Relative-ly Speaking

by Karen D. Badger

  Billie scrambled to her knees and made her way to the edge of the bed, sitting with her legs over the side. It was evident to Cat that Billie was making an effort to control herself. Billie was not very good at waiting games, especially when her level of frustration was so near the breaking point as it was right now.

  Cat knew she had limited time and space to push Billie before she simply lost control. Walking over to the dresser, she searched through the CD's stacked there, until she found the one she wanted. Slipping it in to the stereo, she selected the desired track, and then turned to face Billie.

  Strong bass and a steady drum beat vibrated from the speakers as Cat began to gyrate her hips in time to the music, arms out to the sides, and a seductive look on her face. Billie sat there mesmerized by Cat's beauty, grinning ear to ear and licking her lips as she watched Cat's hips sway back and forth.

  Cat was wearing a button-down baseball jersey that came to mid-calf, the first two buttons left casually undone, exposing some of the supple fresh beneath. As she danced, her hands roamed up and down her body, cupping her own breasts and thrusting them toward Billie, just out of reach. Billie growled in frustration as Cat slipped away from her.

  "Patience, my love. They will be yours soon enough," Cat said from a safe distance. Billie narrowed her eyes at Cat.

  One by one, the buttons on the front of the jersey were undone. Cat made a point of holding the material together in the front as she undid each button, not exposing too much to her overheated wife.

  "Cat, take it off," Billie said in a restrained voice as she grasped the sheets with her hands, obviously struggling to stay seated on the bed.

  Cat grinned at the request and turned her back to Billie while continuing to sway her hips seductively to the music. Opening the jersey, she held the two sides out and pressed her backside toward Billie, wiggling it slightly. She heard Billie's sharp intake of breath as she gasped at the blatant teasing.

  "Cat, you are in so much trouble," Billie warned.

  Cat looked over her shoulder. "Promise?" she asked, as she slipped the jersey part way down her back and pulled the front together again, just above her breasts while leaving her upper back and shoulders bare. Turning around to face Billie, she put on her best innocent little girl face and took a step forward.

  Billie reached out and grabbed her before Cat could take a step back, forcing her to stand in the space between her legs. She wrapped her arms around Cat's waist and buried her face in Cat's cleavage.

  "God, Cat. Why are you teasing me so? " Billie exclaimed into Cat's chest.

  Cat's body shuddered in reaction to the sensual onslaught.

  Billie grabbed the two sides of Cat's jersey and roughly tore them from Cat's grasp, pushing the material down the length of Cat's arms, and allowing it to fall to the floor around her feet.

  Cat stood there, exposed, wearing delicately laced panties, and very erect nipples. Cat looked at Billie with half-closed hooded eyelids, eyes smoky with desire. Her tongue flicked its way across her lips.

  Billie was beyond her limits of control. Thrusting herself forward and pulling Cat toward her at the same time, she took in turn, first one, and then the other of Cat's nipples into her mouth, running her tongue around the erect buds, flicking them with her tongue, nipping at them gently with her teeth, each move causing a shudder of desire to pass through Cat's body as she moaned her pleasure.

  The fire in Cat's abdomen was too much for her to control. Running her hands through Billie's hair, she grasped a handful on each side of her head and pulled her closer.

  Cat was out of her mind with desire. She was already on the edge of orgasm, and Billie had hardly touched her yet.

  Billie moved her caresses from Cat's breasts to the sensitive skin covering her stomach, working her way downward, running her tongue over the well-sculptured abs.

  Cat's sharp intake of breath as each new area was explored, was testimony to the effectiveness of Billie's attack.

  Billie slid her tongue into Cat's navel as she pushed the lace panties down Cat's legs to join the jersey on the floor.

  Cat instinctively spread her legs to allow Billie access to the treasure between them. While still invading Cat's navel with her tongue, Billie's hands reached behind to cup Cat's bottom and pull her close, squeezing the supple flesh until Cat moaned her frustration.

  "Billie, I'm sorry, I'll never tease you again, just please, take me now! Please, I need you," Cat begged as she faced her seated wife, hands on Billie's shoulders for support.

  "Oh, but you will tease me again, my love. I insist. I'm counting on it. Promise you will," Billie demanded, her hand cupping Cat's womanhood.

