...Happen Again (2)
Danny and Jill spent most of the morning in bed, reluctantly getting up some time after noon as hunger made its presence felt. As Jill watched Danny make her way to the bathroom, she wondered if food could really satisfy her anymore…She wasn’t sure food could fill the aching need she felt to stay in Danny’s arms…to touch her…taste her…
Jill shot a rueful glance at the tangled mess of sheets on the bed, her body responding to memories of their passion. She couldn’t remember ever being this uninhibited with anyone…well, at least not the first time. Jill even wondered if she had unwittingly become a sexaholic. She grinned at the not-so-unwelcome thought. Where do I sign up? Lord knows I can’t seem to get enough of her....
Danny gazed at her reflection in the mirror, grimacing at what she saw. Her hair gave new meaning to the word “disarray”. I look like a gremlin. What a way to make an impression.. She ran a brush through her hair and swished some mouthwash. Better. Now I’ve got a hungry woman to feed. That thought reminded Danny of Jill’s mouth and truly poetic tongue driving her absolutely crazy with lust.
There was a knock and then the bathroom door opened. Jill stood in the doorway, trying to look impatient.
“Well, obviously you are alive. I thought you’d maybe collapsed from hunger…like I’m about to.”
Danny grinned and walked over to Jill, sliding her arms around her waist and pulling her close. Jill disentangled herself from the embrace.
“Awwww, come on, Jill. Just a little kiss. See, I’m all minty fresh. 4 out of 5 dentists really want us to do this,” Danny joked.
“Not until you’ve fed me. Now step aside so I can win that 5th dentist over.” Jill gave Danny a playful tap on her behind, and herded her out of the bathroom.
“Women!” Danny grumbled as Jill firmly shut the door after her.
They went out for a quick stroll after what Jill referred to as their post-coital brunch. Danny thought the exercise unnecessary…given their activities of the night before…and hopefully, the night to come, but she kept quiet about it and simply enjoyed Jill’s company.
Whether by tacit agreement or simple coincidence, neither woman sought to explore the implications of their night – and morning – spent between the sheets. Danny was reluctant to broach the subject, but was filled with a bunch of “what next?” questions. Like Are we dating? Do we move in together? Do we stop seeing other people? Is this a relationship?
Danny was used to throwing herself completely into relationships, holding nothing back. For her, having sex was as good as signing on the dotted line…even if she had what she considered an unfortunate history of launching into “lifetime commitments” to women she hardly knew.
Who knows? She mused, looking over at Jill. Maybe this is exactly what I need. Maybe this time, I’ll at least get to know her… spend some time with her…before asking for her hand in marriage. She smiled to herself. What a truly radical idea.
“Hey…you zoned out there for a sec,” Jill’s voice broke into Danny’s thoughts. “What’re you smiling about, anyway?”
“Er…sorry…I…we…” Danny blushed as Jill laughed. “No…I didn’t mean that…”
Jill raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t mean what, ye eloquent one of suddenly few words?”
Danny looked at Jill. Let her eyes wander over her body, and back up to search her face…her eyes. She felt a jolt run through her…and took a deep breath…
“I was thinking…we should head back to my place. Monday suddenly seems a whole lot closer than you are. And I need you close right now.” Danny held Jill’s gaze, watching as desire replaced the teasing glint “My body needs you close…right now.”
Danny leaned forward and brushed Jill’s lips with her fingers, and then her lips. She teased Jill with her tongue, pulling back when Jill’s mouth opened to receive her.
“Oh my…you…” Jill moaned, then suddenly and urgently kissed Danny with passion that would not, and could not be mollified by mere whispered promises. “I want you too…now!”
