by Amy DeMeritt
While we eat, Alex looks at me with her beautiful seafoam green eyes in a way that makes me feel like I can hear the words of her heart even though she doesn’t actually speak a single word. When I was falling in love with Alex, and trying not to die, I had envisioned this invisible complex braid of countless threads uniting both of our hearts together. It felt like my heart was becoming intimately tethered to hers and we were soaring above the world together. Her eyes connecting to mine like this makes me feel like those invisible threads are turning to gold. No, golden only in color, but spider silk in strength.
I pretend to clear my throat as a question I’ve never considered asking anyone before nearly falls off my lips. I mean it and I’m certain she would say yes, but I want to plan this out right. Alex giggles a little and takes my hand.
“What are you thinking about? You have a very huge smile on your face.”
“Something spectacular, but for now, it’s a secret.” She laughs again and tilts her head to regard me a moment. Oh god, she is so beautiful. “Ok, you may have your secret – for now.” I laugh and kiss her hand. “Thank you.”
After we finish dinner, Alex puts the food away and I clean up the dishes. As I’m wiping down the table, Alex comes up behind me and grabs my hips, making me smile. I turn into her and she picks me up and sets me on the table. I promptly wrap my legs around her waist and pull her down into a kiss. After a few minutes of kissing and running our hands up and down each other’s backs, Alex pulls back smiling. She unbuttons my blouse and pulls it off me and quickly removes my bra as well. Alex leans forward, pushing me down to lay on the table while her lips and tongue start to parade up and down my neck and chest.
Her lips press against my nipple and she slowly traces the tip of her tongue around the nub, making it become hard very quickly and making my clit pulse with need. After several minutes of Alex playing across my chest with her lips and tongue like a painter’s brush across a canvas, my chest is rising and falling with my shallow breathing and my center is rapidly becoming impatient to be touched.
Alex trails kisses up my neck and whispers, “Jordan, can I get inside you tonight?” I moan and nod and breathe out, “Yes.” I feel her smile against my neck as she gently nibbles the side of my neck. “Do you want me to take you to the bedroom or stay right here?”
“Right here.” Alex stands up and grabs for the waist of my pants. I help her get them and my panties off and my breathing immediately becomes more labored as she runs a hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in a slow circle. When my hips buck against her hand, she pulls her hand out and takes a step back with a hungry smile on her face.
“I’ll be right back. Stay just like that.”
I’m lying on my back on my kitchen table with my legs sprawled open. I feel like I’m the main course and should either have her face between my legs or have her stuffing me. I’m about to experience the latter and its making my inner walls contract with desire.
When Alex comes back, she’s wearing my bathrobe and I can tell she’s naked underneath. I can also see something slightly protruding between her legs, making the robe poke out just slightly. Alex steps between my legs with a small smile on her face and slowly removes the robe, letting it pool around her feet. I first notice her amazing full breasts capped with hard nipples. I scan down her body and bite my lip seeing the addition between her legs. Alex is wearing a sexy red and black velvet harness that looks more like lingerie than a mechanism for holding the thick clear shaft she’s wearing. I swallow hard and inhale deeply. It’s been a long time since I have been penetrated like this and that thing is thick and at least eight inches.
Alex presses her hands against the insides of my thighs, spreading them open farther and she smiles while she looks down at my core. She slowly presses two fingers inside me and my eyes close and my head falls back. Slow and deep, her long fingers press into me and then I feel her try to push her fingers apart inside me and slowly pulls her gapped fingers out of me. She repeats this technique a few times and then rubs the pad of her thumb over my clit once – just barely teasing me.
I feel the tip of her shaft on my center and my legs spread further and I inhale and hold my breath waiting for her to enter me. Alex rubs her tip up and down the length of me a few times and then slowly starts to insert herself. I feel my walls spread, accepting the wide girth of her shaft. A few inches in I feel an almost sucking sensation inside me as the rest of her is pushed inside me. I moan loudly feeling my insides stretch and the nerves of my interior ignite with electrical pulses, lighting me up inside.
