by Donna Jay
Julie crouched, putting them at eye level. The depth of love and concern in her warm, brown eyes was Yvonne’s undoing.
A tear slid down her cheek, followed by another, until she was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, we’re safe.” Julie soothed, pushing strands of hair off Yvonne’s tear-streaked face.
“It’s not that.” She swiped at her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
“But I do.” She clutched her stomach, sore from crying like a baby. “I must have made you feel like crap when I questioned if I wasn’t enough for you. You know, with your porn and stuff.”
The small smile Julie gave her made her chuckle.
“You don’t need to apologise. I get it. I don’t doubt that I’m not enough for you.” Julie waggled her eyebrows, drawing another chuckle out of Yvonne. “I just wondered if you know…” she lowered her gaze, uncharacteristically shy. “If you’d take charge every now and then, without Brenda or anyone else prompting you.”
The answer came without thought. “Yes!”
Why she’d thought dominance and submission was wrong was now beyond her. That wasn’t quite true; it came from being ill-informed. Now, though, Yvonne knew it could be fun, titillating. Sexy even.
She put a hand on Julie’s shoulder. “You look good on your knees.”
“Thank you, Miss Vonn. But you haven’t answered my initial question.”
Trying to keep up, Yvonne shook her head. “What question?”
“Do you think we’ll hook up with Brenda again?”
As much as she’d enjoyed their night, right then, Yvonne wanted to revel in the memory. The gift Brenda had given them.
Their way back to each other, to a deeper level of intimacy. To being open to each other’s needs and desires.
“If you mean in the near future, then I’d say no.” But life wasn’t all about her, Julie had a say in this too. “Would you like to see her again?”
“It was fun, but it’s not something I feel like I need. Not right away, anyway.”
Relief swept through Yvonne until a scary thought hit her. “Do you think she’ll go all crazy woman if we tell her we’re going to take a break from the threesome scene?”
“Since when does one encounter mean we’re in the scene?” Julie asked.
“You know what I mean?”
“I know exactly what you mean.” Julie nodded, looking thoughtful. “And, no, I don’t think she’ll go all crazy lady on us. She said herself she’d leave if we asked her to.”
She had too. Not once had Brenda forced herself on them. She’d made them an offer they couldn’t refuse, but Yvonne had no clue what to do next.
“Should we let her know?” Yvonne asked. “Or do you think that’ll sound presumptuous?”
Julie pulled out a chair and sat. “We could wait until we hear from her.”
“Perhaps it would be best if we get in first, before she has a chance to get excited about a next time.”
“Who said she’s going to get excited?” Julie quirked an eyebrow.
“Oh, come on. She practically floated out of here.” Yvonne’s mind flashed to the glazed look in Brenda’s eyes when she bade them farewell. “She was as high on lust as we were.”
Julie’s lips morphed into a wide smile. “It was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?”
“It was.” Yvonne wished this wasn’t so hard. She didn’t want to look like an idiot and assume there would be a next time, but she dreaded the task of turning Brenda down if she wanted a repeat performance.
Deciding it was better to kill the idea before it even blossomed in Brenda’s mind, if it hadn’t already, Yvonne made a decision. “She’s been honest with us right from the start, so I think we should afford her the same respect. We need to tell her.”
Julie nodded in agreement. “I’ll do it.” She grabbed her phone.
“What are you going to say?” Feeling anxious, Yvonne fiddled with the fringe on the tablecloth.
It had been a wedding gift from Julie’s elderly aunt. Floral prints weren’t really their thing, but today they’d made an exception.
Their trusty burgundy tablecloth that normally covered their old and scarred, extremely sturdy table was currently in the wash.
Yvonne blinked as images of last night skidded through her mind. Would they ever stop?
“Done.” Julie thrust her phone under Yvonne’s nose.
‘Hi, Yvonne has agreed to be my mistress, your services are no longer required.’
“You can’t send that!”
“I know.” Julie held her finger on the delete key.
‘Thanks for last night, we had an amazing time. You’re an amazing woman.’
“You said amazing twice.” Yvonne pointed at the screen.
“Well it’s not like I’m writing a book, so who cares?”
“Perhaps you should.” She drew an invisible line through the air. “First time ménage, starring Victoria Henderson and Juliet Wilson.”
Laughing, Julie shook her head. “That sounds like a cheesy porn movie.”
“Okay, scratch that.” Yvonne laughed. Although they were more open with each other, porn was something she was yet to fully embrace.
Julie huffed out a sigh. “Buggered if I know what to say.”
