A blast of warm September air greeted Jake as he passed through the sliding glass doors of the airport terminal. Although his business trip had been successful, he regretted going and was anxious to get back to his home and Janet. Brandi, who had still been at the house, agreed to pick him up, so Janet could fix them a nice dinner. Jake searched up and down the line of waiting cars, until he saw his familiar red firebird. Leaning on his red car was the even more recognizable redheaded Brandi. Despite being short in height, she would stand out anywhere, thought Jake. An airport security guard's was smiling while caring on a conversation with her.
Our national security had a slight breach as the guard appeared captive of Brandi's smile, charm, and curves. Her short light blue cottony summer dress accented her curves perfectly. Probably anybody else would have been told to move on; but not Brandi. By the smile on the graying guards face he probably would have helped her carry explosives before upsetting the happy redhead.
Jake speculated how long she had been waiting, since he had been held up in luggage pick up.
"There's my lost no good friend," Brandi said pointing in Jake's direction. She bounced off the car and hugged Jake gently. He returned the hug gladly.
"A man should never leave a lady waiting," Brandi said in a mock scolding tone.
"You have a good day," the guard said. Brandi waved bye. He walked off to his job of moving cars along and possible terrorist treats with a bounce in his step.
"Do you mind if I drive?" Brandi asked.
"Not at all, thanks for picking me up." Jake took the passengers seat willingly as he was tired from his travels and thinking.
"No problem, I'm getting in to driving this stick." Brandi slammed on the gas. The car sped away from the curb. "What the hell? Why did you keep me waiting, you bastard?"
"I couldn't help it. I was helping a young mother with a crying infant find her luggage."
Brandi glanced over to Jake just for a second. Jake could see a curve of a smile developing on the side of her face. She tilted her head. "So you kept me waiting, while you were checking out some hot mom with milk swollen tits?"
"Yes, you would say that, you warped girl. I was being a regular boy scout. Only you could twist out helping someone into something shady. The poor woman was embarrassed. The whole front of her shirt was soaked from her leaking breast, brought on by the baby crying. Her husband was supposed to meet her when she got off the plane but he got delayed. I was funny, when her husband finally did show up; she was ecstatic and angry at the same time."
"You're telling me; she had so much milk she had soaked through her pads and bra?" Brandi squirmed in her seat and shifted the gears extra hard. Jake didn't answer her. Brandi couldn't let the conversation go. "So what did this mommy look like?"
"She was young, probably twenty, thin and had long straight blond hair. She was dressed nicely because she was expecting her army lieutenant husband to meet her. She hadn't seen him for six months. He hadn't even seen their baby yet."
"That's sweet. But let's think about it; a hot young mom with leaking breast and an officer and a gentleman returning from a long deployment. Wow, that's so incredibly hot." Brandi had to slap on the brakes for a red light. She was distracted. Jake knew she was building a mental image of the greeting. Jake appreciated Brandi's ability to take pleasure in any situation; and make it erotic. She is a special woman in her own way.
"Did you and Janet have a good time?" Jake asked. He didn't want to change the subject but curiosity was getting him. Janet had already given him the details of the previous night encounter between the women over the phone. But he wanted to hear Brandi's account.
"Yea, but it would have been much better if we hadn't been hampered by your stupid limitations on her. That's actually the wait I was complaining about, not the airport."
"I'm sorry. But Janet likes challenges, and I wanted to be there when you finally got to appreciated all her treasures. You can forgive me for that can't you?"
"Yea maybe, but you should have been there. What the hell were you doing; leaving her like that? And over some silly business. Your rich, you don't have to rush around like that."
"You're right." Jake adjusted himself in the chair. He turned to look out at the passing trees. He could feel himself being uncomfortable about being so wrong. "I've been trying to figure out, why I didn't bring her along. Perhaps, I just needed some time to myself. I'll never leave her again; at least not voluntarily. She really makes me happy and content when I'm near her." Jake turned to Brandi. He wanted to make sure he directed his attention toward her for a moment. "I've been thinking about how grateful I am to you. You got us together. I owe you more than you know."
"You're Damn right you do. And I plan to collect from both you and your Mommy." Brandi looked over to Jake with a wicked grin.
Jake knew she had something in mind, but he was hesitant to ask. Especially since she had brought up the stepmother angle; Jake was still trying to forget Janet was his stepmother. If his father had not passed away, she would still be just that. Greif for his father had turned to pleasure for him and the thoughts occasionally haunted him. His father's death had left him rich and now sexually satisfied, and it was a little troubling. He didn't speak the rest of the way home.
They reached the house about dinner time. Janet opened the front door. She had been waiting for the sound of the sports car with great anticipation. She stood in the doorway wearing her usual frumpy long skirt and oversized blouse. At first she waited in the doorway, but when she saw Jake's smile, she ran to his arms. Jake lifted her up, spun her around, and kissed her hard. He had never had someone to greet as he came home; it felt good.
"Perhaps I should be going home," Brandi said.
Jake let Janet down and they both grabbed an arm of Brandi.
"Oh no you don't, you're our honored dinner guest," Jake said.