“Oh damn! Oh, god, that feels good.”
Alex grips my hips and starts thrusting in an out of me in a deep slow pump. My hands grip the sides of the table and my hips thrust up against hers to meet each of her thrusts.
“Jordan, I can feel how tight you are inside. It feels good.”
She presses a thumb against my clit and rubs it in a slow circle while her hips continue to push in and out of me, making me moan. The table is slightly rocking under us and the hard wood is digging into my hips and shoulders, but I don’t want to stop. Alex hesitates when the table creaks, but I thrust my hips forward and she regains her perfect pace.
“Alex, I want you on top of me.” Alex smiles and pulls out a moment so we can adjust our position. When she’s firmly pressed against me, I moan loudly as she thrusts hard back inside me. In this position, I can feel her shaft deeper, and with each thrust in and out, the shaft rubs against my clit. I wrap my legs around her ass and pull her in deeper. Alex is working so hard she’s breathing hard and moaning with the effort to get me off.
Suddenly, I feel like the table beneath us disappears. It seems to happen in slow motion, but within seconds, the table crashes to the floor. As we land, Alex slams hard inside me and I gasp.
“Oh my god, Jordan, are you ok?”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh, my god, so close.” Alex moans and starts sucking my neck and pushing deep inside me. I climax a couple minutes later with a loud scream of pleasure and my body spasms from the electrical pulses shooting off in my nervous system all through my body. Alex slows her thrusts to an extremely slow and shallow pump, helping my orgasm to last longer.
When she pulls out of me, I slightly ache inside, both from her leaving me and from her having been inside me pounding against my sensitive flesh. I pull Alex into a short kiss and then she lays down on my chest while we both try to catch our breath.
“We broke your table.” I laugh and squeeze her closer. “Who ever said you had to be a vampire to destroy furniture in a bout of amazing sex?” Alex laughs hard and lifts her head to look at me. “You would look pretty hot with fangs and glittering skin.” I laugh and kiss her lips. “How would you like yours, babe?” Alex grins. “In the bath with your mouth.”
“I’m going to get good at holding my breath, aren’t I?” Alex smiles and nods. “Yes you are.”
Chapter Fifteen
My parents are pretty notorious for the amazing barbeques they throw in the summer on the rooftop of their apartment building. But since I spent pretty much the whole summer in a coma, they haven’t thrown any yet this season. Today will be the first this year. I’m actually surprised it took them a little over three weeks since I got out to finally host one. My parents had a pretty rough patch after my dad signed the papers to have the plug pulled on me without consulting my mom. It took many fights to get them on speaking terms again. I was a little worried that they were going to end up getting a divorce over this. My mom still hasn’t fully forgiven him, but at least they’re not constantly at each other’s throats anymore. I’ve been able to forgive him, but something has definitely changed between us that I don’t think we’ll ever get back. I don’t think I can ever fully trust him or be easy around him. He took it as a hard blow when I changed my power of attorney to Callie, but he didn’t try to argue or make false promises to make me change my mind. I know damn well he would make the same choice if given the chance ag
ain.
This barbeque is going to be pretty unique. Usually it’s just a ton of family, my parent’s friends and neighbors, and then a select few of my own friends, but today I have a lot more people coming. I’m bringing Alex, of course, and her parents, sister, brother-in-law, and the kids will be coming, as well as Dr. Hamlin and his wife, Dr. Sharif and his girlfriend, Daria and her husband, Sonya and her husband, and Katie. Callie will be there, and we passed an invite to my old coach and some of the girls from the gym.
I offered to make and bring some food since today’s barbeque is going to be much bigger than typical, but the only thing my parents would agree to let us bring is rolls. My parents have always been firmly against asking their guests to work. They never request anyone to bring a dish to share or have them help at the barbeque. I have always found it a bit insane, especially when people are always so willing to help.
