(This is part 6 in a series. The previous installments can be found on my profile.)
"You said you're here until Monday too?" Jess asks me, uncurling her legs from the post-orgasmic fetal position she has been coiled into. Stretching, and then turning onto her side to face me.
I slink down, from my own seated position and lie face her, "Yeah, I don't live far, but yeah I'm in the hotel until Monday. You?" I am lying in her wet spot, and I don't care. Watching her naked body next to me, recovering from the squirting orgasm she just had.
"Yeah, we are here until Monday," she smiles, "We live about 4 hours from here though. This is a working weekend for Rob," she pauses for a second at the mention of her husband, I can't quite read the tone behind it. "And a fun weekend for me."
"Are you having fun?" I ask, glancing toward the soaked sheet underneath my hip.
Jess's steely blue eyes glint, as she looks toward the wet spot, and then back at me, "God, could you imagine if I said I wasn't?"
"I'd be pretty bummed honestly," I tell her, dropping what little guard I have up at this point. Rolling onto my back, taking a deep breath, and then exhaling slowly. "I am really enjoying myself. This is the first time I've felt, I don't know, more than just sexual or horny or whatever since my daughter was born. Like I've had sex since then. I've definitely masturbated since then." I laugh, looking briefly at my toys--some of which have fallen off the bed--then back up at the ceiling.
Jess is quiet, soft and attentive.
"I just haven't felt, desirable? Maybe? I don't know. It's been a year of no sleep, breastfeeding, spit up, and stress. I just feel like a cow and like..." I stop myself, realizing I'm unloading a lot of personal information and that I have probably killed the mood. "Sorry, that's...a lot."
"Hey," Jess reaches toward me, resting her hand on my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. It's reassuring and arousing at the same time. "It's normal. It's hard though, that first year is super hard, and you are desirable."
I turn to my head to look at her. She's smiling softly at me. Her hair is a mess. She's fucking adorable. I smile back at her, reaching to smooth out her mussed up hair. "Thank you," I say, "I feel more confident in that after your, uh, enthusiasm today."
She swats my thigh gently, and pulls away, feigning embarrassment. "Listen," she scolds mockingly, "This was obviously just an average Saturday morning, don't get a big head about it."
"Well damn," I laugh, "if this is how you spend all your Saturday mornings, then we definitely need to be friends because I'd like to hang out on Saturdays." My own clit still achingly unsatisfied, throbbing as I replayed her multiple orgasms in my own mind.
She laughs, standing up--a little wobbly--and walking to the mini fridge to pull out a bottle of water "Is it okay if I take this? I'll bring you one from ours to replace it."
I nod, waving my hand in a go-ahead gesture. Ours. As in hers and her husband's. I'm still horny, but the reality of this woman's life is slowly filtering into my mind. I feel guilty? Nervous? I'm not sure. But I really like Jess, she feels like a friend and I feel like I should check in. "So, your husband is Rob?" I ask, casually, not sure how she'll respond.
She tenses, subtly, and then unscrews the top of the water bottle, taking a sip. "Yes," she glances at the wall for a second then back at me. That tells me what I need to know.
"I take it he didn't know you were going to meet up with me," I say.
She shakes her head, "No."
The ache between my legs lessening, starting to be replaced by a slight pit in my stomach. "I know you said you hadn't been with a woman before, but is you playing with other people something he knows about?"
She lets out a little breathe, moves back to the bed, and sits on the far corner. She inhales sharply, "I never have before...this," she waves her hand gesturing to me and herself and the bed, "I...This...Fuck." Her eyes drop, and I can see anxiety behind them for the first time since we met.
"This just kind of happened," I finish her thought, pulling the sheet up to cover myself. Feeling shyer now, and also wanting to take away the pressure of my own arousal from her, seeing her own thoughts racing behind her eyes. I enjoyed making her cum, but more than that I enjoyed her presence. When we had joked about becoming best friends, to me something about that didn't feel entirely like a joke.
She nods, reaching for the robe I had been wearing last night and pulling it on to cover her own body. "Yeah. Fuck, I'm sorry," she says, tying the robe shut. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I should have, fuck I don't know what I should have done. Told you? Not done this? I'm sorry. I got carried away in all of it, it was so hot. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry," I return, "I should have checked in. You mentioned him, and I assumed. I should have asked. Or not let you get carried away. I don't know. I did too."
We both sit on the bed, holding eye contact, but neither of us certain where to go next. Finally, she asks "Do you want me to go?"
"Honestly, not at all" I reply, my whole body aching at the thought of her leaving. "I meant what I said about feeling like we could be close friends. And I don't want to do anything that's gonna hurt you. So if the rest of this afternoon we just hang out, as friends, I would really like that. I'll take your lead. I don't want to do anything more that you think might cause problems for you, or you and Rob."
She smiles, looking relieved, "That sounds good, because I really think we could be good friends, too." She scoots back up the bed to sit next to me against the headboard, then she turns "Should we put clothes on?"
I shrug, "I'm taking your lead."
She cocks her head to the side for a moment, contemplatively, playfully. "Well, I mean," she continues, "I've seen and been naked around enough of my friends that I don't think we have to. Not unless you want."
"I'm good without them," I smile, slipping out from under the sheet, standing up, and walking toward the closet. "But I am going to put on the other robe," I say as I slip my arms into it leaving it open in front, turning back to her.
"Are you hungry?" I ask, and notice her eyebrow arch slightly, smirking. "Shut up," I laugh, rolling my eyes, "I mean actually hungry. Do you want to order something and just chill? What time are you doing dinner?"
"Not til 8:30," she replies, "I could eat."
"Wouldn't know," I quip nodding down toward my own pussy, and her jaw drops. "Kidding! Too soon?"