Never look an aggressive animal in the eye. It’s a challenge to them. Her father’s words rang through her head. Was Amber an animal? Was she about to be aggressive now? What did she want from Lulah?
She felt fingers on her chin, Amber gently prodding Lulah to look at her. Finally, she relented, looking into those big, golden eyes. There was nothing of an animal in them. She was looking into the eyes of another woman. A woman who’d just discovered something painful.
She knows! It wasn’t just the fact that Amber had smelled the scent of their lovemaking. It was a woman’s intuition, as she looked into eyes that now were hurt. There was no anger or bitterness in them. It reminded her more of the time when Britt had tried out for the school basketball team and had failed to make the roster. It seemed more about disappointment in herself than anger with anyone else.
Amber turned and walked away. She went to the doorway where Tiger had stood just moments earlier and looked into the living room at him. As she leaned into the doorjamb, bending one leg at the knee to put all the weight of her foot on the toes, Lulah couldn’t help but notice that exquisitely sculpted ass, her attention drawn to it by that majestic, ever-swishing tail. High in the air, it moved slowly, almost hypnotically, back and forth, as if beckoning her to gaze upon that glorious gluteus maximus, barely contained by the stressed denim of her shorts. She hated to admit it, but it gave even her own a run for its money.
Who am I kidding? That caboose makes mine look like a nine-year-old girl’s! No wonder Tiger took to her. He’s always been an ass man!
Amber turned from the doorway and looked back to Lulah with obvious pain in those sexy eyes. Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to gloat and declare victory. Oh, come on!Talk about sucking! Lulah couldn’t figure herself out. God! Life could really be a pisser sometimes.She should be enjoying this! She’d beaten this creature who’d come so brazenly into her house and declared herself a rival. Beat her at her own game. She should be rubbing it in her face. She’d won! Total victory! Scorched Earth. Nuked her ass! Yet now, in her time of conquest, she was almost feeling sorry for the hairy hussy.
She understood why. It had never been a contest. The vixen never stood a chance. Tiger had come here for one reason; to be with her. There were a dozen other places he could’ve gone that would’ve made a hell of a lot more sense and would’ve been safer for all. Yet, he’d come here. He’d come for Lulah. She knew that now.
Amber had just realized it. She walked slowly back to the other woman and looked up into Lulah’s eyes, hers now confused … lost … searching.
Welcome to the real world, kid! Ain’t it a bitch? … And why am I noticing how sexy your ass and eyes are all of a sudden?
Lulah knew by all rights she owed the vixen nothing. All is fair and all that shit … right? Yet, she knew how she would’ve felt if the outcome had been different; if it had been Amber standing here with Tiger’s scent all over her.
“I love him. I’ve loved him for years.” She didn’t know why she felt the need to explain. She didn’t even know if it would even do any good. “I hope you understand. I truly do.”
Amber continued to just stare into her eyes. Lulah didn’t know if the girl was comprehending her words. Maybe she was too upset. Perhaps, she did and just didn’t care. Could be, she wasn’t the kind to forgive and forget. Who knew?
Amber turned to look back toward Tiger’s direction again and then looked back to Lulah. When she looked back this time, there was not as much sadness in those big, golden eyes. She gave Lulah a slight smile … soft, like a candle in a dark room just before bedtime. It was one of understanding and acceptance.
Something was happening. Lulah couldn’t explain it. But the more she looked upon the vixen, the more she noticed things about her. The more vivid her details became, like adjusting the picture on a multivision. She couldn’t help but notice the roundness of her breasts, the way they hung beneath the undersized white t-shirt. Her eyes caught the way her navel played peek-a-boo between the hem of the shirt and the waistline of those tiny Daisy Dukes. Suddenly, it was as if she had x-ray vision. She began to make out the pinkness of skin beneath the thin down of her fur. Skin that looked soft, smooth and enticing.
Ok … what the hell am I doing here?
Lulah looked deep into those eyes. She felt something stir inside her, something she hadn’t felt in almost two decades. It had burst upon her out of nowhere, like a rogue wave overtaking an unsuspecting ship. She felt her skin tingle and flush as the room suddenly seemed hotter.
What’s wrong with me? She found herself perplexed by this sudden rush of hormones. Twenty-four hours ago, she wanted to strangle Amber. Ten minutes ago, she wanted to cry for her. Now it was all she could do to keep from pulling her into her arms and …
“Ok! I gotta go!” she blurted out. She had to get out, get away from this strange, magnificent creature. “The store! I gotta get to the store before it closes!” With that, she darted out the back door, leaving Amber standing alone in the middle of the kitchen.
The vixen watched her go with a hungry look, finding herself in quite a state of arousal. The smell of the sex on Lulah had excited her. As a result, she’d released her pheromones into the air. Lulah had
