The flight back home was not as awkward as it could have been; mainly because Logan was nowhere in sight. He must have flown back on a different plane, or walked for all she cared.
"Pussy." she thought angrily, though secretly she was confused and hurt by his sudden, unexplained departure last night and the fact that he was M.I.A. this morning.
She had been noticeably quiet, even for her, during the group breakfast and the pre-flight boarding. Mainly because she could not help speculating about what she had done wrong last night. What made Logan flee like she had yelled out a proposal of marriage during their sexual encounter? In the end, she assumed her late husband must have been right; she was a bad lay. There had been a lot of things she wanted to do and to try with Logan, last night. But things happened so quickly she did not have a chance to do much more than react and hang on for the ride, and what a glorious ride it was. She supposed to a man like him that was not good enough. Logan was probably used to all kinds of beautiful, sexy, sexually experienced women. Women who probably knew tricks and things she could not fathom. Her eyes flooded with tears of embarrassment and she slid her sunglasses from atop her head onto her face to hide herself from her nosy co-workers.
Lance in particular had taken an interest in her every facial expression and had already asked if she was alright 5 times that morning. He had also taken the seat next to hers and made a point to try and charm her the entire way home. It was unfortunate that she could not appreciate his charisma. He was kind of hot and was being so sweet. But Isa just wanted to get home, curl into a ball in front of her T.V. and pretend last night had never happened or at least had happened differently. Like maybe with her rocking his world hardcore. She thought sighing heavily.
Even though she did not want to think about what had happened between her and Logan, scenes, memories and even feelings continually crept up from her subconscious and startled her with their piercing clarity. Suddenly without warning she would feel a deep pull to her groin when she thought of the way Logan had felt on top of her, the sound of his deep, sexy voice moaning her name again and again, like a chant from his soul, the way he cried out her name, huskily, seconds before he started shaking violently and the intensity of his fucking increased. She relished the way her body felt as he held her tightly, each part of their bodies so closely entwined with every part of the others she could feel his heart pounding as his strong body shook and trembled against her.
Although things had moved quickly, there were moments she relived again and again. How firmly yet gently he held her face while he kissed her, the heady intoxication she felt as she breathed in his manly scent when he first pushed his thick member inside of her tightness. It had felt wonderful and right.
She had never felt that closeness to another person. She felt feminine when he seemed to be out of control because of their love making. She felt powerful when she realized it was her body squeezing him that had made him scream her name. She remembered sex with her husband as this ugly, shameful thing, especially toward the end, right before his death. Suddenly her stomach started to clench and that familiar feeling of revulsion accumulated inside of her and she mentally applied the brakes to any reminiscence from her marriage. Even the embarrassment from the night before was preferable to those memories. If she had been more experienced she would have understood what was going on with Logan physically. She would have known that all that shaking was Logan trying to maintain control over his body so he could hang on and pleasure her. She might even have understood that it was embarrassment not anger or frustration with her that made him leave her so suddenly and without a word. But her limited knowledge in this area did not serve her well.
So she assumed he just wasn't that into her.
Though Isa could not have felt more differently about their encounter, it was true initially, she was terrified at the thought of having sex with her best friend. But she was also pulsing with desire for him she had denied herself so long. Her body responded to his on a level she had not imagined possible. In her mind, he was a skilled lover, his hands firm and magical, his movements smooth and commanding. Seconds before he had stopped he had come so close to bringing her to climax. This morning her body responded to the memories of him as If he were still inside of her, flooding her with heat. Her breathing quickened and she pulled her jacket closed and turned toward the window in an effort to shield her hardening nipples from eagle eye Lance. He turned to face her when he heard her little moan, but before he could speak, they were interrupted.
One of her co-workers, Terri, stopped by their row and looked down at Lance with her brows raised giving her a thumbs up sign and a goofy smile. Terri seemed like a very fun-loving girl but was a bit too sexual and familiar for Isa. She was always wearing clothing that was too risqué for work, and had approached Isa several times as though they were long longs friends which made Isa uncomfortable. Terri made her laugh, though. When they first met, Isa had considered accepting her many offers of friendship but her husband was still alive and she had a lot of secrets when they first met. After he died it was hard to change even when there was no need to remain so removed from normal people.
Isa looked at Terri's exaggerated facial expressions and could not stop the giggle that escaped as she shook her head to let her know there was absolutely nothing going on with her and Lance. Of course at the same moment, Lance looked up from his electronic notebook and caught all their eye twitching, head rolling actions as they broke into laughter like school girls and Terri asked/demanded Lance to switch seats with her for a minute. Lance looked like he was going to argue with her, but Terri, puffed out her huge boobs and tried to make her 5'1 frame seem like 6'1 as her eyes told him to just get his ass up and go on. Lance huffed, but, like many who worked in their department, knew better than to take Terri on, one-on-one.
Terri quickly wiggled her curvy frame into Lance's recently vacated seat and immediately started to grill Isa.
"Ooooh girl, you quiet ones are always the ones to look out for, I swear." she said, as she moved in closer trying to whisper but doing it so loud, like a 3 year old.
"What are you talking about, Terri?" Isa asked genuinely confused.
"I am talking about you, Trick." she said laughing, with merry mischievousness in her pretty bright eyes. "Hell, if I had known you rolled like that we would have been hanging out years ago when I started working here" she replied but continued to whisper louder than any adult human should be physically allowed.
Isa, frustrated and exasperated with everything, jumped totally out of work character and said, "Terri, what the fuck are you talking about? And please keep your voice down while you explain"
