura chuckled menacingly and then walked back into the kitchen. Emily was now completely naked and crawling up onto the table. A little hesitant about it taking our weight so I made sure. Solid oak and metal bracketed it seemed more than sturdy.

I then gave the now naked and position one Emily a glace. She was still beautiful. Her back was arched and her breasts were pushed out. My mouth watered a little thinking about her. I quickly stripped my clothes and joined her, facing her in the same position.

Ms. Laura returned and I suddenly realized what we were doing. I fought a smile to remain stoic. Ms. Laura placed on the table two cans of whip cream, a bottle of chocolate sauce, some plastic containers of jimmies, and one container of cut strawberries. I guess we were eating Emily.