“Tell her we’d love to catch up again, but we’re busy for the unforeseeable future.”
Yvonne leaned over and read Julie’s version of her words.
‘Not sure if you were interested in a rerun, but we’re fairly busy for the next few months.’
“A rerun?” Yvonne scoffed. “Are you talking about a sitcom or our lives?”
“Is there a difference?” Julie dusted her knuckles on her shirt.
“Next episode…” Yvonne drew her hand through the air the same as she had moments before. “Wife found dead. Cause of death, suffocation.”
“You going to suffocate me with your pussy?”
“Good God.” Yvonne groaned, burying her head in her hands. “Just send the damn message.”
Screwing her eyes shut, Julie hit send.
“Now what?”
“We wait.”
And wait they did. When two o’clock rolled around and they’d heard nothing, Yvonne started to stress. Had they offended Brenda?
“Stop worrying, you’ll give yourself a stomach ulcer.” Julie flopped down beside her on the sofa. “Let’s watch an episode of Bad Girls.” She grabbed the remote, scrolled through Netflix, and hit resume play.
Halfway through the episode, Julie’s phone pinged. They both stared at it like a ticking time bomb.
“Aren’t you going to get that?” Yvonne paused the episode of Bad Girls.
Julie shrugged. “She can wait, we had too.”
“Are you seriously going to play that game?” Yvonne leaned forward and Julie lurched for her phone, beating her to it.
Here goes nothing. “Let’s read it together.”
Yvonne nodded, leaning closer.
‘Hey, just got your message. Thanks for letting me know. I’m kinda relieved, actually.’
Ouch, that hurt.
Julie’s face fell. “Were we that bad?”
She looked at Yvonne as if seeking reassurance, and the irony wasn’t lost on her. Julie was the one who worried Yvonne wouldn’t be able to separate sex and emotion, and here she was looking like an empty bottle. Sucked dry and tossed aside.
“Keep reading.” Yvonne squeezed her hand.
‘Summer’s a killer for me. Between the shop, Josh’s softball, and Bonnie’s show jumping, I barely have time for myself. Maybe in the New Year? Keep in touch. Friend me on Facebook.’
“Well, that’s a relief.” Julie flopped back against the sofa. “How do you feel?” She searched Yvonne’s eyes.
Yvonne wondered what she saw there. Relief? Disappointment? Resignation? Or the emptiness she felt.
“To be honest, relieved but also empty.” She shrugged. “It
’s hard to explain.”
“I get it.” Julie smiled. “It’s like the day after Christmas. Months of planning, excited beyond belief, then bang, it’s all over until next year!”
“Exactly!” Yvonne said. Julie hit the nail on the head.
“But you couldn’t do it every weekend, right, or Christmas would lose its magic?”
“Nice analogy.” Yvonne chuckled. In a few months’ time she might be open to doing it again, but not right then.
“We don’t have to lose the magic, though.” Julie dropped to her knees. She pushed Ginger aside and rested her hands in Yvonne’s lap, looking at her like she was her next meal.
When Julie nudged her legs apart, Yvonne didn’t stop her.
“Would you like me to pleasure you, Miss Vonn?”
The earnest look in Julie’s eyes sent an arrow of lust skidding up Yvonne’s spine. Her nipples tightened and her core clenched. “I can’t believe I’m horny again.”
“Well, I’m sure you’ve showered since last night.” Julie batted her eyelashes, mimicking Pamela.
Finally able to see the funny side of their encounter, Yvonne threw her head back and burst out laughing.
“Pamela was something, wasn’t she?” Julie said, sitting back on her haunches.
“Don’t remind me.”
“Would you like me to help you forget?” Julie’s heated gaze ignited Yvonne’s blood.
“Please.” She lifted her hips, letting Julie slide her jeans and underwear down her legs. It was broad daylight, and Yvonne didn’t give a damn.
Brenda had given them the gift of not only accepting their bodies, but also embracing them.
Julie’s tongue made contact, and Yvonne gave herself over to her wife, her lover, her forever.
Epilogue
As promised, they kept in touch with Brenda via text and Facebook. Although they were yet to meet her son, they loved browsing the many pictures Brenda posted of his softball games. Apparently, Joshua Smith was an outstanding shortstop.
“Hey, you’re lucky Brenda didn’t take offence when you questioned her surname.”
Surprised by the comment, Yvonne turned to Julie. “Why are you bringing that up now, three months later?”
“I didn’t really think about it before, but look.” Julie pointed to the iPad, underlining Brenda’s name. “It’s there in black and white, and she messaged you before we met her at the show.”
