Complications

by Mj Williamz

  “Okay. Now let’s get home and get you taken care of. Your place or mine, baby?”

  “Yours. It’s the one with all the toys.”

  Mel laughed.

  “You know, it might be fun to go toy shopping together. There’s this store in Somerset that’s like a flippin’ grocery store sized toy store.”

  “That would be fun. Maybe next weekend?”

  “Sure. Let’s plan on it.

  They went back to Mel’s house, and as soon as the door was closed, Susan was in her arms. She kissed Mel and ran her hands down her chest.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” she said.

  Mel eased herself away from the door and took Susan’s wrap off. She tossed it on the couch.

  “Let’s go shower. We need to get the salt and sand off of us.”

  They stood in the shower and stripped out of their suits. Then, Mel turned the water on and watched Susan’s breasts rise and fall as Susan washed her long, dark hair. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she bent over and kissed them. First one, then the other, she lovingly kissed up and down on them before finally taking a nipple in her mouth.

  “No fair,” Susan said.

  “All we said was that you would come first. We didn’t say where or how.”

  “Oh, God.” She leaned against the wall of the shower and held Mel’s head in place. Mel kissed down her stomach until she knelt between her legs. She darted her tongue out to taste the saltiness of Susan’s pussy. She tasted delicious, her normal flavor mixed with the salt of the sea.

  “Oh, shit,” Susan said. “You’re going to make me come.”

  Mel didn’t respond, rather kept doing what she was doing until she felt Susan’s fingers dig into her shoulders as she came.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Susan stood holding on to Mel until her legs quit quivering. When she felt Mel’s tongue again, she mewled in delight. Mel certainly knew what to do to get her off, and it wasn’t long before Susan’s world was shattered again. When the pieces all came back together, she finally found her voice.

  “Let’s get to bed where it’s safer,” she said.

  They dried off and hurried to the bedroom. Susan climbed on top of Mel and rubbed her wet pussy all over her.

  “Oh, Jesus,” Mel said. “You’re driving me fucking crazy.”

  “Yeah? Good.”

  Susan licked up her own trail as she slid down Mel’s body. She put Mel’s knees on her shoulders and went about her business between Mel’s legs. Soon Mel was holding her face to her and grinding her hips against her.

  “You feel so good,” Mel said.

  Susan couldn’t speak. She could barely breathe. But it was worth it. She wanted Mel to feel everything she made her feel. And soon she did. Mel arched off the bed and froze, and Susan knew she’d done well. She smiled to herself as Mel relaxed back onto the bed and eased her grip on Susan.

  Susan kissed back up Mel’s body and snuggled into her arms where she fell fast asleep.

  When she woke up in the morning, Mel was already out of bed. She found her again at the kitchen table. Susan poured herself a cup of coffee and sat with her.

  “Aren’t you putting any clothes on?” Mel asked.

  “Do I need to?”

  “No way. I like what I’m seeing.”

  “Good.”

  “So, what’s today look like for you?” Susan said.

  “Surfing with Joey then hangin’ with you at the bar. If that’s okay.”

  “That’s fine. I hope it won’t be totally dead.”

  “I know. You need the tips.”

  “I really do. Although I’ve got to say, the women in this town are great tippers, so even when it’s not super crowded, I do okay.”

  “Great. That makes me happy.”

  “You’re so sweet,” Susan said.

  “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  She stood up and kissed Mel.

  “Any chance I can talk you into coming back to bed?”

  “Wish I could. But I’ve got to meet Joey. I’ll see you this afternoon.”

  She kissed Susan good-bye and was out the door.

  Susan was left to her own devices. She wandered back to the bedroom and lay down. She started thinking of Mel and the previous night and her hand automatically drifted between her legs. She played over her swollen clit to her wet center, still coated with the juices of her orgasms. She closed her eyes and placed her other hand on her breast. She pinched her nipple while her fingers rubbed herself. She got closer and closer as she thought of Mel and all the fun they’d had.

