by Davee Jones
An idea sparked from the movies she entertained in the privacy of her home. “If you really want me, I want the full treatment.” She wriggled out of her remaining clothes and ended up naked with one leg off the couch supported on the floor. George had a clear shot of her swollen, glistening feminine lips. “Would you want to taste me here?”
George bent and kissed her pulsing womanhood. He lazily circled his tongue around her clitoris. Using his fingers, he softly spread apart her folds and licked her until she arched her hips against his mouth. “Lady, you’re tasty.” He slid one finger deep inside and kept licking her until she came with a loud sigh.
“I want you inside me George, now.”
George left his shirt on and only managed to get his pants down to his ankles before Mindie pulled him on top of her. “I want you so badly, George. Make me feel good.”
George managed to retrieve the condom from his wallet just in time to meet her hips demands. Making love on the couch, George filled her with his large cock and pumped at intervals of fast and slow. He brought her to the edge and then backed off, until she gripped his hips and held him deep inside while she flexed her vaginal muscles, bringing moans of pleasure from deep in George’s throat. He came explosively with both of them drenched in sweat by the end.
“Mindie, if this is how you want to run our partnership, I won’t argue with you.”
“Shut up, George, you’re corrupting my fantasy.”
“Okay.” He whispered in her ear before they both fell asleep
Chapter Nine
“I can’t wait for the day we actually use crystal instead of glass.”
“I know what you mean, I think.” Mindie didn’t always understand Nixie’s perspective. Her best friend kept her on her toes in that department. It was probably a good thing, since Mindie could sometimes be the hopeless romantic. Nixie kept her grounded.
“The day we’re all famous, and everyone wants our wines, like some of the finest Napa or Sonoma brands. I don’t mean I want to get rid of these.” Holding up an etched glass reading Heart Nectar on the side, with their unique artistic logo next to it. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you turn all uppity or anything. I’ll knock your ass back down to reality when you need it.”
“Thank you for your generosity. I knew I could count on you.” Trying to giggle was like swallowing cinnamon, nothing could make the nearly impossible happen the right way. Mindie was too preoccupied to properly daisy chain thoughts together.
Reading her like a supermarket tabloid was another fine gift Nixie possessed. She smelled out the bullshit. “When you are you gonna stop being all coy and just tell me what happened with George?”
Busted.
“I thought you’d give me at least until the afternoon before you started the interrogation.” Stalling for more time, Mindie could find very few words that made sense, even for her. “I haven’t analyzed the situation yet.”
“You’ve had an entire day and night to analyze. I know you didn’t sleep more than an hour at a time flipping and flopping with visions of doom and gloom. Something you couldn’t stop was mowing down the sheep you tried to count.” Holding a pretend machine gun, Nixie graphically portrayed her example.
“Dear God you’re morbid.”
“I’m more impatient than morbid, so spill your guts before I spill ‘em for ya.”
“I…dammit…I don’t know how to say it.”
“He got in your pants, didn’t he? You drank too much wine, let yourself get all vulnerable, and he had his way with you.”
Remembering how she shed her clothes and practically demanded oral sex made her the actual culprit. “He didn’t get anything I didn’t agree to do. I came on to him, if you want to know the truth.”
“It’s all those damn porno movies you’ve been watching. You’ve gotten so horny, you couldn’t help yourself.”
How did Nixie know about ice cream porn night?
“Hey, what do you mean porno movies?” Why did she even try to deny it.
“I know you have your stash underneath the mattress somewhere. Hey, I’ve watched it a few times myself, prepping myself for my big day.”
“Does Brent know you’re a virgin?” Taking the focus off her relieved her mind of the improper thoughts that creeped into her imagination. George gave her highlight reel some amazing footage.
“No, we haven’t had that discussion yet. Thank you for reminding me.” Stalking away from their conversation, Nixie clearly signaled the subject was off limits.
Now, if only Mindie could stop thinking about George and his gorgeous naked body, she might get some work done.
****
“I’m starving, whatever you have going smells absolutely bomb.” Nixie paced next to the table, having already placed their plates and silverware. “How much longer is it gonna be? Dammit, I need sustenance.”
“You’re gonna have a stroke someday if you don’t control your impatience.”
“I just might murder someone.” Lowering her voice, her words still lacked the necessary sinister tone to make them believable.
“I’m sorry I haven’t been more open with you lately.” Mindie’s apology floated from the kitchen within a cloud of sincerity meant to soothe Nixie’s savage disposition.
“What’s that, I couldn’t hear you?”
Mindie entered the dining room, hot dish in hand. “You heard me, I know you did. You’ve got the ears of a bionic woman.” Presenting their supper with flare, Mindie arranged the deep plate before stepping back. “This will fill us way up.”
Sniffing the air just above the food, Nixie wrinkled her nose. “You can't bribe me with comfort food.”
“I know I can, I’ve done it a hundred times.”
“More like a thousand times.”
“Hey, I haven’t pissed you off that much, you don’t hide anger very well. Besides, you aren’t really irritated with me today, just wanting some details. I needed food strength to help me do it. I don’t quite understand myself these days.”
