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Day 7...
'Ohhhhhh...ohhhhh...ooooooh...you make love fun', we sang aloud, Mick Fleetwood's pounding back-beat putting our boogie-motors in motion as Marni and I danced around while singing along with the classic Fleetwood Mac tune.
We had been cleaning up our dishes and mess after scarfing down the breakfast we had prepared. Thunder and lightning had conspired to wake us up earlier than we would have liked. In fact, the thunder clap that had awakened us around seven'ish that Saturday morning was so close that it shook the house.
"Doesn't look like we're going to get a run in this morning, sweetie," Marni opined after looking out of our patio doors to the thunderstorm that had rolled over us from the Gulf.
"Well, that blows," I chimed in, glancing at myself in the dresser's mirror as I tried to stretch myself awake.
"Wha' the..." I said aloud when I saw something around my mouth shining in the reflection. Looking closer, I started giggling.
"What's so funny?" Marni asked, turning from the patio doors to glance my way.
"Look," I said, walking closer and pointing the 'ring' around my mouth, "that's you, girlfriend, that's you on my face, that's your dried pussy juice, babycakes."
Laughing, Marni looked at her own reflection, nodding as she examined her own 'ring'.
"Wonder how that happened?" I joked
"Pussy Fairy must've sat on our faces last night while we slept," Marni teased.
"Yeah, that's it...that's the story we'll stick with," I replied, the remark making us both smile...
Showered, clean and coiffed, we decided to fix breakfast, cooking bacon and eggs with toast and jelly. It was while we were cleaning up that the Fleetwood Mac song came on, the familiar tune getting us both into it, both of us singing along.
Have to say, while McVie and Nicks we ain't, we weren't half-bad, both singing in harmony and on key. When the song ended, the sound of clapping made us both snap our heads towards the screen doors of our porch.
"Nicely done, ladies," Susan said with a smile, "May we come in?"
"Of course...sorry, we didn't know y'all were out there," Marni answered.
"We really weren't eavesdropping," Sue explained, taking the cup of coffee that I had poured for her, "But, hearing you two singing, we just had to wait until it ended."
"I was serious," Susan said as she stirred the cream into her coffee, "Both of you sing really well."
"Well, thank you," I replied, doing a small curtsy afterwards.
"We just wanted to say our goodbyes, girls," Sue said, "Duties of careers are calling us back to New Orleans early, I'm afraid."
"Bummer," Marni remarked, adding, "Well, meeting the two of you has been a highlight of our trip."
"For us as well," Susan replied, "Don't suppose there's any chance that your travels will take you to New Orleans is there?"
"Actually," I chimed in, "It, along with Austin, are on our 'short list' of cities that we'd like to explore for a couple of days during our drive home."
"Perfect!" Sue piped up smilingly, "You'll stay with us, no arguments, its done." Her tone left no room for discussion about it.
Marni and I exchanged looks, both shrugging our 'OK' with her invitation.
"Here's our address and numbers," Susan added, sliding the piece of paper that she had been writing on, to me, "Call us the day before you're coming, then call us when you hit the city and I'll give you directions."
"I'll plug your address into the nav-system of the car, it'll find you, but, we'll call after we've hit the city limits to let you know we're near," Marni contributed, taking the paper from me.
The four of us shared long hugs of goodbye, Marni and I truly sorry that they had to leave early. We really enjoyed the short time that we got to 'hang' with them. With final cheek-kisses given and taken, they took their leave of us.
"Looks like its letting up," I opined with a glance to the rain that was, now, falling gently, the sky becoming less dark.
"If not a run today, I wouldn't mind an afternoon of sunning and swimming," Marni suggested.
"Sounds perfect," I agreed, "Meanwhile, I'm going to check in on my mailbox at work, if you don't mind, there may be some responses I might need to take care of."
"Knock yourself out, I think I'm going to fool around with my sketch book for a while," Marni answered, following her words with a soft, almost-lustful, kiss to me.
"Had fun last night, kiddo," She said as she hugged me after the kiss.
"Yeah, me too," I replied while brushing the hair from her cheek with my fingers, smiling at her.
"Any regrets, Jules...you know, about what we've been doing with each other on the trip?" Marni asked, her voice not as much serious, as it was seriously curious, about the answer.
"I do have two regrets," I replied, leaning against the island sink, looking at her.
"You do?" She asked, her tone clearly showing alarm.
"My first regret is that I didn't discover the fun of playing in girly-land much earlier in my life," I declared with a smile, "But, my biggest regret? My biggest regret is that you and I didn't start this sooner in our relationship," chuckling, Marni's grin showing that she knew I had just pulled her chain.
"Things happen when they happen for a reason, babe," Marni remarked, "But, I guess it doesn't hurt anyone if we play catch-up."
"Works for me," I agreed...
I was curled up on a corner of the large, ninety-degree couch working with my IPad, and Marni was sitting at the other corner, sketching God knows what, both of us humming with the tunes playing in the background on the satellite TV system.
"You know what you said earlier, about regretting that we didn't start this sooner?" Marni asked casually while her hand moved her pencil on the pad, her eyes clearly focused on whatever she was skteching.
"Yeaaah?" I sorta' answered, my concentration focused on the email I was reading.
"Doesn't mean that I hadn't thought about it," She announced.
That got my attention.
"Really?" My one-word question sounding incredulous.
"Right after you kicked Prince Charming out of your place, about two weeks after that, I started getting random thoughts about, maybe, putting the moves on you."
"Wow...not sure how I would've reacted to that, back then," I mused.
"Kinda' what I finally came to think," Marni replied in agreement, "So, I kinda' stopped thinking about it."
I was really interested now.
"When did you start thinking about it again?" I asked, truly curious.
"When you asked me to join you on the trip, the 'thoughts' returned," She replied, adding, "In Salt Lake City...when we stopped for the night and you went in to take your shower? I started thinking about you in there, naked and wet, and I got turned on."
"Is that the real reason you wanted to shower with me?"
"That, and I wanted to see you naked, in real life, to see if you looked like my mind's image when I masturbated a couple of times," She answered, closing her sketch pad at the same time and laying it on the sofa.
"And, did I?"
"Better..." She replied, pulling her tee over her head as she walked towards me. Kneeling next to me, she leaned her body forward, moving her breasts until one of her nipples brushed across my lips.
We didn't come up for air until an hour or so later...
After we had satisfied the latest of our seemingly endless carnal desires for each other, we spent the rest of the afternoon tanning and playing in the water, playing like school-girls on vacation, both of us sneaking quick feels of the other under the water while the gentle surf moved us around at will.
Deciding that we'd return to the Magnolia Cafe where with had lunched with the Susans for dinner, we dressed casual, leaving the duplex at around sunset.
On the drive north from Gulf Shores, we both noticed the not-so-subtle, flashing sign of a 'Lovers Boutique' across the four-laned highway on my side of the road. We both looked as we passed, Marni keeping her head turned towards it as we passed by.
"Like toys?" She suddenly asked, her face now turned towards me.
"Think I broke my favorite Slim-Jim during my self-imposed period of doing without," I chuckled in response with a quick glace aside towards her.
"Good to know," She remarked cryptically.
Dinner was better than we anticipated, the two of us sharing a piece of pecan pie for dessert, over coffee. Signaling our waitress for the check, Marni casually asked, "Mind if I drive us back?"
