Heart Nectar

by Davee Jones

  Rather than chastise, George almost coddled her. “I should’ve been on the other side, I wouldn’t let you fall.”

  Seriously? This dude wasn’t for real. “It wasn’t your fault I fell.” Gasping again, she filled her lungs with refreshing air. “I’ve done this same thing a million times in my life. I used to be a champion tree climber.” Another intake of breath, she began to feel normal again. “Don’t take this personally, it’s not you, it’s me.”

  “You really dissed me in your time of need?” Apparently, someone’s used that line on him before. He didn’t sound pissed though.

  “Ha, ha, you’re a clever guy.” Mindie managed through with usual sarcasm.

  “I thought I would have to perform mouth to mouth, you disappointed me.”

  How had she not realized she was still lying on her back on the ground and he was inches above her face? Really, how off was her sense of perception? Did she have coffee breath? How the darndest things kept hijacking her thoughts. “You’re full of hot air, how was that gonna help?”

  Dipping his head in closer, her vision became blurred from the close proximity. What could she do? Sweat pooled on the back of her neck, she wanted to blame it on the warming sun. He exhaled against her lips, a hint of maple sweetness from the café permeating both her nose and mouth. Before she fully processed her response, she quickly lifted her head, jamming her lips against his. Not the most romantic, but, definitely savage. Their teeth banged together just for a brief time before he relaxed his lips, pulling back just enough to find a gentle tasty rhythm.

  Probably a full minute passed before Mindie halted their mouth to mouth graze. “That wasn’t on the agenda.”

  “It needed to be done, we weren’t going to get far today until we at least taste-tested each other.” Gently taking her hand again, George pulled Mindie off the ground.

  “What a lovely way to put something so intimate.”

  “Ah ha! You agree it was intimate. I knew there was a hopeful romantic somewhere deep down.”

  “I never know what to do with her when she’s on the loose.” Admitting she held hidden femininity somewhere inside next to the ramrod wasn’t easy. With her humor on the loose, it now made sense why her passion began peeking out.

  “She makes me wanna brush my teeth.” On cue, George described their quirky moment perfectly.

  Did he know how much these little quips chiseled away at the well-built tornado shelter around her heart? Living in the mid-west, she learned a safe room wasn’t only an exterior composition. Folks built one anywhere they needed safety and seclusion. She chose to construct one inside, with the ramrod as a support beam. Charles hadn’t even gotten this far into the interior maze of Mindie. He never knew all the complexities- he didn’t deserve to. But…did George?

  “Bravo, that’s a perfect comeback, never heard one any better. You should be in a contest like the rap duel Eminem had in his movie, Eight Mile.”

  “You saying I got cred?” Was he pretending, or did he really know who Marshall Mathers, AKA, Eminem was?

  “Absolutely.” If he understood her secret wanna-be gangster side, he gained a few more points and chipped off more formerly well-built refuge.

  “Does that mean I can kiss you again?” Moving toward her, he was a man on a mission.

  “Hold up! I’ll go straight outta Compton on your ass.” Maybe that last statement was going too far. She wasn’t some tough gang member, she was playing again, hiding from reality. “I’ll admit our little kiss was very nice. But, we have a job to do.”

  “What if we had time off the clock, you know, like a real date, not this illusion of work so I can get to know you?”

  “You admit it! This was a scam.”

  “I really did want to see your vineyard.” He wagged his eyebrows up and down. “It’s as promising as I imagined.”

  She hadn’t taken off a stitch of clothing, so she had no idea what the hell he meant by the hint. “Are you always this confusing?” Was he playing paper doll with her in his mind- taking on and off different clothes, projecting nipple shapes or colors and her bush density? Was she really hoping he was undressing her in his fantasies just as she was him?

  “Fo shizzle.”

  Her vagina clenched and he baffled her even more.

  Chapter Seven

  “So, I have a date with Brent, but, I’m concerned he’s gonna propose or something.” Nixie applied mascara while chatting with Mindie who lounged on the couch in her summer pajamas- tank top and panties.