As we make our way through the city to my parent’s place, the scent of the hot fresh rolls we just picked up at a great Italian bakery is making me feel very nostalgic. Growing up, my mom would always fix an amazing Italian feast every single Sunday. I have never been much of a pasta and bread eater, but Sundays were always pretty special. Mom made spaghetti, meatballs, fried zucchini, stuffed tomatoes, and homemade Italian bread. The air in the house was so rich and delicious that I could actually taste the food on the air as I inhaled. The smell of fresh baked bread has always been one of those comfort scents that make me feel all comfy and cozy. My mom used to call Sunday night dinners the week primer – the food was so rich and filling that it would literally knock us all out cold and we would sleep like logs, waking up Monday morning refreshed and ready to face the week. The scent of the bread in my backseat is making me want to just curl up in bed and sleep.
While we’re waiting at a red light, I feel my eyes getting heavy. Alex grabs my knee and I look over at her sleepy eyed and she laughs. “I knew we should have put that bread in the trunk. Are you going to make it or do you need me to drive the rest of the way?” I smile and shake my head. “I’ll make it, but I really just want to curl up on your amazing soft pillow chest and sleep.” Alex laughs and looks down at her boobs for a moment. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that later.”
Last week we came to dinner at my parents and my mom fixed a meal pretty similar to our old Sunday night dinners. I ended up passing out on the couch twenty minutes after we ate. We had all gone out to the living room to sit and talk and I just couldn’t keep my eyes open and my head kept bobbing around. I laid down on Alex’s lap and was out for the rest of the visit. Alex still enjoyed herself. Alex and my mom get along really well and are very comfortable in each other’s company because they spent a lot of time together talking while I was in my coma.
When we get to my parents, we go straight up to the rooftop with our arms loaded with the amazing sleep inducing aromatic bread. As soon as we step out of the door onto the roof, my mom spots us and quickly comes over to help relieve us of some of the giant paper bags of rolls.
“Oh, thank you girls so much for getting these. It totally slipped our minds to get bread for everything. Now, Jordan, you stay away from the bread till you’re ready to leave. You can’t go falling asleep in some corner somewhere and leave Alex to fend for herself with all your crazy uncles today.” I laugh hard and nod. “Yes ma’am. I’ll avoid the bread and pasta today.”
After we help my mom get the rolls arranged in baskets, we go say hi to my dad. He’s currently manning two very large grills loaded with meats and veggies. The smells are intoxicatingly delicious and are making my mouth water.
“Hey, Dad. What smells so good?” He turns to look at us with a big grin. He’s wearing an oven mitt on one hand holding a pair of giant tongs. “Everything! Here, try this. I made this special for you.” He opens up his smoker and pulls a chunk of meat off a whole chicken and holds it out to me. I take the piece of meat and split it with Alex. When we bite into it, we both moan. “Dad, this is amazing. What’s this rub on here?” He smiles big and closes the smoker. “Oh, just a concoction I came up with. Mainly some Chinese five spice, ginger, and brown sugar. I made a sauce to dip it in too.”
“Well, give me some more meat so I can try the sauce. You can’t just give me half the experience.” He lets out a happy bellowing laugh and opens the smoker. He pulls out a tray he’s using to keep some bowls of sauces warm, and while he holds the bowl, we both dip our piece of chicken. As soon as it touches my tongue, I close my eyes and inhale deeply. “Dad, you seriously better be sending me home with some of this.” He laughs and gives me a happy wink. “Already have a whole bag of stuff set aside for you in the fridge. You know these people will eat everything I set out, so I took care of it before people started showing up.”
We both give him a hug and then go over to the coolers to get a drink. “Alex, what would you like to drink? There’s water, regular sodas, and sparling water for making Italian soda.” Alex grins. “What’s Italian soda?”
“Well, you take a glass and put some simple syrup or fruit syrup in the bottom of the glass, add ice, and then pour sparkling water over the ice. It basically tastes like bubbly diluted juice. If you use the amaretto syrup, and add a couple maraschino cherries, it tastes like club soda.”
“That sounds good. Can you make me one of those?”
