Date: Sat, 27 Mar 2010 06:24:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mas P <maspgurl@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Island Girl - Part 2

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Island Girl - Part 2
By Mas


A quiet R&B song was playing on the radio in the office.  Luther Vandros
was singing about "Here and Now". The man made me want to be in love
whenever I heard his voice.  Or at least inside some woman.  Some tall
woman.  Some woman with nice, strong shoulders...nice, thick thighs and big
strong hands...maybe with a low, short hairstyle and...

"Joanna!" I jumped from my chair.  My boss was looking at me strangely.
"You sick honey?"

"Ummm, just thinking about something Ms. Peters.  Was there anything that
you needed?"

She looked unsure but shook her head and stepped into the office.  "Well
your mama just called me worried about you being tired from work." I sighed
and told her to ignore her.  "I need the Brennan file by 3 o'clock then I
want you to go home at four today."

"Ms. Peters-" she held up her hand and I tried not to get angry with my
mother who I knew was behind it.  The woman still thought I was a kid.
"Yes Ms. Peters."

"Did Terry's mom get through to you? She was trying to call to say thank
you." I was on conference calls all morning so knew that I missed it. When
I told her this she waved it away.  "Well she wanted me to give this to you
anyway."  I took the paper and looked at it.

      366-9900 - Pine Way Drive, House # 98
      Gina

"Jo!" I jumped again, cursing all the way back to the seat of my chair and
pressed my hand to my chest when I saw Karl standing on the other side of
my desk.  So lost was I in studying the paper that I didn't notice when
Ms. Peters left and Karl arrived. "Where in the hell were you?"

"Why is everyone trying to scare me?" He shook his head then asked me if I
wanted to tag along to a hotel bar that the after work crowd frequented.
Though drinking with him and his boyfriend was always eventful the paper in
my hand burned through my conscience.  "How 'bout a rain check?"



Gina Lawrence didn't pick up her phone all afternoon.  So at four that
afternoon I packed away my purse and left work, deciding to go to her home
after I changed and grabbed a bite to eat.  She had to have intended for me
to stop by when she left the note right?

The evening was warm so I wore one of my cut off jean shorts and a t-shirt.
I avoided the more populated roads at the center of the island and took the
scenic route to the address.  It was near the water.  Though I never
ventured into the neighborhood I knew that there were some nice homes in
the area.

98 Pine Way Drive was a nice house with an entrance that sat nestled
between two very old looking trees and a lot of flowers and rocks.  It was
almost as if the greenery were hiding the house.  I stepped up a
wrap-around porch admiring the look of the home.  My hand reached for the
doorbell then I froze when a low growl told me to stop.

The sound came from my left and as slowly as possible I turned toward
it. It was a German Shepherd.  A very big German Shepherd.  "Good
doggie..." I said as I backed away from the door.  The beast of a dog
reached my stomach, and at 5' 6" I didn't consider myself to be a short
woman. The dog followed me step for step until my hips connected with a low
railing.  It kept on advancing as I stood still, ready to scream at any
second, waiting on it to jump me for the kill.  I watched the snarl
disappear as it sniffed the air a few inches around me.  When a rough
tongue stuck out and ran up my thigh I released a relieved breath.  My hand
hesitantly touched its inky, black fur. So soft.  It seemed that it was all
the big, black monster of a dog needed for it to jump up on its hind legs,
slapping my shoulders with its paws to lick the hell out of my face.
"Ach!" It jumped down and wagged its body excitedly running off and barking
its head off.

"Okaaay then," I wiped my face, grimacing at the sticky wetness on my
fingers.  "One bipolar dog? Check." It seemed to be a very big dog for Gina
but I was sure it did its job; scare the crap out of strangers.  "Almost
made me shit a brick..." I stopped when I heard what had to be a saw.
Curious now I followed the sound.

I followed the steps of big, black dog and came around to a huge backyard
filled with trees and flowers and a half naked Terry Lawrence.

The muscles in her arm flexed as she ran the saw through a piece of wood.
When the wood fell to the floor I must have made a sound because her head
jerked up and the shiny surface of her shades were pointed at me.

She stood up fully, yanking off a pair of work gloves.  The shorts she had
on rode low on her hips, showing the top of what had to be boxer briefs and
boy was I happy. A weakness of mine was women in men briefs so I filed away
her choice of underwear beneath "sexy". I had quite the view of her
stomach; her flat, hard stomach.  The sports bra covered her breasts but
uncovered everything else.  I watched as she slowly placed the gloves on
the table, muscles flexing under a layer of sweat.  Sweat I saw myself
licking off of every inch of her body.

"Ms. Larnet." No surprise.  No confusion in her voice.  As if loan officers
walked up to her half naked, sweaty body everyday.  "What can I do for you
this evening?" My mouth went dry.  There was that smile again.  I watched
it grow as she watched me.

You're doing it, I thought.  I watched an eyebrow rise.  I didn't say that
out loud did I?  Before I could answer my own question I raced on, "Your
mom gave me her number and address.  I couldn't get her by phone so decided
to stop by..." She stepped closer to me.  I looked around to keep my brain
from scrambling.  Though the yard looked beautiful, magazine worthy, it
couldn't hold my attention the way Terry Lawrence did.  She was standing in
front of me with sweat dripping down her stomach.  My eyes tracked up over
her chest, up her neck and finally was on her face.
"Is...ummm...where...?" My speech regressed to that of an infant.

"Is my mom?" She finished, looking at me as if she was trying to hold back
a laugh. I rubbed my eyes.

With a deep breath I rearranged my thoughts, determined to get out a
complete sentence.  "Is she home? I wanted to say hello." Her shades were
pushed to the top of her head.

"Oh she's home."  I watched her pretty eyes roam over my body.  When her
eyes moved down my thighs they slipped away as she shook her head.  I
wanted to know what she was thinking.

"Can I see her?" I didn't want to see her mother. In fact, she was the
farthest person from my mind.

