"Well, I did talk to some people, got some recommendations, and put in a call to a security company; they'll be out tomorrow night to look at the place and give me a quote. Couple of promising leads on sales, got a new listing today. So not bad for a Monday; how's my honey doing? Are you okay not being pregnant?"
"Well, bottom line -- yes. There's that little teensy place deep in my heart that kind of hoped I might be. But yeah." I told Lily about my decision regarding the range and shooting lessons. I could hear in her voice that she was pleased. "What time do you think you'll be home babe?"
"Pretty early; say 7:30ish. How about you?"
"Mmm, I don't really want to hang out here drinking too long. I'd rather go with Mo, get my clothes and, um, stuff..." we both giggled, "say goodbye to Mo, and head home. Can I call when I'm on my way?"
"Sure; if neither of us is home, let's go out somewhere for dinner."
"Sounds like a plan. I ought to let you get back to whatever you're doing Lily. See you soon; love you!!"
"Love you too Ginger. See you in a bit."
I wandered to the door of the bar, opened it, and was blasted by a wall of bass. Geez!! No Candy today (stop with the smirks). What was this other one's name? Hmm. "Hi, I'm Ginger, and I forgot your name." Georgia. Damn, should have remembered that. "Sorry Georgia, I'll have a Stoli Raspberi."
Georgia brought me my drink. "Mo called and said she's running behind a little and would be here shortly. She asked me to pass along the message." She eyed me with interested eyes, as if 'who are you to Mo?' I smiled, said thank you, and asked to run a tab. I sat in the chair with my back to the wall the way my cop liked. Oh lord, I just did it again -- 'my cop.' Yeesh. And, of course, at that very moment, the gods having apparently taken to teasing (torturing?) me about it all, in she walked. Strode, actually; yeah, in she strode. That's much better. A walk that said -- 'Yeah I
do
own the place; you got a problem with that?' God help me. One look at that woman and I was a puddle.
She smiled at me, took her beer from Georgia and came toward me. I stood, smiling, and reached for her. She gave me a quick kiss and sat down. "So, tell me how you're doing. I've been thinking about you all day." She squeezed my hand and smiled. I wanted a kiss goddammit!
"Basically, as soon as you left I threw a bunch of clothes and things in a suitcase and headed to Lily's." Big moment here people!! "She's someone I've been seeing for a while." Mo watched and listened in silence. I took a sip of my drink. "I told Lily that you had called and told me about Nora being released and that I'd gone to get my stuff. I didn't tell her that we had made love. I just couldn't." I looked Mo straight in the eye. "I'm not sorry for it, Mo. I love that we did. This is probably a pretty shitty thing to ask but I have to. Would you please go back there with me so I can collect the rest of my stuff? Nora's fiancé called last night to apologize. He pretty much promised there wouldn't be another incident." I shrugged; she nodded. "I believe him but I don't want to be in that shit box alone. Lily is having an alarm system put in her home as soon as possible." I took another sip of my drink. I needed to let Mo speak.
"Wow, it's a huge surprise that he called. I'm even more surprised you took the call." I nodded. "Sure, Ginger, I'll go with you. I understand why you don't want to go there alone even if Nora doesn't show up."
"I need to talk with you about something, Mo. We came home from dinner last night and Lily was sure someone had been in her house. We called the police, who came right away. Lily owns a gun -- it's a Smith and Wesson .38 caliber. She uses some sort of hollow point bullets. Her comment was something like 'if I shoot I want them to go down.'" That got a tight smile and a nod from Mo. "She's got the necessary permits, Mo. Lily wants me to go to a range and take shooting lessons. I have a feeling I know your thoughts on this, but I'd like to hear them."
Mo took a deep sip of her beer. She leaned in and kissed me; yeah, that kiss. Damn, the woman just ... there was some sort of magnetism between us. Anybody else out there have a Mo? Ah -- apparently quite a few; I see heads nodding and hands in the air. Then you'll understand when I say I love my Lily and can see myself living with and, perhaps even marrying her. And you'll understand my bewilderment and confusion when it comes to the attraction between me and Mo. The feelings overwhelm me and I just love it. And I hate the feeling I'm 'cheating' on Lily. I
love
kissing Mo.
"I got my period today Mo." She laughed.
"Saved by the bell huh Ginger?" We both laughed -- and we both knew it was true.
