Jump Then Fall

by Sarah Sanders

  Confident right…I like this! “Demanding, aren’t we?” she teased.

  “Just madly in love with you…where are you?”

  Thank you, Universe…finally she is not asking when she can see me…she’s saying she wants to see me…NOW. “Where do you want me to be?” coquettishly.

  “I want you to be with me.”

  Ooooh…I like this version sooo much better. “By the pool?” flirty.

  “Ideally, no.”

  “But you’re by the pool, so how is it possible for me to be with you, sweetie?”

  “Am already heading back to my room…come to me?” hopeful and a tad wheedling.

  Yesyesyesyes…a thousand times yes. “What! You’re again being misanthropic? Ree!!” she did the exasperated tone brilliantly as she wandered around the rooms and patio.

  “I put in my time, baby…I did the social thing for at least two hours,” a little pouty.

  “You did two hours of staring at me,” she scolded.

  “Ya…but that’s why I could do two hours,” unapologetic. “If you want me to be social, you got to be around.”

  “How have you managed to build this whole company?” this was a true mystery.

  “I don’t need to be social to build a company,” Ree scoffed. “I just need to have a big idea, get the right people to do it, create a politics-free, happy, healthy environment, listen to other ideas the team comes up with and…bam! The company is up!”

  “Seriously?”

  “Okay, you’ve been stalling long enough…I’ve reached my room…how soon can you get here?”

  “I don’t know, Ree…” Ika said walking to the door…she paused, waiting for the door to open…when it did…she cut off the call, “…I kind of like where I am,” grinning.

  Ree practically tackled her as she wound her arms around her waist and pushed her up against the wall kissing her with unbridled passion. All thought flew out of Ika’s head as she slipped her arms around Ree’s shoulders and responded with the same passion.

  “Missed me?” Ika breathed, eyes hooded, voice husky, when they finally broke the kiss for some air.

  “Like you can’t imagine,” Ree peppered her face with kisses.

  “I left just thirty minutes back, Ree. This doesn’t jell with that calm, collected person I saw out there,” teasingly.

  “That calm, collected person deserves an Oscar…because the only thing that person was thinking of was doing unspeakable, nasty things to you.”

  Ika laughed in delight. So this is what she was like when she let her feelings loose and says what she’s thinking and feeling.

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  “I don’t think ‘grok’ is a word, Ree,” Ika was kneeling on her chair at the dining table, arms resting on the table, looking at Ree with censure.

  “Sure is…it means to understand something intuitively…and it is there in the dictionary we are using. You’ve got away with ‘qi’ and ‘za’ by throwing Scrabble dictionary at me. Sixty-four points each. You can’t grudge me my thirty grok points”

  “Yeah, but you’ve made ‘ja’ and ‘xi’ with your Oxford dictionary and got fifty points for each.”

  “Ya…but this is the last turn…you have only two letters left.”

  Both were equally competitive at the hard-fought game of Scrabble. “I think you cheat at all games to win,” Ika accused, studying the board, as Ree inched ahead of her by twenty points.

  “Shrek, you cut me deep,” Ree said with wounded eyes.

  “Awww, don’t make those sad eyes at me…I’ll have to let you invent words and allow you to use them in the game,” Ika took a bite of the pizza…leftovers from the kiddie-delight meal that Ree had ordered in the afternoon which they were having for dinner. “Ha! Twenty!!” she crowed making ‘uh’ and ‘eh’ with ‘h’ on double word score. “Equal…and with your minus points…I win!!!” she was elated.

  “I got something for the winner,” Ree smiled, “Though, I think you cheated by bringing in Scrabble dictionary,” she added, getting up.

  “Bailey’s,” Ika squealed delightedly when Ree came back with the prize, jumping up and hugging her.

  “Got something for the winner at the pool match too,” Ree said, pointing to a box lying on the chaise by the window.

  It was a miniature, fully functional pool set. “You are the quirkiest human being I know,” Ika laughed, going to get glasses to pour their drink as Ree went and sat on the sofa.