"Don't see why not.  You'd have to go to her house to do that though." I
looked around confused.  The big, black dog was looking up at me panting
happily in the shade.  Even he was smiling at me.  "Number eleven, Paradise
Road."

Uh huh...

"Her house address." She chuckled.  "She gave you the address to my house."
With a whistle she called the big, black dog to her and they began to walk
up a stone pathway through the back yard.  She stopped and looked back.
"You comin'?" A moment later she disappeared behind a huge bush.

I walked through what had to be a pretty expansive garden until I saw a
back porch that led to a pair of glass doors and spotted her moving around
in the kitchen.  She opened a fridge when I stepped inside, after a few
moments she sighed.  "Damn, nothing to drink."  She went to the sink and
filled a glass with water.  I watched her throat bob as she swallowed it
down.

"I can make lemonade." My mouth closed with a snap and I began to regret
saying it until I saw her eyes light up.

"You can huh?" I could.  Why did I say that though? I asked myself that
hours after I had left her house but in that moment I just nodded my
head. I knew why; I didn't want to leave her and making lemonade seemed the
logical solution.  "I need to shower then.  Can't have you makin' me
lemonade all sweaty now can I?" She smiled and I watched her disappear
around a corner.

Big, black dog looked up at me curiously and I looked down at him. Was it a
him? I bent down and my eyes widened.  Definitely a him.  "Okay buddy.
Where are the knives kept?" He sat down resting his head on his
outstretched paws still looking up at me.  "Lemons?" A dramatic sigh was
his response. "I see that this is going to be a solo effort."  I heard a
shower start somewhere beyond the doorway Terry disappeared through.
"Better get to it."



By the time she came back into the kitchen I had a tall, chilled glass of
lemonade waiting for her.  She smiled and sat in the bar chair next to me.
She grabbed the glass and took a hesitant sip.  With an appreciative look
she greedily gulped down the rest.  My mouth was still hanging open by the
time she was done.

"A bit thirsty there huh?" She raised her eyes from the empty glass and
burst out laughing.

"You could say that."  She looked around.  "Any more?" I went to the
freezer and grabbed the container.  After tossing in a few more ice cubes I
poured her another cup.  She finished that too and sat back.  "That was the
best lemonade I've ever had in my life.  Thank you."

I smiled and took our glasses over to the sink.  "I can do that." She stood
up and tried to take the glasses from me but I shoved her away with my
hips.

"It's nothing." I felt her eyes on me as I washed the cups.  She had her
arms crossed over a now covered stomach.  The tight tank top stretched over
her torso barely brushed against low riding cargo shorts.

"Swimming after those runs yet?" I laughed.  She was persistent about
that. If only she knew how unlikely it was for me to EVER get in that
ocean.

"Why are you pushing it?"

"Because you're body can benefit from it."  The thought of her not liking
my body created little sparks of insecurity.  I crossed my arms and felt my
shoulders getting tense.

"I think that my body is in great shape." She smiled down at me stepping
closer.

"I think that your body is beautiful." She stepped even closer.
"Incredible." My eyes fell on her full lips.  She licked them.  I wanted to
give them a lick of my own.  "I'm not in the closet Ms. Larnet."

That was one way to kill the mood.  I blinked then stepped away.  Her smile
was gone but her mouth still looked relaxed...welcoming.  The light brown
orbs that studied me told another story though.  They were
resolute. "What?"

"I spent quite a few years hiding around this island and at school.  I'm
not going into hiding again..." She studied my chest then looked away
quickly to wipe her mouth and shook her head.  Something said too low for
my hearing was pushed past her throat.

"I'd never ask you..." She looked up at me and moved even closer, this time
resting her hand on the edge of the counter on either side of my hips,
trapping me.  I could smell her shower gel now.

"I'm not accusing you of asking me anything, I'm just telling you what I'm
not prepared to do." She leaned into me, her lips a breath away. The tangy
scent of lemons filled my senses. They looked so moist..."Not even for
you." My head snapped back.  I pushed her away as she just calmly looked at
me.

Who does she think she is? Not even for me? My thoughts were an angry mess.
My mouth opened and closed as the words that were bubbling in my throat
piled up on each other.  I pushed her further away and headed for the door.
Her feet were slapping against the floor to catch me but I just moved
faster and slammed out of her back door.  The dog started barking loudly.

"Roc!  Hush!" She stepped outside her house.  I heard the door slam shut
but I didn't hear her behind me as I quickly retraced my footsteps to the
front of her house.  She wasn't following me.

I don't know why I even expected her too.



I was pissed.  I took it out on everyone and everything.  I nearly gave
myself a heart attack with my running the next few days and I was short
with everyone at work, even Karl, and he notice.  Karl didn't suffer
bitches lightly.

"Hi, queen bitch? Can you tell Joanna that I said hello and I'd like to
talk to her please?"  I stood at the tea machine in the break room glaring
at it, willing it to speed the hell up.

"Not now Karl."

"Then when? You've been fuming up and down these halls for three days now?
What's going on?" I looked at him and tried to scowl him away.  Some of the
hurt Terry stirred inside of me may have peeked through because the next
thing I know he was pulling me along the halls and practically tossing me
into his office.  I looked around at the office, it was notably smaller
than mine but that was the only major difference.  He sat on the edge of
his desk and pointed to his chair.  I sat down.

"Speak to me honey."  His office had no pictures. The only person I know
he'd want to be looking at while he worked he couldn't look at because of
what others would say, or think...or do.  Would I do that too? Hide the
woman I was seeing or in love with from the world?

In love with...where did that come from?

"Is this about that woman?" I sighed and sat back in the chair crossing my
legs.

I told him about Gina Lawrence and the site Terry was working on, or one of
the sites by the sound of things.  He laughed his handsome head off and
made me promise to introduce him to Gina when she came back to the office.
Now the entire scene just seemed like the prelude to a very humiliating
evening.