  “He’s not that desperate to lock you down, Nixie. You need to quit being so sure of yourself like he’s under some German fairytale spell.” She would support her best friend most of the time. She finally crossed the line with Brent and her put-downs. He was a good guy after all.

  “I’m not trying to be a jerk. I guess I’m just intimidated. He said he wanted to take me to some romantic restaurant.”

  “Maybe he just wants to get lucky, have you ever thought of that? He is a twenty-something year old guy, sex is always on the brain. You guys have been on several dates.”

  Stopping the mascara wand for a moment, Nixie pondered the notion. “You could be right. What a relief, he just wants in my pants. Should I be relieved or insulted?”

  “Just go with it.”

  Drained and confused, Mindie came back from her non-date to the vineyard with George still trying to figure out what happened. Nixie asked few questions, as they had a small rush right before closing time. The date with Brent was the next focus of her attention. When they got home, apparently, she decided to re-hash the morning. “So, how was it with George today? Did he like our vines?” Nixie wasted no time.

  Tingling took over Mindie’s stomach as she interchanged vines with limbs, thinking of his legs, arms, and finally, his mouth. She liked his vines, that was a given. “He liked…the vines. Said they looked good and wanted to know if we were solid on the grapes we purchase from other owners. I told him we had written contracts, so, we were good until our first full harvest.”

  “You know, you were gone longer than what your little recap suggests.”

  “He took me to the bakery for breakfast first.” She better not read more into this and actually put two and two together.

  “Ah ha! I knew it.”

  Well, hell, she was onto us. Nixie absolutely didn’t need to know about the kiss. She’d blow it all out of proportion. “It was just one little kiss, no big deal.” What the hell was Mindie thinking? How did that fly out of her mouth?

  “You’re seriously holding back when I want all the juicy deets. You are so not getting off so easily. But, for now, I gotta jet.” Rushing out of the room, she took time to stop and turn, clapping her hands together. “I’m so happy George wants in your pants too. It’s our lucky time.”

  “Whoopee…” The words came out of Mindie’s mouth, but, they definitely lacked pizazz, and sure didn’t carry the usual meaning.

  Whooshing out the door like a cyclone, Nixie left behind an air trail of patchouli and jasmine. “Don’t wait up.”

  Grateful for the solitude, Mindie wanted to be alone with her thoughts to dissect them like an exceptional serial killer. Dating shouldn’t be so heavy, but, she didn’t know any other way to carry it. George carried this vibe about him completely opposite of Charles, a comforting relief that also made her nervous. Maintaining his confidence, he did so in a kind way, not arrogant and harsh like Charles. Asking questions, George became involved in their project, becoming saturated with the day to day operations, or so it seemed. Charles was gruff, appearing to only be concerned with numbers and not the human aspects of a joint venture.

  Should she really be comparing the twin brothers? People probably compared them all their lives and no one deserved that. They were two separate men, no matter how much DNA they had in common. Pitting them against each other in her mind yielded an unfair result, and probably even less accurate assumptions. Reaching into the freezer, she retrieved her favorite literal food fo
r thought- rocky road ice cream. Settling on the couch, spoon in one hand, ice cream carton in the other, she grabbed the remote and had an idea. Mindie looked around, fully aware she was alone, but, what she was about to do made her double check the premises anyway. With Nixie’s dating drought, she hadn’t had the place to herself in several weeks.

  It was soft core porn time.

  Bow chicka wow wow went through her mind, along with remnants of seventies instrumental music, so reminiscent of dirty movies. She retrieved her favorite DVD from the special hiding spot within an opening of the box spring under her mattress. Maybe she didn’t need to hide the flick like she was a dang teenager getting away with something nasty, but, Mindie was just shy enough to keep a few secrets from the world. By the time she began the movie, the rocky road had softened perfectly. Her spoon poised in front of her lips, her mouth began to water in anticipation. Whether for the ice cream or the flick, who knew.

