If she wasn't already feeling alienated enough being stuck in Cleveland for a late winter religious conference, the fact that Nancy had to spend the day traveling with a girl that had just taken her lesbian virginity a few hours earlier made for quite an awkward afternoon.
Every gaze she met, Nancy feared the person could read the indiscretion and guilt in her eyes, and to make matters worse, every so often Simone would cast her a sly, knowing smile just to remind Nancy what had happened that morning in the hotel bathroom.
The main reason she'd come to the conference in the first place, to spend some time with Pastor Grady wasn't working out at all. Given the surroundings and the demands on his time, Calvin was in a zone all his own. His booming voice and effervescing personality dialed up to 10 as he churned through one meeting after another, Nancy found herself feeling microscopic surrounded by the rush of activity.
At some point after begging out with a headache, Nancy returned to the solitude of her room. Part of her wanted to see if she had enough money to ask a cabbie to just drive her back to Canton, but she'd come to Cleveland in hopes of getting away from all the drama at home. Besides, Sunday was the big day at the conference and she didn't want to disappoint Pastor Grady and not be there to help with his sermon the following morning.
After sleeping so poorly the night before and given the crush of everything she was dealing with emotionally, Nancy was able to finally doze off and get some unencumbered sleep for a few hours until the sound of her hotel room door opening stirred her awake around dusk.
Perhaps 'unencumbered' may have been a little too strong of a term. An unobstructed view to the bathroom where everything had happened the previous morning being the last thing Nancy saw before dozing off, subconsciously processing the chain of those events dominated her sleeping thoughts.
Considering how long it had been since another person, male or female, had touched her in a sexual way, it wasn't that hard to understand how her body had reacted in the way it did. Still, there was no way she could in good conscience quantify the depth and ferocity of her release with Simone. The girl had touched Nancy in ways no one else ever had, but much to her sadness and confusion, it wasn't about her physical reaction as much as it was the emotional one she felt being under Simone's spell.
Even in Nancy's state of heated weakness, Simone had touched her with a tenderness she still couldn't comprehend, one that in the months and years to come Nancy would continue to fixate over. But there was also the cool aloofness, if not down right ambivalence, Simone had showed to her as well. Even though she rationally understood the type of girl Simone was at her core, Nancy found herself dreaming up ways she could keep the 20 year old nymph's attention.
All of this was totally crazy she knew, but when Simone walked through that door and woke Nancy from her slumber, a giddy dose of anxiousness and adrenaline shot through the older woman's weary bones.
Just as she had the night before, Nancy laid there beneath the covers pretending to be asleep as Simone made her way inside the room. Her back to the door, Nancy could hear the petite young girl making quite a racket tossing her coat and purse down before kicking her shoes off one by one. Keeping her eyelids parted ever so slightly, Nancy could feel the vibrations of Simone's footsteps pacing back and forth across the room until she finally settled down on her bed to make a phone call.
From the sound of Simone's voice, Nancy assumed she was talking to Calvin in an attempt to set something up for dinner. Continuing to lay there as if she was dead to the world, Nancy had a perfect view when Simone stood up and made her way into the bathroom wearing nothing but her skimpy bra and panties. Hearing the whoosh of the shower when Simone flipped it on, Nancy's blood ran cold and her thighs folded together under the covers when she saw the young girl step out of her baby blue thong an instant before she tossed her matching bra aside.
If Nancy had a lick of guts, she would have crawled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to join Simone in the shower. Vividly picturing how it would look walking through the steamy mist, Nancy imagined undressing herself before slipping into the shower and cuddling up to Simone from behind. Unable to coax herself up before Simone finished, Nancy demurely removed the hand she'd snuck between her thighs to quell the incessant itch deep inside her womb.
"You've got to get up and get out of this room..it doesn't matter where..you just have to get away," Nancy's disjointed conscience whined, but even it shut up when she looked up and saw Simone stepping out from behind the curtain.
No longer pretending she was asleep, Nancy laid there in silent disbelief and awe as Simone reached for a towel.
"Are you going out?" she found herself asking in a voice tinged with a strange mixture of aroused curiosity and motherly concern.
"Yeah," Simone answered without bothering to look up. "Pastor Grady wants me to come along and meet some more of his old friends for dinner."
Nancy waited for Simone to add something like," I'm sure he wouldn't mind you coming along," but the only sound filling the suite was Simone using the towel to dry herself off.
Her first impulse was to pull the covers up over her head and disappear, unfortunately she couldn't get her hands to move. Her gaze still centered on Simone, Nancy's pupils flared when the young girl dropped her towel to the floor and nakedly started to walk out of the bathroom. Feeling the weight of Simone's seeming indifference as she strutted across Nancy's field of view, Nancy could feel the vibrations running down her spine each time the 20 year old took a step.
Her chest heaving, Nancy had to stifle a gasp when Simone re-appeared, this time ducking back into the bathroom to primp up her make-up and hair. Her nipples stiffening under the covers, Nancy's mouth became parched seeing the Simone standing at the same sink she'd seduced her earlier that morning. Guiltily allowing her eyes to drift up and down Simone's nude side profile, Nancy focused on the pair of strappy high heeled sandals the girl had put on.
"There's no way in the world she can walk around in those things..she's wearing them for Pastor Grady..I just know it," Nancy bitterly accepted.
Smelling the perfume Simone was dousing across her body, Nancy buried her face in the pillow out of helpless disgust knowing how Simone planned for the evening to end. Within a few minutes Simone had slipped on the skirt, grabbed her purse and left the room to join Calvin so they could make their way to the restaurant, leaving Nancy alone to stew in her discontent.
The blood still racing in her temples, Nancy knew she had to talk to someone before the hailstorm brewing inside her swelled out of control. Without any good options to call, Nancy dialed her Daughter's cell because it was the first number that she pressed.
Lacy, sadly, was too occupied to answer the phone.