  "Yes, Billie, yes, I promise," she cried as Billie invaded her being.

  "Ah, God, yes!" Cat cried out. "Harder, please," she added, causing Billie to increase the force of the upward thrusts as Cat rode the wave of desire.

  With her free hand, Billie reached up and grasped Cat's breast, drawing it toward her mouth and taking the erect bud between her teeth. The overwhelming sensations caused by Billie mouth and hand pushed Cat rapidly and forcefully over the edge of oblivion as wave after wave of orgasmic relief flooded her body, causing her to convulse uncontrollably. If it wasn't for her firm hold on Billie's shoulders, Cat would have easily melted into a puddle of desire on the floor at Billie's feet.

  Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Cat collapsed into Billie's arms, straddling her lap and resting her head on Billie's shoulder.

  Billie sat there, holding her precious cargo, rubbing her hand across Cat's back, and whispering soothing words of love into her ear. "I've got you, baby. I've got you."

  After several moments, Cat lifted her head from Billie's shoulder and looked her in the eye. "I love you," was all she said, before lowering her mouth to claim Billie's lips.

  Moving to Billie's jaw, Cat placed delicate kisses from her chin to ear, nipping at the lobe and causing Billie's hands to tighten their hold.

  Cat moved to Billie's neck, leaving a trail of marks that would surely bruise. Billie threw her head back to allow Cat better access to her neck and throat.

  "God, Cat, that feels so good," she exclaimed as Cat twirled her tongue around the hollow at the base of Billie's neck where her collarbones met. Reaching under Billie's nightshirt, Cat slid it upward and pushed the shirt over Billie's head and arms.

  Billie reached behind herself and braced both her hands on the bed, supporting her upper body as Cat climbed off her lap and knelt on the floor between her legs. She watched Cat intently, her eyes wide with desire, her breathing deep and ragged, as the Cat explored her breasts, reaching out to touch and caress, squeeze and kiss each one. Cat looked up to meet Billie's eyes as she took a breast in each hand.

  "They are so perfect, and so beautiful," Cat said, "just like you," she added before taking one erect nipple in her mouth.

  Billie threw her head back once more, arms straining to support her upper body, her long hair nearly reaching the bed as she moaned out her desire. "Oh, my God, Cat! More. Please. That feels so good!"

  Cat was more than happy to oblige as she greedily devoured Billie's breasts, alternately sucking, nipping and caressing each one.

  Billie's body soon turned traitorous, her hips bucking upwards at Cat of their own volition. Sensing her need, Cat started working her way down Billie's torso, nipping and kissing the tender skin along the way. Cat too, stopped at Billie's navel and took her time investigating the crevice with her tongue.

  "Cat," Billie said urgently as she reached around with one hand to push Cat lower.

  Cat took Billie's hand and placed it back on the bed. "Patience, my love. I will release you, sweetheart, I promise," she said softly.

  Billie locked eyes with her, pleas of urgency issued through the silent communication as Cat sat back on her heels and started orally caressing the skin on the inside of Billie's thighs. Billie's muscles quivered at the contact as Cat's tongue explored the soft sensitive skin high on Bill
ie's thigh.

  "Cat, please," Billie pleaded .

  Cat rose back to her knees and leaned in behind Billie to grasp the waistband of her panties, pulling them off her hips and down her legs and discarding them in the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Leaning back in, she whispered huskily, "Spread you legs for me, sweetheart."

  Billie's eyes flew open at the sensual command, spreading her legs wide for her lover.

  Cat feasted hungrily, running her tongue over and between the folds of Billie's womanhood. Billie moaned and called out to a variety of gods as Cat captured the swollen pleasure point and drew it into her mouth, biting gently, then flicking it repeatedly with her tongue.

  Suddenly, and without warning, Cat drove three fingers deep into Billie, causing her hips to come completely off the bed as her body surrendered to the orgasmic explosion erupting through her.

  After several long moments, the convulsions lessened in severity and number.

  Cat, very pleased with herself for bringing such pleasure to the woman she loved, rose to her feet and slowly crawled up the length of Billie's body, until she was lying completely on top of the semi-comatose woman.

  "I love you," they said at the same exact moment, eliciting chuckles from both of them.