  Thankfully, the actors had little dialogue to screw up the fairly foolish plot. By the time she slipped a few more chilled bites in her mouth, the plumber had the housewife’s shirt off, sucking her nipples, making Mindie’s own bead to attention. Her vagina clenched again, and she recalled George. Tonight would definitely be battery night. How long had it been since she’d been physical with someone was much longer than she cared to think about. Not a fan of one night stands, especially not in their small town, Mindie resorted to these creative cinematic efforts to get the ball rolling, so to speak.

  Continuing to take bites as if it were a popcorn bucket, Mindie absent-mindedly continued the melting, chocolaty comfort food now replacing a warm body next to hers. She finally lowered her spoon reaching nothing but cardboard bottom just as the busty blonde was reaching climax. Scraping the bottom, her eyes glued to the television, Mindie stubbornly discovered nothing left. Not to be wasteful, she tilted the container against her lips, determined to drink what was left, still watching the screen. Just as she got enough to swallow, a knock at the door interrupted her boob tube daze. Startled, she dropped the container, and her eyes widened.

  “Oh, shit, who’s that.” Murmuring more out of annoyance than true interest, Mindie quickly muted the television and listened for signs of departure. “Maybe they’ll leave.” She whispered to herself, still looking toward the door.

  Another knock, louder this time, more incessant. “Hello, Mindie, are you home?”

  That voice, oh that voice, baritone singing through the door. Sweet marshmallows on a stick, she should be familiar enough by now to know who was on the other side. Closing her eyes, she tried valiantly to filter who was standing there. But, try as she might, she couldn’t. Maybe if they spoke again, but, she dared not answer. Mindie only wanted whoever it was to leave her alone to finish ice cream porn night.

  “I saw your car out front.” Those damn twins were too alike. The teasing tone could’ve been either of them, she’d heard playful tones from both of them. However, Charles couldn’t keep up the goodness for too long. It had to be George.

  “Are you ignoring me on purpose?” Hmm, it could be Charles, the way his question held a distinct raw tone. Then again, sarcasm generally had a tone, signaling the possibility of George.

  Attempting to look out the window for a vehicle, Mindie leaned too far, pressing against the remote. Not only did she turn off the mute feature, her elbow pressed against the volume control, making the damsel on television moan louder and louder in high def stereo as the volume kept rising. All that followed was a series of “Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes…” With the slapping of sweaty bodies leaving little to the imagination of anyone listening, the man on the other side of the door could also assume it was her. The possibility mortified Mindie.

  Embarrassed, Mindie hit the power button on the remote, shutting off the TV completely. She rushed over to the door, opening it wide. “That wasn’t me, I swear.” She used one finger to cross her heart- the same one behind no bra and pert nipples.

  His jaw dropped, eyebrows raised, and his eyes widened all at the same time. “Uh, Mindie?”

  Standing in the threshold wearing only her tank top, panties, and smudges of rocky road ice cream against her nose and one side of her mouth stood Mindie. Her taut nipples stretched against the cotton fabric, and her chest heaved from deep breaths. She closed her eyes when she realized the reality of her appearance, minus the ice cream she knew nothing about. “Holy shit!” Quickly slamming the door shut, she hoped he didn’t see too much.

  “I should stop by more often.” Appreciation made its way through the wooden door in the form of a simple sentence.

  He saw plenty.

  “It’s late, can’t we talk tomorrow?” She opened up a can of worms since she didn’t know which twin stood outside her door. She wasn’t in the mood to entertain Charles with more opportunities to belittle her. If it was George, she wasn’t in the mood to say no.

  “You’re obviously awake, as am I.”

  What was he wearing? Was his hair long against his collar? Mindie was so shocked when she opened the door, she missed pertinent details. “I’m almost ready for bed.”

  “I could say something right now.”

  Of course he could, she put herself in that word trap. “That’s not what I meant.” Damn men anyway, all they think about is sex.

  Who was watching the porn, Mindie? The voice inside her head wouldn’t shut up.

  “I promise I didn’t see much- only a red tank top, some panties with a flowery design, and your hair in a ponytail…I hardly noticed.”

