Chapter 2

As I sat in front of my keyboard to work on my novel, I unsnapped the button on my jeans and let my finger lay over my clit. I pretended it was Kate’s finger. It was crazy to let myself think of Kate and me being lovers. Now my clit was demanding that I do more than just touch it. I could feel the moisture building, almost puddling below my finger, and I flicked the chunk of skin. The other hand snaked up under my blouse and squeezed a nipple. I screamed softly, “Fuck Me,” as the orgasm began, then ended.

Ten pages later, the phone rang. “I have two hours.” I was quiet and she continued, “Do you want me?” Of course she probably meant ‘do you want me to come over?’ but I took it like she said it. “Yes,” I replied.

A few pages more and I heard them come in. “Sorry about that Judy,” she mumbled as she hugged me. It was a hug that could have lasted an eternity, but didn’t. Sam played with his toys in the living room while Kate sorted the mail and paid my bills. I tried to focus on my writing, but all I could do was look at her legs under the desk, at her fingers holding the pen, and at her face.

“Mom, I’m hungry,” Sam begged as he stood in the office doorway.

Kate stood in the kitchen fixing Sam a sandwich. I stood behind her close enough she could feel my breath on her neck as I struggled with my desire, my need to kiss a patch of skin just above the shoulder blade at the base of the neck. “Please,” she whispered. I leaned forward the last few inches. Her head cocked to the side. “Yes,” she whispered.

Her bare legs extended well past the hem of her short thin skirt to her bare feet. Before my lips left her neck, my hand slid along her skirt until my fingertips rested under it near the bottom of her cheeks. “Oh-h,” she moaned as they were placed in the same place we last touched that day in the pantry. She thrust her hips back and spread her legs forcing my fingers deep in her. “Nice,” she groaned as she wiggled her hips around making my fingers touch all over inside.

“Mommy,” Sam called out. “Just a minute,” she replied loudly to him and, “Don’t stop,” softly to me as she put the top piece of bread on the sandwich. “Mike doesn’t touch me like that.”

“I’m hungry.” Sam called out. “Me too,” she whispered to me. I reached around and pressed my hand over her pussy pressing a finger against her clit and then rubbing it. She leaned back against me, turning her face enough to kiss me quickly. “I needed that. I need more.”

“Why did you kiss her?” Sam yelled.

We looked down and Sam was standing just a few feet away.

“Judy was sad,” Kate answered.

“Why is she touching you there?”

“Here’s your sandwich darling. Sit at the table and I’ll bring you something to drink.”

As he sat at the table in the dinning room, Kate whispered, “He’ll tell Mike.”

The knock on the door was unexpected; I rarely had company and was a very private person. Kate always just came in, that was expected. I opened the door. A taxicab drove away. Kate stood with a suitcase next to her feet. “He took Sam and told me to get out.”

I held my hand out and she followed with her suitcase. The door shut behind her with a thud. We stood facing each other in the living room, my arms around her. A hand slid down and held her crotch, pressing softly at first, then firmer. “You want my mouth here don’t you?” It was the wrong thing to even think about at this time, but I didn’t know what else to say or do. Our lips were a breath apart as I massaged her jeans.

Her head moved up and down slightly as we continued our stare, our lips getting closer. She groaned something I didn’t quite understand. I didn’t need to. I led her to the bedroom, to the bed still not made from this morning. We would just mess it up anyway, not that I knew she would be here.

Kate sat on the edge of the bed and began to undress as I kissed her neck and touched her breast. “Just enjoy what I’m doing,” I cooed.

“I am,” she moaned. “I love your touch.”

Naked, we lay against each other amid the wadded up sheets. My hand rested between her legs as I kissed her. My tongue roamed in her mouth, then hers in mine. No rush, no child begging for her attention, just soft skin pressed against soft skin.

I could feel her fingers exploring my pussy, and then finding my clit. “There!” I said a bit louder than I’d had expected. “Sorry. Just so nice to have you touch me there. … Pretend you’re touching yourself.”

“I’m trying to relax.”

“No need to rush. We have plenty of time. Don’t we?”

Kate kissed me like I’d dreamed of being kissed as her finger pushed inside me. “Let me love you,” she begged.

“For as long as you want.”

My lips kissed their way down her chest and across her stomach until my tongue at last lapped the wetness from between her legs that were now pressed against her chest. “So good!” she yelled as I sucked her clit from the hood into my mouth and rolled it back and forth between my lips. “Asshole never did that.”

“Guess he never knew about your clit?”

“Just how to get his rocks off. … Don’t stop.” She rested her hands on the back of my head and held it against her as she rested her legs against my shoulders and moaned. I added a few fingers to the sloppy wet opening as I kept her clit in my mouth. She wiggled against my face. Her juices dripped down my chin. “Oh baby … ah-h-h yes,” she moaned over and over acting like it was the first time anyone had done this for her. It probably was.

“I want you on my face,” she begged. I turned so I could continue. A lick, a suck, and she stopped long enough to mumble, “Delicious,” before spreading my opening wider.

We had finished unnumbered orgasms and were limp against each other when her cell phone rang in her jeans on the floor. Almost falling off the mattress, she unfolded the phone just before the fifth ring. “Hello?”

“Where ever you are, stay there. A judge just gave me temporary custody of Sam and you’ll never find us.” The call ended and Kate began to cry as she fell against me, the phone stuck between us.

I pulled the phone out and held it. “What did he say?”

“I’ll never see him or Sam.” The sobs became louder as her body heaved between each sob. “Now what?”

I tighten my arms around her and kissed her a few times as one hand rubbed her back then her hip. “I could get very used to holding you.”

“Oh Judy … I could too, but I don’t have a job, I can’t help with the money…”

“What’s important is if you want to be here with me.”

“He’s a jerk. He will never be as good to me as you are. Does it make me a bad person to love you more than both of them?”

I could not answer and just held her. I was selfish. At last I had someone to hold me.