Eira
Eira was seriously pissed. They had started planning this trip with their friends almost a year ago, Jama had plenty of time to tell his work that he needed off.
"That's not fair Eira" she said to herself. She knew that he had let them know that he would need to be off, there was just some "big project" oooo... that could not wait. Some client or other and they just HAD to have her husband on it. Bullshit. She also knew it was not his fault, Jama had been working for close to ten years to make partner at the firm -- longer than he had even known her. He could not just back out of things when he was this close.
Fine. She would not go either then. They could not get their money back -- their friends were counting on them to cover their part of the condo so everyone could afford the amazing place they had rented. They were headed to New Orleans for the New Year, and this was supposed to be a change for them; something for them to explore together. Eira had never been any further south than New Jersey, and Jama, well... Jama was FROM close to the equator, but his parents had immigrated from Nigeria when he was little, and he had spent most of his life in the City just like she had. New York was wonderful at the holidays, but they were looking for something different. When her friend Amy suggested this couples' trip to the Big Easy, she and Jama had jumped at the chance. Not only were Amy and Mark going, but their friends Enrique and Margi were going too. It was going to be amazing, or at least it WAS until Jama could not go. Yep. Pissed.
She guessed she needed to tell Amy and Margi. They were going to be pissy too; nothing for it. She picked up her phone and called Amy first, she could help her with Margi. She could be a little fireball sometimes, validating all the stereotypes about redheads.
Amy picked up almost right away, "Hey girl."
"Hey Amy, you have a second?" Eira asked.
"Sure, what's up?"
"Amy, Jama can't go to New Orleans. He has some big client that just fucking 'had' to have him on the project." Eira was not controlling her temper at all.
"On no sweetie. Well, that really sucks. Can he meet us for part of the trip at least?" Amy was keeping her tone positive; she was always a 'bright side' person.
"No. So, listen Amy, I do not think that I am going to go either."
"Whoa, hang on."
"We'll still pay our part; I just do not think that I want to go explore some new city without Jama" Eira said.
"That's not what I am worried about Eira. I think that you need this too. You left your job, what, six weeks ago?" Amy asked.
Eira interrupted whatever Amy was going to say next, "Yeah, but looking for a new one is going well. I am in interviews with two companies and one of them is even remote."
"That sounds terrible," Amy said flatly.
"What? Why?"
"Because Eira. Because you are an extrovert, even if you do not like to admit it. Working from home, with no people around? No way, you would lose your mind." Amy was being far more direct than Eira was used to, she must really want Eira to go.
"Maybe you are right, but regardless the job hunt is going well."
"Yeah, but you have been in that apartment doing what for the last six weeks?" Amy was really pushing her, maybe she should have called Margi first after all.
"You really want me to go, huh?"
"Yes Eira, I want you to go. I want you to get out and have some fun. You have been so, I don't know, tight? Since you left that awful agency -- well, really you have been tight since you started working there." Amy's words started coming out fast now, "And it got better after you quit, it did. But now you seem, flat maybe? I just think that you need this. I think it would do you good. Just don't make the decision without thinking about it some more?"
"I have been thinking about it, Amy."
"Do you want me to call Margi? Tell her I am on her side?" Amy was not playing fair.
"No, listen... I will think about it some more. I will talk with Jama about it more tonight, okay? Okay?"
"Okay, but you are going," This was a version of Amy she did not know. Eira changed the topic, and they discussed an upcoming ladies' night and where they might go.
***
Jama
Ding. Jama was pouring a cup of coffee when his phone pinged with a text message. It was Amy.
[You were right]
[She is trying to get out of going]
Yeah, that is what he figured, which was why he had enlisted Amy before he even told Eira.
[I pushed her to reconsider. I do not like being that direct with her. Or people.]
[I know, thank you Amy]
[Do you think you convinced her to go?]
[She said she would think about it and talk to you]
[Okay, I will encourage her again tonight]
[Really, thank you Amy]
[Okay, but you owe me]
Jama laughed out loud and typed one more text then slipped his phone back into the pocket of his suit pants. Back to the coffee, he poured his cup to the rim and took a small sip to keep it from spilling as he walked back to his office. He liked his coffee black and strong and these beans they had ordered from Guatemala were fantastic.
