The Return Home

“Thanks so much for this,” Marcy said, reaching a hand up to Delja’s shoulder.

“Anything for Clair,” Delja patted Marcy’s hand. She leaned back next to me, our hands entwined. “Miss can’t drive, so she is always in need of a chauffeur.”

“My own personal Ryde driver,” I teased.

“Your mother is paying way too much if I’m just a Ryde driver,” Delja said.

“Nonsense, she’s not paying near enough,” I said, leaning up to kiss her on the cheek. Marcy squeezed my ass, causing me to nearly fall forward. I giggled sitting next to her, squeezing her knee.

The ride to the mall was filled with flirtatious whispers, roaming hands, and glances in the mirror. “No funny business, hands where I can see them,” Delja warned from the driver’s seat.

Delja pulled up outside the mall, and I followed Marcy out of the car. She pinned me to the car, “Now remember, you said you’d text.” She kissed me, “No ghosting. I’ll find you.”

I bit my lip, “I wouldn’t dare.” I watched as she rushed into the mall, her ass holding my gaze until she disappeared into the door. I was tempted to follow her in, make heart eyes from the food court. A quickie on her lunch break. Or I could always look for Carl or Victor within the mall.

The window started rolling down behind me, “Are you coming home?” Delja asked. I weighed my options, before jumping back into the car. “She seems nice.”

“Well you’re wrong, she’s actually very naughty,” I said.

“Oh Goddess bless, what am I going to do with you Miss?” Delja prayed.

I leaned across the center console, resting my head on her shoulder, “I guess you’ll just have to love me.”

“I love you, Miss,” Delja said, wrapping her arm up to hug my head.

“I love you too,” I sighed, as she patted my hair.

“Delja,” Mom started as soon as we entered the house, “I need you to make up some cucumber sandwiches and fresh lemonade for lunch. I’m hosting book club this week.”

Delja sighed, “Duty calls.” She hugged me as we parted ways, me upstairs and her to the kitchen. “Of course, Ma’am.”

I stripped down and turned on the shower. My earlier shower with Marcy, had been amazing, but not exactly the greatest for getting me clean. My phone buzzed, I grabbed it hoping to see Marcy’s name. Instead seeing Riley, [You busy later?]

[All free.]

[Good. Cause I’m in **** need of poolside tanning.]

[Perfect] I typed out before remembering and deleting the message. Sending instead, [Bring earplugs. Mom’s cackling witches are going to be there.]

[I think I can manage.]

I pressed play on Katropolis’s new album before jumping into the shower. “Ta-ta-ta-touch me,” I sang, air drumming along to the song, water flying off with each stroke. “Her hands in my hair, his lips to my bare, oooohhh, ta-ta-ta-touch me.”

The water pelted against me, running over my body. I lathered my loofah with soap, brushing the suds across my chest, down my arms. My skin prickled with the pleasant scratching of the loofah.

As my hands ventured to between my thighs, my imagination went wild. Marcy’s kiss to my neck. Victor’s rough grasp on my thighs. Jesús fucking me against the wall. Carl ejaculating against my leg.

I touched myself to the beat of the drums, the song echoing off the walls. Katropolis urging my imaginary lovers to continue touching me. I moan in ecstasy as my orgasm ripped through my body. Water rushed over my face as I braced myself on the shelving.

I finished washing up, and grabbed my towel. I browse through my selection of bikinis, imagining which Marcy would like best. I found a skimpy little white bikini, glowing against my tanned skin. I posed in the mirror sending a pic to Marcy.

[Damn.] Marcy replied.

I smiled turning from the mirror, looking out the window. Jesús was shirtless mowing the back lawn. When I heard a screech from below me, Mom came storming across the patio. “STOP! STOP! STOP!” she waved her arms over her head walking towards Jesús. I only caught snippets of what followed, but from her angry gestures and the choice words, I was able to piece together that she was angry about the loose clippings that had made their way into the pool.

A few loose blades that had managed to fly free of the bag. He shrunk away from her, wiping sweat from his brow as she continued to berate him. He moved to the shed, retrieving the pool skimmer. I watched from the window, as Mom sat on the patio, Delja setting everything up for the book club, and Jesús fished grass from the pool.

I made my way downstairs and out back. I grabbed a couple cucumber sandwiches on my way past Mom. “Clair, those aren’t for you,” she said.

I licked one, “Oh, my bad,” and I started to set it back on the serving plate.

“God damn it Clair,” Mom swore, “just take the sandwich.” I grinned and took another, grabbing a ice-cold glass of lemonade as well. She rolled her eyes, but returned to her book without another scolding.

Jesús returned to mowing, after emptying the bag to prevent any further flyaways. I watched, noticing him watching me with each pass. I sucked an ice cube into my mouth, crunching it as I contemplated sneaking off to the shed, knowing that he would follow.

“Cecilia,” Mom called out as the first of her friends followed Delja out of the house.

“Karen,” Cecilia returned the greeting, they met kissing each other’s cheeks before taking their seats.

They instantly started cackling about so-and-so’s new hair, or how they saw someone’s husband chatting up a young lady at the supermarket. I was tempted to pull my hair out, or forfeit my right to the sun and return to the house, when Jesús made another pass with the lawn mower. I bit my lip, grabbing the half empty glass of lemonade, and sauntered off towards the shed.

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