I go to thewashroom and quickly finger comb my hair and make sure I don’t haveany remnants of dinner on my face. Resting my hands on the sink, Inotice they’re shaking. Damn, why does she have to look so perfect?I’d be a lot less nervous if I could find a flaw with her.
I walk back outinto the living room and sit beside Katie.
“I don’t wantyou to ignore my calls anymore, Jules. I really like you a lot, andI want us to get closer, not further away.”
“Are you sure?I mean…you know about what happened to my mother and to Abby andabout my dad going away for all those years. I didn’t walk awayfrom all \ that unscathed. I have trust issues.”
“I’d besurprised if you didn’t,” Katie says sympathetically.
“I’m sorry thatI ignored your calls. I just thought maybe you’d forget about meand meet someone less fucked-up.”
“I don’t seeyou as messed up as you see yourself, Jules. You’ve always beenkind and normal around me.”
She’s sayingall the right things. I lean over and kiss her full, pink lips.Immediately, she wraps her arms around me and kisses me back. Ourtongues roll around each other’s, and our breathing becomes heavyand hot. Katie pulls back only long enough to pull off her t-shirt.I do the same. Soon, both of our bras are on the floor and we’recaressing each other’s breasts. Katie stands up in front of me andslides off her jeans. The glow from the candles illuminate herperfect skin. Slowly, my eyes look at this beautiful creature infront of me. Her body is petite and curvy and modelesque. I pullher close to me, my face at thigh level. Slowly, I run my tongue upand down her thighs with my hands on her perfectly round ass. Shemoans and bites her bottom lip when I run my fingers back and forthover her panties. Then, she grabs my hand and pulls me up and leadsme to her bedroom.
As soon as wehit the bed, she slides off her panties and kneels in front of me.Then, she pushes me on to my back and slides off my jeans. Her eyeslook hungry and primal. She wants me. When our bodies intertwine,there’s an electricity and energy that I’ve never felt before. Iwant to consume her, body and soul. I take my time pleasing herwith my tongue, her taught pink nipples then her moist sex.Everything I do, she writhes and shivers in response. When it’s herturn to return the favor, I’m surprised and the skill of her tongueand fingers. Just by the way she explores me, I can tell she’s alot more experienced. After rising to orgasm repeatedly, we lie ineach other’s arms. Hearts beating fast, we look at one another andburst into laughter, “that was the most incredible sex I’ve everhad,” she says.
“Tell me aboutit.”
* * *
We wake up thesame way we went to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms. I standup, slide on my jeans and walk into the washroom. When I come out,Katie is standing in front of me holding my bra and t-shirt. I takethem from her and kiss her.
“Do you wantsome breakfast before I have to leave for work?” She asks.
“Just a coffeeif you’re making some for yourself, thanks.”
Katie switcheson the TV while the coffee percolates. Recaps of recent news scrollacross the bottom of the screen., I see the words burned car anddrug trade as they quickly roll by. Immediately, my mind turns toFournier. I guess I’ve been so preoccupied with receiving that bigcheck and then being with Katie that I forgot all about him. Ithink about the Mercedes and the young dealers in the car.Immediately, anger starts to boil up in me.
I must be easyto read because Katie notices a change in me and asks what’s wrong.I tell her about last night and how Dad and I were dining out whenthe two old ladies mentioned a white Mercedes that was foundburning with two bodies inside.
“I know. That’shorrible,” she says. “Do you think it’s the same Mercedes that wefollowed to Fournier’s bar?”
“I think it’s adamn good possibility. But we’ll probably never know. I’m prettysure the cops won’t release any more information to the public,especially if they’re in an ongoing investigation.”
“Well, I mightbe able to find out something,” Katie says, smiling. “I do work ata cop shop, you know?”
That’s right.She does. Maybe she could ask her cop friend, the one that got herthe job, if there’s any connection to the Mercedes andFournier’s?
“That would begreat, Katie. Even if we could just get the Mercedes plate number,we’d know if it was the same guys.”
“No problem.I’ll see what I can find out.”
* * *
She drops meoff at the front of my building. As secretive as I’ve been about myfeelings for Katie, last night was so perfect That I can’t wait totell Dad how much she means to me.
As soon as Ireach my floor and get off the elevator, I see oranges
