Chapter 41
When it came to grown adults who spent their formative years at the lower classes, there was only one thing for long distance acquaintances to do in the evening after a long day of work, school or, in Jamie’s case, wedding planning.
“You’re gonna get us killed!” Jamie shrieked, leaping on the couch as she watched Etta’s character charge into an obvious ambush.
The TV lit up in a riot of colors as Etta was taken out by another team of two, leaving Jamie’s character to single-handedly defend a large fort in the middle of nowhere. “Oh my God, why do I play with you?”
Etta slumped against the couch and dropped the controller. “Because I paid for it.”
“I like that answer,” Varen’s voice said in their headset.
The only reason this gathering was possible was because she and girlfriend Nala were both home early on a Wednesday afternoon over on the west coast. Etta would never.
Come home early, that is. Apparently, everything Jamie ever heard about west coast people taking things easy was true.
“I should use it more often when I’m asked shit like that. ”
“Shut up,” Nala snapped. Jamie couldn’t see either of them, but she imagined them sitting on a couch somewhere in Portland, wearing jeans and hoodies, surrounded by dirty dishes or take-out boxes.
That was the kind of life Jamie romanticized when hanging out with her fiancée on a weeknight. “I made you dinner.”
“What does that have to do with anything? It was burnt, anyway…”
“Shut up!”
This whole night happened because Jamie found Nala online and asked if she wanted to play.
After hashing out that no, someone did not have to be a bridesmaid after all, Nala announced that her girlfriend wanted to play with them.
So happened that Etta was wandering out of her office and toward the den.
Etta was the worst gamer in the world, but Jamie would rather have her as a shitty gaming partner than some computer robot programmed by…
well, probably programmed by someone like Varen.
It was a good thing they all got along. Varen’s humor wasn’t as dry as Etta’s, but they had made each other laugh more than once – not counting the time Varen expressed incredible disbelief that Etta could be so bad by likening her to a chimp playing ping pong.
They were already slated to come to the wedding the following month, but if they hadn’t been, this night would have sealed the deal.
“Fuck me,” Jamie muttered. She couldn’t believe how bad Etta was sometimes.
“That could be arranged.” Etta patted her bare leg loudly, making sure the sound traveled across their mics. “Sounds like my kind of game.”
“Shut up!”
“Your woman’s a bad influence on mine, Ms. Lane.”
“Probably a good idea to keep them as far apart as possible, I agree with you. They’ll only inflate each other’s insubordination until you and I are in San Antonio getting drinks and wondering how we ended up there.”
“San Antonio?” Jamie was totally lost. “Please.”
They played another round, Jamie and Etta getting their asses kicked once more.
What else was new? Jamie may have known they didn’t stand a chance to win against seasoned pros like Varen and Nala, but she still liked the idea that they could have won, darn it.
Etta and I need to play more often. At some point, she has to get decent enough, right?
Probably not. Etta was a master of many things – business, innovation, fucking – but she was never going to be good at video games.
It was a miracle Jamie could even get her to play.
I should put my cat on the controller. She’d do a better job.
The loaf was currently on the adjacent chair, hanging over the edge with her stomach exposed to the air.
“Unfortunately, I have an early morning tomorrow,” Varen announced after their last round. “Got things to do before turning in.”
Jamie swore she heard “Like me!” in the distance.
After the other couple disconnected, Etta said, “They’re gonna do it.”
“Don’t sound so excited.”
“I’m not. They’re three-thousand miles away. In another time zone.”
“That freaks you out more than the distance, doesn’t it?”
“I’ll never get used to it.”
“Speaking of doing it.” Jamie tossed her controller and cuddled against Etta, so casual in her jeans and T-shirt. Ridiculous. “Someone owes me a round after last night.”
Etta didn’t say anything – she also didn’t stop Jamie from not-so-covertly going for her crotch. “I was too excited.”
“Don’t get me started. You owe me an orgasm, especially after that performance.”
