Note: This is chapter ten of a very long story. 28 chapters so far, with quite a ways to go before the tale is told. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, group sex, revenge sex, bisexuality and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.
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CHAPTER TEN -- Monday Night
We went immediately to my apartment. I threw a few days worth of clothes into a bag, pushed my cosmetics and toiletries into another bag, grabbed my laptop and a few other essential items.
"How much of this stuff do you want to bring home?" she asked.
Home, I thought, I have a new home.
I looked around at my apartment. There were some personal things I would want, but I didn't have a lot of attachment to much of it.
"Not much really. That rocking chair belonged to my mother and I'll want that, but I don't want any of the other furnishings. We don't need any of the kitchen stuff. It's really just clothes, books, photos and my personal stuff."
We left for Jana's loft in our own cars. I thought about the events of the past few days. A weekend filled with amazing sex, I had broken up with the boyfriend, had a new lover, had a new home and had made some major decisions about my life. Surprisingly, I wasn't unsettled anymore. My mind was peaceful.
We carried my bags in and set them down in the foyer.
Jana said, "I ordered Indian food on the way over. It should be here in a few."
Pleased at her thoughtfulness, I said, "Thank you, I'm famished."
"Have you picked out a bedroom yet?" Jana asked.
"Haven't given it one single thought." I replied. I suppose that I had simply assumed that we would share her bedroom.
Reading my mind, she gave me a little kiss and said, "I'm hoping that we'll sleep together, but you need your own room, so let's pick one out for you."
She is always a couple of steps ahead of me I thought.
She took me by the hand and walked me to the bedroom next to hers. It was furnished very contemporary with a clean, minimalist décor. Everything was done in stark white and brushed silver.
"I did this one for my brother Gregg when he comes to town. He usually stays here with me instead of the fam." she said.
I wrinkled up my nose. "It's gorgeous, but a little cold looking." I said.
"No, this is not the one for you."
We walked down the hall to the next one, separated by a big bathroom.
"I decorated this one for guests."
It was done in the contemporary style as well, but with a warmer color scheme. Pale yellow and pale orange with splashes of a smoky blue color.
"This is nice." I said, "I could see me in this one. I would move the bed over there under the window..." I trailed off, rearranging the room in my mind and thinking about colors and textures.
"Come down here before you decide." she said with a wide smile. She took my hand and we walked to the opposite end of the apartment.
As she opened the door, it occurred to me that I had never even been in this room. Barely even knew it was there. If she had asked me, I would have thought it was a closet. Honestly, I thought it was a three bedroom loft, not four.
"I decorated this one for you. I've always hoped that this day would come."
I was stunned. It was totally 'me'.
The doorbell rang. Jana walked off to answer the door. The food had arrived.
I walked into the room and looked around. A corner room with windows on two walls, it was sunny and bright in the late afternoon sun, with a stunning view of the river from one side, and downtown from the other. It was almost as big as my entire apartment.
The décor was vintage mid-50's modern. The furnishings were all pale blonde wood with chrome trim. It was painted a rich, medium yellow-green that seemed to blaze with warm light where the late afternoon sun hit it. It was done with medium-blue on some of the trim, and a bright orange, vintage loveseat next to the enormous walk-in closet.
There were several pieces of art on the walls that color-coordinated perfectly, but weren't simply decorator art chosen to match the color scheme, this was real art. One of them was particularly beautiful. It was an impressionist piece that depicted two teenaged girls having a picnic in the late afternoon sun. The long, cool blue shadows that the girls cast coming into the foreground, drawing you into the painting. It was stunning and somehow familiar.
The private bathroom was roomy and bright with touches of yellow, orange and pale blue. It had a big Jacuzzi bath, a separate shower and an enormous make up counter with professional lighting and a cute little chair to sit in.
The whole thing was perfect. It was feminine without being frilly. I loved every detail.
Jana called out from the dining room, "Dinner is on the table!"
I spun and bounded out of the room and bounced into her arms. "It's perfect. I love it!"
We kissed, our lips hungry.
"How did you know?" I asked over dinner.
"I've been paying attention for a long time now." she said. "Every time we've shopped together, I've made a mental note of what you like."
"I can't believe how perfect it is."
"I'm really pleased you like it."
Finishing dinner, in the kitchen cleaning up, I brought up something I had been wanting to ask. "I'm not your first, am I?"
She looked down into the sink where she was rinsing a dish, and then into my eyes. "No."