  CHAPTER 3

  The week passed quickly. As the weekend neared, Cat and Billie made last minute checks to their lists to be sure they had everything. Cat supervised packing the children's clothes, while Billie packed clothes for her and Cat. The kids were put in charge of individual items that they wanted to bring as carry-on luggage. These included Seth's I-Pod and wrestling magazines, Tara's DS and Goosebump books, and Skylar's coloring books, crayons, and Petey. Last, but not least, Cat took special care to pack their meds, including Skylar's oral chemo pills, and Billie's epilepsy medication. Finally, everything was packed and sitting by the back door, ready to load into the car the next morning.

  That evening, they assembled in front of the TV in the family room to watch a movie and munch on buttered popcorn. Partway into the movie, they heard footsteps descend the cellar stairs.

  "Hey, is anyone home?"

  "We're down here, Jen. Come join us," Cat said over her shoulder.

  Jen approached the family, noting the three children lying on the floor in front of the TV, all in a row, a bowl of popcorn in front of them, while Cat and Billie snuggled on the couch. Making her way over to the family, she squeezed in to sit between the two women, taking their bowl of popcorn from them, and holding it on her lap for all to share.

  Cat and Billie looked at each other behind Jen's head and smiled at their neighbor's boldness.

  "Make yourself at home, Jen," Billie said nonchalantly.

  "Don't mind if I do, big guy," Jen said, shoving a handful of popcorn into her mouth. "Hey, this is good," she added.

  Cat and Billie both squeezed in a little closer to Jen so that all three women cuddled together. Instead of intimidating Jen they way they thought they would with their shift in position, she just smiled and said, "This is cozy. We need to do this more often."

  Cat and Billie rolled their eyes at each other.

  "I'm gonna miss you guys," Jen said, looking back and forth between her friends.

  "We'll only be gone for a week," Cat said.

  "Yeah, a week longer than I'd like you to be," Jen replied.

  "Stop being such a baby," Billie teased.

  "I can't help it. I'm afraid you'll get on that plane and you won't come back. A lot could go wrong, you know," Jen said worriedly.

  "Now you sound like my brother-in-law. He's a real wuss about flying too," commented Cat.

  "I'm not a wuss," Jen countered.

  "Jen's a wuss, Jen's a wuss," Billie teased repeatedly.

  "I am not a wuss!" Jen exclaimed a little louder.

  "Yes you are," said Billie.

  "No, I'm not!" answered Jen.

  "Enough!" yelled Cat. "Both of you. That's quite enough. Geesh!"

  Jen and Billie looked at each other coyly before Jen leaned over and bumped Billie's shoulder with her own. "Sorry, big guy," she said.

  "Ditto, shit head," said Billie.

  Jen's eyes flew open wide. "Shit head? Shit head!? I'll show you who the shit head is!" Jen said, pouncing on Billie.

  Soon, the two women were on the floor, arms and legs tangled as they rolled around, each trying to gain the upper hand. Cat remained sitting on the couch, shaking her head side to side as the children retreated to the edges of the rug, giving the two women ample room to wrestle.

  "Mom, put a sleeper hold on her," Seth cheered.

  The girls jumped up and down, clapping their hands and laughing as they watched their mother roll around the rug with their neighbor.

  "Jennifer Swenson, hold still!" Billie demanded as she struggled to pin Jen down. "Damn, you're stronger than you look," she added.

  "Get off me, Billie!" Jen yelled as she struggled against the larger woman sitting on top of her.

  Cat sat on the couch, watching the exchange closely. What had started out as a friendly wrestling match was beginning to turn nasty. Time to cool them off, she thought as she got to her feet and went upstairs. Moments later, while still exchanging heated words, Billie and Jen found themselves drenched to the skin with cold water.

  "Whaaaaa!!??" they exclaimed loudly together. Billie had thrown herself backward onto the floor as the cold water made contact with her skin.

  "All right, you two, cool it. Do you hear me?" Cat demanded.

  Billie and Jen looked at Cat, both wearing identically stunned expressions. The three kids stood there, totally amazed that their mother had just done something they would have been scolded for. All were holding their breaths, waiting to see what would happen next.