"Now, about this gun; you say she's got the necessary permits right?" I nodded. "Check and see that she has a CWP -- Concealed Carry permit." I took out my notebook and wrote it down. Mo continued, "You're right, law enforcement takes a dim view of guns in the hands of untrained citizens. But I can see why Lily has a gun. She's out with people she barely knows in homes and places that can be vacant. And I can understand why she would want you to learn to shoot. If the range is good, they'll teach you well." She looked at me with her flat cop eyes. "Here's the thing Ginger. All the learning can't and won't teach you how to react when someone comes at you. I don't know your Lily but I wonder if she knows that. It may well determine whether you will live or die." Her voice was as flat and cool as her eyes. It gave me the shivers -- and I knew she was telling the truth; I only wondered if it was from personal experience.
She could see it in me. She leaned in, kissed me tenderly, and said, "Let's finish these and go." Uh oh ... I think my stuff is in trouble. I went to Georgia, asked for a bill and was waved off. I smiled, left a ten dollar tip and thanked her. Better for me to get waved off than a cop I suppose, even if everyone in the place knew Mo was with me.
Mo had her coat on and handed me mine. We walked out the door hand in hand. Two cars headed to the band box. Mo had told me in the parking lot to let her get out of her car first. I knew why. I knew her hand would be close to her weapon. She told me to stay in my car until she gave me a nod. I did. I got the nod and hurried to the door. Mo wanted me to stay back; she'd enter first. Overkill? Are you serious? After the other day? I did exactly what she said. She reached inside, flicked on the lights, pushed the door open, and swung from side to side. She did a quick, thorough check of the place and waved me in. The weapon went away. I locked the door behind me.
I grabbed Mo's hand and headed to the bedroom. I may be on my moon but I wanted some of her. I had her naked in no time. I dove into her headlong. I was frantic and crazed. I was a whirlwind; she didn't stand a chance. Maybe she
wanted
to let me have my way with her. My fingers and lips took her. I was demanding, urgent, wanting to give her pleasure until she whimpered. I felt her crest the first time; her back arched high off the bed, gloriously. I never stopped after she collapsed. My mouth never left her pearl, my fingers sawed her depths, massaging and teasing her g-spot endlessly. I dipped a very wet finger at and slightly into the rosebud. I teased her nipples with my fingers. I scraped my nails over her torso from throat to belly button. Her cries announced her second; I was relentless in having every last bit of it rip through her. Mo was panting and moaning when it slipped away. Uh uh, not good enough; I'm not finished.
I loved her breasts, grinding myself on her sex. She didn't have the strength to protest as I had my way with her again. I bathed, suckled, nibbled, bit and loved her glories in every way I could -- one, then the other. She was trembling from it all. I smiled. If this
was
to be our last time, I wanted her to remember it for the rest of her life. I dragged my tongue from the dew covered valley down the length of her, my nails on either side of her sides. She moaned. Her fingers curled in my hair, not harshly. I took my time this time around. I kissed her sex, bathed her in kisses, pads of my fingers feather light. She had spread her legs wide to me long ago. I kissed up one side and down the other on each leg. I lapped behind her knees. Every trace of saliva was followed by a thin, cool stream of air. Her fingers were urgent and demanding as she pulled me to her. I drove my tongue deep inside her. She lifted, her fingers tore at me. She was close. I wanted one more. I pushed a finger at the rosebud ... she grunted at it and cried out for it. My tongue drove in and out, curled, hard, determined. When the next devil took her over she moaned. She seemed to have lost control of her limbs as they just flailed. I wanted it to last; it seemed to, and she whimpered when it finally slid away.
I rose to my red headed glory. Her features were serene. She was deeply flushed. Her lips looked parched. I bent to lap at them, bathe them with me -- and her. I kissed her; she barely responded. I slid my arms around her and held her as I lay atop her. I could feel the heat coming off of her body. She was shivering as the dew cooled. I did my best to cover her and knew the shivering was coming from a place deep inside her. I knew that feeling. It was horrible and wonderful. There are no words to express how much I loved giving that to her. What to do with my Mo?
This
was a question I would wrestle with. I felt her stir beneath me. I kissed her; she responded, her arms curling around me. The kiss was sweet and long. I wanted to cry. I was going to go home to the woman I loved after having made fabulous love to the woman I ... who confused, confounded, and befuddled me.
