The Lounge: Finale (Part 5)

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Here is the much anticipated conclusion to my erotic short story “The Lounge”

Read parts 1-4 first!!!!

The Lounge Part 1

The Lounge Part 2

The Lounge Part 3

The Lounge Part 4

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The Lounge: Finale (Part 5)

I woke to Christina glaring at me from the doorway.

“WAKE THE FUCK UP RAELENE! WE’RE LEAVING. NOW.”

I turned in a stupor, and saw Karen to my left, sans clothing. The perky breast that had her wife’s name on it was staring at me as I adjusted myself to reality.

“What? I …what time is…?”

Christina was absolutely enraged, “It’s six in the fucking morning. YOU left me out there for hours.

“Christina. I thought…”

“Raelene if you’re not in the car in 1 minute, I’m leaving you.” Her furious stomping shook dust from the floorboards as she carried out her threat by going to her vehicle without me.

“Guess she’s leavin’ ya!” Karen was waking up slowly, but was still managing to joke about the situation, which I did not find so hilarious.

“I don’t want to leave.”

As I said this, I noticed I was rising despite my body’s admonitions. I scrawled my cellphone number on a paper found next to one of many golden keys strewn on the dresser. I went back to the bed and lay next to her once more. Her beautiful plumes of hair were disheveled and her bright blue eyes appeared tired.

We kissed.

Nestled between her soft hair and her earlobe, I sent out my message, “I want to see you again.”

“Izz dat right?” she slurred and gave a wistful smile.

“I do. I wrote my number so please call me.”

I turned for the entranceway before she could disappoint me by saying something I could not bear, like promises of her wife’s return. Although I was shocked by all the things I found out, I still wanted her. Our lovemaking had only cemented our connection.

But stone cold reality awaited me; the sun was up and especially brilliant but I felt nostalgic, lonely  and weighed down by dread.

Goddamn. I can’t BELIEVE YOU,” spat Christina when I slumped down into the seat of the car.

“Calm the fuck down. You were fine before I don’t understand why you’re flipping out.”

“What the fuck is this!? The Golden Girls? I don’t want to hear it. You spent all night screwing some old hag while I had to drink beer on the patio. Furthermore, my gas tank is on EMPTY. I’M TIRED…you know, I’m glad you had fun but you know this shit is fucked up.”

Her lip was curled with anger as she shifted the wheel and stepped on the gas; we sped toward my house as the sun came from the sea, illuminating everything in yellowed morning-light.

I hopped from her vehicle with a quickness when we arrived in front of my house, “I’m going to sleep. Thanks.”

“Yeah. You owe me like…40 dollars. I drove you around all fucking night.”

I tossed her a 20 to shut her up. “Do you think she’ll call me?”

Although Christina was fuming for no apparent reason, I still valued her opinion. I could still feel Karen’s lips on the sensitive part of my neck, it’d only been an hour and I already missed her…

“No. Dude. I already told you. She’s too old. SHE’S MARRIED. If you fucked her it was a one night stand…and even if you didn’t…it’s still not going to happen.” The smell of burning rubber punctuated her sentence as she peeled out of my neighborhood with Tegan and Sara blaring from the car speakers.

Once inside the house, I slipped into bed and slipped into a fitful sleep that I came out of 8 hours later.

Hung-over and half-sick, I reached for my cellphone.

“I’ve been thinking of you all day…every time I think of your face baby, I smile. Call me!  -Karen”
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The Lounge: Part 2

Part 2

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The sky had on a navy blue tuxedo with accents of white; it gazed at us as we followed behind Karen’s 2002 Jeep Wrangler. It was only 10 minutes to her house from the Triangle Lounge. We pulled up to the side of her place and parked, “Listen Rae, let’s just check it out and leave in a few hours.” Christina’s green eyes were glistening with a mix of fear and concern.

“Maybe you should have a few beers and you wouldn’t be such a bitch.” I quipped back, mocking her for her attitude towards me just four hours previous.

