As she rose from the bed, Jodi looked around for something to cover herself with. Her nightgown from last night was wadded up on the floor. Jodi couldn't remember exactly when it had been removed, but she did remember every other specific detail of last night's activities. Well, at least I can remember something. Jodi smiled to herself as minor electrical pulses shot through her body. Oh yeah, how well I remember!
Grabbing a robe from the back of the closet door, Jodi slipped it on and enjoyed the feel of the expensive silk against her body. She had already discovered one huge difference between her two lives; in this one, she definitely pampered herself. It was obvious money was spent and spent well. Oh, and how could she forget her BMW X5 series; a car that was worth more than she had made in the past five years at Sav-Mor.
Walking into the kitchen, Jodi was greeted by a quick hug and kiss from Christine. Laughing at her once again perfect timing, Christine informed her that breakfast was served. As she sat down to eat, Jodi noticed all of her favorite breakfast foods were in front of her; fruit, a bowl of high-fiber cereal, juice and coffee. And wonder of wonders, here was a creamer full of half and half, instead of the one percent milk Ralph forced her to buy for economy’s sake. Jodi looked over at Christine as she stirred her coffee, still amazed at the pleasure this woman gave her last night. In fact, Jodi was getting wet all over again just at the memory.
Evidently her face reflected the memory as well. Christine laughed, “Oh no you don’t you shameless hussy. If it were up to you, we would never get out of bed at all. I let you sleep in this morning, but we still have to go to work. Your day is packed, especially since we had to reschedule appointments from the last few days. So eat up and get dressed. We need to get a move on.”
“Christine, last night was wonderful. I can’t remember ever doing what we did before, but it felt so right, so natural, so perfect, especially with you. Thank you for not being too patient with me.”
“My love, as I told you yesterday, it matters not to me how long you take to get your memory back, just as long as you stay with me to do it. We were together for weeks before you ever got me into bed. I was so tied up with past history, image, and everything else I thought mattered. What I finally discovered was that only two things mattered to me; you and being true to myself. And you showed me that by simply loving me until I could appreciate it.”
Christine leaned over and kissed Jodi full on the lips and gave her a very small taste of tongue in the process. Jodi was surprised by the glint of tears she saw in the corner of Christine's eyes.
“Okay, enough of our soap opera. We really do need to get ready for work. The office has already called twice to confirm appointments and to make sure they have the right samples ready for our review. Come on, let’s just put the dishes in the sink for now, I’ll clean when we get home.”
Walking arm in arm to the bedroom, Jodi started asking questions about the work they did.
“For example, the appointments that I have today. Are they simply consultations, or are the clients further along in the process of choosing? I can probably handle consultations, but I don’t want to make an ass of myself in front of established clientele.”
“That’s no problem. You don’t have any appointments until after lunch, so we can go over each and every folder, refreshing your memory. We always do that anyway to make sure that our assistants have pulled the right samples and colors. You learned very early on to check, double check and triple check before going out on each call. It only took one or two embarrassing appointments before you had the routine nailed down right.”
“Good, I’m glad I can have some time to catch my breath. I’m sure it will all come back to me, as soon as I get into the routine, just like the doctor said it would.”
However brave her words may have sounded, Jodi still felt like jelly inside. Nothing was familiar. Feelings yes, but actual concrete things, no. How was she going to fake it when they started doing the consultations? At least Christine had promised to stick by her side, to help see her through these challenges as they came up.
Arriving at the office, Christine pulled into a reserved parking space in front, just slightly off to the side from the front door. Laughing at Jodi’s expression, she said, “As you always say, I’m paying the rent, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to walk across the parking lot to the door.”