  Just before she reached her peak, a picture of Dorinda flashed through her mind. She stopped what she was doing.

  “What the fuck?” she said.

  Still, she was too close not to finish. She pushed all thoughts of Dorinda away and took herself to a mind-blowing orgasm. She showered, put on her swimsuit and wrap, and cut through the neighborhoods to her house.

  She sat on the patio eating breakfast, thinking of how much she was enjoying her life now that Mel was in it. Mel was a special person. So different from women she’d dated in the past. She didn’t seem to have an agenda or seek to control Susan. She just wanted to have fun and wanted Susan to have fun. It was so refreshing.

  She changed into her shorts and shirt and drove to the bar. She got there just before one. The parking lot was practically empty. She couldn’t wait until fall got there. Fall meant football, and football meant crowds, and crowds meant money. But she still had a month to go before preseason started.

  Susan pulled into her parking place and let herself in the back door.

  “Hello,” she said to Joanne.

  “Hey there. How you doin’ today?”

  “Not bad. I can’t believe how dead it is in here.”

  “No kidding. I’m thinking about retiring. I could work this hard at home.”

  Susan laughed, though it really wasn’t funny. It was hard to remain upbeat when the bar was as empty as it was. There were two people at the bar and another two people in a booth. That was it. Susan put her apron on and went over to the people in the booth. She saw their drinks were empty.

  “Can I get you some refills?” Susan said.

  “No, thanks. We were just leaving.”

  Susan forced herself to keep smiling as she cleared the table. She got back to the bar and started polishing glasses. At least it was something to do.

  “Those already sparkle,” Joanne said. “How do you think I keep my sanity before you get here?”

  “Great,” Susan said. She sat on a stool behind the bar and visited with Joanne for a while.

  “Oh, heaven help us. There’s new blood in town,” Joanne said.

  Susan followed her gaze to the door and saw Dorinda walk in wearing the same short-shorts she’d had on the other day. But instead of the halter top, she was wearing a T-shirt.

  “Hey, Susan,” she said.

  “Hey, Dorinda. What are you doing here?”

  “I came to see where you work. You love it here so much, I wanted to check it out. Not very busy, is it?”

  “It has its moments,” Susan said.

  Just then, Joanne cleared her throat.

  “Oh, Joanne, this is Dorinda. Dorinda, Joanne.”

  Joanne extended her hand.

  “Nice to meet you,” she said.

  “Nice to meet you, too.”

  “Any friend of Susan’s is a friend of mine.”

  Susan had to turn away so her smile didn’t show. Joanne was old enough to be Dorinda’s mother, but she was going to give it her best shot to hit on her. Susan bit her lip so she wouldn’t laugh.

  “Can we get you something to drink?” Joanne said.

  “I’d love a Bloody Mary.”

  “You want to make that, hon?” Joanne called over her shoulder.

  “Sure. I’m on it,” Susan said.

  “Since when do you tend bar?” Dorinda said.

  “Since it’s slow. There’s no waitressi
ng to do, so I’ve been learning how to mix drinks.”

  “Well, that’s good. Another trick of the trade. Might come in handy someday.”

  “It comes in handy now,” Susan said.

  She handed Dorinda her Bloody Mary, and she and Joanne waited as Dorinda tasted it.

  “This is really good,” Dorinda said. “I wish you’d had this skill before. Remember all the brunches we used to throw? I was the one who had to make all the Bloody Marys.”

  “Wait a minute,” Joanne said. She looked from one to the other. “You two were an item?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” Dorinda said. “For quite a while.”

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to step on any toes.” Joanne looked at Susan.

  “No worries,” Susan said. She didn’t have the heart to tell Joanne she wasn’t threatened by her. Not that she had anything to be threatened about. She was thinking too much and starting to confuse herself. She moved to the other end of the bar and started polishing glasses again. Dorinda took her drink and moved down there.

  “Hey. I came here to see you. Why’d you come down here?”

  “I like to keep busy.”

  “I don’t blame you. But you can keep busy talking to me.”

