My Boyfriend's Mother

5: Kitchen

"You think he'll snatch the best-sex-of-your-life, award?" Mickey asked. "What?" I turned to her as if she just said the most ridiculous thing. Because she did. "The one time you had lesbian sex. From what I can remember you said, and I quote "The Best Sex I've Ever Fucking Had." I shushed her. "Okay, you need to lower your godamn voice. And I did not say that." She looked at me unimpressed. "Alright.. it was the best sex I've ever had." I finally gave in and a slow smile formed from my lips. "I mean, three orgasms in one night, Grace." She whispered. Thank God she whispered. I let my mind float to the third orgasm of that night. Elena kisses me with a sexy smile on her face. How can a smile be sexy? "I think it's time to meet him, don't you think?" She stood up and I was left on the bed. Perplexed at her words. "I'm sorry, who?" I pushed myself up unto my elbows to look at her. All naked and sexy making her way to the back of the door for a red velvet robe. Which she effortlessly put on. The sight alone caught my breath. Can this woman wear anything without looking sexy? She held out her hand to me which I took. She leaned in for another kiss. Without even knowing, I myself was draped in a sky blue robe. "My dog. That is what you came here for, right?"

Once in the kitchen, Elena walked through a small door and opened it. A black dachshund burst into the kitchen with lightning speed. "Grace, this is my dog, Elvis." I knelt down. He first said hello to his mistress, then turned his attention to me. Knocking me completely on the floor as I receive doggy kisses. I laughed. "Wow! He's not as every bit as friendly, is he?" I said as I remained down. Scratching Elvis behind his ears.

Elena didn't seem to hear what I said. "Is it wrong that I'm totally aroused by that?" She said almost to herself. She studied me. And that's when I realized, the robe has parted due to our commotion. Her eyes shifted from playful to lust in mere seconds. She picked me up from the floor and set me down nice and gently on her marbled counter. She caught my mouth and my arms automatically wrapped around her neck to sink in deeper. All parts of me vibrated. I slowly pulled Elena closer to me by the belt of her robe as she settles between my legs. She placed her palm on my shoulder and the sleeve of the robe slid down my arms. On the kitchen counter people, come on!

"Hello? Earth to Grace?" Micky, once again saving me from my mad thoughts. I smiled flatly and reached out to drink my iced water. "Where were you just now? You were thinking about that night, weren't you?" Mickey shook her finger at me. "No, I wasn't. And stop that."

"Yes, you are. Look at you. All flushed like a tomato. It's your gayness written all over your face." That did it. "Michaela." I set my drink down. "I am not gay. It was one night. More like an experiment, really. And while it was fun. Okay..Hot. I can guarantee you, it will never. Ever. Happen again." I stare down at her. "Whatever you say, Grace. Whatever you say."