by Mj Williamz
“What about me?” Ronda said.
“It’s not safe in here for you. But don’t worry. You’re about to get yours.”
“Most excellent. I like the way that sounds.”
They climbed out and dried off and Ronda grabbed her crutches and walked to the bedroom. Gayla was right behind her.
“You’re so hot,” Gayla said. “Have I mentioned that lately?”
“I’m losing some of my form. I need to work out harder and more often.”
“You need to do what you need to do to keep that knee safe.”
“Yeah, but why can’t I work out the rest of my body? I don’t want to get all flabby.”
“You don’t need to worry about that. But why not ask your therapist?”
“I think I will,” Ronda said.
She was lying on the bed then, waiting for Gayla to join her.
“You’re just so luscious. I never know where to start,” Gayla said.
“I’ve got a few ideas.”
“Really? Where?”
“Right here.” Ronda spread her lower lips.
“Right here?” Gayla dragged her hand over her.
“Yep.”
“Mm. Okay.”
Gayla knelt on the end of the bed and buried her face between Ronda’s legs. She licked and sucked and lapped at all she found there. Ronda placed her hand on the back of Gayla’s head and moved against her until she lost all thoughts save the feelings Gayla was eliciting. She closed her eyes and rode out the waves that rushed over her.
“I should take another shower,” Ronda said.
“Nah. You’ll be fine. Let’s go. I’m starving.”
They went out to dinner at a small tavern. The dinner was great and the service was pleasant.
“She is totally flirting with you,” Gayla said about their waitress.
“She’s not.”
“She is.”
“Even if she was, who cares? I’m with you.”
“Prove it.”
“What do you mean?” Ronda asked.
“Hold my hand.”
“Here in Galveston? That could get us shot.”
“Just the next time she comes by.”
“Fine. I didn’t realize you were the jealous kind.”
“I don’t like to see someone flirting with my woman,” Gayla said. “That’s a normal reaction.”
“I don’t blame you, but she wasn’t flirting with me.”
“Here she comes,” Gayla said. “Hold my hand.”
Ronda reached across the table and took Gayla’s hand. She smiled as the waitress set down their two drinks.
“Can I get you anything else?” the waitress said.
“Nope. I think we’re good. Thanks, though,” Ronda said.
The waitress walked away.
“See? No flirting,” Ronda said.
“I’m still not convinced.”
“Babe, it’s only you for me. I don’t notice other women. I swear.”
“Well, thank you for holding my hand.”
“You need to know,” Ronda said. “Any time I don’t isn’t because I don’t want to, it’s because I don’t think it’s safe.”
“I suppose that makes sense. I’m sorry I was jealous. But she was flirting.”
“Let her. Let ’em all. You’re the only one for me.”
“You’re so sweet. And smooth.”
Ronda laughed.
“I mean it, babe.”
“Okay. I concede. So what’s on the agenda for after dinner?”
“I thought we’d go for a walk on the beach.”
“Is that safe? I mean, can you maneuver your knee?”
“I did just fine earlier today didn’t I?” Ronda said.
“Yes, but you didn’t have to go far.”
“You might be right. So, skip the walk on the beach. We’ll go back to our place, climb into the Jacuzzi tub and just relax the night away.”
Chapter Nineteen
The rest of the weekend passed wonderfully. They spent their time making love and playing in the water. Ronda was very careful not to get in the waves, and Gayla got out in them and dove in and out of them like a fish. Ronda spent a lot of time in her beach chair on the sand watching Gayla.
They spent all day Saturday like that, and Ronda thoroughly enjoyed rubbing sunscreen all over Gayla’s body.
“I do so love your body,” she said.
“Thank you. Should I rub it on you?” Gayla asked.
“Nah. I got that.”
“Okay, but don’t miss any spots. I don’t want you to be crispy. I’ve got plans for you tonight.”
“I won’t get burned. Believe me. I derive no pleasure from a sunburn.”
“Fair enough. I trust you.”
And with that, she went back into the water. Ronda really wished she could get out in the deeper water. It was the temperature of bath water. But she didn’t want to risk her knee. So she was extremely cautious and Gayla was extremely paranoid, which combined to keep her out of water above her ankles.
And after a day on the beach, they went out for cocktails and dinner at a nice steakhouse. They watched the waves break along the beach as they enjoyed steak and lobster and margaritas. Ronda was relaxed and Gayla seemed to be enjoying herself as well.
“We need to do this more often,” Ronda said.
“Well, considering we’ve only been a couple for a little while, it’s not like we’ve had this opportunity before.”
“True. But now that we are, we need to make an effort to spend more time at the beach. Maybe I’ll buy a beach house here.”
“That would be amazing,” Gayla said.
“Yeah. I think I’m going to look into that. Or have you look into it for me.”
“I’d love to. And if we can’t get down here, we can always rent it out.”
“You’re a genius, baby. We’ll have our own getaway and another source of income. I do like the way you think.”
“So let’s grab one of those newspapers that I saw on the way in. We’ll look at properties tomorrow before we have to leave the island,” Gayla said.