"She doesn't want to be with me and made sure that I know it." I crossed my
arms and looked at the floor.  When my eyes began to sting I blinked in
surprise.  Only when I said it out loud did I realize how hurt I was by the
words.  "...not even for you." A tear escaped.

I told him about that too.

He shook his head and pulled up a chair next to mine. When he took my hand
I looked to the side into compassionate eyes.  "Jo, the woman is not in the
closet, YOU are.  She was protecting her ass, that's all.  Letting you know
what she's willing to do with you."

"You heard what she said Karl."

"And I agree with her." I gaped at him.  "Frankly I have no idea why you're
even IN the closet, it's not like women have it as bad as men on this damn
island."

"That is so untrue! And I'm only...quiet about my love life at work." He
rolled his eyes.

"You mean lack-of-love life..." His smartass wasn't fast enough to miss my
fist. "Ouch!  It's the truth! You're fucking fine as hell, have this woman
chasin' your ass and you're hidin' in a damn closet for no fucking reason!
Get with her and wave the sheets on the streets after she fucks you!"

The laughter bubbled up then spewed out of my chest.  It took a few minutes
for us to control ourselves afterwards.  "She said I need to go swimming
therefore implying that my body isn't attractive." He threw up his hands
and walked around to his chair.

"WHAT are you TALKING about?" I told him about that too, trying not to let
my insecurity show but he saw it anyway.  "Who knows what she meant Jo? No
one will unless you can read her mind.  But if someone tells me that my
body is beautiful and incredible, I'd take the compliment and run."

"So you think she really likes my body then?  She's just obsessed with
swimming?"

"Yes!  I love your body! Now go call her to set up a date.  I want to see a
smile on that face when I see you again." I hugged him and left his office
on a mission.

I was going to ask Tereesa Lawrence on a date.



It was no problem getting Terry's phone number.  The problem was actually
calling her.  Dialing the number, waiting for it to connect and actually
saying hello, that was the problem.  I couldn't do it.  So I went home
instead to my empty apartment and got into my empty bed.

Then I prayed for morning to come so I wouldn't have to lay there thinking
about being alone at night in my empty apartment and empty bed...again.



"Shit!" I said as I panted, staring out at the ocean.  My lungs were
burning, my legs were burning and my skin was hot. Those first rays of
sunshine made the sky glow. It was as if someone was holding a lamp behind
an indigo screen and moving it up, making it glow brighter and brighter.
Some things seemed to be a constant in my life; my singleness and a
beautiful sunrise every morning were two of them.

I breathed in deep and felt my heartbeat begin to slow.  I stood up
straight and began to walk down the shore toward the little forest of trees
that would take me to my car.  The shadow was leaning against a tree this
time.

It didn't surprise me to see her there that morning. What did surprise me
was her turning around and walking away.  A few minutes later she
disappeared. I walked up to the tree she was leaning against as she watched
me, sure that I felt the heat from her body when I touched the rough bark.
I looked into the slowly lightening forest of pines.  It made sense that
she'd be here in the mornings since her home wasn't very far away from the
beach.

I studied the tree for a few moments, listening to my own heartbeat in my
ears, knowing that the thought of my fingers touching a tree she touched
caused it and not knowing how I'd react if she touched me.



I'm not a ho.  I know that I'm not a slut.  These are things that I KNOW.
My mom enrolled me in a Christian high school and had me in church every
Sunday until I got tired of being condemned to hell every Sunday and going
home depressed.  I've been a good girl for as long as I can remember.

Even my sex has been...good.  Nothing risky or wild. So why was I telling
you this now?  I felt like one.



I decided to visit her that evening.  Just to say hello...and that I was
sorry, for running away.  I hadn't seen her since I left her house pissed
off. Karl helped me to see what she was telling me, or at least trying to
tell me.  So now I understood...I think.  I understood.

I knew that I couldn't see myself kissing her on the lips in front of my
office, or any woman for that matter, but I couldn't stay away.  I
understood though.

She was playing fetch with Roc. He noticed me first and came barreling over
to me. I braced myself in anticipation.  She must have noticed his
intentions because she barked an order and he skidded to a stop about a
foot way, grinning at me in that way only dogs can.  I reached out a hand
and patted him, his tail began to wag excitedly and he moved closer and
closer, leaning his weight against me for more attention. It was hard NOT
to laugh at him. He was a cutie. A scary looking one but a cutie.

"You little womanizer, go fetch that." She tossed a tennis ball as far as
she could and we watched as he took off, barking excitedly. Her smile
remained as she studied me.

"Came to make me some more lemonade?" I smiled and shoved my hands into my
jeans, or at least tried to. They were tight allowing only the tips of my
fingers room to squeeze in. Her eyes took in my outfit and brightened.  I
guess she approved.

I wasn't one to be fussy outside of work so my faded jeans and t-shirts had
to do. My flip flops rounded it all out. She stepped aside and let me lead
the way down the pathway to her backdoors.  Both were open.

As soon as I stepped inside the kitchen I felt like sleeping. The cool
breezes that moved through the doorway were a god send.  From the corner of
my eyes I saw her sniff at her t-shirt and had to smile. She thought about
what I thought of her.

"Can I take a quick shower?" I looked up from the lemons I was cutting. She
had to have bought a lot of them since then, they filled an entire basket
on the countertop.

"Well this is your house..." She chuckled and slipped a hand in her pocket.

"Don't want you to think I'm abandoning you down here." I nodded my head
and she turned around and pointed at Roc who walked up quietly behind
us. "You better behave."  Roc sniffed before he stretched his long body on
the floor. "And you," I looked up surprised. "Don't disappear. I'll be
right back."

And I guess that her parting shot alluded to me running away after her
little speech the other day.  I looked at Roc who was studying me, panting
happily.

