Chapter 2
I changed into black dress pants and a red blouse Callie said she liked on me. I sat on the sofa, scrolling through the news website on my laptop, when she arrived home. She dropped her purse and keys on the table by the door. The elevator doors slid shut down the hall with an audible thunk before she closed our apartment door.
Callie kicked off her flats and slumped in an exaggerated manner. “Ugh,” she said. “My last appointment canceled and there was a lull. I didn’t feel like dealing with the last minute walk-ins and Jess told me I could skip out. I could use the tips but I didn’t want to deal with the stress of being rushed. Tomorrow’s gonna be bad enough.” She stretched her arms toward me and made scratching gestures with her fingers. It was her daily and wordless sign for ‘I’m covered in itchy hair and need a shower’.
I said, “The I-tried-to-do-my-own-hair-and-will-you-fix-it day.”
She sighed. “There’s one every Saturday. Hopefully I don’t get stuck with them.”
She crossed the living room and gave me a peck on the lips. A lock of her curly brunette hair fell toward my face and I fingered it briefly before she promptly headed toward the shower.
She called, “What are you doing?” as she entered the bathroom.
The sounds of her rummaging through the drawers and linen closet prompted me to raise my voice for her to hear.
I said, “Passed a bunch of cop cars on the way home.” I refreshed the news site again for any updates. “Trying to see if there was anything about it on the news.” There was no report of anything out of the ordinary on the highway but there were a bunch of headlines covering some type of mob violence and another blaming it all on the President.
Callie mumbled something I didn’t catch before shutting the bathroom door. A few seconds later the faint patter of the shower began.
My phone vibrated and distracted me from the computer. I retrieved the phone from my pocket and found a text message from my brother that contained one word: “Cunt”. I debated responding to him and assumed the text might’ve been meant for one of his friends as a joke. Joining in on whatever prank he might be involved in I fired back: What’s your problem, Dick?
I stared at the screen of my phone for a while, waiting to see the dancing three dots that indicated he was responding to the text but nothing happened. Eventually I was distracted by the growing sound of sirens in the distance. But my attention was distracted again by the squeak of the faucet knobs emanating from the bathroom as Callie cut the water and the scrape of the shower curtain as she exited the shower.
I closed the laptop, set it on the coffee table, and made my way to the window overlooking the street. The sirens were off in the distance but they didn’t seem to be growing or fading in volume. As if the emergency vehicle was parked somewhere and the driver had forgotten to cut the alarm.
The bathroom door opened. I turned and took in Callie with her hair pinned up messily to keep it from getting wet and a towel wrapped around herself. She headed down the hallway toward our bedroom. I stealthily followed her. She went straight to the dresser, pulled the top drawer out, and began pawing through its contents. I pressed my body against her damp back and ran my hand up her thigh and under the towel.
She made a conspiratorial sigh and continued to shove her underthings around, searching for whatever it was she wanted. She said, “Don’t you want to wait until after dinner and drinks?”
I kissed the back of her neck and took in the scent of the coconut soap she’d used while sliding my hand across her lower belly and slipping my middle finger over her hairless cunt, teasing her clit. She stopped rummaging in the dresser, gripped its top, and pressed her ass against my crotch. I grew wet and my cunt ached to have her. I rubbed her clit before slipping my finger in her wet pussy as she squirmed against me and moaned.
She said breathlessly, “But I’m hungry.”
“Me too.”
She turned her head toward me and I kissed her. She bit my lower lip lightly and moaned as I finger fucked her. She grew wetter as I worked. I pulled the towel from her body and dropped to my knees behind her. She closed the dresser drawer and bent over it, planting her feet farther apart. I grabbed each of her ass cheeks and spread her open before I began tonguing her clit and cunt. I slid two fingers in her while flicking her clit with my tongue. She moaned and reached back to pet my short hair as I worked. I fingered her faster and could feel her skin growing warm and damp with perspiration and knew she would come quickly. My nipples grew hard and my own cunt grew with the ache and pull of desire for release.
“Oh, Sonya,” she whispered, “I’m coming.”
I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked it rapidly with the tip of my tongue as her vagina spasmed around my fingers. Her whole body convulsed slightly and she yipped. She let go of my head and gripped the dresser to steady herself. She let out a soft cry of ‘oh’ each time the orgasm shook her. She sighed in relief when the last wave of pleasure was gone and her body relaxed.
I stood and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and she turned to look at me coyly. Her face was flush with the orgasm and a large strand of her hair had fallen free from a clip. She was so beautiful and it was moments like this that made me feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I pounced on her like an animal, pulling the clip from her hair and ramming my tongue into her mouth while she and I pulled off my clothes in a frenzy. My panties were so wet they left a trail of my own juices down my thigh when she removed them. I pulled her down on the bed with me, our mouths locked on one another. I licked and sucked on her small breasts as she pressed her fingers against my wet and swollen clit and massaged it. She moaned as I lightly bit her nipple and I came before she had a chance to do much else.
We lay on the bed in each other’s arms, catching our breaths, when Callie said, “It sounds like the world is ending out there. That wailing has been going on the entire time.”
It took me a second to realize she was talking about the sirens.
“It started before you came out of the shower,” I said.
I wrapped a strand of her hair around my finger and looked at her profile as she glared at the ceiling. She was clearly miffed by the ruckus outside.
“You were checking the news,” she said, turning her head toward me. “It didn’t say anything?”
“It literally started right before you came out of the shower. The site didn’t have anything about the cops on the highway from earlier either. Sometimes it takes them awhile. And sometimes it’s like they don’t think it’s important enough for the general public to know, I guess.”
Callie’s stomach rumbled loudly.
I poked her in the belly. “Sounds like my kitty is hungry.”
“Meow,” she replied.
“Come on.” I sat up. “Let’s go before we get too lazy to leave the apartment and decide to order in.”
Chapter 3
I held Callie’s hand and let her set the pace since she opted to wear heels and a skirt tonight. Her shoulder bag crossed her body and the purse rattled slightly with each step as it bounced against her hip.
Her schedule was hectic and most of her weekends were occupied with work so we made it a point to have one nice date night a month. I urged her to pick a day when she’d be off from work but she was so set on it always being on a Friday, regardless. I habitually let her choose where and what she wanted to do. Living downtown gave us plenty of options. She decided last week we would be going to a recently opened modern Italian restaurant six blocks from our apartment. I’d nearly choked when I’d visited their site and looked at the menu and pricing. I always paid for my girl. And what she wanted this month was some extremely overpriced Italian food. But I kept my mouth shut about the cost and gladly called to make a reservation since her coworkers raved about the place and she had her heart set on it. It was hard not to agree to whatever made her happy.