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Late Afternoon with Eri
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Late Afternoon with Eri
I was standing over the table in the kitchen, slicing tomatos for fajitas
while Kevin and Alex talked and cooked by the stove. The front screen
door squeaked open and slammed shut. I put down the knife and started
out the kitchen to the living room to see who had come in. I met Eri
in the hallway, slipping her raybans up onto the top of her head. She
had her purse tucked under one arm. Her car keys were still in her hand.
She didn't say anything, she just stepped around me and kept going
down the hallway. To my room. I followed her.
I turned the corner and walked into my room just as she was opening
my closet. Her bag and keys were on the bed.
I stood just in the doorway, blinking. "Uh, Eri, can I help you? I
didn't hear you knock; we're all making dinner in the kitchen. It's
chicken fajitas, if you want to stay..."
Eri didn't look at me. She started pulling out skirts, dresses,
tossing them onto my bed. She was humming to herself as she pulled
hanger after hanger out of the closet.
I moved to stand between her and the bed. "Eri, please stop pulling
all my clothes out. Is there something you want?"
She paused, a short black a-line skirt in her hands. "Nan, you sound
like fucking Miss Sally on Romper Room these days. Does this fit you?
I need something to where to Harry Connick. Have you got a nice shirt
to go with this? When'd you last do laundry? I can wash something, if
it's dirty..."
Lack of food, I guess. My mind was grinding slowing through this. Harry
Connick. Jr. Concert. "Oh, yeeahhhhh! With Scott. Eri, I *made* you
a dress for that! Last week. Isn't that what the green velvet is for?"
I looked at her eyes and tried to pull the skirt out of her hands.
"I took that dress to the city, showed it to Scott's mother. She's
a professional, you know. She says that with my bigger shape, I
shouldn't wear fitted things like that. It makes me look fat. She's
making me a nice jacket and stuff. She's a pro. Anway, Nan, the
dress looks like...well, it does't fit. I'm not going to wear it.
Just find me something you've got that'll fit me, and I'll take that."
She smiled at me slightly and pulled the skirt back, not-quite-gently.
I stood there, gaping, working my way through the words again, in
case I had missed something. Eri started flipping all the clothes
on the bed back and forth, looking for matching stuff. Alex popped
his head in the doorway and made a little mock-suprise face when
he saw Eri.
"Love goddess!" he said, smiling. "What's up, cutie?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "Eri is trying to find something to wear to
her concert. With Scott."
"Uh, you already made her that goddess dress....."
I smiled slightly at him and gave him my best Romper Room voice. "*Eri*
feels the dress makes her look fat. Scott's mother, who is a *professional*
told her so. She's looking for something else." I smiled again, that
tight smile Alex knows too well to trust. He looked over at Eri, still
playing match up, then back to me.
"Oh" he said, and then backed out of the room and shut the door. Alex has
lived with me long enough to know when to clear out of the blast radius.
I turned back to Eri. "Put the fucking clothes down, Eri. You've
borrowed enough for now. I made you a dress. You can wear that. I
worked for a long time on it, it suits you, it's just what you said
you wanted. Scott's mother doesn't know shit."
That stopped her in her tracks. She adjusted her sunglasses and gave
me a who-the-fuck-are-you-bitch look.
"I'm being nice to you, Nan. You made the dress not fit me on purpose,
so you'd look better. You're such a bitch that way. And yah, I bet you
expect me to where it. You don't want anyone to get laid but yourself.
You want Scott to think I'm a fat cow so you can feel smug. If you ask
me, you *owe* me money, Nan. I paid for that material for you to make
your dress, so you'd make me mine. And yours fits perfectly and mine
a rag. I'm being nice. I'm just going to borrow something else to
wear."
She gave me a too-smug look and started to turn back to the clothes.
I was on her before she could figure out what was going on. I hit her
with my full weight, pushing her onto the bed. She fell back and I
was on top of her, in one smooth move. I put my face into hers. I
wasn't smiling.
"Fuck you," I said softly, clearly. "Eri, fuck you to hell. I can't
please you. You want to see a fat pig, that's what you're going to see.