When she pulled open the door, Jodi stepped into a Disneyland of her own design. As far as she could see were bolts and bolts of fabric standing on their ends against the walls. They were arranged by the main color in the pattern, all connecting to form a decorator’s version of a rainbow. In front of the racks was furniture; couches and easy chairs, occasional tables and settees, all in different styles and fabrics. Jodi walked around and rubbed her hands over the furniture and fabric, pulled out bolts of yard goods, and looked at the colors and textures. How was it possible she owned all of this? In her wildest dreams Jodi had never imagined anything as incredible as this showroom. Her boldest wish before was to have a few sample books and work out of a spare bedroom at the house.
*
Watching Jodi walk around the showroom, Christine was once again overcome with love for this incredible woman. From the time they met over eight years ago to the car wreck two days ago, Jodi had never once doubted they belonged together. Jodi was the one who had chased Christine, who had created a safe and welcoming haven from her horrible past, and convinced her that it was normal and right to be a lesbian. And for that, she owed Jodi the world and her life; and the life of the little one she was carrying for them. When she received the phone call about the wreck, Christine had been afraid her life was over, that Jodi was dead. Never did she expect this challenge. Amnesia?
Christine was not sure what the problem was with Jodi’s memory, but she would do whatever she could to make Jodi well again. Hours had been spent in consultations with the foremost brain and head doctors in the country over the past few days. No one could find any physiological reason for Jodi’s memory loss. The doctors agreed it would come back in time, to just be patient and get her back into her normal routine as quickly and gently as possible.
Personally Christine thought they should take a week or two off, go away and let Jodi recuperate, and remember on her own. The doctors however were dead set against it. Their feeling was the longer she was sheltered, the harder it would be to get back into a routine and recover her memory. So here they were, back at work, the day after she got out of the hospital.
Guiding Jodi to their office, Christine reminded her that the showroom would be opening in about thirty minutes so the employees would be arriving any minute. To keep confusion at a minimum, she suggested Jodi remain in the office and look through the one-way mirror. Christine would greet the employees personally, calling them by name so Jodi could identify them. The look in Jodi's eyes confirmed Christine's fear, Jodi still didn't remember anything about their life, even about the company that she had singlehandedly built. What was going to jog her memory? Was there anything that would make her remember their life together?
Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes, as each employee would enter the store, Jodi jotted a quick description of them along with their color of hair and some personnel notes. Once Christine had greeted them, she added the name as well. Christine noticed the notebook upon her return to the office, but chose not to comment on it. Whatever it took for Jodi to remember was okay with her.
Jodi and Christine spent most of the morning going over each client’s folder. The first step in each consultation process was to take digital photos of every possible angle in every room under consideration. Accompanying the photos was a questionnaire filled out at the first meeting, noting suggestions by the decorator, and every request by the client. Jodi’s Creations then went one step further; they made detailed notes on the behavior patterns of every family member. This novel approach to creating a livable, workable, and fashion-conscious interior was one of the main reasons Jodi’s Creations had been so succ
essful in a market that had a multitude of competitors.
The afternoon appointments went surprisingly well. Christine was amazed, for even though Jodi swore she had never seen these homes, she seemed to instinctively know what to suggest, the colors that would be perfect together, and how to present that information to the clients. They finished up the afternoon appointments with no problems, returned the paperwork to the office, and prepped for the next day. Finishing early, they packed it up and headed home. As they discussed dinner plans on the ride home, Jodi and Christine decided to go out to eat and go to the club afterwards. Christine bit back a smile and wondered how Jodi was going to react to a lesbian club.
*
Entering the darkened, pulsating room, Jodi was assaulted by stimuli coming at her from all directions. It had been years since she was in a club, long before Ralph appeared in her life. But even her past experience didn't prepare her for the scene unfolding around her. Jodi stopped in her tracks and watched in shock as the couples danced and groped each other on the dance floor. Laughing at Jodi's expression, Christine pulled Jodi on the dance floor. Wrapping Jodi in her arms, Christine started moving to the music.