“Good point, but in fairness, it didn’t sink in.” She’d been too busy wrapping her head around the fact they were going to see her again. Never imagining it would end in a night of mind-blowing sex.
A night they both still talked about in the throes of passion.
“Do you think she minds we still fantasize about her?”
Julie’s smile was wicked. “I think she’d be honoured knowing she taught you a trick or two.”
Warmth rose up Yvonne’s neck. She’d discovered the joys of slipping into the persona of Miss Vonn, and loved the sight of Julie on her knees, begging to be allowed to touch, to please, to obey, but in the cold light of day, she struggled with the dual sides of her personality.
Explorative Yvonne and the conservative woman her mother had raised her to be.
Shaking off thoughts of her mother, she continued to scroll her Facebook feed.
“Wait. Back up,” Julie said, head resting on Yvonne’s shoulder, the smell of her shampoo tickling Yvonne’s nostrils.
Yvonne clicked on an update from Hannah.
“Oh, cool. She’s gone flatting.” Hannah was making goofy faces with a guy and a girl who appeared to be around the same age as her. The caption read, “Flatties unite.”
A diamond stud was visible on the right side of her nose. Yvonne smiled, pleased to see she’d put her piercing back in. She clicked on the message box. “Piercing looks good, don’t take it out for Gran.”
A red light lit up indicating a new notification. Yvonne clicked on the post which took her back to Brenda’s page.
“Oh, wow, look at you, Boy!”
“Doesn’t he look handsome?” Julie sounded proud, even though she’d been nervous as a new-born filly around him.
Sunlight glistened off Boy’s coat making it shine like mottled silver. He had a red sash draped across his neck, and a beaming Bonnie-Leigh stood in front of him holding a cup in the air. Brenda’s caption read, ‘Way to go, Bonn.’
A ping indicated she had a new message.
“You have a message,” Julie stated the obvious.
“I’m not blind…or deaf.”
“What did you say?” Julie waggled a finger in her ear, staring through narrowed eyes.
“Idiot.” Yvonne chuckled.
The laughter died in her throat as she read Brenda’s message.
‘Hi, having a few drinks next Saturday to celebrate Boys win…and my birthday. Would be great to see you ladies.’
They looked at each other, eyes wide with excitement. Recently, they’d talked about the prospect of seeing Brenda again, but she always seemed so busy, they didn’t want to intrude.
“Is that an invite?” Julie asked.
“Sounds like it. Do you want to go?” Yvonne asked, trying not to let her excitement show.
“Sure. Could be fun,” Julie said casually. “And it’s not like we have any other plans.”
“True on both counts.”
“Huh?”
“We don’t have plans, and it could be fun. Now send her a reply before she recalls the message.”
“Can you do that?” Yvonne asked, genuinely curious.
God knew there’d been a time or two she wished she could recall a message when she realised it could be misconstrued.
“Here, I’ll do it.” Julie held out a hand.
“Do you want me to tell Brenda you’re being bossy again?”
Desire flashed in Julie’s eyes. Yeah, she was as keen to see Brenda as Yvonne was.
‘Sounds good. What would you like us to bring?’
Three little dots bounced. Brenda was typing. Waiting for her message seemed to take forever.
‘Just whatever you want to drink. Pack a bag, so you don’t have to worry about drinking and driving. Oh, and I have a ribbon that needs untying.’ The message was followed by a winking emoji.
Yvonne’s breath caught in her throat. She was no longer naïve enough not to be able to read between the lines.
She turned to Julie, needing to make sure they were on the same page. “What do you think?”
“I think we have a gift to unwrap.”
“I’m keen if you are,” Yvonne said, the excited look in Julie’s eyes telling her all she needed to know.
“Swoon.” Julie swept an arm across her forehead and flopped back.
Smiling, Yvonne sent a reply. ‘See you next Saturday.’
Three dots jumped again. Yvonne roused Julie from her feigned fainting episode.
‘I look forward to seeing you, all of you. I’ll text you my address. Xx’
“Looks like we have a date,” Yvonne said, unable to hide her excitement.
“We do. A very hot date.”
Neither of them knew what the night would bring, but Yvonne was optimistic it would be every bit as erotic, if not more so, than their first night together.
Ironically, it took sharing her wife to no longer fear losing her.
Although they’d let someone into their marital circle, the matching gold bands on their ring fingers were as unbreakable as the love that bound them together.
She brought Julie’s hand to her lips, gently kissing her knuckles. “I love you, Mrs Wilson.”
“And I you, Mrs Henderson.” She kissed her softly, lovingly.
THE END
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