The MakeUp Artist Internship

He's Sort Of Frail

"I hate to admit it," Charisse said, " but my sorority sisters watched '21 Jump Street' after meetings.   We were all about your dad's bulge."
"Really?  I never thought you would be in a sorority."
"That is how I learned to be a feminist, but then I think is how that bulge started you." I felt dirty.
"Ah.   I was in one because it was a small, commuter campus and I wanted friends."
"Hey, after the meeting, I promised Sylvia I would drop something off.  It will be just a few minutes.  Oh, and can I come up to YOUR room for once?"
"Meeting?"
"I am so sorry. Dinner, but I want to be in your room."
"It's kind of messy but okay.  Oh, and I start my period next week fyi."
"I don't want to have a baby with you now," she quipped. "I have my best male friend who is willing."
"No, it can get gross."
"Oh, okay.   I can finger you though.   With my last partner, she wore a tampon, so there isn't an excuse. I am good at pleasuring a woman with cramps,"
"Oh."

I sort of wanted one.   Babies are cute and I am 29. Next year is the big 3-O! I was thinking maybe with Scott. He was a cute, cute little boy. I had a crush on him.

"So, what was your last partner like?" I asked.
"She was and is very pretty.  Left me for a man though."
"Why.  You are very nice."
"Just don't cross me."
"She lives right here,". I told her.  She turned in the driveway.

"Her home is lovely.   Your mom makes some cash."
"She does. She has so many clients."
"She is good at what she does."

We walked in.  "I love this foyer, and is that you?"  She asked.  "So 1994 with the bow, but you have Johnny's eyes."
"I hope not. I am legally blind in one of them," Johnny said.  "Hello, you must be Charisse."
"I am," she said, her hand around my waist.  "It is a pleasure to meet you.   You two really shouldn't be allowed to mate.  Your girl is too beautiful."
"Hello, Charisse," my mom said.
"Hello, I love your home."
"Thank you.   Well come in, put your coats in the closet and have a seat.  I made my Chicken Divan.  Johnny helped."

Hannah was there with her boyfriend and we sat and talked.  She talked about her job at Monticello Financial and Rizwan was an engineer.   I was the legal office Administrative Assistant. It was a nice dinner, except for Charisse's hand was on my leg all of the time. I guess my mom and Charisse have a history. Before my mom became famous as an esthetician, Charisse was a Sophie and had a group of inspired women and my mom was one like me, one who she sort of wrote off. I would find that out.

"So, Amy, looks like you have done well for yourself," she said over dinner. "This Chicken Divan is almost as good as my mother's. She does have the one from the Waldorf."
"I use the same recipes," my mom quipped.
"I diced the chicken," Johnny said.
"Well it is divine," Charisse added.

She always has her hands on me. I noticed that when we went to her friends and when she was around her parent. We talk about everything under the sun and then Charisse says, "I really have to get going." Mom said, "Well if you are in a hurry I would be more than happy to drive Jade home." I was sort of waiting for her to make love to me, but thought it was odd mom would insist that. "We have a late meet for drinks and I will get her home. Thanks!" Mom looked a little hurt. I texted her. "Can we do lunch and talk?" I really didn't want to leave because I was enjoying talking to Johnny. I enjoyed him. They had an agreement that he would be home two weeks or more but would go home to check on things for a week and she would fly out for a weekend and then come home with him. He was really into my mom. You could tell.

"They are so in love. You can tell," Charisse said.
"Yeah. I am glad, as she has loved him for years."
"For sure. You can tell and he has his hand between her legs the whole time."
"Hey do it a lot. For older people. You were playing with my butt the whole time."
"Well,it is sexual magnetism and I saw that when I saw you. I had to have you come paint my house. It was your butt that turned me on. Your dad, though. He's a bit frail."
"He's tiny boned."
"Yeah. Your mom though. She really needs to consider a breast reduction and that eating two helpings of rich foods don't so her any favors at her age. Those are just, um, too big. She really needs to dress for her figure. Young and hip like you just does not work. I look classy. Your mom always has an air not as classy."
"That's my mom, and how do you know her?"
"Just Knew her in her twenties. Now, let's get to Sylvia's and to get up to your room where I can make love to you."

Sylvia's took forever. She was talking about art and this buy she was going to do. We didn't get to my house until eleven and I had to be up at four. She parked her Porsche and said, "You could have been more social at Sylvia's." I apologized. "Well, think of some interesting topics, not stupid ones like you talked about with your mom and Johnny and you will be fine. Now, let's go up to your room." I just wanted to go to bed. I was tired.

My roommates all worked so, we were quiet. "This house could use some work," she said. "We have to get permission." She said, "Phooey! Your roommates are just lazy!" We went up the steps to my room, the servant's quarters. I had a living room, a bed room, and a bathroom. We got to my place and she was kinder than I thought.
"It's cute," she said. "I love the writer's desk." I got it from an old lady I was a companion for. She had a pink trailer and she lived in a now abandoned court. I was a companion for old people in my church in the early 2010's. I met Paul in 2014. "The couch is cute, too," she quipped. In the bathroom she said, "You are a bit of a Messy Bessy." I nodded. "NOW, this is what I have been waiting for," she said kissing me. She took off of my top and played with my breasts. "I thought of this all day," she said. She took off my pants and I took off her top. No bra. She then laid me down. "You need to groom," she said. I nodded. What could I have said? She began to lick up and down and flicker inside of me. She then said, "You sort of smell like coney dogs." I went to lunch there. "You need to work on your hygiene." She went back to work and I grabbed the pillow and rode it out. She kissed me. I went down on her and she came and then asked if I had a dildo. I got out my clear one. She made love to me with it and I came again, squirting all over the bed. "Now, go to sleep my little one," she said.

    I was going to have a lot of sleepless nights. She stayed over until I had to get to the gym.