  Jen looked at Billie. Billie looked at Jen. Both women started laughing hysterically, collapsing against each other. A collective sigh of relief echoed across the room.

  Cat looked at the kids. "Hey guys, it's late. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Off to bed with you. Mom and I will be up in a few moments to say good night. All right?" she said.

  "Ah, Ma," Seth said. "I'm thirteen years old. I'm an adult now. I should be able to stay up later," he exclaimed.

  Cat rose from the couch and approached her son. "Seth, sweetheart, you may be a teenager now, and you might even tower over me in height, but you are still very hard to get out of bed in the morning...worse than me, in fact, and that's pretty bad, so off to bed with you. We have to leave early for the airport, so you need to get a good night's sleep. Okay, love?"

  Seth rolled his eyes. "But Ma," he protested.

  Cat pressed two fingers over her son's mouth. "Please, Seth, go on to bed, okay?"

  Seth let out a deep sigh. "Oh, all right. Good night," he said. He kissed Cat on the cheek then offered his hands to Billie to help her up. He hugged Billie then headed up the stairs, followed closely by his sisters.

  "We'll be up in a few minutes," Cat said as the children climbed the stairs.

  Billie turned her attention back to Jen and reached down to help her up.

  "Thanks, Billie," she said. "Look, you two have an early day tomorrow, I'd better head home," she said. "Please be careful, and come back to me, okay?" she asked, hugging them one at a time.

  "Jen, we'll be back in a week, we promise. And besides, whose gonna pick up all that mail you'll be collecting for us if we don't come back, huh?" Cat asked.

  "Oh, I see, you'll come back for your mail, but not for me. Is that it?" she asked, grinning.

  "Something like that," Billie said. "Come on, I'll walk you home," she said, throwing an arm around her friend's shoulder.

  "We'll see you in the morning, Jen. Remember, you're driving us to the airport," Cat said.

  "I'll be here with bells on, sweet thang," she said to Cat in a fake Southern accent while placing a kiss on her cheek. "See you in the morning."

  "I'll be back in a few minutes, love," Billie said to Cat as she left to walk her friend
home.

  ***

  Things were chaotic in the Charland household the next morning. All five of them scrambled around getting last minute things ready for their trip. The kitchen counter and table were cluttered with breakfast foods that no one had time to clean up. Cat was in a panic, reluctant to leave her house in such a state.

  "Cat, we have no choice, we'll miss the plane if we take the time to clean up," Billie pointed out as she ushered the kids toward the car. "Seth, please make sure your sisters are belted in, okay? Mama and I will be right out."

  Jen chose this moment to put in her appearance.

  "Jen! Finally. I thought you forgot us!" Cat exclaimed, her mind momentarily diverted from the mess in her kitchen.

  "Hey, I said, I would be here, didn't I?" Jen asked in mock indignation.

  "Yes you did, and we appreciate it, Jen. Don't we, Cat?" Billie said firmly to her agitated wife.

  "Billie, I can't leave the house a mess like this. I just can't," Cat said for the hundredth time.

  "Cat, we'll miss the plane if we don't leave now. What part of that don't you understand?" Billie asked in a raised voice.

  "All right, that enough," Jen said loudly. "Billie, take the luggage to the car. Cat, move your carcass or you're going to miss the plane. I will take care of this mess for you, okay? Don't worry about it. You can owe me big time, if it will make you feel better, all right? Now move your asses—both of you, Now!" Jen said forcefully, prompting both her friends into action.

  Moments later, they were on their way to the airport.

  "Mama, I gotta pee," Skylar complained from the back seat.

  Cat turned around sharply. "Sky, I told you to go before we left," she scolded.

  "Cat, it's probably her medicine," Billie pointed out. "Honey, can you hold it until we get there?" she asked the child.

  "I don't know, Mommy," she replied.

  "Try, sweetheart, okay? We'll be there in a few minutes," Billie urged.

  Jen looked at a visibly agitated Cat. "Hey, I remember the last time we pulled over to let her pee? It was in the woods at Happy Trails Campground. We all ended up with poison ivy on our butts for days!" Jen exclaimed. Looking over to Cat, she saw a smile break out on her friend's face. She covered Cat's hand in her own. "Relax, sweetie, okay?" she said softly.