"You thirsty?" His big, pointy ears jerked. I went to the fridge and
decided to pour him a bowl of cold milk. His tail wagged as he watched me
pouring it. When I placed it on the floor his body tensed, ready to pounce
on it.  He looked from me to the bowl then back again.  "Come on boy-" he
jumped from the floor like a spring and started to lap up the milk
excitedly.  About 10 seconds later he was licking his mouth dry then
licking my face that was conveniently at his level with me kneeling on the
floor.  "Whoaaa!  Okay, no more kissing.  I mean, I hardly know you." His
tail wagged excitedly at me as I stood up.  I poured some more since he
seemed to like it and refocused my attention on the lemonade.

When Terry stepped back in the kitchen she looked from Roc who was sitting
at my feet to the carton of milk, to the bowl, then back to me. "I guess
this hedonistic critter didn't tell you that he has cold water on the porch
there huh?" I looked guiltily at her.

"Did I do something wrong?" She smirked as she walked over to the empty
carton and lightly tapped Roc on the nose with it. He sniffed and pushed
his head into her thigh.

"No, you just made a friend for life.  This guy loves milk more than doggy
treats." I took the juice from her freezer and poured her a tall glass. I
watched her drink it down so I topped her off again.  She looked into the
glass empty and half empty jug disappointedly.  "Damn, you make the best
lemonade I ever had in my life.  I don't want to drink it all though."

"So you say. I can make you more you know?" She smiled and leaned forward
on her forearms studying me.  "I mean, you have a bucket of lemons here..."
I eyed the basket of shiny, yellow fruit.

"I bought them yesterday for you." I'm sure that my face must have
registered surprise and maybe a bit of pleasure. You'd think that it was
normal to have a bowl of lemons waiting on a stranger from her relaxed
expression. Her eyes looked curiously at me.  "Grab the jug, let's sit
outside." I did as I was told and watched her grab the glasses.  We settled
into a soft and comfy couch on the porch out back. As soon as I sat I was
surrounded by the sight, sounds and scents of her back yard. She was an
incredible landscaper and I told her so.

I saw her look shyly into her drink.  "Thank you." Roc sat heavily on the
floor next to us then spread out on his side, no doubt about to fall
asleep.  "How was work?"

"It was good. Average." She smiled over at me and I wished I sat
closer. The one cushion that separated us felt like an ocean.  "It's very
peaceful here."

"It is." Her hooded eyes scanned the garden that had to have taken a lot of
work to maintain. By the looks of her body I didn't think she had much
problem doing just that.

"You must not be able to get women out of here when they come by." There.
I said it.  She looked at me with a tilt to her head. After she sipped her
juice Terry stretched her arm along the back of the couch, managing to move
closer to me as she did it.

"Is that the case with you?" I nearly choked on the sip I was swallowing.
"You don't have to answer that." I saw the smile she tried to hide behind
the glass at her lips.

"You get up pretty early..." my attempt to change the topic was
acknowledged with a nod.

"My days start much earlier."

"Do they start when I see you on the beach?" She smiled.

"You could say that." I bit my lip.  Her eyes followed the movement.  I
watched the way her hands gripped her glass, even as the slippery surface
condensed beneath her fingers she held tightly to it.  Would she be like
that with me?

No matter how wet I got...how slippery...

"I hurt you when I said what I did the other day." I looked up at her.  Her
smile was gone.  Now her lips were pursed. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"No it's not." She placed her drink on a nearby table.  "And that's the
problem." She took my drink from me too.

"What-"

"Shhhh..." She said with a finger pressed to my lips.  When she replaced
her finger with her mouth all protest died in my throat.  The soft, full
flesh brushed against my skin. It wasn't right to have lips like hers. It
wasn't right at all.

Her lips fit perfectly against mine as she tugged and nipped playfully. At
some point my eyes drifted close and the only senses that remained were
sound and touch...and taste.  I'd never experienced such a peaceful kiss in
my life. Or a tasty one. When I pulled her lower lip into my mouth the tart
and sweet taste of the lemonade teased me.

Her hand moved until they cupped my cheeks. The cold fingers of one hand
against the warmth of the other. She placed a kiss to both sides of my
mouth then my chin and nose.  My eyes opened again. Her light brown orbs
were hooded and looking into me. I licked my lips trying to taste more of
her.  Her eyes flickered to my mouth.  I did it again and she pressed
closer.  When I licked them a third time her lips wrapped around the tip of
my tongue.

My eyes shuttered close.

Good god this woman can kiss. She ran the tip of her tongue over mine,
asking to play.  Then she bit down gently on it, tugging it into her
mouth. I moaned.  She stretched out, moving into me fluidly, pushing me
back into the couch.

My hands reached down to steady myself as her body moved over me. We were
both breathing hard as I offered up more of myself to her. She pulled my
tongue into her mouth and began sucking on it. I felt her fingers moving up
my side, sneaking back down only to slip beneath my shirt.

Her thighs were on either side of mine so when I pushed up into her I
wasn't surprised to feel resistance. A grunt rumbled from her chest.  Our
kiss was hotter now, the innocence long gone.  She was a master of that wet
and very warm organ. I decided to play dirty too and ran my hands over her
back.  The hard muscle I felt beneath the material of her shirt would have
made my knees weak if I was standing up.

She felt so good. She tasted so good.

Her hips moved into me, earnestly.  When I tugged my tongue away and teased
her she nipped at my lips until I gave it back.  She realized when it was
too late that it was a trap for her. Her hand reached out to grab onto the
arm of the couch when I started to suck greedily on her.  Her hips began to
rock in rhythm.

God! I have to get these clothes off.  That was the only thought racing
through my brain as I felt her rocking into me.  But it was too late.
Impossible, I thought, I have to be dreaming. No one can orgasm from a
kiss!

But I sure did. I shook and trembled beneath her as she rocked her hips
into me, the solid length of her pressing wonderfully into me.

I couldn't ever get use to this, I thought as I the last few spasms moved
through me.  It was too good. I knew that I'd always want more of her. When
she tore her lips away I groaned loudly. She didn't pause but started in on
my neck. "...Ressa..." I mumbled, hearing the way I shortened her name but
unable to say more.  It felt as if any spare energy went into that orgasm.

