Within a mere five minutes they had left midtown and were crossing the American River. Carolyn swooped down Fair Oaks Boulevard, headed for fast-food row. “Where do you want to go?”
“How about the Colonel?”
“You got it.” She swore as a car cut her off, making her slow down and subsequently miss the longest light in Sacramento County. As they coasted to a stop, she ran her fingers through her hair. Any semblance of style had been ruined by the wind. “This is just like old times.”
“No, it’s not.”
Alison’s tone was so serious that Carolyn looked at her in surprise. Alison was pale underneath her healthy tan. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s not like old times.” She was shaking her head. “Oh shit. I thought I could do this.”
“Do what?”
“Be friends.” There was a trace of a smile on Alison’s face. Her eyes were huge and Carolyn found herself getting lost in them.
“Don’t say that,” Carolyn whispered. “Why can’t we go on being friends? Ally, don’t ruin it.”
“I can’t help it.” Alison was staring dully ahead of her, then she suddenly slammed her fist on the dash. “God damn it, how can I possibly be friends with you,” she shouted, “when I’m in love with you!”
Carolyn’s foot slipped off the clutch. The car jumped, then stalled. She got the Mustang started and then said, as casually as she could manage, “What about Sam?”
“Sam’s history. I’ve been in love with you for ages.”
Carolyn looked around. The corner of Fair Oaks Boulevard and Howe Avenue. Henceforth a sacred site. Her lips curved in a faint smile that grew. “Yeeee-hah,” she said quietly to Alison.
“What about Nick?” Alison’s dazed expression hadn’t changed.
Carolyn stared past Alison at the middle-aged man and woman who were listening to their entire conversation from the safety of their Fairmount. She grinned at the woman and inclined her head at Alison. “She’s in love with me.”
“But what about Nick,” the woman asked, dead serious.
Carolyn fought back a bubble of laughter. “Nick’s history.”
“Oh good,” the woman said. The light turned green. The man at the wheel of the Fairmount gave Carolyn a wild-eyed look and floored it. The Mustang pulled out more sedately.
Carolyn turned into the drive-thru lane of the Kentucky Fried Chicken. She turned to Alison. “What would you like, darling?”
Alison blinked at her. “Just like that? I say I love you and you start calling me darling? It was that easy?” Alison shook her head. “That’s all I ever had to do? Don’t you realize what it means?”
“It means I’m permanently entitled to half your Sara Lee cheesecake forever.”
“You sure do make a woman wait,” Alison said slowly. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for ages. Maybe from the first moment I saw you.”
“Sweet talker,” Carolyn said. There was no moonlight or roses, no candlelight or violins. Just the smell of fast food and the drone of traffic. Ah, bliss.
“Are you ready to order?”The speaker finally came to life.
Carolyn opened her mouth to give their usual order when she felt Alison’s hands on her shirt. She squawked.
“What was that,”an impatient voice demanded from the speaker.
“A shake,” Carolyn said. Alison’s hands were followed by her mouth. “Stop that… Ally, not with the top down.”
“We don’t make shakes.”
“Sorry. Uh, I want a nine-piece bucket.”
“What kind of pieces?”
Alison’s lips captured one nipple through the fabric of Carolyn’s clothing. “Breasts.”
“All breasts?”
“Yes, oh yes,” Carolyn groaned. Alison’s hand was at the seam where Carolyn’s slacks met between her legs. “Okay, some thighs and legs, too.”
“Mashed potatoes and gravy?”
Alison’s head dropped to where her hand was pressing into Carolyn. Her teeth nibbled at the seam.
“Both,” Carolyn gasped.
“Cole slaw?”
Carolyn held Alison’s head against her body. Her legs were opening involuntarily and her foot was threatening to slip off the brake. “Oh yes.” She took the car out of drive. “You have to stop. I’m going to lose total control. Someone is going to see us.”
“What? Did you want something else?”
“I want to go down on you so badly,” Alison said with a groaning gasp.
“Come again?”
“Oh God,” Carolyn moaned. “Uh, that’s all.”
“Drive forward,”the voice snapped.
“Alison, I have to drive the car,” Carolyn said. She could hardly make her legs obey her.
Alison retreated to the other side of the car. Her smile was part self-confident seductress and part child who had just blown out all the candles on her birthday cake. “I have so many fantasies.” She looked Carolyn up and down. “In another one you’re not wearing pants.”
Carolyn shivered and misaligned the car with the drive-thru window, something she had never done before. She backed up, missed again because her foot slipped on the brake, and then inched forward until she could see the woman behind the window. She took the red-and-white striped containers and passed them to Alison, handed over the money and drove away as quickly as she could. She had the sneaking suspicion the drive-thru clerk had seen Alison’s antics. Oh well—it was hardly illegal. Her stomach growled again as the aroma of food hit her. She glanced at Alison…she was simultaneously hungry for two very different things. “Why does stuff so bad for me smell so good? I’m starved.”
“Here,” Alison said. She broke off a hunk of biscuit and pushed it into Carolyn’s mouth. “Eat asmuch of this as you can.”
“What are you…doing,” Carolyn said between swallows.
“I don’t intend to give you any time to eat food when we get home so this will have to do. I need to build up your strength.” She took a bite out of a chicken leg then held it in front of Carolyn’s mouth. “Bite.”
By the time they pulled into her garage, she was partially sated. The food part. Alison pushed the button on the garage door remote and the door closed.
“Why did you do that? Now I can’t see a thing,” Carolyn said.
“Who cares?” Cardboard crunched and bags crumpled as Alison lunged across the bucket seats toward Carolyn.
Their bodies collided, their lips collided. Their breasts—and with a complete disregard for comfort—hips and crotches collided. Carolyn didn’t know which way was up. She didn’t care. Alison straddled her, managed to find the seat release and suddenly the seat plummeted backward. She fell back and Alison fell on top of her. Now they were getting somewhere.