They went back to the condo. As soon as the door was closed, Ronda trapped Gayla against it.
“What are you doing?” Gayla said.
“This.” Ronda kissed Gayla hard on the lips, not accepting anything less than a passionate kiss in return.
“I need you,” Ronda whispered when the kiss ended. “I need you right now.”
“Then take me, baby. I can’t wait.”
Ronda fumbled with Gayla’s clothes as she struggled not to twist her knee.
“I’ll be so glad when I’m one hundred percent,” Ronda said. “Come on. Let’s go to the bedroom. I’ll undress you there.”
Ronda sat on the bed and Gayla stood between her legs. Ronda finished unbuttoning Gayla’s blouse and slipped it down her arms and off. Next, she unhooked her bra and tossed it on top of the blouse. She pulled Gayla closer and took a nipple in her mouth. She ran her tongue over it as she sucked it in.
“Mm,” she said as she released the nipple. “You feel so fucking good.”
“You’re making me feel pretty good, too.”
“Yeah? Well, let’s see how good I can make you feel.”
She unbuttoned Gayla’s slacks and slowly lowered the zipper. She pushed them down over her hips and Gayla stepped out of them. Her panties were next. She stood naked in front of Ronda, who skimmed her body with her hands.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Ronda said. “Just gorgeous. Sometimes I want you so bad I don’t even know where to start.”
“Is this one of those times?”
“It is.”
Gayla took Ronda’s hands and placed them on her breasts as she leaned in and kissed her. Ronda caressed and fondled the soft mounds as she got lost in the kiss. Her head grew light and she felt dizzy as the kiss intensified. She was so crazy about Gayla. Nothing else mattered.
“Come here. Lie down with me,” she said.
Ronda scooted back on the bed and rolled over to look at Gayla lying next to her.
“Shouldn’t we get your clothes off you?” Gayla said.
“Oh, yeah. I’m slightly overdressed.”
Ronda got up and undressed as quickly as she could. Then she lay back down with Gayla. She dragged her arm up and down her body.
“You have the most amazing body,” she said.
“It’s not as firm as yours.”
“Mine is muscular from working out. Yours is soft and sweet like a woman’s should be.”
“I rather like yours,” Gayla said, pressing her hand against Ronda’s hard stomach.
“I need to start lifting again. I’m going to get soft.”
“Only do what your therapist and trainer say you can, baby. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
“I won’t. I’ve come so far.”
Gayla rolled over on top of her. They were breast to breast. Ronda slid her hand between them and found Gayla wet and ready for her.
“You’re so nice and warm,” she said.
“I’ve been wanting this since this morning.”
“Why didn’t you say so?”
“I thought waiting would make it extra special.”
“Well, it’s going to be special. It always is with you,” Ronda said.
She kissed her again while her fingers found Gayla’s special spot.
“Oh, baby,” Gayla broke the kiss. “Oh, my God, what you do to me.”
“You like that, huh? That feels good?”
“Oh, yes. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I want you to come for me, babe,” Ronda said.
“I’m going to. Oh, yes. Oh, God, yes.”
“Come for me.”
“Oh, yes, Ronda. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, my God.”
“Yeah? We got it?” Ronda said.
“Oh, my God, yes, we got it.”
“Mm. Good. Now come here and let me hold you.”
“Not so fast, stud. Now it’s my turn to get you.”
“You sure you have it in you?”
“I’m positive,” Gayla said.
She rolled off Ronda and bent to suckle at a nipple.
“I love how small and perfect your nipples are,” she said. “They suit you.”
She moved her hand down Ronda’s body to where her legs met. She found her as wet as she felt.
“Mm. Someone’s excited.”
“Making love to you always excites me.”
“Excellent answer.”
Gayla stroked Ronda between her legs, playing first with her clit before entering her. She slid her fingers inside and moved them about, then pulled them out.
“More,” Ronda said. “I need more.”
Gayla added another finger and plunged them deep inside her. She pulled them out. She repeated it over and over until Ronda was so wet it was hard to keep her fingers inside her. She pulled them out and rubbed Ronda’s swollen clit until Ronda issued a guttural moan indicating she had reached her climax.
“Wow. That was amazing,” Ronda said.
“Yes, it was. I love pleasing you.”
“You do a damned fine job of it. You ready for some sleep now?”
“Sure.” She snuggled against Ronda and they both fell asleep.
The next morning, they went out for breakfast and, over breakfast, perused beach houses for sale.
“You know,” Ronda said. “It doesn’t even have to be right on the water. I would be okay if it wasn’t.”
“Settle down. Let’s see what’s out there first.”
There were several pages of listings.
“We don’t have a clue where any of these are,” Ronda said. “We’re going to have to drive all over the island to find them.”
“What else are we doing today?”
“I suppose that’s true. So let’s start choosing. This one looks nice.” She pointed to a picture on the second page.
Gayla took a pen out of her purse and circled it.
“What else?”
They spent a half an hour going through the pictures, choosing which houses looked nice and which ones were close to the water and which ones were not even worth considering. Their top choice was large, spacious, and having an open house that day. Ronda could hardly contain her excitement. She’d been thinking of investing in property for quite a while. What better to invest in than a beach house?