"Mmmm," she moaned as she licked her way down my neck, tugging roughly at
my t- shirt to get at more skin. When she couldn't reach any she started to
yank it up, bunching it at my neck and tugged down the cups of my bra.

My breasts popped past the material, dark tips hard and ready for her. She
swooped down on them, alternating between breasts greedily. "That's it..."
I moaned.  "Harder...oh God..." It felt so good. It's been so long...

Her sucking turned gentler until they became little licks that moved to the
underside of my breasts. When my body bucked beneath her she looked up at
me surprised. Her lips stumbled on a sensitive spot and I saw her filing
the information away. She tugged up the bra until it bunched at my neck
too.  I pulled off my t-shirt as she playfully bit any skin she could find.
I giggled.  She moved on down my stomach.  Her kisses grew wetter the lower
she got until her tongue was swiping along the edge of my jeans. Her
fingers were on the button there.

Pop. I lifted my hips as she pulled them down, grabbing my panties on the
way and yanking them down until they were somewhere behind her.  I sat up,
pressing my back to the couch as she tugged me forward.

"Someone might see us." I protested feebly.  Her yard was open to the
front.  This fact fluttered through my mind but disappeared when I felt her
hands on my ass holding each cheek.

"Shhh..."

I barely had a chance to straddle her shoulders before her lips were
sucking me into her mouth.  It was as if she were trying to completely
consume me inside out. I moaned loudly.  "I knew it," she said into me then
her mouth was attacking me again. With every swipe I felt my world shaking,
threatening to shatter.

"Don't stop...d-don't stop..." I panted out loud. It sounded like even the
birds grew quiet at her assault, but that was just my own heartbeat
drowning out the world.  She squeezed my ass as her lips pulled my clit
into her mouth and sucked hard, she let go of me with one hand and plunged
her fingers into me.  "Ohh Reesa...Reesa..." I moaned.  My hands squeezed
her shoulders with each stroke of her tongue. Then I saw Roc racing down
the steps and into the yard.  "Reesa, wait..."

"No," she murmured as she licked and stroked me to an incredible orgasm.
One that was short lived as I heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps on
stone.  "Mmmm, your pussy is so good, so tight..." My body trembled as it
tried to settle down again but she was only getting me wetter and more
excited. My hands alternated between pushing her closer and shoving her
away.

"Reesa stop someone's-"

"Yo! TK?! Are you okay? I heard-" A smaller and younger version of Terry
materialized.  I couldn't hide it even if I wanted to.  I looked like I was
getting fucked and enjoying every second of it. And Terry couldn't hide
either since she was still buried between my thighs.  I shoved hard on her
shoulders.

"Oh shit Terry! I'm so sorry!" Terry whipped her head around and scowled at
the young girl who was backing away, barely avoiding tripping over Roc.

"Mellisa!" Terry barked in annoyance as she wiped her mouth.

"I'm going! I'm going! I'll be in the front!" With that she practically ran
away with an oblivious Roc dancing excitedly around her legs.  They both
disappeared a moment later.

"Joanna, wait..." I was already pushing her away and fishing around for my
clothes and my pride.

"I can't believe I just did that." She stopped trying to stop me and that
made me stop too.  Then I replayed what I just said. Her face had already
turned to stone at the implication.  She stood and picked up my t-shirt
where it fell over the arm of the couch.  "I didn't mean it like that
Terry, I meant-"

"I know what you meant Ms. Larnet." Her voice was cold. My eyes turned to
slits.

"Don't call me that! Stop calling me that!" She crossed her arms. If I had
a glass of juice I would have thrown it in her face. How can she call me
that after what we just did? I yanked my shirt from her and tugged it
on. "Who was she?"

"My little sister, she drops by without calling.  I've already cussed out
her ass about it."  Now her crossed arms seemed protective instead of
defensive.  I stood up, running my fingers through my braids, getting them
in some semblance of order.  How did I lose myself long enough to have sex
on her porch?  I wanted to reach out and touch the corded muscle of her arm
to reassure her but I didn't.

Instead I looked at my toes then out into her yard. "I'm sorry, for saying
that. It's just that..." I looked up into her eyes. They were closed to me
now. I sighed.  "I've never done anything like that before."

There was a smile trying to squeeze its way past her mask of indifference.
That was all I needed to see. I stepped closer.  Though there was still a
considerable amount of space between us, like four inches, I still managed
to smell myself on her.  It made my stomach tighten in awareness. I wanted
her bad. I needed her bad.

"Can I see you tomorrow?" She wiped her face and turned around to look into
the trees.  She couldn't say no, I wouldn't let her. I walked behind her
lifting my hand to touch the material of her t-shirt.  Her shoulders
relaxed marginally.  I ran my hands up her back, I wanted to move them
around her stomach.  I wanted to hug her, then slip them lower and lower,
until they were inside those shorts.  Over the low, coarse hairs I knew I'd
find...would she let me? Would she spread her legs for me? Would she be
shaved?

I wanted answers to these questions.

"You swimming after those runs yet?" She turned around.  My hands stayed
and ended up on her stomach. I didn't move away. She smiled down at me as
she shook her head.

"I can't."

"Why?" I looked up at her, the smirk was toned down now and her curious
gaze was back in place. She reminded me of Roc then.

"Why do you keep asking me about it?"

"Why NOT ask you? Why can't you do it?" I rolled my eyes and stepped father
away.  "Where are you going?" She grabbed my arm and gently tugged me back
until I was pressed up against her.  The length of her thigh pressed
against mine.  She moved her face closer and I watched her nose flare.

She felt it too.

Damn.

"I'll be there in the morning. You're getting in that water." That old
annoyance at being bossed around flared up but excitement was there
too. She was the first woman that I'd ever been with who was a little
controlling.  I liked it.

"I can't and I won't." She moved back releasing my arm.

"We'll see about that." I stepped down from the porch and she followed
close behind.