  “How’s Lucinda today?” Susan searched for some safe terrain. She didn’t know why she was feeling so nervous around Dorinda suddenly.

  “She’s doing well. She had a rough night last night, but seems to be in good spirits today. Although I suspect she’ll sleep a lot today.”

  “That’s probably good for her,” Susan said.

  “Yeah. She wants to stay awake more, but I think it helps her conserve her energy to sleep.”

  “You ready for a refill? Or do you have to get going?” Susan said.

  “I’ll take another one. I have nowhere to go and nothing to do today. My only goal today is catching up with you.”

  Susan’s stomach fluttered. What was going on with her? Why did she care if Dorinda wanted to play catch up? She had nothing to hide.

  *

  Mel and Joey agreed to meet at Kindred Spirits for some beer and pool before Joey had to go home.

  “One pitcher,” Joey said. “I need some time with my wife and boy.”

  “I get that,” Mel said. “I get time with my woman at the bar.”

  “That you do. I don’t. And I miss them.”

  “Fair enough. One pitcher.”

  When they walked in the bar, Mel was bummed to see how dead it was. But she saw Susan at the bar, leaning over it, chatting amicably with a customer. Good for her, Mel thought. Susan saw Mel walk in and stood up straight. She smiled, but it didn’t seem to go to her eyes. Mel walked up next to the patron and saw it was Dorinda.

  “Well, hello, Mel,” Dorinda said.

  “Dorinda.”

  Joey sat next to Mel.

  “We haven’t met,” she said. “I’m Joey.”

  “Hello, Joey. How do you fit into things?”

  “I’m Mel’s best friend.”

  Mel was annoyed. She didn’t like the fact that every time she turned around, Dorinda was there. She wanted her out of town like yesterday.

  “Oh,” Dorinda said. “It’s nice to meet you then.”

  “You two want a pitcher?” Susan said.

  “Yes, please,” Joey said. She reached for her wallet.

  “Wait,” Mel said. “We’ll play pool for it. Loser buys.”

  Susan laughed.

  “It’s all about pool with you two, isn’t it?”

  “You bet, babe,” Mel said. She poured two glasses of beer and walked over to the nearest table. She and Joey lagged for first shot. Mel won and sipped her beer while Joey racked the balls. The game was over in no time with Joey cleaning the table with Mel.

  Mel paid for the beer.

  “Bummer,” Susan and Dorinda said at the same time. Then they laughed. Mel smiled, but didn’t think there was anything cute about Susan and Dorinda. She didn’t like Dorinda anywhere near Susan. The idea they were getting chummy really rubbed her the wrong way.

  “Another game?” Joey said.

  “Sure.”

  “Rack ’em.”

  Mel racked the balls and watched as Joey almost ran the table. Mel took her turn and only knocked in two balls. That was so unlike her. She wondered what was up. Then blamed it on Dorinda. She needed to leave.

  Joey won on her next turn.

  “Okay. That’s it for me. I’m outta here,” Joey said. “Dorinda, nice meeting you. Susan, good to see you, and, Mel, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Mel watched Joey walk out then turned to lean against the bar and talk to Susan.

  “You can grab a stool,” Dorinda said. “I don’t bite.”

  Fuck you, Mel thought. I can stand if I want or sit if I want. Dorinda had really gotten under her skin.

  “I’ll play a game of pool with you,” Dorinda said.

  “No, thanks. I’d rather chill and talk to my girl.”

  She reached her hand out, but Susan didn’t take it. She thought that odd, but didn’t say anything. She was definitely going to have a chat with Susan that evening.

  The shift seemed to last forever, and Mel often sat silently as Dorinda and Susan talked about the good ol’ days. There was lots of laughter, which confused Mel, as Susan had made it sound like there were more tears than laughter when they were together. How quickly she seemed to have forgotten.

  When her shift ended, Dorinda stood to leave.

  “Are you okay to drive?” Susan said. “I’ll be happy to give you a ride.”

