The rest of the week goes by painfully slow. I work every day but Wednesday. Every night I go to bed with images of Lisa in my mind and my hands between my legs. I do the same in the morning. Wow, I haven't 'rubbed my rug' this much since high school.
Friday morning, I clean my messy apartment on the off-chance I bring Lisa home later. I laugh out loud at how natural that sounds and how much I want it. Before Saturday I'd have never considered bringing a chick home, not for what I had in mind anyway.
I only have a few hours before I have-to go to work. But It's a small place, so It won't take that long. While stuffing things into my closet, I see a box that I remember has my vibrator in it. I had to hide it from Randal and haven't used it in a long time. Maybe I should put it in my nightstand like all the other single girls. It Could come in handy. Or should I say 'cum' in handy, ha ha. Note to self: get fresh batteries.
After I shower and shave my legs. I make sure the hedges are trimmed.
I pay extra attention to the even more unruly hair on top of my head and even put on a little makeup. Not enough to be obvious, just enough to accent. My mother pounded that into me since I was old enough to wear the stuff. "Don't put make up on with a cake spatula. Just use a little," she used to warn me, and still would I'm sure though I heed the warning anyway.
I give myself a once over in the mirror before I walk out. Not too shabby, I still clean up rather nicely I think patting myself on the back. I leave the house feeling pretty-darn good.
"Hi there uh...uh...Marissa. You have a good day," Mr. Kawalski says from his front porch. He still can't remember my name, but the way he has been looking at me all week tells me he remembers Saturday night all too well. I wave, blushing, and get in my car. I figure it's to be expected. I did put on quite a show.
I clock in and get right to work. Eight hour shift today, I have got to stop looking toward the door every ten minutes. She'll be here, I hope, probably around the same time as before. "Just be patient Mer," I mumble as I catch myself glancing at the door yet again.
It's a fairly busy night which helps distract me a bit. Four hours later it happens. I'm near the door with my back to it, taking an order when I hear Lisa's voice behind me asking our hostess, Trish, "Can you sit me in Meredith's section please?...somewhere out of the way?"
I turn, smile spreading across my face. Today she's wearing a simple white short sleeve button down shirt with a slightly flared skirt that barely covers her ass. It's of the same awe-inspiring shade of green as her eyes. They inspire awe in me anyhow, awe and wetness. She has a big white bag over one shoulder and her hair down with a rope necklace holding a green stone dangling above her cleavage. On her feet are a pair of white Keds.
The whole outfit is simple, but the effect is stunning. I run my eyes down her body. Her bare legs under that short skirt...wow. Trish sits her at a table for two in the corner, alone, and gives me a funny look on her way back to the door. I wonder briefly where her husband is, although I'm glad it's just her.
I'm done with the table in front of me, so I drop off their order, check on a family of three who thankfully don't need anything and head her way.
I lean on her table, smiling, "I am so glad you came." She takes my hand lightly for a moment. My heart sings while my vagina hums along. The way we're looking at each other makes our true motives readily-apparent I think, so why be coy. "I've been waiting for you all week. You look stunning by the way."
"Thank you," she says, "Mike will be glad you think so. He picked out my outfit, thought you'd like it."
"Oh I do," I say nodding and grinning. "He uh...doesn't mind?" It's a very broad question.
She shakes her head firmly with a smile. "Nope, he likes you."
"What would you like to drink?" I ask, relieved.
"Same as last time please," she replies.
"Unsweetened tea then?" I don't need to write it down.
"You remembered," she says smiling.
"I'll be right back." I turn away reluctantly. I don't want to leave her alone. When I return, she's pulling a small white box out of her bag. She opens it and pulls out a single cupcake with green frosting and a candle.
She quickly lights the candle with a cheap lighter and sticks it in the cupcake. As I set down her tea she sets down the cupcake and looks up with a smug, teasing smile. "Happy birthday to you..." she begins to sing softly.
I can't decide if I'm more surprised that she remembered, or that I've completely forgot. I was so focused on today being the day I get to see her again, I forgot it's also the day I turn twenty-five. Well fuck me. I'm caught off guard for a second. "Aww, thank you."
"Make a wish," she says, looking into my eyes.
"I think it's already coming true," I say leaning in to blow out the candle. I am so corny. Ugh! I take a bite and under the green icing I notice the cupcake is pink on the inside. Gee, I wonder if that was intentional. "It tastes good, very good," I say. Subtle Mer ... real subtle. I finish my cupcake right then and there, making sure to lick some of the icing off slowly and then suck my fingertips clean. She watches the whole process intently. "So, what would you like?" I ask through lips sticky with icing.
"From the menu...or?" she looks at me playfully.
"Yes. What do want from the menu?" I play right back. "We can worry about what's not on the menu later."
She thinks for a second, "I'm not really here for the food, just the company. Same as last time I suppose. You remember?"
I remember everything about the last time she came in here. "Garden chicken salad, ranch dressing on the side coming right up," I say.