Roc was playing in the front of the house with TK's sister who I learned
was Mellisa, Mel for short.  She looked up shyly as she pushed Roc around
to his heart's content. My eyes lowered in embarrassment as the memory of
our first meeting flooded my thoughts.  Mel saw her big sister fucking
me...Oh God.

"Nice to meet you again," came the cheeky greeting. Another smart ass.

TK moved as if to chase her and she jumped back with a laugh and ran around
the yard disappearing.  "She won't say a thing about it again. Not if she
values her life."

"I'm sure," I said dryly. I stood behind my opened car door and she stepped
forward.

"You can't keep comin' around here breaking down my resolve." My eyes
lowered. She chuckled and pulled the door open. I sat down. "What am I
gonna do with you Joanna?" I bit my bottom lip and shrugged. She laughed
and closed the door, stepping back as I started up.

With hands shrugged in pockets she watched me reverse then disappear.



As I panted down the shore I felt her eyes on me and as promised, she was
there waiting.  She had on men's beach shorts and a bikini top. I decided
that the darkness of the sky was in my favor because she looked too good to
be showing off her body in daylight.  Lesbian or not she was bound to have
both men and women eyeing her.

But no matter how good she looked she wasn't getting me in that water.

"Good morning." She smiled and reached out for the shirt I had thrown over
my shoulder.

"Mornin'," she took my hand but I pulled it away. A look of surprise filled
her eyes but she just smirked and took my hand again.

"Reesa!" Her smile turned predatory.

"I like how you have your own little nickname for me now."

"TERRY! I can't go in there." She grabbed me by the waist causing me to
squeal.  "Nooo..." She chuckled as I banged my fists against her shoulders.

"Stop hitting me before these people think that I'm raping you."

"I can't swim Reesa! I'm gonna drown in there!" She slowed then lowered me
to the sand. The water raced up to my tennis shoes. I jumped back tugging
her with me. She looked just as confused as everyone else I told my little
secret to.

"What do you mean you can't swim? Everyone can swim." I crossed my arms.

"Obviously not." She scratched her head as she studied me.

"But you grew up on an island..."

"So? No one ever taught me. And not everyone who grows up near water can
swim."

"But you're on the beach all the time..." I shrugged.  Now I felt like an
idiot. It was a well kept secret.  Telling someone you couldn't swim was on
the level of spitting on the Holy Bible.  She took my hand.  I looked up at
her expecting to see a teasing smile but instead her eyes were filled with
compassion

"Do you trust me?" I hardly knew her how could I trust her?  My heart was
singing a different tune though. More like shouting.

I nodded my head. Yes, I did trust her.

"I'll teach you how to swim.  We'll come out here in the mornings until you
learn." I looked apprehensively at the water but she tugged my chin
back. "Not every morning, just some." She stepped closer pulling me close.
The few runners who I usually spotted were eyeing me now, eyeing us both.
Guess I just outted myself to my "running family".

At least that's one group of people out of the way, I thought.

"Come on, trust me. We'll take it one step at a time..."

I held onto her hand tightly as I stepped out of my tennis shoes then my
socks. She smiled encouragingly at me as I felt the cool water splashing
deliciously against my legs.  Then the water was hitting my thighs.  As
soon as it hit my stomach I felt that telltale tightening in my
chest. Fear.  "I'm right here Joanna," I turned into her waiting arms and
wrapped my thighs around her.  "You can stand at this depth you know."

"I don't care." My voice trembled. She rubbed my back reassuringly.

"Okay, we'll just stay here okay.  Soak it all up." I nodded my head
against her neck.  Gradually I began to relax and my choke hold on her
eased to my hands resting on her shoulders.  "Better?" She asked.  Her lips
were close to mine.  I nodded my head, dipping my head before I could stop
myself. Our lips pressed together softly.

I pulled away. She had a pleased smile on her face. I looked at her pretty
hair style regretting that she was going to get it all messed up.

"Your hair..."

"I don't care about shit like that." She touched my braids sadly.  "But
your hair..." My eyes widened as I realized that they were getting a little
wet at the tips.

"Oh shit!  Pull them up! Pull them up!"  I held on tighter as she made a
knot on top of my head.

"See? All better.  We need to get you a swim cap."

"You too." She smiled and I felt her legs kicking, keeping us afloat. I
felt bad for a moment that she was doing the work for the both of us.

She deserves it though, pressuring me into the water.  It wasn't such a bad
deal though, wrapping my legs around her waist as she held me up.  Now I
knew exactly how it would feel in bed...with my legs wrapped around her, it
didn't take much for me to imagine her pounding into me with a strap-on.

"I would pay good money to know what you're thinking about." I blinked and
the steamy vision turned to her grinning face.

"Nothing..."

"I'm sure." She mumbled then nodded to the shore. "You ready to head in?" I
nodded my head, trying to hide my disappointment. "Just hang on, but not
too tight." We made our way to the shore.

We walked past the trees, both of us sticky with the grainy feel of salt
water drying on our skins.  All too soon we were standing in front of my
car. She sat on the hood with legs spread. "Why didn't you just tell me
that you couldn't swim?"

"People make a big deal out of it." I shrugged again. She chuckled and
stood up.

"You're very easy to like Ms. Larnet." At my scowl she lifted up her hands
in a show of peace. "Sorry.  I meant to say Joanna. Habit." She shrugged
too then led the way to my side of the car.  "You drive safe now."

"You're kinda bossy." She chuckled.

"And I think you kinda like that." Getting into my car was a great cover to
hide the revealing expression that I knew was on my face.  "Have a good
day."

"I will.  You too.  Don't work too hard." She smiled and stepped back, as
always watching me drive away.



I didn't see her that night.  It was as if my mom sensed that I wanted to
get laid and made it her mission to ruin my plans.  But god how I wish I
went to her that day because the rest of the week turned into a traffic jam
of meetings every evening.

I managed to call her on Thursday night. Though the conversation was short
it was sweet enough to let me know that we were still...whatever we were.