  Oh, yeah, he was really trying to save her dignity, wasn’t he? He practically memorized her entire presentation. “Are you going away or not?”

  “That would be not, so, you should really let me in.”

  Partially sounding like some stalker, something in his tone triggered a small alarm. “My cousin’s a sheriff, I could have you removed from my door step.”

  “Wait, do you really not know who I am? You saw me when you opened the door.”

  “Yeah, well, I was a little freaked out and blanked. Can you blame me?”

  “I wouldn’t want to forget the sight of you standing there, but, I can understand your point.” A long pause, made more painful by her solidly blue lady balls. “It’s George.”

  Of course it was George, the only thing missing was the bow on top of his head, as in the universe delivered her a gift to end her long-suffering sexual drought. Mindie didn’t have to watch cheesy porn, she could get the real deal delivered to her door, like a carnal pizza. “I need to throw some clothes on and I’ll be back. Hold on.” Would she really trust herself to let him in?

  What the hell.

  Returning, she appeared slightly more presentable with a bra and shorts on. “C’mon in, but, I’m tired, so, let’s call this a short visit.”

  He stood there in different clothes than he wore that morning. But, people take showers and change clothes, especially in the summertime. Wearing a baseball cap, he demonstrated his support of the Hawkeyes, but he also covered his sexy hair. Had he really went to school in Iowa and not somewhere like Harvard or Yale? “I wanted to thank you.”

  What kind of thanks was this guy offering? All the Kegel exercised paid off when she clenched her feminine muscles again. How long since she gripped a nice, hard shaft inside her warm box? All the levels of sweet wrong wrapped around every thought she had. Nixie was the virgin, not her. “Thank me? Why do you want to thank me?”

  “You’re giving me a chance, offering me a shot to invest. I’m not sure you realize how important this is to me.”

  Didn’t they just talk about these opportunities at length last night and this morning? Why did he need to show up again, in the middle of porn food night, giving her adulations? It was too much. And, the longer she smelled his cologne, slightly different than this morning…instead, ocean and something deeply spicy. His clean shaven face looked in need of kisses, all over it. Her lips would glide over his cheeks, forehead, even the tip of his nose. The coconut
oil on her mouth would make it that much softer when she puckered up just a little bit.

  Stop, Mindie, just stop. The temptation to grip him in a full body hug almost overwhelmed her. “It’s all good, you can take me to breakfast again or something…well, you can take me and Nixie.”

  “I’d like breakfast with you again.” He raised his eyebrows a few times, clearly from innuendo. “Pancakes are my specialty. I’m not sure about three of us though.”

  “Oh, damn it, you know what I meant. I don’t want a threesome with my best friend and you.”

  Moving closer, he brushed a stray strand of hair away from her eye. “I definitely think you’re enough to make breakfast special.”

  Her heart beat faster, and she wasn’t sure if she should jump backward, out of his reach. Looking side to side, she planned an escape route, yet her feet wouldn’t move. Did her feet like him that much? Mindie’s mouth watered and the chocolaty aftertaste of her dessert was like an appetizer to the main dish of…man. A man in her living room. “I need…a drink.” Quickly moving away, she practically sprinted to the kitchen. “Would you like something?”

  “Sure, whatever you’re having.”

  I’m having a meltdown…can you help me?

  Taking the time to regroup, she evaluated the contents of the refrigerator, allowing the cool air to chill her overheated body. With her subconscious working against her, she inadvertently asked him to stay longer than her reasonable self would allow when she offered a beverage. Damn subliminal personality was more like a disjointed Sybil, or United States of Tara episode- multiple personalities to fit any mood. Suddenly, the appeal of being several people within the same brain made sense. All these hidden individuals allowed the id, ego, and superego to have an equal chance in the day to day.

  Yeah, all this internal debate because she was horny. She might as well admit it.

  George didn’t live here in Braden, he could be the perfect solution to her dilemma. No strings, no shirt, no problem…wait, was that right?