“You're not in Kansas any more, Dorothy. Just relax and let your body move with mine,” Christine whispered into Jodi's ear. At first Jodi was very resistant, moving stiffly against Christine’s body. Aroused by the music and by Christine, Jodi quickly got into the mood. Their two bodies started slowly swaying together to the beat of the music, and Jodi could feel the moisture form between her legs. She reached up and tentatively kissed Christine on the pulsing artery in her neck. She was still very self-conscious out on the dance floor where everyone could see her. Glancing briefly around, Jodi quickly realized no one was paying attention to them, every other couple was deep into their own various stages of love making. Emboldened by the music and her own desire, Jodi ran her tongue up and down Christine's neck, lapping at the wildly pulsing artery, and keeping in rhythm to their swaying. Christine moaned deep in her throat and pulled Jodi tighter. Jodi gasped as Christine slid her leg between hers; however, she soon found herself grinding against Christine in desire. She glanced at Christine, who smiled knowingly. Returning kiss for kiss, the two danced, swayed and necked, inflaming their desires, until they broke the embrace, both dripping wet from their arousal.
As they returned to the private booth, Jodi pulled away from Christine and tried to cool off by rolling the ice cold glass across her head and throat. What was it about Christine that had her so aroused? Never before had Jodi ever wanted anyone so badly and so often. Jodi was still amazed at how natural all this was.
She had been heterosexual for her entire life and spent ten years in a heterosexual relationship with her husband Ralph. However, this homosexual relationship with Christine seemed so right, so loving, so comfortable. Which was correct? Was she homosexual or heterosexual? And with whom had she spent the past seven years?
All she knew for sure was that no one had ever made her feel this way before. If it wasn't for the presence of the other patrons, Jodi was afraid of just how she would have responded on the dance floor. Every nerve in her body was screaming in anticipation and her clit was already throbbing just thinking about what could happen later. Jodi was still thinking about options for the evening when she felt a hand slide under her skirt. Luckily, Jodi had followed Christine’s advice and left her panties in the car before they walked into the club. Initially shocked at Christine's boldness, Jodi quickly warmed to the wandering hand's attention. She spread her legs slightly, encouraging Christine to investigate further.
Christine’s fingers advanced up Jodi thigh, tickling ever so slightly as they continued toward their main objective. As Christine’s finger got closer, Jodi got wetter and wetter, her clit hardening with the memory of just what those fingers had done last night.
Just when Jodi thought Christine was finally going to reach and touch her aching clit, the hand was removed. A moan escaped from Jodi before she could catch herself.
“Christine, why did you stop? What you were doing is okay with me,” Jodi moaned, her voice little more than a whisper, strangled with desire.
“Oh, I know it’s okay with you. I can feel your heat and wetness. I just want to dance a little more,” Christine said with an evil grin. She pulled a very reluctant Jodi to her feet and the dance floor.
This time Jodi was much more demonstrative on the dance floor. Her arousal removed all sense of decorum as she ground her hips and cunt onto Christine with every dance step.
Every time Christine looked into Jodi’s eyes, she could see the pleading in them, the naked desire burning forth. Finally Christine took pity on Jodi, stopped dancing, and headed toward the table.
Stopping to pick up their drinks, Christine led Jodi down a dark hall, constantly touching and kissing her along the way. Arriving at a locked door, Christine removed a key from her pocket and slipped it into the lock. Continuing to kiss and fondle her, Christine pushed Jodi inside, never breaking contact with Jodi’s lips and breasts.
To Christine’s disappointment, Jodie pushed her away and looked around in amazement. As her gaze roved over the bed, a recliner large enough for two, a fireplace and a hot tub built into the floor she turned to Christine.
“What is this?” Jody panted.
“Just a little room that we have access to from time to time. When we come dancing, we never can seem to make it home. Now shut up and kiss me.”
