5 The finale
Sherri exhibits her sculpture, but the prize she wins is more than she could ever have dreamed of.
- 5 -
The long drive home from Lake Wanderlee gave me a lot of time to think. I wasn't sure exactly how I'd tell Lilly and Jillian. Lily knew Jennifer, or at least they'd met but I didn't think Jillian did. Oh, she might know of her, but I didn't think they'd ever met. So how do I explain that I was head-over-heals insanely in love with the woman that I was supposed to avoid? How would they react when they learned that I was, at the very least, bisexual, if not a total lesbian?
For now, there were more important things to do. I had to have a place to live until school started and I had to get my pieces over to the Arts building so I had time to get them submitted before the rush started. All that I needed for the first semester was the sculpture and one canvas, but I wouldn't be able to relax until they were both safe and secure in the class exhibit area. Fortunately, my first problem was solved when the key was right where I remembered.
I knew I was home when I went to the guest room to find a lovely letter from Lilly that started with "WELCOME HOME." I spent the rest of that day getting unpacked and organized, doing some laundry, (which presented some problems when the scent of our activities wafted over me.)
Once I was settled in and had a soda in my hand, I picked up the phone and punched in my calling card number. As her phone continued to ring, I got a terrible feeling but just as I was ready to hang up, I heard her sleepy voice.
"If you're calling to tell me you found someone else, hang up," she said.
"I've driven like a mad woman, cried my eyes out, missed you so very much, and what happens? I walk in to tell I'm home safe and you've been sleeping the whole time. Boy, I guess I know how much you miss me."
"I'm sorry, baby. I just got so bad I had to take something to knock me out. Did you see me chasing you down the road, begging you to come back?"
"I couldn't bear to look back, Jenn. If I'd seen you, I'd still be holding you in my arms."
"Where are you? I worried so much about you driving home alone in your state of mind."
"I'm at Lilly's and I'll be here until school starts. They won't be home before Sunday night some time."
We talked for nearly an hour, reviewing our plans and schedules, but then she started slurring her words and I knew that the pills were still working.
"Go back to sleep," I said. "I'll call later. I can't be there to lie next to you, but listen to my heart. She's telling you I love you."
"I love you too," she said. "I'll call when I'm awake."
"I'm driving up to the school tomorrow so I'll call you from the hotel."
"Promise?"
"Try to stop me. Goodnight sweetheart. I love you."
Bright and early the next morning, I was on my way to the school, loaded with my art work and an overnight bag for the stay in one of the local hotels.
It was late afternoon when I checked in to the Heritage Inn, near the campus. I threw my overnight on the recliner and picked up the phone before I flopped down on the bed. My fingers flew over the keys and I held my breath. "Oh please, let her be there." I said.
She picked it up on the first ring. "I've been waiting for you."
"Oh really," I said. "Well, I'm here and I love you so much."
"So what are you doing now?" she asked.
"I just got to the room and you were the first thing on my mind."
"Are you naked?"
"No silly, I just got here."
"I've been laying here naked for an hour, thinking about you, trying like hell to keep my hands off your pussy but she's driving me crazy."
"Oh my god, Jenn, wait for me." I started to get up to strip but I heard her screaming at me so I picked the phone up again. "What? You're killing me."
"Does your phone have a speaker?"
"Yeah,"
"Put me on speaker."
"Honey, somebody might be able to hear us." I reminded her.
"I don't care," she said. "Maybe we'll give someone else an orgasm too."
I put the phone on speaker, but I threw a towel over it enough to mute the sound.
"Ok, you're on speaker."
"Now," she said, "I want you to stand up and listen to me. I'm going to strip you button by button, piece by piece and I want to hear you when you do it."
The slow strip drove me closer and closer to insanity. I wanted to rip everything off but she would have none of it. Her words, her obvious arousal as I got naked were bad enough, but to make the torture more intense, she made me caress, fondle, and toy with every bit of newly exposed flesh. By the time I was naked, I was so wet, it was seeping down my thighs. Only when I was completely naked would she allow me to lie down again. At that point, nothing she said or did could stop the intense need within my body for release. Nothing more was said, but, thanks to the speaker, we could hear, touch by touch, stroke by stroke, our rocket ride to the top, only to crash in screams and cries, into the abyss of orgasmic bliss. It was the strongest masturbatory orgasm I'd ever experienced, and one of two successive orgasms when my fingers refused to stop.
"I've been thinking about that all day," she said.
"I miss you so much," I told her but then those damned tears started again.
"Stop it," she said. "No more tears like that. We're going to be fine, both of us."
We finally settled down to talk about my mother, and Lilly and Jillian. Neither of us wanted to end the call but there wasn't a phone in the world that could give us the peace we both wanted.