"Hello?" My eyes closed when that sexy alto voice greeted my ears.

"Hey.  It's Joanna."

"Well hello there."

"How was your day?"

"Long, tiring...one of the guys quit so I had to get down and dirty today."
I heard a grunt and imagined her stretching her legs.

"What happened?"

"He was a lazyass bum and wanted to get away with that with me so I gave
him some choices and he made one." I heard the irritation in her voice. I
didn't like it.  I surprised myself with this feeling; me caring that she
was stressed at the end of a work day.

"Bet you could use a nice, cold glass of lemonade right 'bout now." I bit
my lip. The low way I said it sounded decidedly suggestive. I think we both
knew what kind of "lemonade" I had in mind. I knew that she knew by her
response.

"I could use a few glasses of your lemonade right 'bout now." My hand
slipped between my thighs as my eyes closed.  "I'd probably get greedy
though, messy too. Might drink it in the kitchen, on the porch..." Her
voice was deeper now. "My living room, bathroom...bedroom..."

"Ressa..." I whispered. I wanted her.  I pulled the t-shirt I wore to bed
higher up my thighs; my fingers ran over my underwear.  I felt the wetness
there, it wouldn't take me long at all to get myself off.  I wanted to see
her.  I looked at my watch, swallowing. It was already 11pm. I had to be at
work for 8:30 the next day and I needed to be up for 5:30 for my
run..."Reesa-"

"You need to get to bed." Disappointment laced the quiet words.

"I do" I agreed.  I didn't ask if I'd see her on the beach.

"Goodnight Joanna."

"Goodnight Reesa."

It wasn't going to be a good night at all. Vivid scenes of us together made
sleep near impossible.



It wasn't a goodnight.  I had another bad dream. The figure was still
ambiguous but scared me so much that I woke up shivering.  Twice in a month
was too much.  I hated waking up from those dreams. More than that, I hated
waking up from them alone.

I had a day filled with paperwork and emails to return. It was lunch time
on Friday and like most office workers, my mind was on the weekend. I had
no idea what I wanted to do. I thought about getting the girls then I
thought about the little projects that I wanted to get done around the
apartment.  I wanted to repaint the living room and it would be great to
buy some plants for the kitchen.  That would mean a trip into the city.  Or
maybe Reesa knew of a great plant place.

Reesa. I mentally added her to my to-do list.

I wouldn't mind checking her off of my list every day. I decided to go out
for lunch that day and waited at the entrance for Karl to join me since he
wanted to get out of the office too.  "Where to sweetie?" He asked as we
approached my car.

"Jimmy's" He rolled his eyes.

"You eat there whenever you get a chance! I want MacDonalds or anything
else Jo." It was like watching a five year old demand candy.

I stood looking at him over the roof of my car. "You will never utter the
name MacDonalds in my presence again Karl. And I heard Amanda and her
lackeys inviting you out to lunch so if you don't want Jimmy's then just go
with them."

"Ohhh! Well excuse me for being normal and not having money to spend up in
some restaurant everyday." I turned the key, frowning when the ignition
didn't turn over. "You know I don't like those bitches but come on Jo!
Jimmy's again?"

"I don't go there everyday." I tried again. Nothing. "Dammit."

"Pop the hood." I did and he stepped out of the car. I stood next to him
and we both stared at the mess that was my car's inner workings.

"So what are you looking for?" I asked. Karl shrugged.

"I don't know, I was hoping you'd tell me." I punched his arm and he
laughed.  "What? I don't mess with engines and stuff.  I just got a
manicure!"

"Shit. Who in there knows anything about cars?"  The afternoon sun had me
fishing for my shades.

"One of the IT guys," I shivered at the thought of asking one of them.
They already looked at me funny, well more particularly my ass.  I had no
intention of owing them a damn thing.

"Can you call your guy?" His face lit up then grew dim again.

"He went to Miami yesterday."

"Shit." We looked at my engine some more.

"Why don't you call your girl?"  Reesa? Why did I assume he meant Ressa?

You know why Jo...

"I don't have a girl." He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips.

"Well why don't you call the girl you don't have?" I pulled out my cell
phone and scrolled down to where I had it saved. Karl noticed this of
course, so he had to tease me about it.

"Shut up," I said to him as I pressed the call button. He teased me some
more until I pushed him back into the car. "I said shut up."

"Okay, but you did call me," I didn't hear when she answered the phone. I
slapped Karl's arm and pointed to the phone.

"NO! No, sorry Reesa.  I didn't mean you." She chuckled.  I heard men
talking in the background.  "Are you busy?" Of course she's busy Joanna.

"No busier than usual." Was she always smiling? I heard it wrapped around
every word. I always smiled when someone was smiling at me who I liked, so
I started to smile too "What's up?"

"Well, it's my car-"

"Can we dump that sand now boss?" Someone shouted in the background.

"Can't you see me on the phone Sammy?" I heard mumbling. "Yes you can dump
it, next time say excuse me."

"Yeah boss..." I tried not to laugh as I pictured one of the big guys who
worked for her skittering away properly scolded. She sighed.

"Sorry 'bout that Joanna. It's like they were raised by a family of
gorillas." I laughed as I pictured it in my head. She chuckled.  "What's
wrong with your car honey?" Karl nudged me when I started to look
embarrassed.  I shooed him away, not about to let him know that she called
me my first endearment.

"Ummm, it won't start."

"Did you check under the hood? Is it the battery?" I was even more confused
as she started to put names to the mass of boxes and cords under the hood.

"I don't know..." She chuckled.

"You may just need a jump, is there someone there who might have the
cords?"

What cords?! Karl was sitting in the passenger seat filing his nails in
between fanning himself.  "Ummm, I have a friend with me but he's even
gayer than I am and won't get his manicure messed up even if he knew what
to do." She burst out laughing.  I chuckled and shook my head at the
ridiculousness of the situation. It felt good making her laugh.

"I'm guessin' you're at work right? Parking lot?"

