* * Charlotte * *
Finally, we were on a plane and on our way. We would meet the girls tomorrow for lunch. It had been frighteningly hectic for both of us; more school and sports for Sheri. We took every chance possible for dinners and nights; neither of us was happy (or satisfied) with what our schedules allowed. Sheri had moved more of her things in. That part was going very well. I had been giving thought to redoing the bathroom β 2 sinks, among other things. I needed to think seriously about making the closet a walk in, literally; bigger too. I already had my designer on it. A second chest of drawers for her things; most likely that would be sooner than later. We'd talked about all that and more.
I must tell you this. Recently, in the middle of fabulous lovemaking, I'd had a memory flash. I giggled, and said, "Beige."
Sheri lifted her head, looked at me, and said, "What?"
"Beige, the ceiling needs to be painted beige!" I tried to hide the smile. My honey was
not
happy.
"Let me see if I'm getting this right PET. I'm making love with my girl, and in the middle of it, you call out 'beige?' What the hell!" I couldn't stop myself; it did kill the moment, but I would make it up to her. I held my arms out for Sheri; she glared and shook her head. Seeing me laugh only made her angrier. I knew it, and I wanted to tell her. I knew she'd laugh and then I'd get back to the business of our pleasure. I had to beg in my best little girl voice. Sheri resisted for a while longer, but she had to know too. I turned her on her back, rested my head in the valley, and caressed her silky soft skin.
"There's this joke. A wife is on her back in her marital bed. Her husband is doing what he always did. She is doing what she always did β thinking of the pleasure of her afternoon encounter with her lover that had left both women completely satisfied. As he thrust and grunted above her, she, looking at the rather old paint job, blurts out, 'Beige.' He never stops, just mutters, 'What?' She, joyous now, moves her hips to get him finished, wraps her arms around him, and says, 'I'm having the bedroom painted beige' and leans up to kiss him. She lay back and let him finish. He, of course, fell asleep immediately." Sheri looked, wide eyed, in astonishment. The smile crept across her face as I told and finished the joke. She joined me in a fit of giggles and laughter until we were both quite breathless. We kissed, I took her fabulous face in my hands, peered into her soul and said, "May neither us ever have a 'beige' moment in our lives, lover." Sheri's eyes went doe soft and she nodded. I loved her thoroughly, so much so she finally begged me to stop. Five joyous words!!
We're finally in the air! A little about that. Travel today is miserable. Not enough planes and too many people. In order for us to sit, together, in first class, I was forced to grit my teeth and book a 6:30 pm flight. Give here, take there β it meant we would get in at a reasonable time, have time for real (non-airline) food, a drink, and, umm, relaxation. Our bags were left with Randi Thursday morning when she dropped us at work. Teresa would have the weekend to herself. I'm sure angels were awaiting the oration at church Sunday. Poor dear; I really shouldn't tease her so much. It's just that it's so much fun β and so easy.
We chatted as we sat; we had both looked forward to this with great anticipation. Apparently Sue and Georgia had big plans for us. When I relayed that to Sheri, I was met with a raised eyebrow. They're married, ya goof. I meant they were hosting a dinner party for friends Saturday and we were invited. We were going out to dinner Friday after they finished work and we finished, umm, what we were going to do. Dancing and clubbing were promised. Georgia is so sweet! She sent me links to dozens of things we could do before and after lunch in their city. We would lie through our teeth about them. Honestly, we would each pick a couple we were interested in. My trips to Charlotte had been for business only. It would be fun to wander a bit. Actually, that's what we did during the two hour flight. Sheri, being beautiful, brilliant, and healthy, brought some snacks in her carry on. I love this girl!! So we had our drinks, chatted, munched (the food, dammit) and made our picks. We landed and headed to baggage. I texted our driver, we grabbed our bags, and were whisked to the hotel in downtown Charlotte. Check-in was smooth and efficient. The suite was fabulous! Well appointed with a glorious, big bed. Sheri was giggly about the walk-in shower and the giant Jacuzzi. Pleasure awaited us. We changed into comfy clothes; Sheri did look longingly over her shoulder at the bathroom. Good things come to those who wait pe ... lover.
Oh my god!! I am such an airhead! I completely spaced on one tidbit you will want to hear about. Valentine's Day! Ah yes! I insisted Sheri skip night classes (no tests); not a lot of argument. We had a lovely dinner out after work. Her present was a trip to a toy store. I told Sheri to buy whatever she wanted. She danced and jumped and clapped. There were so many items the young lady (bitch made eyes at her the whole time) gave us several things for free and added a couple of goodies from the wall behind her. I knew she was thinking of asking Sheri for her number. I wanted to save her from certain ... never mind. My eyes made it very clear that was a very,
very
bad idea. Sheri was in 'Toy Store Heaven.'
Sheri's gift to me was to take me to VS. Sheri told me to sit in a comfy chair while she shopped for me. She returned with a jaw-dropping number of things in her hands β yes hands. If it had been a grocery store, she'd have needed one of the little carry things (technical term). "Come pet, we must try these on." When did you learn to speak French skippy? (You giggle at my joke, I bow) That giggling was nothing,
nothing
, like ours in the dressing room. Sheri had my clothes off in a jiffy. Yes, all of them. "These are my favorite's babe; they will be your 'trying things on' pair." All of you know what she meant. They were lovely; every color you can think of! They fit perfectly (Sheri does know every inch of me) and we cooed, kissed, made lovey-dovey silly noises, and, umm, a few other things. Body fluids were exchanged during the modeling session! The knock was followed by: "Are we having fun in there?" Quite! We giggled our reply. We came out, arm in arm, heads together. The counter girls flocked to see who had made the scandalous, lovely noises. I, of course, paid. Sheri demanded another modeling session later; the counter girls gaped, blushed, and giggled. Five delicious, tasty words. We were both late for work the next morning. No one is surprised I'm sure.
God, we were famished. We ate too damn much. It was fun! The food was wonderful. We had a couple of drinks in the lounge afterward. Sheri was nearly panting wanting to get to the Jacuzzi. I knew, and tortured her by dragging the lounge session out. When I said I was going to order a third round she pinched my thigh and glared. Bitch! That hurt!! Oww!! And it was the inside of my thigh. Momma gonna pay; baby gonna make sure she likes it. I love this woman.
Gotta get to the memory bank here. We landed at about 9:15, were in the room by 10, back to the room just after 11:30. That sounds about right. Let me put it this way: the sun hadn't come up, but it
was
late before we slept. We both did that stretchy, languid, loosey-goosey thing in bed after the Jacuzzi. Details remain a state secret. We slept the sleep of the dead.