“I don’t know if you mean the video game or the sex last night.”
“Pick. One.”
“Who was having sex last night?”
They both froze on the couch as Luna wandered in, carrying a binder full of God knew what. She nudged Barbarossa out of the way and took over her chair, the cat jerking awake as if to say, “Excuse me?”
Besides, Luna’s face said she knew who was having sex last night, and the last thing Jamie needed was to have that sort of discussion in front of Etta.
“I’d say use a condom, but I know what I’m dealing with here.”
“I’ve got some emails to fire back.” Etta jumped up, brushing her hand against the top of Jamie’s head before getting the hell out of there. Jamie sighed. No way was she getting nookie anytime soon. Probably not until bedtime, if Etta was still awake.
“She’s in a hurry, isn’t she?”
“Probably doesn’t want to talk about sex in front of you, Mom.”
“Why not? It’s a perfectly natural thing.”
Jamie was used to her mother’s inappropriate antics, but Etta was not.
I’d kill to see the color of her face right now.
Instead, Jamie had to put the games away and explain to her mother why, no, Etta probably didn’t want to talk about sex with her mother-in-law.
No, she didn’t care how cool Saul would be with it, wherever he was.
Oh, he was in the garden doing his nightly naked tai chi?
As long as he kept an eye out for poison ivy.
Jamie was out of the shower and in bed by the time Etta made her reappearance in their bedroom.
“Did I miss any great conversations with your mother?” she asked.
When Jamie shook her head, Etta hurried into bed, arms wrapping around her.
“I’ve got an early morning too, you know. Things I gotta do before bed.”
That got a grin out of her fiancée. “Like me?”
“Like you.”
She was beneath her without another word being spoken.
Etta was on the path to devouring her, mouth covering every inch of Jamie’s skin.
Hands grabbed her body and hips thrust against hers.
Jamie gave herself over so quickly that the world ceased to exist. All she wanted, all she cared about was Etta making love to her.
Hard, fast, slow, gentle… well, she would like hard and fast when they got down to it, but she would take anything…
especially after feeling how wet she already was for Jamie when her hand made its way to her jeans. Jeans!
“You’re so rugged in denim, Ms. Coleman,” Jamie purred, unzipping her pants and grabbing what was within. “I wanna see you in more.”
“That could be arranged in the future. Maybe I’ll start going home at three as well. Just to put on some jeans and turn you on. Shit.” Even Etta was surprised at how ready Jamie was to take on her pussy. “Get me out of these things. I have to fuck you. Now.”
Jamie loved a good quickie before bed, and Etta was good at those – always had been.
She never knew when it was coming, but one night Etta would go straight to sleep, and the next she would flip Jamie over, give her the best lay of her life for the next five minutes, and then finally relax before drifting off to sleep with Jamie in her arms.
This was a bit more intense than that. For one, Etta was flirtier as opposed to being a woman on a sexual mission.
She took a little time – but not too much – to make sure Jamie was ready before ripping off the last of her clothes and going for it, her hips finding easy access to her fiancée’s willing body.
Amazing how easily they fell into a gratifying rhythm.
It’s amazing because I can’t believe I got this ready this quickly.
Jamie’s legs were open wide, poking out from beneath the covers, toes curling in the cool air as Etta slammed her hips between them, a finger occasionally making a frisky appearance near Jamie’s clit.
It was rough. It was quick. It was the best damn thing in the world as Jamie’s body got more and more into it.
Etta may have been quick to get inside her, but she was taking her time in there.
Good. Jamie was owed that orgasm, after all.
“You feel so good,” Etta said, biting her ear in between words. Her hand strangled Jamie’s shoulder as her legs remained up and open. “It’s criminal how easily I come to you.”
“Go ahead and do it.” Jamie had enough sanity to urge her on. “Make me come.”
Etta kissed her, lips mauling hers, making love to hers, and damn well treating her to some powerful passion blossoming like buds between them.