Sitting down, Nixie grabbed a serving spoon, digging deep into the meat and vegetables, overflowing with flavor from the delectable gravy encompassing them. “I haven’t had an old fashioned meat pie since your momma made one last winter. Reminds me of home and love.”
“I love you Nixie, so much. You’re more than my best friend, you’re family. I need you and I wanted you to know how much I appreciate our friendship. I know I’ve been MIA lately, and it’s not right.
“You’re falling in love. You can’t hide it.”
Instantly, the barricade fortified Mindie’s hesitance. Matters of the heart didn’t fare easily into her admissions. Vulnerability squeezed her vocal cords, almost shutting off her words. “I don’t know.”
“Well, I do, I’ve seen love a million different ways. You’re not an exception. This glow doesn’t come from anything else.”
“You can see it?” Dear Lord, she didn’t want to be just another sap.
“What’s wrong with making it known? Shit, be truthful with yourself. You’re trying to hide from me, your self-proclaimed best friend who’s like family. Your act doesn’t work. Stop insulting my emotional intelligence. You’re really an idiot denying what’s going on inside your own soul.”
“It’s tough letting go.”
“You’re damn right it’s tough. Anything so powerful will be major, it’s horrifying. You’re allowing someone a total access backstage pass to your central command center…your heart. You don’t want your emotions raped, I get it. But, it won’t kill you.”
“Geez, you make it sound so incredibly desirable. Why doesn’t everyone fall in love when confronted with the analogy of rape?”
“Rape isn’t what I meant. I’m stooping to your level of peculiar. You’ve got a part of your heart beating out of rhythm, it needs in tune with another heart just as deprived.”
“Now I’m deprived?”
“Yes, you are.”
“How are things with you and what’s his n
ame?” Changing the subject just might give her breathing room. She needed a bell for in between rounds, can I go back to my corner for a drink and pep talk?
“He’s wonderful, as a matter of fact. I’m falling in love with Brent.”
The openness of Nixie’s revelation soothed Mindie’s apprehension by a small margin. Yet, something about Nixie’s candor shocked Mindie in larger fashion. “Love, are you sure?”
“Absolutely yes ma’am.”
“When did this happen?”
“While you were off licking your wounds and falling in love with the asshole’s brother. Can’t we do this together? It’s so much more fun when we can compare love notes.”
“I thought he was moving too fast for you?”
“We talked about everything. I finally told him what I was afraid of- being a young bride. Neither of us are trying to rush the process. He agreed our closeness didn’t equal the big M.”
Rational thought combined with years of love for her best friend converged into reason. Mindie was being ridiculous. If Nixie could love, so could she. “I’ve really put up some stupid walls, haven’t I?”
“Yeah, you have. I love you too much to kick you to the curb, but, your secret paranoia is getting old. You aren’t the first human to fall in love and experience fear.”
Time to throw her some kind of detail. “Well, he is a good kisser.”
“That’s not all you’ve done.” Nixie’s voice raised an octave, nuances of disappointment charred every syllable. “You already let that secret out.”
“I enjoy sex, but, I worry about getting pregnant all the time. It’s like some irrational fear.”
“You’ve always had a self-control I admired and loathed at the same time. Now I know it’s a phobia.”
“I don’t want children with a semi stranger who won’t stay in Braden. He’s gonna leave and I won’t go with him. How will this even begin to work?” Thankfully, Nixie began eating, obviously shelving the conversation for later. Mindie’s appetite dropped, but, she tried to hide her disinterest. Every bite went down behind a dry swallow, hitting her stomach like lead. She couldn’t even enjoy the deliciousness she’d worked so hard on.
“You’d never be a flavor of the month to George.” Nixie brushed away the steadfast notion as if it were breadcrumbs.
I reminded my heart of the cold hard truth. He’s gonna leave. The earworm stuck in my brain like a bad commercial jingle.
****
“Hey, beautiful, what time should I pick you up tonight?”
Their daily routine became romantic clockwork. Spending every spare moment together created bonds with George Mindie couldn’t deny. That particular night, overthinking the question, every syllable took on some kind of hidden meaning. Key words pinged off a word meter in her brain. Hey, generally meant casual, but, why should he be casual, he’d seen her areolas up close and personal. Did he really mean beautiful, as in the most glorious sight he’d ever seen? Don’t even get started on the should I pick you up tonight, as some kind of menial hook-up, or weird means to an end?
“I don’t know. Whatever time works for you.”
“I didn’t know how long you need tonight. You might want more time than usual. I don’t want to assume.”
“I sometimes take my wine in a coffee cup, I’m not some kind of snob. It doesn’t take me hours to get ready for some simple night out.” Why the hell did she get so defensive with him? He’s gonna run for the hills for sure.
“Hey, hey, I’m just trying to plan our evening. Is something wrong?”
Yeah, everything’s wrong. I’ve got a seemingly wonderful guy giving me more than the time of day and I’m pushing him away like leftover fast food. I know he deserves better, why am I not giving it to him? “Look, I’m sorry, I’m being a brat. I’ve got some work stuff on my mind giving me fits, I’m afraid I’m on a one track mode this morning.” The contract still sat on her desk, she’d studied it several times even after Nixie did, trying to find the elusive loophole.
