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Keep Up: Chapter 18
Regina was unusually quiet during dinner that night, but Jae reasoned that it would take some time for her to come around and to be as they once were. Unwavering, she continued to attempt some resemblance of a conversation between the two of them. “I really missed you and I’m glad you’ve agreed to give us this opportunity Regina” she started, flashing a smile.
“I’m glad too. Hopefully we get it right this time…” she responded flatly while pushing her food from one side of her plate to the other.
“Oh, before I forget. Morgan wanted me to ask you about corporate volunteering options down at your YMCA. She is looking to get her company involved and wants to work with you on a few different cooperatives. I told her you would love to get an accounting firm like that involved with your kids. Give her a call when your free?”
Regina nearly chocked on her wine and looked more shocked than amused. “Baby, I would love to help her out, but work has had me so swamped recently and I am not sure what her company could offer the kids.”
“Maybe internships for a couple of the older kids and the opportunity for the younger ones to spend time with a few positive individuals? I think it’s actually a great idea.”
Upset that Morgan had gone through Jae to get her attention and having barely touched her food, Regina announced that she was full and began clearing the table. “No, I don’t believe the Y would be interested” she stated now exiting the dining room.
Jae read her discomfort and although unsure of where it was coming from, she momentarily and unwisely dismissed the discussion.
She toyed her iPhone between her hands contemplating her next move. It had been months since the last time she had really had her back blown out and she was more than overdue. Sure, it had only been a few weeks since she and Gabrielle had broken up, but their sex life had severely declined from toe-curling long before then. Between being long overdue, emotionally charged and flat out hormonal, Veronica gave in and texted Lynn, the one woman who never failed her climaxes.
“I need you tonight.” Read the text.
She had much before that sworn off interactions with Lynn for fear of the control she had over her body. She tried as hard as she could to resist the temptation of reaching out to her tonight, but the tapping of her hormones on her clit and the pulsing of her inner walls threatened to run from her body and seek their own refuge. She bit her lip and tried to ignore the fact that her panties got moist at the idea of Lynn’s agreeing to a sexual escape. It wasn’t until Veronica heard her phone hit the tile floor of the kitchen that she realized she was nervously flipping the phone in her hand once more. As if knocked into submission, her phone buzzed up a reply.
“Address?” Was all Lynn said.
Immediately, Niagara Falls arrived between her legs. Hardly able to control her excitement, Veronica’s fingers shook typing out her reply. “623 Pennsylvania Avenue. Apt. 27. Key is under the mat.”
As if in a marathon, Veronica took off around the apartment to set the mood, as if it was necessary. She lit candles, poured wine and turned on some light jazz. Once satisfied that the apartment confirmed her intentions, she stepped into the shower. She stood for a few moments trying to remember all of Lynn’s favorite scents. She settled on her raspberry-vanilla body wash and attempted to wash away all the moisture that betrayed her all evening.
Stepping out of the shower, she dried off and carefully applied her scented body oil—leaving a trail to all of her sensitive spots. She stepped into a red laced negligee and poured herself a glass of wine… and as time passed, poured herself another and another.
Now tired of waiting and certain she had been stood up some three hours later, Veronica blew out the candles, turned off the music and dragged herself to bed. She curled up in her covers hoping that her desires would at least be satisfied in her dreams.
Somewhere between fantasizing about beaches and sunsets, Veronica felt cool fingertips caressing the sides of her waist. Alarmed, she attempted to sit up at attention and shout out a “No.” Immediately, she felt a rough shove, accompanied by a single fingertip pressing over her lips. Before she could be completely be overcome with panic, she realized the room was filled with the scent of vanilla- Lynn. Her body instinctively began to respond to the kisses that Lynn was placing from her forehead to her lips- an apology of sorts, that assured her that the night would not go down in vain.
Simultaneously, Lynn allowed her fingers to glide from Veronica’s waist to between her legs. She played around her clit, collecting the warm moisture at the tips of her fingers. Veronica laid pack contemplating the situation she found herself in. Should she remain relaxed and allow the pleasure to consume her on its own, or should she participate in what would be the ultimate sexual release. Unable to mentally make a decision, her physical kicked in and she lifted her waist to signal that she was ready for her insides to be invaded.
Not one to be told what to do, Lynn shoved her waist back down and played faster with her clit- advising her that she was in charge of this show. She pulled her lips from Veronica’s and allowed her kisses to travel carefully down her body. She kissed and nibbled until she was finally able to replace her fingers with her tongue. Teasing first, she meticulously slid her tongue up and down Veronica’s clit, stopping momentarily at the bottom to gently probe lightly inside of her. She didn’t increase her speed until she heard the gentle moaning and cooing escape from Veronica’s slightly parted lips.
Lynn kept herself busy between Veronica’s legs for what seemed like an eternity, teasing and poking through the darkness. It wasn’t until Veronica’s grabbed her hair and called out to have her inside of her that Lynn finally relented to what she already knew Veronica needed. She slid up, finding her way to her lips, while succinctly dropping her shorts. Just as she re-parted Veronica’s lips and slipped in her tongue, she parted her legs and slid in her strap. Without mercy, she thrust hard and fast into Veronica, determined to make the walls cave in around her. When she could tell that Veronica was on the verge of an orgasm, she roughly slipped her over onto all fours.
Pounding deeper and harder into Veronica, Lynn grabbed a handful of her hair and dug further in. Feeling her own legs starting to tremble, she pushed on faster, aiming for an in unison orgasm.
Veronica again felt her inner walls giving way to Lynn’s thrust. Her walls contracted tightly around the strap, pulling it deeper within her– reaching places she forgot existed. She bit down on her lip to hold at by the climax that threatened to erupt from inside of her. Fighting a losing battle, her legs started to quiver and she could barely hold up her own weight. Finally, Lynn hit the ultimate spot and Veronica called out very mercy from what she felt within. In that very moment, Lynn gave one finally thrust and was on an orgasm of her own.
They purred and cooed together until they had rode out the entire orgasm. Once they pulled themselves apart, Veronica dropped to her side and continued panting. Before she could begin to catch her breath, Lynn jumped up, pulled on her pants and kissed her forehead. Just as quickly as she came, she was out the door, leaving Veronica to crave their next encounter.