FFF - 2 women

99 words
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Is the call still going in there?

Yea, I guess, she blew smoke into the heavy air,
I still hear voices

Resting her elbows on the table she felt

uncomfortable in her unused nakedness,
“What’s taking so them so long?”

I don’t know darlin’,
more smoke filled the room.

Can I get dressed?  Her fingers absently-
mindedly ran through the short curl
of hair between her thighs.

Better not, we need to be ready.

Ready for auditors?

You’d be surprised sweetie, you had better be ready….

The muffled tones behind the door stopped.

You’d better be ready….

Do you want to talk about it?

No.

I don’t want you….

Stop!  I said I don’t want to talk about it.

They sat quietly

The noise of the city accentuated the silence of the room.  

She hung her head, still aroused, still hungry, she felt the curl of silk press her needy lips.

I’ve never… tears formed, ran, and freckled the old table.

But you are with me, it’s OK.

What if my boyfriend finds out?

It won’t happen again

How do you know? Fear filled her voice.

Don’t feel bad, it was cute, everyone farts during sex…

She inhaled deeply. She wanted to quit, but each drag filled her with fire and quelled the cravings and she knew she never would.  The sun baked their room and the open windows did nothing in the stagnant summer.  The party music sent pulsing need into her sensitized lips. She looked at the girl, fixating on the curl of faint scar tissue around her nipples, jealous of her youth.

Are you ready to go back in?

Yea, boys for you, girls for me this time?

Yes, she felt the cravings and wanted the fire.  

Another thing she’d never quit.

This picture, found on a tumblr, unfortunately forgotten, struck me immediately with so many possibilities.  Where they waiting? Were they done? Angry? Sad, in love, breaking up?  How many times have we all sat at that table, one party aloof, distant, waiting for the sad one to speak, to plead their case to make an apology, to beg forgiveness, or express regret.  

Their state of undress both limits and expands the creative possibilities?  Or maybe it’s the apparent difference in age and implied experience.  Are they a couple, or rivals, or just working girls on a break?  My original ending for #3 had them walking in to the party hand-in-hand with the tagline, “Thanks Mom, I really need the money,” or something like that, but I couldn’t get it set-up right without it sounding tacked on, too much of a surprise ending, to I let it stay on the darker side.

Above all else, to me, this is a quiet picture, stifling heat, glaring sun, no ice water in sight; this is oppressive in mood and moment.

If you care about specific “inspirations”

#1 – Written during my morning conference call with, you guessed it, the auditors.  Buttoned down by day, horny and old by night.

#2 – What are we ashamed of?  Our first lesbian encounter, her first john? What was it?  Well, I couldn’t let it be too serious.

#3 – Addictions, we all have them, so this is hers.  Past her prime, helping out the new girl, both tired, but needing something.  We all crave the fire, don’t we?

Thanks to Panser for using my idea, that’s always fun, and thank, as always, for his efforts in brining us all together.  Now go check out everyone else, and next week, I want to see YOUR name on the list.

Advizor