** June 13th **
Bette surprised me a little with her announcement Thursday. "People in my line of work normally take the month of August off." I knew this. "I'm going on vacation with some... friends." She broke eye contact when she said that; very un-Bette like. "I'll be gone from July 15th to August 16th. I'm telling everyone this week. I would be pretty surprised if there's an emergency urgent enough, but if there is, you know what to do."
"Indeed I do. I know better than to ask where you're going."
I don't usually see a smile as brilliant as the one she's giving me.
"Anyway, the surprise of the week isn't that Kara and I are talking about living together. Last weekend Rach called me. She wanted to know if it was okay for the two of them to spend the weekend at the house since I wasn't there." I didn't get a reaction, which wasn't much of a surprise. Sometimes I get eyes widening, which takes some doing.
"Did that surprise you?" I'd had several days to process that. A word I hate by the way.
"No; they're young, but I figured out last weekend I was married just a little bit before I turned twenty three." Bette smiled. "Rachel's been spending less time at home since the school year's ended. I'm guessing some of the others went home for the summer." She nodded. "What's funny is that we'd intended, for all intents and purposes, to stay at the house until I asked if we were going to see the fireworks." That got a smile. I laughed. "I know; we did." A head nod. "Kara was listening to the conversation. It seems June was too. That got kinda crazy."
"It's very cute that you and your daughter were sharing intimate moments with your girlfriends. I think it's good she sees you being as romantic with Kara as you were with her father." Ouch! It had been a while since I'd thought of him in terms of a lover. Actually, I'm not sure I could tell you when that was.
The rest of the session was spent talking about my chat with my son. My heart may belong to a woman but I am and will always be a Mom. It hurts to hear pain in your child's voice even if he is in his thirties. Writing those words brought tears. I didn't let Rachel see my pain but I did let Kara comfort me. That was some of what happened last weekend. In other words it wasn't all about sex. Things weren't going well. Andi wasn't interested in coming off her position and went so far as to say neither she nor their son would attend future family gatherings.
"That had to be difficult to hear." I had taken another piece of Kleenex and was blowing my nose after wiping my eyes.
"No, I wasn't happy about it; not at all. I was more worried about their marriage. I haven't talked to Rachel about being gay and living gay or about me doing so. It's not like it's something she chose." This is more the Mom me than the woman who birthed three children and lived with Dylan for thirty plus years. "Sorry! Hearing the pain in his voice was upsetting to me. I let him talk. He needed to be heard; he's upset and confused." I shook my head. "There's that saying: If momma ain't happy, nobody's happy." Bette smiled. "There was pain in my son's voice." I had to wipe my eyes.
"We're almost out of time for today, Lissy. Have you made any decisions about how you're going to handle this?"
"I'll worry of course." She nodded. "Cry some too. I pretty much have to stay out of the way unless he needs me." A smile. "And I'll keep Rach and June away from them. They're not really in the same orbits anyway." I looked at Bette. "I don't think there's much else to do." She stood.
"I agree. What you said makes sense. He is an adult. The marriage is theirs to work out." She came around her desk and smiled. "You surprised us both last week with your hug. May I return the favor? You look like you could use a hug."
***
That was the first thing we talked about after we'd kissed and I'd taken a sip of my drink. "Surprised? Hell yes I was! The hug was warm and proper. I was grateful; it hadn't been fun to talk about. God help me, first thing I noticed was her perfume." Kara laughed. "She's younger than I'd thought." I looked at my beauty, smiled, and squeezed her hand.
"Do you want to come home with me tonight?" My brat wiggled her eyebrows. "We can shower together." I laughed.
"Of course I do... and not because I had kind of a tough session. I'm okay. Really I am." She was watching me carefully and nodded. I had a thought. "Would it be okay if I called Rach and find out what she and June are doing?" Kara eyed me as if I had asked her to cut off an arm.
"You're a mother of three. You never have to ask; just do."
How can I not love this woman? I never want to find out.
I called; we talked. She was on her way home as we spoke and planned to be there all night. June was at their apartment.
When I relayed that information to Kara, the first thing she asked was, "Is everything okay with them?" I shrugged.
"She didn't sound stressed or upset. Other than that, I honestly don't know."
"Tell ya what. Let's take this as a sign that you're supposed to spend a quiet night at home with your little girl. I have plans tomorrow night. How about we double date with the girls if they don't have plans?" That sounded like fun.
"Maybe that intern movie if it's out this weekend."
"You're silly. I can find when it will be in theaters on my phone." She did, and laughed. "It opened last weekend."
How embarrassing. Oh well, we had other things to do last weekend.
Kitty tingled, remembering.
"Maybe we could do dinner, the movie and fireworks." She laughed.
"You do have a thing for fireworks. The Navy pier kind and the us kind."
Yeah, not much question about that.
"I'll ... ya know what. Let's order dinner. While we're waiting, I'll call Rach and ask." We did and I did. It was cool, a cold front having brought breezes off the lake. I didn't want to get filled up, so I had red snapper, which got a laugh from blondie. It was good too; the veggies were as well.
"This will be fun, baby. Rachel is cute; so is June. I'm looking forward to getting to know both of them better." I had a tingle of something; not sure what. It was lost in her kiss. My god that kiss was ... her fingers were climbing up my thigh.
I can't wear skirts on Thursday. Why do I keep wearing them?
I giggled in our kiss.
Kara pulled away and stared at me. "Tell me pet."
Think volcano. Think flooded panties. Think lost in hot gray eyes.
In my best five year old voice, I said, "I wondered why I keep wearing skirts on Thursday, miss."
I had to let her know.
"And I love the way you kiss, lover." Dinner was getting cold; I was already wet, so why not get warm ... or hot.
"You have to get home so we really should ... eat dinner." She was doing the most wonderful things under my skirt.
I tried to be lady-like as I ate my dinner. It proved not to be that easy when my chair was turned toward hers, my legs were spread, her fingers were active under my skirt, in my pussy, my hands were shaking, and my butt was squirming.
I did my best! I felt blue eyes on me and whimpered. "I don't want us not to be together, miss."
"I know, baby. But your Rachel needs her mom and that's what we're gonna do." I nodded. Kara surprised me when, her voice shaky, she whispered, "I'll miss you." My fork was at my mouth. I turned and looked. Head down, tears slid down her cheeks. I wasn't sure what, if anything, was up with my daughter. And as much as this ... temptress called to me, I had to go home, be the Mom, and be with my daughter.