“I’ll make everything better in about ten hours, promise.”
Warmth squashed doubt as her loins warmed to a pleasantly comforting place of readiness. Remembering his lips upon her collar bone removed the temporary pissy mood. “I’m counting on it.” Responsibility emerged in an image of latex. Should she ask about a condom? Their groove rudely interrupted the last time by the absence of necessity, Mindie nervously turned the issue over in her mind like hot pancakes. Desperately wanting the full connection, would she appear easy? Actually, she was already easy, he’d not only seen her naked several times, he’d been inside her body. Blushing, clutching the phone, her fingers gripped so hard the tips turned white.
“I’ll see you around seven thirty, will that work?”
The rubber daydream captivated her attention, his words garbled in her ear like some distant strain. “Um, what? I didn’t catch that.” Pink reddened into tomato red, burning her cheeks.
“I’ll see you around seven-thirty. I’ll leave you alone so you can focus on your work, but, tonight you’re all mine.” The promise of a condom burned into his tone, the potential unmistakable. She had no cause to concern with the logistics.
“Sounds amazing, have a great day.”
“I most certainly will.” Sudden silence replaced the click of a receiver, innuendo overwhelmed the stillness.
Mindie’s heartbeat boomed within her eardrums, never before had a man captivated nerve endings from head to toe. The night couldn’t arrive fast enough.
Nixie stomped into the room, interrupting the passionate heavy atmosphere. “Did you read that contract yet?”
Shifting gears into business mode, although more slowly than usual, Mindie wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, but, there’s something fishy about it.”
“You’re telling me. How can this be real?”
“Are you sure the banker delivered this, and not some random messenger?”
“I picked it up at the bank when I made the deposit yesterday. I’m not so damaged I can’t remember the deets. Give me some credit would you?”
“What exactly did he say when he gave it to you?”
Taking Mindie firmly by the arm, Nixie led her to the small sitting area containing the meditation chair, yoga mats, and headache couch. Pointing to the couch, she directed Mindie to take a seat, while Nixie easily transitioned cross-legged into the chair. “I made the deposit. On my way out, he caught me, asked me if I had a minute and of course I said yes. We met in his office.” Closing her eyes, Nixie furrowed her forehead and tapped her lips with one index finger. “He offered me a beverage, coffee I think.”
“Okay, smartass, I get it.”
“You said exactly, I’m doing the best I can to keep you happy.”
“You’re a pain in the ass.”
“Of course I am. Anyway, so, he told me we had someone offer collateral for double the amount of our original loan request. Apparently, whatever benefactor set this deal up has serious moolah. The benefactor would pay any interest for the first five years of the loan repayment. If we pay the loan off early, there aren’t any penalties, and the benefactor wants nothing from our business.”
“I can’t wrap my head around this, can you?” Mindie shoved her hands into either side of loose, messy hair. “Basically, we get the loan interest free for five years.”
“Oh, yeah, and this phenomenal interest rate. It’s half what we hoped for. The banker said this happens occasionally. There’s some group of directors, philanthropists, rich guys or something who secretly meet, looking for random acts of kindness to fill.”
“You know what this could mean?”
“Um, hello, Captain Obvious, I’m part of this two-man team. Of course I know! We can expand our vineyards, plant more vines, hire some grape growing consultant, expand the dining area here, and maybe buy some new wine glasses.”
“Should we have our attorney look it over?”
“It’s a simple abbreviated contract backing our original loan request
. I believe it to be straight-forward, but, I agree, we can turn it over to our lawyer.”
Hope bubbled into a warm spring flowing across Mindie’s heart-into her soul- saturating her dreams, giving them roots to grow. “We’re really on our way.” Whispering, fear of the spoken word shattering the promises kept her voice low.
“Please enjoy this a little bit, I sense your doubt taking over.” Nixie knew Mindie better than she knew herself sometimes.
No longer requiring the headache couch, inspiration lifted Mindie from the seated position. Expectations of success propelled her feet toward the front door. “I’m gonna unlock the store a little early today.”
“Atta girl.”
****
A large plastic container sat in the back seat of George’s car. Next to it, a picnic basket released delicious scents through the open weave of the side walls. Mindie chewed one fingernail, staring out the window, glancing occasionally between the view and her date. Hunger had little to do with her gnawing, although the smell was certainly irresistible. Absorbing the smell of good cheese removed apprehension one rich whiff at a time. Pungent red meat pressed the point further home inside her tummy.
“How was your day?”
“Oh, uh, it was pretty good. We always have something going on, we could probably work around the clock these days.” Ending with a heavy sigh, Mindie released her finger from its tooth trap, continuing her stare at random trees in passing. Business attempted to overwhelm pleasure, she made determined choices to keep smiling.
“Weren’t you hoping for success, isn’t this a good thing?” Probing, George divided his attention as well as he could between the road and his beautiful companion. Swerving swiftly, he barely avoided an abandoned tire tread in the middle of his lane.