  “No. I’m fine,” Dorinda said.

  Mel said a silent prayer that she’d get pulled over.

  “You ready to head home?” Mel stood.

  “Sure.”

  “Your place or mine?”

  “Let’s go to my place tonight,” Susan said.

  “No problem. I’ll see you there.”

  Mel got to Susan’s house and waited out front for twenty minutes before Susan finally got home.

  “Thank God,” Mel said. “I was starting to get worried.”

  “Sorry. We just started chatting in the parking lot. Time got away from me.”

  Mel was completely unamused. She fought to keep from barking at Susan.

  “Well, you’re home now anyway,” she said.

  “Yep. Let’s get inside. We’ll order a pizza. How does that sound?”

  “Sounds great.”

  As they waited for the pizza, Mel broached the subject of Dorinda.

  “So, what’s with Dorinda?” she said.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Like, why is she always around now?”

  “She’s living here until Lucinda passes,” Susan said. “You knew that.”

  “I know why she’s in town. I just don’t know why she’s always around us.”

  She didn’t want to point out she was always around Susan. But she was.

  “I think it’s all coincidental,” Susan said. “This is a small town, lover.”

  “I don’t. Maybe The Shack was. But she had to know you worked at Kindred Spirits.”

  “True. She did come to check out where I worked,” Susan said.

  “I’m wondering if she wants you back.” There. She’d said it.

  “What? That’s preposterous.”

  At that moment, the doorbell rang. Mel got it and paid for the pizza. She set it on the dining room table.

  “Let’s eat,” she said.

  “You know you’re crazy,” Susan said.

  “Prove that to me,” Mel said. “You two were awfully chummy this afternoon. Prove to me she doesn’t want you.”

  “I can’t. But she knows I don’t want her.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I’m with you.”

  Mel didn’t mention that she’d barely spoken to her at the bar that day. That she and Dorinda had been chatting like old sorority sisters.

  “I’m just not so sure I want you working with her anymore.”
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br />   “Mel, I’m doing this for the family. For Lucinda. Not for Dorinda.”

  “So you say.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It’s supposed to mean that maybe they might think something else. Maybe Dorinda thinks you’re doing it for her. Maybe she’s looking at it as a chance to get you back.”

  “You’re just being paranoid,” Susan said. “Dorinda knows I’ve moved on. This group of people were like family to me when I was with Dorinda. I’m simply helping the family out now.”

  “You just keep telling yourself that,” Mel said.

  “Maybe you should go home,” Susan said.

  “What? Ah, come on. So we disagree. That’s no reason to kick me out.”

  “I think I’d like to be alone tonight.”

  Mel didn’t understand. She was more confused than ever.

  “Will I see you tomorrow night?”

  “Leave your door open. I’ll come over after my shift,” Susan said.

  “Fair enough.”

  She kissed her on the cheek and left.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Susan tossed and turned in bed that night. Sure, she’d had a great time with Dorinda that day, but it was just fun and games, right? She was falling in love with Mel, wasn’t she? She thought she was. She wasn’t ready to say anything like that to Mel. It might scare her off, but she sure thought she was feeling that. So why the heart flutters with Dorinda? She tried to tell herself it was stomach flutters from nerves. Dorinda hadn’t been nice to her when they were together, and now she wasn’t sure which Dorinda would show up, so she was nervous when she saw her. That had to be it. She fell into a restless sleep where Mel and Dorinda did battle in her dreams.

  She dragged herself out of bed the next day, took a shower, and went to work. It was a slightly busy Monday afternoon. At least compared to the day before. So she waitressed and had fun talking to all the customers and made good tips. She had a great day. Until it was seven o’clock and it was time to go to Dorinda’s. Lucinda’s, she corrected herself. She was going to Lucinda’s.

  Susan arrived promptly and found Dorinda lying on the couch.

  “What are you doing?” Susan asked. She tried hard not to look appreciatively at Dorinda’s long legs and perfectly pedicured feet resting on the arm of the sofa.