Chapter 12 #2
“I’m mostly over it now, I think.” Jamie tried to shrug lackadaisically, but it was harder than she thought it could be.
Especially when she opened up about what kind of cancer she had been convinced she had and how it made her think about the future.
“It’s not like I ever felt a burning need to have kids, but thinking I could never do it myself…
I dunno. The news completely went against what I felt instinctively. I felt betrayed.”
“I can imagine, and with Etta’s distractions at the moment… although I hear that may be coming to an end soon.”
“That so? She hasn’t told me much.” Jamie snorted. “I don’t know if she thinks I’m too stupid to understand, or…”
“No!” Monique shook her head. “I’m sure she doesn’t think that. Etta has a hard time opening up, as you know. She only tells me things because after so long I know how to smack her ass until she talks. Pardon the expression, of course.”
“Of course.”
“Compared to Etta, my wife Helen is the most open woman in the universe, and she only recently told me that her grandmother was Argentinian. Can you believe it?”
“No.”
“The point is, Etta is not one to talk about much to begin with. It says a lot about your personality that you’ve put up with her for so long.”
“And you, I suppose.”
“To be fair, she dumped me.”
“She dumped a lot of women.” Jamie held back an inappropriate laugh. “Except that one woman she was really in love with who dumped her after she proposed. What was her name?”
Monique glowed in disbelief. “You mean… Adele Thompson?”
Jamie heard her, yet it was like Monique’s words went right in one ear and out the other. “What?”
“Adele. Thompson. The woman who came to my party just an hour ago.”
“What?”
“Jamie! You didn’t know! Here I was afraid it might be awkward!”
“I…”
Monique sighed. Oh my God, I am so fucking dumb! Jamie had only seen a few older pictures of Adele, but she had completely forgotten the name. The two never clicked until now.
“She just moved back into the area. I suppose she had been living in California for a while.” Monique cleared her throat.
“When I heard she was in town, I felt it was my duty as Helen’s wife to extend a greeting.
Might open some doors for her. In all honesty, it was my first time meeting her too.
She was long gone by the time I formally met Etta.
There were other women between her and me. ”
“Okay. That’s cool.” Details I don’t need, thanks.
“Sorry. I forget you don’t do names as well as I do.”
“Well, it’s not my job to remember names. So I don’t. Unless I have a reason to.”
“My word, Jamie, I am so sorry I…”
“You didn’t do anything. Why would I be upset?
So that was Etta’s only other serious girlfriend besides me…
whom she loved enough to propose to… after three years together…
and she dumped Etta and broke her heart to the point she couldn’t have a healthy relationship until we got serious a while ago… it’s not a problem.”
“If you say so.”
“I do!”
“All right.” Monique fidgeted in her seat. Her hands kept going to her stomach, rubbing her baby bump and patting different parts of her dress as if they were uncomfortable. “Time to change the subject. Are you going to Midnight this Friday?”
Jamie tilted her head. It was still full of thoughts of Adele…
that beautiful, refined woman who could have easily been an actress in old Hollywood and still have millions of fans today.
Maybe if Jamie tilted her head enough, the thoughts would spill out of there.
“Midnight… Etta mentioned something about it. Why? We don’t go there often. ”
“Last time I spoke to her on the phone I mentioned the demonstrations they’re doing that night and she sounded interested. I suppose it depends on you and how busy she is. She might have an important meeting that night.”
“Demonstrations?”
“They’re hosting a bondage night. Lots of shows and demonstrations about different forms of bondage and restraints. It’s one of Helen’s favorite things, so we’re going.”
Jamie side-eyed Monique’s protrusion.
“Let me tell you, pregnancy hormones are no joke. There hasn’t been a single night this past week I haven’t had…” Monique looked around and lowered her voice. “Sex. I am insatiable. Sorry for the TMI.”
“I’m sure your wife doesn’t mind.”
“Honestly, she’s having trouble keeping up with me. We usually take a night or two off a week, after all. But I’m allergic to breaks right now.”
Jamie sighed. “Etta and I have barely done anything in a month, and I’m not screaming for any physical affection like that. She doesn’t seem to be either. Between being sick, my brain, and her work… there hasn’t been time or energy for sex, let alone the kinky stuff.”
“Then if Etta has the time, you two should definitely go Friday night. A bunch of us have reserved a table up front. There’s room for two more.”
“Perhaps.” It could be nice. They didn’t go to the local BDSM dungeon very often, mostly because Etta wasn’t as public with her proclivities as others were.
Hell, anyone who was anyone had seen Helen dominate Monique into the greatest submission anyone ever experienced.
So happened it was at Midnight, too. I had front-row seats…
speaking of… What a world Jamie lived in when she could watch one of her best friends have super kinky sex and not have it affect their friendship at all afterward.
No wonder she and Etta had to part ways.
She’s not into the lifestyle like Monique is.
Jamie couldn’t imagine having sex with Helen.
The woman was a different kind of Domme from Etta when she was in the mood.
“Well, if you decide to go, even at the last minute, let me know. I’ll make sure we save some seats for you two at our table.
” Monique patted Jamie’s knee. “If Etta tells you she’s not in the mood, you might try suggesting otherwise.
It might do you both a world of good to get a little inspiration to get those motors running again. Seriously.”
“Maybe you’re right. I’ll bring it up sometime soon.
” Jamie didn’t mean to sound so distant, but she was still thinking of Adele.
That… woman… Even I had a crush on her. And she was so nice!
Surely she knew who Jamie was… she had to know that Jamie was living with Etta, let alone serious with her.
Was that why she went out of her way to talk to…
Wait.
Wait.
Wasn’t she at Etta’s office not too long ago? Doing what? Did Jamie want to know?
“You all right?”
Jamie flashed the fakest smile she could manage. “Life sure is a bucket of fucking bullshit, ain’t it?”
Monique’s eyes widened. “Hm…”
“Even when you’re happy. Even when things are going seemingly well. Bullshit. Constant piles of it.”
“Well…” Monique rested both hands on her stomach. “You’re not wrong. That whole party was a bucket of bullshit.”
“Uh-huh.” Jamie started laughing. It was all she could do to keep the last of her sanity.