When he got back to his office, he pulled his phone out and sat down. No more texts from Amy. He turned to his computer and pulled up his calendar. He only had about an hour before he needed to be ten blocks up for a deposition. He had a few minutes, so he spun his chair around and looked out at the city. Eira and he had kind of been -- distant lately. He thought this trip would be good for her. Before he could get lost in his thoughts again though, his phone dinged again. Jama smiled and turned around to pick up his phone. His smiled turned to a look of mild annoyance as he saw the message.
[Jamabo you need to call your mom. She is getting cranky again]
It was his dad -- one of only two people who called him by his full name. He loved his mom, but being her only son, she was a little clingy to her 'baby' - even if her baby was in his thirties.
[Okay Baba, I will call her on my way home]
No response from his dad, but that was normal. His dad hated texting; he did not even really like phone calls. He said men should talk face to face. Before he forgot, Jama set a reminder in his phone to call his mom on his drive home tonight. He was almost out of time now, he needed to be early for the depo. He stood up and looked at himself in the full-length mirror. Tall, broad-shouldered, and trim, Jama focused on making sure his suit looked good. A black, bespoke suit from his tailor, it was cut to lay well and was a compliment to his black skin. The suit was straight black without pins or variation. His shirt was black with subtle stripes, and the tie was bone white with a white paisley texture. It might be a much, but the witness needed to know that he was not dealing with some second-rate firm from Jersey, that he could not withhold anything from his statement to Jama. He grabbed his coat and headed for the elevator.
Eira
It was a couple of weeks after the conversations with Amy, and Jama. As soon as she had brought New Orleans up, he started encouraging her to go without him. So, everyone was stacked against her. She guessed she was going to end up going. But she was not going to be happy about it. She was still in the bed even though it was after eight. She needed to get up and exercise. She just hated the treadmill, but the City was too cold and wet in late December to run outside.
She got up and put on a new workout set she had bought earlier in the week; it was a peachy-orange, and she really liked the way it looked against her creamy white skin. Her Nordic heritage meant that she was extra tall and sometimes it could be hard to find clothes that looked cute on her. The top was just a matching sports bra that compressed her breasts some, but not as much as some that squashed her b-cups into non-existence. The bottoms were a short that were just long enough come down over her cheeks. Maybe that was why it worked, because they were supposed to be longer on normal height women. She slipped them on and went to the treadmill.
Just a couple of minutes after she started the run part of her workout, she noticed that the front seam on the inside of her shorts was rubbing against her. She did not notice it when she was walking, but the running was making it rub - not much, but what little bit it rubbed was right against her clit. She told herself to just ignore it, but it felt quite good. It had been at least a couple of weeks since she and Jama had sex, and Eira was a bit horny as a result. They had been distant from each other for months. It was why she wanted this trip so bad. The rubbing was distracting enough that she could not even let herself dwell her and Jama's relationship. About twenty minutes in her run, she had to stop. She was really horny now after twenty minutes of having her clit rubbed.
She went to the bathroom and opened her bottom drawer and pulled out her dildo. It was long and thick, and fleshy pink colored - ironically. She stripped out of the workout clothes and got in the shower. She took the dildo and stuck it to the wall with the suction cup. Once she found the right height, Eira put some lube on her fingers and hand and slid her hand up and down the shaft. Once she had it slick, she added a bit more lube to her fingers. She took her fingers and put them on her clit rubbing in slow circles. It only took just a minute before she was very ready for the dildo.
Eira backed herself up to the thing and started pushing her pussy up against it. It was thick and it took a little coercion for it to slide into her. She slowly worked it in and out shallowly, then deeper to stretch herself to take the girth of it. Once she was ready, she stood with a bit of lean keeping it inside her, pushing into her from below. Eira started bouncing herself of the tile of the shower letting the dildo slide in and out a couple of inches. She sped up pushing it in and out; it felt good. Eira stayed like that for several minutes sliding it in an out of herself getting more and more worked up by the minute. Eventually she reached over and flipped the shower from the rain setting overhead to the wand. It was a slender thing that had about eight inches of water coming out of little sprayers. She took the wand and positioned it so the water would move back and forth over her clit as she moved.
"Oooooh" Eira said out loud. Her orgasm was building quickly now. She started pushing the dildo into herself again, bouncing forward and back. She had taken all 8 inches of it into her now. Within a just a couple more minutes her orgasm exploded over her. She had to lean back against the wall of the shower pushing the dildo all the way into her again as her body shook. Little, involuntary tremors shook her body in a jerky fashion as her orgasm played itself out. Once she stopped shaking, she pushed herself off the wall and let out a gentle "mmmm" as she slid the dildo out of herself.