I worked myself sick last week making that dress for you. It fits
almost perfectly. It's a good color for you. Besides," I whispered,
my mouth close up to her ear, "he'll fuck you no matter what you're
wearing. And we both know that's all you want."
I pushed my self up onto one elbow. Her nipples were hard. I pinched
one, rolled it between my fingers. She bit her lip.
"You don't tell him, do you, hmm? I mean, he knows you "were" bi,
but you don't tell him that you're seeing me, do you?"
Eri nodded. I pinched her nipple harder.
"That is *so* fucked up. Everyone here *knows*, Eri. They know what
I'm doing right now. And you, you lived with a damned dyke, you
were *out*. And now you're playing like that's all in your naughty
past. Just to make the boy feel good so his dick will stay hard,
right?"
She didn't respond to that, but her face got a little more flushed.
I have to give her credit, though; her eyes were still open, watching
me.
"Fine," I said, sliding my body down hers. In the fall onto the bed,
her skirt had ridden up just a bit. My skirt. More of my clothes she'd
borrowed. I pushed it up. No panties.
Without further comment, I bit into her thigh. She didn't scream. I
sucked on the bite for about 15 seconds, and then pulled back to look.
A nice dark purple-blue mark had formed. I leaned over and bit her
again, sucked, checked. Not dark enough. More sucking. When that mark
was sufficiently dark, I started on the next one. I kept that up for
most of 5 minutes, feeling her smooth, impossibly soft skin slide
under my tongue each time, the taste sweet, musky, every so slightly
salty. She moved a little, but she didn't make any noise. We both
knew Kevin and Alex were on the other side of the wall, finishing
dinner.
I finished up and sat up to look at the marks. There were a dozen,
at least, scattered across both thighs. I brushed my hand across
them, half expecting them to feel different somehow. As my hand
move from one thigh to the other, it slid across her cunt lips.
Wet. I looked up at her and smiled slighty. I leaned back down.
She started trying to get away from me as soon as my lips touched
the wetness. "Nan, stop it!" she whined, soft and high. "That's nasty.
You don't want to do that, baby." Her voice was starting to take
this motherly tone, maybe. Or maybe she just sounded like a whore,
coming down and trying to get a trick to go over the edge so she
could get up and go score.
"Nan, I haven't washed today...that's nasty...don't do that! You
let me...why don't you stop and I can do this to you? I'm so good
at it, I'll make you come, we'll forget this other stuff...Nan,
Nan, do-on't..."
I bit her clit and sat up. "God, that's sick, Eri."
She closed her eyes.
"Fine. You don't want me to lick you. Fine. You can just come
for me yourself." My tone was cool, but firm.
She opened her eyes.
"Eri, I mean it. Take your hand. Rub yourself. Come. Now.
Or do you not want to?"
Eri looked up at me. I didn't move. Her hand slipped down to her
cunt. She paused to look at me again. Then she started rubbing
her clit. I smiled.
She kept it up. I looked down at her hand twice, but mostly my
eyes were locked on hers. I watched each sensation, each twinge
play across her face. Tears started to roll down her temples from
the corners of her eyes.
"You don't have to do this, Eri. you can get up and leave, if
you want."
She didn't pause a beat, even with the tears forming wet spots
on the bed next to her face. I reached out and pinched her left
nipple, and she came. It was beautiful, of course, but no more
magnificent than any other look of bliss that has ever crossed any
other woman's face as she came.
It was the first time I'd ever seen that look on Eri's face.
I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, tasting the
beads of sweat that had collected there. As I sat up, I smoothed
the skirt she was wearing back down over her legs.
I stood up. "Those marks will give Scott something to think
about tomorrow after the concert. Don't lie to him this time,
Eri."
She nodded.
"Now, rest for a second," I said, moving to the door. "And then
get the hell out of my house."
I turned my back and headed for the kitchen. Kevin and Alex
were already at the table, eating. I slipped into a chair.
As I started fixing my plate, the front door creaked open
and slammed shut. Kevin looked from Alex to me to the doorway
and back again, confused.
Alex smiled. "Eri was just leaving, wasn't she, Nan?"
I nodded as I leaned over the plate, holding a fajita with both
hands. "Yah, she came over to borrow something to wear...."
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