Love, lust and marriage part two
[This is a direct continuation from part one if you have skipped straight to this part lots of things won't make sense and it'll upset me. You wouldn't want to upset me would you? Go back and read it and when you have I'll be waiting here for you. If you're ready now, let me begin...]
I slept for about an hour and when I woke up Sophie had gone, I had a visit from the doctor and I was told I'd be allowed to go home tomorrow. I was feeling good because I would be able to go to an event Sophie had been looking forward to, her firm had bought an art gallery, which was opening up with an upper-class party thing. Sophie had told me there would be free wine, which had won me over, any excuse for a little black dress! When Sophie and I were in public together, especially at a club or party, we got a lot of attention. I don't mean that to sound arrogant, it's just that seeing two attractive women dancing with each other and being close usually made people look up.
I was looking forward to it, and I let my mind run free with what might happen there, sometimes we would hook up with a man, or woman, and tempt them to a nearby hotel room. It was always fun when we explored a new person, making them our plaything. I was starting to feel a little tingle between my legs as I thought about what we had done earlier today and I wished we had had more time together. Our lovemaking was not usually so rampant; we normally like to take our time until we're both utterly spent and naked in each other's arms until the next day.
It was around 11pm and apart from the dim light coming from the nurses' station and the soft glow from the monitors beside the beds, the ward was bathed in darkness. I tried sleeping but I could not turn my mind off, instead, I kept replaying the events of the day and how turned on I had been in the bathroom with Sophie. I started running my hand over my stomach and weighed up whether or not I could have a little play before bedtime, but I was distracted by the sound of footsteps approaching my bed.
I quickly stopped stroking and put my hands on top of the bedsheet, trying to figure out a position to lay in which looked like I definitely wasn't about to touch my naughty bits...again. I looked into the darkness and saw the person approaching me was Louise, the nurse who I'd flashed on my first day here and had been here earlier when Sophie and I had...been close. At only 5 feet tall with her blonde hair back in a ponytail and petite frame, she was unmistakable. I tried to look like I was thoughtfully contemplating...anything, while also looking cute and frail.
"Hello, Mrs Cotter," she said. Her voice was very low so as not to awaken the other women on the ward. "How are you feeling?" Louise didn't look at the monitors or my chart, she seemed uncomfortable as if she wasn't sure of herself.
"Hi," I said trying to match her volume. "I feel good thanks, just struggling to sleep. I don't normally go to bed this early and I can't seem to make my mind go blank." Louise smiled and looked down at her feet.
"Good, that's good," she said.
"Is everything okay?" I asked. "It's a little late for a check-up, isn't it? And please, call me Alice."
"Okay, Alice, yeah I know it is," she looked down again. "It's just uh, there's a few of us on tonight and there's not much for us to do. I saw you moving around and thought I'd check on you."
"Oh okay," I was sure I had not been moving around that much and it was very dark but I took her at her word.
"There was something though," she said awkwardly. "Something I wanted to ask you."
"Oh," I said suddenly intrigued. "What did you want to ask?"
"Earlier on, when your wife was here," Louise spoke very deliberately and carefully. "Were you... making fun of me?" She did not seem upset or angry, if anything she sounded concerned as if she had somehow failed.
"No, of course not," I told her.
"It's just that, you seemed to tease me and laugh at me..." she trailed off.
"No Louise, we weren't making fun of you it's just, we were playing around and," I tried to think of a good way to word it that did not make my wife and I look like attention-seeking slags. "Basically, we are attention-seeking slags!" (Shit!)
"Oh, so you uh..." Louise's brow furrowed as she tried to understand.
"Look," I stopped her. "We enjoy showing off together and having fun, it's a turn on when we know we're being watched. Thinking about another person's eyes on our bodies is a thrill that we share."
"It turned you on knowing I was watching you?" Louise asked. Eager to understand what I meant.
"So you
were
watching," I teased. "Did you like what you saw?" Louise shifted uncomfortably and stepped closer to my bed.
"I uh..." she stammered. "I saw you when you first came in and, I don't know if you knew it but your hospital gown was around your waist and I could see your umm... and today you were kissing today it was...I've never seen two women kiss each other like that before." She took a breath and looked down at the floor again.
"Ah right, I see," I said softly.
"Did you know I could see you yesterday?" Louise asked.
"Maybe," I teased.
"And today," she pressed.
"Definitely maybe," I smiled. "So you've never seen two women kiss like we did?"