Her response was a stony glare.

I continued, “Apparently the tables have turned huh? No, but really, don’t worry about it, we’re fine, alright?” I was trying to be tough even though I was nervous too.

Karen led us to the front door and disengaged the lock with a gold key, “Here we are! Come in, make yourself comfortable!”

Her home was cozy, suburban and well lit, the color scheme of the place was green and white; there were two elaborate woven rugs on the wooden floor and lining the walls were various picture frames that held watercolor paintings of fish.. My pepper spray was hiding in the left cup of my bra; I was trying to relax about my frivolous and spontaneous decision to go home with a stranger whose last name was unknown to me.

“Want a beer, girls? We can go out by the pool and have a swim. Got a patio and a TV out there, you can sit ‘en smoke…” Karen broke away to the kitchen and returned with three Bud Light cans.

“Alright cool.” Christina took initiative to start moving toward the pool area, her bedazzled jeans caught the lamp light in the room and glinted. We followed close behind her and went through the sliding door that led to an immense turquoise pool flanked by reclining lounge chairs near a wrap-around bar. There was a small television affixed to the wall of the bar.

Karen and I stood by the perimeter of the water and stared into the hypnotizing pool lights while Christina stationed herself bar side with her beer and cigarettes. The dull murmur of a television program filled the air seconds after she lifted the remote toward the set.

I turned to address Karen, “So when are you planning to kill me?” I was drunk and feeling audacious.

“HAW HAW HAW HAW! Come on now! You really think I’d do something crazy to you?” Karen stared at the side of my face before continuing, leaving no time for me to formulate a snarky reply, “I wouldn’t hurt you okay?” Her tone was adamant but gentle. My shoulders relaxed a little as I watched her take a pack of Menthol Pall Mall’s from her back pocket, remove one and light it; she ran her other hand through her hair from the crown and it fell back in luscious waves. “Wanna get in the pool?”

I had on combat boots and stockings and a skirt.

“I can’t get in with all this on!”

“Well come on take it off!” she teased and punched me in the arm, playfully.

 I removed my boots and my socks and stood there with my skirt and black nylons on.

“Wanna to take those off?” Karen inquired.

I said yes but found myself frozen in place from a sudden wave of shyness.

“Well let’s go in the room real quick, I can help you take them off.”

I said okay very obediently and was led back through the sliding door, to a side bedroom that was kind of dark with wood paneled walls and a sufficient amount of clutter.  There was also a floral couch and a big, soft looking double bed; we sat very close to each other on the sofa and there was ambient yellow light illuminating us from above. I do not recall what we were saying but suddenly we were quiet and Karen was looking deeply into my eyes.

All of my fear seemed to have vanished: I had surrendered myself to the flow of the moment. Karen smiled at my mouth and then her gaze traveled back to my eyes. I was feeling tranquil and had just begun to think of  a shade of blue that could adequately describe the color of her irises, when she kissed me.

My eyelids fluttered shut when our lips made contact. I could not have formed a thought even if I wanted to; a chill of pleasure raced from my spine to the back of my ears and buzzed momentarily in my skull.

She smelled like cigarettes and beer but not in a gross way but in a cool, sophisticated adult way. The same scent you detect when you are a small child hugging the grown-ups at a party as they leave the house when the festivities come to a close: cold leather, smoke and liquor… Her kiss was hollow on my kiss and was becoming increasingly passionate, our lips were firmly pressed together and she started to explore my mouth with her tongue, sending a wild jolt of lust through my body that eventually settled in my groin.

There was the sound of footsteps at a distance, coming toward doorway to the hidden room. We ignored it. I was blindly wrapping my hands through her hair as she was taking her kiss to the sensitive spot on my neck…that was when Christina announced herself, “Uh, hello! What the hell? Is there anymore beer? Are you guys going to come out and swim or what?” she spat, before stomping off in a brazen show of fury.