Olivia

Chapter 14

Olivia comes back after about an hour, and I am mopping the living room floor. I can see she is fresh out of the shower and chewing her ever-famous gum. She enters the room and goes straight to the stereo. A techno beat comes on, and she grabs me by the hand, wanting me to dance with her. I try to pull my hand away, but that only makes us achieve a somewhat tango move to this techno beat. I can't help but laugh. She is dancing all over the room, pulling, and twirling me at whim. She has me giddy, and she, no doubt, is having fun doing so.

As the beat ends, she spins me away from her, but then back in. We end up being chest to chest. Yes, during this dance , I felt her hands at my waist, on my lower back, and in my hands, but our bodies were never pressed together quite like this.

Both of our chests are heaving from the dancing we were doing. She doesn't let go of me, and I feel like I'm in a trap. She has our arms at a weird angle, causing me to stay in place. Her eyes are looking directly into mine, and I feel them again; butterflies. She causes my whole being to feel different. I don't know where this is coming from. I have never been sexually attracted to another female before. She holds me in place, and our bodies are touching. Her eyes, slowly, move from my eyes down to my lips. She licks her lips in the sexiest manner I have ever seen. I know she must be feeling some type of way to do that. I try not to look at her lips, but it is hard. She brings her face closer to mine, I'm thinking she might kiss me.

Just short of my lips, she whispers, "let me paint you."

The first thing that hits my senses is her breath. Cherry. I wonder what her lips tast-

In one swift move, I untangle my body from hers. I refuse to let my mind travel there. I am a married woman. I move towards the stereo and turn it off.

"No more dancing while working."

"Now I know you enjoyed that."

I turn to hide my smile.

"I saw that, Simone."

Damn it!

I ignore her and resume cleaning. She is right there giving me a helping hand.
My mind keeps straying back to her words. She wants to paint me. This is the second time she has said that to me. I can't even respond to her. I don't know how to.