“Fuck me, damnit!”
Just when Etta increased her intensity, their bedroom door swung open and admitted the last person in the universe either of them wanted to see.
“You know, I was thinking,” Luna began, suddenly at their bedside. “Wouldn’t it be nice if some of the girls back at the farm sent a unity quilt for the wedding? I can’t believe I only thought of it now…”
What?
What?
Etta was so far off Jamie, her naked body rolling in the covers as she nearly fell off the huge bed. Jamie, so beyond mortified that she was pretty sure this was worse than the time…
No, this was definitely worse. This was the worst… this was every daughter’s nightmare! Literally!
“Mom…” Jamie, legs still wide open and expectant beneath the covers, slowly drew the comforter up to cover her breasts popping out of her shirt. “What… what are you doing?”
“Oh! I’m sorry for interrupting!” Really? She only now noticed what they had been doing? “That was rude of me, wasn’t it? Never mind. About the unity quilt…”
What was she going on about? What was happening? Why was Jamie’s mother standing beside her bed, aware that she had walked in on them having sex and not… reacting? Was she as shocked? Or was she so far detached from reality by now that she didn’t care?
Etta, meanwhile, was so aghast that she was trapped between running for the bathroom and staying right there in hell. She would have run, but her nudity prevented that.
“Mom!”
Luna stopped blathering about quilts and candles. “Yes? Oh, you want me to leave.”
“Yeah!”
“All right, all right. No need to be so upset. I’m not mad, dear.”
“Maybe I am!”
“There’s no need for that either. I won’t tell your father.”
“Tell me what?”
Why? Why was Saul wandering in after his wife, dressed in nothing but boxers and eating an ice cream sandwich? Those things could not have been organic!
“What in the world is going on in…”
“Our daughter and her fiancée seem to be nudists as well.”
“Oh, my God,” Jamie muttered, her horror manifesting in her face. “Please don’t do this.”
“Were they…”
“Yes, Saul, our daughter has sex. Get over it.”
Saul’s frosty eyes went straight for Etta, who had managed to hold it together until now. “Are you telling me…”
“Would you two please leave?” Jamie was losing her dignity as the seconds went by. There were some things parents did not need to see!
Luna put her hand on her husband’s naked chest and acted as if this were the biggest non-issue on God’s good green Earth. “I’m sorry we interrupted you, honey. I’d be irritated, too.”
“Stop making it worse!”
But it could only get worse. It would always get worse. Because, in Jamie’s rising fury, she lost her grip on the covers and watched gravity pull them down to the floor. Not all the way, of course, but enough to give her parents a grand view of what she was marrying.
To her credit, Etta did not jump out the window. This was a woman who had stood in front of angry investors more times than she could count. So what if she was naked in front of her in-laws?
“Wow,” Luna said, her eyes conspicuously locked on poor Etta. There wasn’t enough time for her to cover up. “Good job, Jamie.”
If Etta had ever wondered what kind of house Jamie was raised in, she quickly found out. “Yeah, Mom, and if you don’t mind, I would like to keep it to myself.” She held up her hand. “Dad, could you please turn around?”
“Well, I support a healthy sex life for my daughter,” Luna said. “While not necessary to every relationship, a healthy sex life is…”
“GET OUT, MOM.”
Jamie remained staring straight ahead as Luna scuttled from the room, tittering in mischief and probably planning to tell all her friends back on the farm what kind of hot bod her daughter slept with. “Rich and gorgeous, girls! Praise be!”
“Who didn’t lock the door when she came in, Etta?”
“Can you please not? I’m busy dying over here.” Etta groaned. “Officially dead. I think your father’s gaze has prevented me from having another dirty thought for at least a year.”
“Oh, fuck no, you don’t get away with not getting me off tonight.”
“Even after that?”
Jamie pulled Etta down on top of her, already forgetting her meddling parents. “Get. In. My. Pussy.”
A woman had never looked so conflicted in her life.