“Make me one too, Pixie.” We turn around and Callie is walking over with a big grin on her face and her hand clasped around the hand of a girl that looks kind of familiar. My eyes get big when they get closer and I realize who it is. Callie grins in a cocky sort of way and stops a couple feet in front of us. “You remember Carla?”
“I do. When did this happen?” They both smile and shrug their shoulders in the exact same way. Ok, that was weird. Callie answers, “Last week. Carla kept popping up everywhere I went and one thing led to another and well, here we are.” I laugh a little and shake my head.
At our last encounter, Carla was trying to act badass and was getting in Callie’s face. Callie gave her the “I’m going to get you naked” look and I guess it did the trick. I can’t believe the girl actually chased her though. I wonder how long Callie made her chase her before she let this happen. I’m surprised she has kept this to herself and didn’t boast to me about it. Probably the only thing that kept her quiet is the anticipation of the look of shock that I know I still have on my face.
“I hope you don’t mind that I came. I know we have history.” I shake my head. “I don’t mind. You and I don’t have history because we never fought each other. Your history is with Callie. Alex, this is Carla. She’s a fighter with the Pacino gym. Carla, this is my girlfriend, Alex.” Alex extends her hand to shake and Carla grins. “Are you the famous nurse?” Alex lets out a small laugh. “Yes, I’m the nurse.”
“That’s cool. I don’t know if you heard, but Tina got signed last week. That stunt you guys pulled with shaming that journalist worked. The video went viral and gyms all over the country were posting comments of support. Several male and female pro boxers even tagged the video and made comments against the media for always propagating support of unnecessary violence and disrespect for athletes.”
“That’s great. I actually only saw the ‘apology’ article the paper made him do after the fallout. I hadn’t checked any of the posts online.”
While Carla gives us details on how Tina got signed by an agent, I make us all an Italian soda. I only have one actual “conversation” to compare it to, but Carla is very different today. She’s a completely different person outside of her boxing gym, away from all those other girls. When we were there, she was unnecessarily hostile and territorial like a dog, but today she seems like a normal person, as if she’s not feeling the pressure to prove anything like she was that last time we met. I’m not letting my guard down with her though. Tina could be like that at times as well, but then the next moment, she was a crazy bitch for no reason. If Carla only acts like that around opponents, that’s fine, but if she acts crazy like that with the
people she cares about, Callie is in for a rough ride.
As we’re walking to a table to sit down, a few girls from our gym arrive. They have huge smiles on their faces and they each throw a couple quick gentle jabs at my stomach as a way of saying hello.
“Hey guys, glad you could make it.” Bridgette, one of the girls I used to help train, wraps her arms around me, lifts me off the ground, and spins me around. When she puts me down, she smacks my shoulder roughly. “I’m glad you’re still alive, but I’m a little sour about you leaving me hanging in training. Just because you don’t want to compete anymore doesn’t mean you can’t keep training us. Are you ever going to come back to the gym?”
“I’ve put boxing behind me so I don’t foresee that happening.”
“Just think about it. Even though none of us want you to ever compete again, everyone misses you. We just want to see you in the gym.”
“Well, obviously, I miss you guys too because I invited you here today. We don’t have to be in the gym to see each other.” She smiles and smacks my arm again. “True, but in the gym, we got a part of you that no one else gets – your fierce fighting spirit. You are a fearless fighter, Jordan. Training with someone like you makes us all feel stronger and braver.” I laugh and shake my head. “Pumping up my ego with this touching tribute and the accolades won’t make me change my mind, Bridgette.”
“It’s the truth, but I understand.”
I don’t know why she is pushing so hard for me to come back. Callie is a superior fighter to me and she’s still training the girls even though she retired.
After Bridgette and the others go get a drink, they join us at a table. I’m surprised that none of them bat an eyelash when they learn who Carla is. The Pacino gym is one of our gyms biggest rivals and its always been “frowned upon” to “fraternize with the enemy”. When I dated Tina for a couple months, it was a big controversy on both sides. I wonder if Tina and I doing that video together to shame that newspaper journalist helped to end some of the bitter rivalry politics between the gyms.