It wasn’t easy for Ronda to navigate up all the stairs to get to the actual house, but she understood the stairs were necessary. The houses were all built on pilings in case of hurricanes. So she managed to get to the top with Gayla’s help. They toured the house and, at the end of it, Ronda was in love.
“Shouldn’t we go look at other places, too?” Gayla said.
“No. I like this place. Why climb a million stairs when I know there’s no place I’ll like as much as this one?”
“Okay. If you’re sure.”
Ronda found the agent and told her she was representing herself and would like to make an offer on the house. She offered five thousand more than the asking price, just in case. Gayla stood by her as the Realtor and Ronda talked. When they were through, Ronda carefully made her way down the stairs.
“Man, those stairs were not made for bad knees. I might put in an outdoor elevator.”
“What?”
“You know. Like a bucket to lift me from the ground to the deck.”
“Do you want that expense when the injury is only temporary?” Gayla said.
“I don’t like coming down those steep stairs with my knee. It was scary. I’ll get the elevator thingy. I saw one at another house, so I know they do them out here. It’ll be much safer for me.”
“Well, you’re assuming you’re going to get the house.”
“I am,” Ronda said. “I can feel it in my bones.”
They went back to the condo, packed up their things, and headed back to the city. The following morning, Ronda had physical therapy. Gayla drove her to her appointment and sat at the far end of the gym reading while Ronda went through her exercises.
“So, hey, I think I hurt my knee this weekend.” Ronda glanced over at Gayla who seemed engrossed in her book.
“How so?”
“I got a little too far out in the waves.”
“Oh, shit. I hope you didn’t undo any progress that’s been done.”
“I don’t know. It still feels stronger. It just hurts like a mother fucker,” Ronda said.
“I bet. Well, it’s for sure we won’t start weaning you off the pills yet.”
“Thanks. They really help.”
“You really need to be more careful, Meyers. I don’t tell you things for my health. I tell you them for yours.”
When they finished their exercises, the therapist went in to the team doctor’s office and came out with a new prescription for Vicodin for Ronda.
“Take care of yourself. Keep up with your home exercises and try not to hurt yourself again before I see you on Friday.”
“See you then,” Ronda said. She walked over to Gayla who put her book in her purse and stood.
“Ready?” Ronda said.
“Sure.”
The ride home felt icy cool to Ronda. She felt like Gayla was pissed at her, but she had no idea why.
“Everything okay?” she asked when they got home.
“No,” Gayla said. She spun around in the front room and glared at Ronda. “You have a problem and you need to deal with it.”
“I don’t have a problem.” Ronda felt a rock begin to form in the pit of her stomach. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You and those pills. I’ve been concerned about them for a long time, but now I know for sure. You are addicted to your pain pills.”
“You’ve got a lot of nerve. When was the last time you had your knee blown out in a football game?”
“Very funny. That’s not the point.”
“That’s the point exactly. You have no idea what
you’re talking about.”
“Ronda, you told your therapist you got too far out in the waves.”
“So?”
“So we were extra careful to make sure you didn’t. I know it was a lie to get more pills.”
“So I needed more pills and wasn’t sure they’d give them to me. So I told a little white lie. Where’s the harm?”
“The harm is that you’re addicted to those things,” Gayla said.
“Bullshit. I need them for the pain.”
“You don’t. Not anymore. Sure you did in the beginning. But you’re past that. Everyone says the pain should be gone and I think it is. I think you’re addicted to Vicodin. I’ve been in pain, too, you know. Remember my brother? I’ve needed you to be strong for me recently and all you’ve cared about are those damned pills.”
“Well, you’re wrong about the addiction. And you should have said something if you were feeling sad about Jesse.”
“I shouldn’t have to. You should have noticed my mood. You should have cared enough to ask how I was feeling. But you didn’t. The only thing important to you is Vicodin.”
“That is so not true. And I’m not a mind reader.”
“Whatever. I’m not going to stay here and watch you be hooked on some substance,” Gayla said.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means I’m out of here.”
Ronda felt the panic in her gut. She couldn’t lose Gayla. But she wasn’t going to give up her pills. She needed to figure out a way to keep Gayla there.
“Babe, please don’t go. I need you. We belong together. Without you, there is no me.”
“Maybe you do need me, but it seems to me you need those pills more. Call me when you’re off them.”
And with that, Gayla stormed out the door.
Ronda hobbled to the couch and sat down. She put her left leg up and leaned back.
“Shit,” she said out loud. How could Gayla have left her? How long would she stay gone?
Ronda got back up and poured herself a scotch and took four Vicodin. That should ease the pain in her heart, she thought. She sat back on the couch and turned on the television. Nothing caught her eye as she flipped through the channels. She turned it off and sat there as darkness settled in. She ordered a pizza, but wasn’t hungry when it got there. Her house was so empty without Gayla. She needed to get her back. But how? She wasn’t ready to give up her pain pills yet. She just needed Gayla to see she wasn’t hooked on them. That should be easy enough to do. Right?