"Yeah."

"On lunch break, a break you already missed 30 minutes off?" I lifted my
wrist and sighed. She was right again.

"Yeah."

"I'll be there in 15 minutes.  On the other side of the island." I told her
not to bother since she was so far away.  I'd ask around at work and find
someone who could help. She was quiet for a beat.  "I'll be there in 15
minutes. Wait inside where it's cooler. See you then."  She didn't wait for
a response.

With a soft snap I closed my phone.

My frown must have been mistaken for her not coming because Karl was
already calling her a bitch for not coming.

"...when you call her, OBVIOUSLY in the middle of a crisis, and she's not
gonna help you?"

"She's coming." His mouth snapped closed.

"Oh." His mood lightened up instantly.  "Well then, I'm excited! I get to
meet your mystery lover!  Is her voice deep? What does she look like
again?"

"Let's just wait for her inside crazy." He clapped his hands as we stepped
past the doors of the bank.  I led him to my office and people walking by
looked at me curios about Karl who was practically bouncing off the walls
in excitement.  "Too much coffee." I said.  Most people nodded their heads
understandably.  He really did get excited from too much caffeine.



I was sitting down listening to Karl tell me about some movie he saw the
day before with his boyfriend when someone came knocking on my door.  It
was open already so just swung even wider revealing the face of the
assistant that I shared with another loan officer.  She looked like she was
trying to hide a smile as she told me that someone was here to see me. She
wasn't very successful.

"Send them in Tiffany," I stood up in surprise when Reesa stepped up to the
doorway.  Karl looked her up and down then turned to me mouthing, "wow."
It was for good reason; Reesa looked good in a white dress shirt with the
TKL logo on the right pocket.  The shirt was rolled up her forearms and
tucked into a slightly dusty pair of dark blue jeans. Black work boots
rounded out the outfit and as usual her dark shades covered her eyes.

Tiffany hadn't left yet, she stood by greedily taking it all in and what it
all meant. When someone sent you lunch in the office it meant only one
thing, you were together. Reesa had a slightly greasy paper bag in one hand
and a plastic bag with two cans in it in the other. The surprise was as
clear as day in Tiffany's eyes. She had no idea that I was gay.  "Thank you
Tiffany." Finally she caught on to her staring. With a smile and nod she
disappeared, no doubt to spread the good news. Or bad new depending on your
point of view.

I ushered her inside the office and closed the door.  Karl was already
standing up with hand held out. It looked like he was about to curtsy.

"Hello! I'm Karl.  You must be Terry." Terry smiled politely, shoving her
shades on top of her head. She had on a hat today.  The khaki hat had the
logo of her company at its.  I took the bags from her and she shook Karl's
hand.

"Hey, nice to meet you." She smirked at him then turned back to me and
nodded at the food. "Since you missed your lunch and all."

"You didn't have to."

"I know." She smiled at Karl and opened the office door.  "Show me the
car. There's enough for two and two forks." I told Karl to dig in. He
smiled thankfully.

I felt all eyes on me as I led Reesa out of the bank. When we stepped
outside I exhaled.  She looked over at me but didn't say a word, though I
felt as if she wanted too.  I pointed out my car and popped the hood. She
fiddled around under the hood for a few minutes, repeatedly asking me to
try the ignition until finally it started.

"Come here a sec Jo." I hopped out of the car and stood next to her. She
pointed to where the ends of two cables connected with a big box that I
found out was my battery.  "That was loose, you need to make sure it's
tight whenever you check under here.  You only need one of these to do
that." She waved a wrench around that I didn't even see her grab from her
truck parked a few spots away.

"Okay. Tighten the end of the thick cordy things. Got it." She smirked at
me.

"Exactly." She gestured for me to step back and lowered the hood. "This is
a good car, when's the last time you got it serviced?"

"Well, I bought it a year and a half ago." She patiently looked at me.  "A
year and a half ago."

"You do realize that you need to have your car serviced every four months
right?"

"No. I thought that was a myth." She laughed as she wiped her hand on a rag
I found in the trunk.  I pulled her over as I sat down and grabbed the
cloth from her. After I wet it with a bottle of water I had in my car
boiling for days I wiped at the tougher grease stains on her fingers. She
was crouched down watching me carefully.

"You need to take care of this car before it shuts down on you. Send it in
this month Jo."  Her bossiness was in full effect now.

"Yes ma'am," I teased. Her body stretched to its full 6' 2" as her pretty,
brown eyes twinkled down at me.  I pouted when she pulled her shades over
them.  It was like looking into two mini mirrors. "You didn't have to bring
me food. Or that queen either."  She crossed her arms and leaned against
the car.

"It was free and you missed lunch." So that made it all logical, I thought.

"Free..." My arms crossed too.

"I have the hook up."

"The hook up..." She flashed her pretty teeth at me again. I loved how
strong they looked. Her mama must have made sure she had her milk.  Lots of
cream with her cereal.  I had some cream I could give her...shit. Her smile
told me that my thoughts were as loud as a bullhorn.

"I have to make sure you eat properly." I think that we both knew that her
definition of eating was now of the dirty variety. Her phone buzzed and she
yanked it up.  "Gotta get back to work. Enjoy the meal."

"Let me cook for you tonight." Her smile was instant.

"You don't have to ask me twice.  I'm there." I was giddy with
excitement. She stepped forward and I knew that she was going to kiss
me. My eyes were glued to my shoes a second later, it was reflex. I
couldn't help it. She couldn't help stepping back either.

I watched her shake her head and turn away. I grabbed her arm and slid down
until I held her hand.  "Reesa..."

"I know.  Text me your address." Her voice was irritated now so I let her
go, watching as she hopped in her truck and drove away.

I know that I shouldn't have cared about if someone saw her touch me, or
kiss me but I did. Looking away was probably as harsh as slapping her in
the face. But I cared. I just didn't know if I cared enough to risk
threatening whatever it was we were doing.


TBC