Returning to their previous endeavor briefly, Christine finally stepped back and pushed Jodi onto the bed as she removed her blouse. Her perky, size B breasts freely released, she returned to minister to Jodi. Jodi must have been ready to step up the pace. Reaching up, she placed her hands on the available breasts, squeezing and tickling with her thumbs and fingers. As Christine swung one leg over to straddle her, Jodi shifted so her lips were now on the hard, swelling nipples resting directly over her. Taking playful nips with her teeth, Jodi sucked and suckled, her growing arousal showing with each movement. Christine noticed a brief, very brief moment of confusion and fear in Jodi's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by desire as Christine slid her hand between Jodi's legs.
As Jodi continued to lick and suck on her breasts, Christine removed Jodi’s clothing, piece by piece, pausing to lick and kiss each body part as it was revealed. She had to laugh when Jodi pushed her away and ripped off her own clothing, tired of the teasing game Christine was playing. Just a quick glance at Jodi and Christine knew she was ready, actually more than ready for her. When Jodi started to rotate her hips and grind onto the mattress, Christine stood up and completely undressed. By now Jodi was moaning on the bed, crying for Christine to come back and play.
Shaking her head no, Christine reached down, pulled Jodi off the bed and led her down into the hot tub. Continuing to kiss and fondle each other, they sat on the bench, their embraces becoming harder and more erotic. Christine shifted so that her legs were wrapped around Jodi, forcing pussy-to-pussy and allowing easy access for both of their hands. Slipping fingers into their partners, both started grinding into each other, finger fucking harder and harder, with their kisses becoming deeper and deeper. Sliding slowly down the bench, Christine positioned their bodies in front of one of the pulsing water jets. Moaning the first time the jet pushed water into them, they both opened up wider to receive more and more of the pressure against their hugely swollen clits. Losing themselves in the movement of the water pulses and pushing multiple fingers into their partner’s pussies, they continued until they both erupted with screams of pleasure. Still riding the pulses and each other fingers, they bucked and humped until they collapsed in each other’s arms.
Floating in the warm, slowly moving water, they both relaxed until their breathing returned to normal. Christine was the first to leave the tub, reminding Jodi that she could only take a very limited amount of heat due to the pregnancy. Lying back on the bed, Christine called for Jodi to join her. Toweling off, Jodi crawled up next to Christine, leaning o
n her elbows to look down at her lover’s satisfied face.
“My God, how often do we do this?” Jody squawked, her voice harsh and raspy from their lovemaking.
“Every time we go dancing. Seems like you can’t get enough or get it quick enough. We finally broke down and bought a time-share when we could afford it. Makes a lot more sense than the backseat of the Honda we used to own.”
“You said time share. Other people own this room as well?”
“Actually, there are 10 rooms, all equipped the same. There is a master key that fits each one, so the availability is first come, first serve. Once we have the room, it remains ours until we leave. The room and hot tub are thoroughly cleaned after each visit.”
Seeing the look in Jodi’s eyes, Christine knew her level of arousal was growing again. After seven years, they could predict with just a look exactly what each other needed.
Christine smiled as Jodi reached up and traced the contours of her face. She was enjoying the soft, almost tentative touching when she realized Jodi's fingers were shaking.
“Are you okay? Is this all too much for you?” Christine asked, concern pouring out with her words.
“No, I'm okay, in fact I'm more than okay. I'm just trying to get my bearings, that’s all. Somehow, it's like I've known you intimately all my life; you seem to know just what to do to excite me. I want to get inside you, to feel and taste your very essence, to absorb you. I can't get close enough to you.”
“I feel the same way. It's as it we were part of the same person, our bodies, minds and spirits melding together. It's always been this way with us, since the beginning.”
As Christine continued to talk, she rolled Jodi onto her back, straddled her body once again, and shifted her weight onto her hands. Taking her time, now that the initial heat was dispelled, Christine slowly and teasingly licked Jodi’s lips, sliding her tongue into her mouth, and lightly tickling the inside of her mouth. Christine shifted to Jodi’s left ear, tracing the exterior portion and then darting the tongue in and out, sucking on her earlobe.
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