“I’ve been wanting to make out with you in this car since college. Since college, do you hear me?” Alison, busy with Carolyn’s shirt buttons, paused.
“I hear you. Don’t stop. Talk and unbutton at the same time.”
Alison giggled. At the first touch of her fingers on Carolyn’s bare skin she gasped. Her voice was soft and uncertain. “I’ve wanted to touch you like this for such a long, long time.”
Carolyn’s laughter, fueled by the ringing joy she felt, died in her throat. She pulled Alison down to her and their bodies collided more gently this time, leaving Carolyn weak with heat and want. She couldn’t help but compare the softness of Alison’s lips to Nick’s. Alison moaned and Carolyn had a sudden sense of vertigo. She clung to Alison as Alison spread her body over Carolyn. She did not think of Nick again.
Soft sweetness searched her mouth. Hands stroked her cheeks, her hair. Lips moved to her chin, her throat, her shoulders, then captured her bare breast; it ached in the sudden warmth and tenderness of Alison’s mouth.
She ached to touch Alison, too, to give Alison every pleasure imaginable, to show Alison that she loved her. But her fingers fumbled with the tiny pearl buttons that went down the back of Alison’s shirt. They’d be here all night.
“Bad choice on my part,” Alison said. She sat upright and reached over her head. There was the sound of rending fabric and buttons bouncing onto the dashboard and against the steering wheel. “We’ll be finding buttons for years.”
“Umm-hmm,” was all Carolyn could manage. She pulled Alison down to her again, shuddering as her arms filled with the weight of Alison’s body. She could feel Alison’s leg between hers. She explored Alison’s back with her hands. “Don’t you think we should go inside?”
“Probably.” Alison’s lips nibbled at Carolyn’s chin. Then her throat.
“Kiss me,” Carolyn whispered. “Please.”
As their lips met the horn went off.
“Sorry,” Alison said. “Maybe we should move inside.”
“We could just move into the back seat. It’ll be just like we were in college and hadn’t wasted all these years.”
“Oh my,” Alison said. “Are you going to make all my fantasies come true? And will we still be friends?”
“Besty friends,” Carolyn said. “So move on back here, besty friend.”
They scrambled to the back, losing the rest of their clothing as they went. When Alison stretched out again over her, Carolyn shuddered at the shocking delight of Alison’s naked body. “Is this happening?”
“Yes,” Alison whispered in her ear. “And now I’m going to make love to you until you faint.”
“No more joking,” Carolyn said. She was aching in new places, in new ways.
“I’m not joking,” Alison said. Her intensity caused a wave of goose pimples to break out all over Carolyn’s body. Alison’s mouth, warm and electric, found Carolyn’s chin, then her throat, then her shoulders.
Carolyn went rigid at the warmth of Alison’s breath whispering across her aching breasts—then moist softness, a soft touch of tongue, divine and sweet. She shut her eyes as the rest of her opened—she had no choice. She couldn’t stop herself from showing how much she wanted and how little she could hold back.
Suddenly Alison stretched away from her. The car door opened and the dash board light illuminated them. Alison was so beautiful, so incredibly sensuous.
“I want to see you,” Alison said. Her mouth returned to Carolyn’s breasts, teasing the ache, making it worse, then soothing, pleasing, teasing again.
Carolyn ground her hips against Alison. “I knew, I knew you would touch me like this. I knew you would know.” Carolyn opened her eyes only to lose herself in the depths of Alison’s obsidian gaze. Alison never blinked as her hand moved slowly between Carolyn’s inviting legs. The depth of her emotion was betrayed by an indrawn gasp, by her teeth catching her lower lip as Carolyn stiffened, driving herself toward Alison’s possessing fingers. Alison’s eyes shone with fierce pleasure.
Carolyn gave way to the magic that carried her away yet held her fast against Alison’s heaving body.
***
They finally went inside, but made it no farther than the hallway. Carolyn stumbled, Alison grabbed her and they fell in delightful unison, Alison on the bottom. Alison’s mouth had never seemed so full. It begged to be kissed, softly and then more intensely. Finally, Alison broke away from Carolyn’s demanding mouth and placed her hands on her shoulders. “Please,” she said in a soft, needing voice Carolyn had never thought she would hear. Alison the competent, the strong, the incredibly powerful—Alison needed her. A flash of something almost spiritual left Carolyn exalted, and she kissed the softness of Alison’s thighs.
Nectar and honey on her chin. Such succulence, to enjoy it so, to feel so joined, intimate, with passion and ecstasy filling her mouth. Alison was holding her head, her voice calling, urging. Carolyn drank her deeply, making quiet noises at the back of her throat, not whimpers, not moans, but quiet sounds that said yes and oh and wonderful and I’m coming, so quietly that only another making those sounds can hear. Sounds only for Alison, touches only for Alison, music only for Alison.
Once was not enough for anything. Twice was not enough either.
***
Alison cradled the exhausted Carolyn in her arms. She smiled. “Let’s move to the bed,” she said.
Carolyn groaned. “Alison, the chicken’s getting cold.”
Alison let a laugh of sheer joy bubble out of her. “It was stone cold an hour ago. I kicked over the gravy anyway.” She swallowed, not believing her every dream had come true.
Alison let Carolyn sleep when they finally reached the bed. She watched Carolyn’s face fall into innocent, peaceful lines and resisted the urge to kiss the corner of Carolyn’s adorable mouth. Eventually she slept too, knowing she had to go to sleep in order to wake up next to Carolyn. Then she would be able to cross one more fantasy off the list. Considering how long she had fantasized about being with Carolyn it was probably going to take fifty years before all of them were realized. Alison was looking forward to every moment.