She heard Suze in the bathroom, heard the shower running. A few minutes after
the water stopped, the bathroom door opened.
Suze swung in the doorframe, holding on with one hand, one pretty foot crossed
behind the other. Her tan lushness was artfully draped in a white towel, her
smile wide and totally innocent.
“I’d ask you in,” Aude said, “but I might hurt you.”
She made a face, “C’mon, Aude. Let’s be friends.”
“You can’t trust me. The towel is a nice touch but I’m not just queer for
towels…I’m queer period.”
“I could take the towel off and be less confusing.”
“Don’t”
“You know I’ve been having dreams ever since you got here. L-e-s-b-i-a-n
dreams…” She drew the word across her lips like a slow, long lick on a lollipop,
“and when I wake up I’m all moist, Aude.”
Years back…way before Val. There would have been none of this. Aude would not
have needed the big pull. Hell, the sight of Suze, nude by the pool would have
been enough. She would have dragged the girl off to bed and licked the nipples
right off of her pert little tits…sucked the soul up out of her love button and
made her moan for more. Hot numbers like Suze had inspired plenty of those wild
moments. Exciting at the time…but there had been no real meaning until Val.
Their lovemaking had been more…it had passion and devotion. Having it be
meaningful had quickly become habit forming.
“That’s enough kidding around, Suze,” she said gruffly.
Suze widened her eyes. “Holy crap! I think the big, bad ex-cop dyke is afraid
of little old me.”
“You may think every damn thing is a game but your type of play can hurt
people. I’m a whole generation too old for games. So run along and shut my
door.”
Suze stuck out her tongue and backed into the bathroom. The door shut with a
slam.
She could have been lighter but Aude knew she had handled it right, try to joke
with Suze on her level and she’d have just become bolder. And accidentally the
towel would have come loose and Suze would have ended up in Aude’s arms. To
satisfy her curiosity or merely to make another conquest Suze would have pushed
it. Or, if she was a little more vicious, and it was quite possible she was, she
would have gone only far enough to be certain that Aude committed herself then
jumped loose and been very upset about the whole thing. Hah, hah…joke’s on you
old lady!
Suze was a devil in angel wrappings. Aude wondered if the ex-husband, whoever
he was, knew how lucky he’d been to get rid of her. Aude hoped Molly would never
see her daughter clearly. Molly deserved a hell of a lot more than she was
getting from her little Suze or from Rick.
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