  “Sweetie, you are the most fun and the most interesting person I know,” Ika said as she snuggled up against Ree on the sofa, drawing her legs under her.

  Ree couldn’t remember a single moment in her life when she was this happy.

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  Talking to someone had never been easier. It had never flowed better. No one had ever quite got her like Ree did. This was the perfect combination of that child-parent-adult relationship that psychologists touted. They had been talking for a long time now. Both of them getting to know the other better….filling each other in with anecdotes and stories from their lives. They never did seem to have a problem talking and listening to the other….right from the first moment.

  Ika ran her fingers through Ree’s hair, looking at her as they sat in a comfortable silence that had just fallen. Ika had long since lost her robe and had Ree’s hand wound around her waist. “I’m so lucky to have found you, honey…you really complete me.”

  “Ya…we complement each other perfectly…I am a hot mess emotionally, socially awkward, old, fat, boring…and you are young, mature, insightful, gregarious, kind, giving, vivacious, smoking hot, super-sexy…”

  Ika sighed. “I was going more with the fact that we can really talk and are on the same page, enjoy each other’s sense of humour, have the most amazing sex, seem to be equally hung up on each other…and stuff like that. But let’s go with your self-vilification and canonizing me,” she interrupted, rolling her eyes and untangling herself from Ree to lie down with her feet in Ree’s lap. “Except…I don’t think saints are allowed to be hot or sexy…so I need to find a way to lose those two attributes,” she teased.

  Ree kissed Ika’s feet, “I don’t think that is possible…you’re just too scorching,” she looked at Ika hungrily, gently massaging her feet…and just like that…snap…crackle…sizzle…ignite.

  Ree ran her fingers up Ika’s legs and Ika parted them. Ree stoked Ika’s inner thighs with the backs of her fingers, dragging her fingers back down, scratching the sensitive skin with the tips of her fingers. Again. And again.

  Ika watched Ree watching the unmistakable wet spot spreading and darkening her panty between her legs. She was already soaking and could clearly see what Ree was thinking.

  “Ree,” she gasped throatily as Ree ran her finger gently over the wet spot, “tell me.”

  Ree looked up at Ika, unable to speak.

  Ika sat up and crawled into Ree’s lap.

  “Tell me, Ree,” she said softly, an arm around Ree’s neck, tunnelling her fingers through Ree’s hair, nibbling Ree’s ear.

  Ree looked at her, desire spilling from her eyes, hands roving all over Ika’s body, throat working to get the words out. Ree drew her lower lip in and licked it.

  “Remember I’d said submission was one of my things?” Ika said gently.

  Ree nodded.

  “Tell me, Ree, I’ll do it,” she whispered huskily. “Tell me what you want,” she kissed and licked Ree’s neck.

  “I want to see you,” barely audibly.

  I love that she is so confident and so shy at the same time; and that only I get to see the shy, vulnerable part of her. “You want to see my cunt,” Ika smiled sexily, licking Ree’s lips. She lay back down and folded her knees, spreading them. She pushed the soaking wet rectangle covering her to one side and reached down between her thighs using her fingers to open her swollen lower lips.

  Ree drew a breath
in, visibly shaking. She ran her fingers up Ika’s thighs and around her pussy, Ika was dripping into the crack of her ass and on the sofa, looking at Ree through half-lidded eyes. I am probably going to come just from her gaze, Ika thought dazedly.

  Ree went down on a knee beside Ika and moved Ika’s leg over her shoulder, giving her access to Ika’s hot, throbbing centre. She removed the sexy, yet offending piece of red silk. She bent down and blew a long breath, stroking the whole path from Ika’s opening to her clit with that breath…holding it long on Ika’s clit. Ika’s thighs quivered in response. Ree did that once again and Ika gasped as her hips jerked upwards.

  Painfully aware of Ika’s soreness, Ree bent down and placed the gentlest of kisses on Ika’s clit and Ika bit her lip and groaned. Ree placed the same barely-felt, feather light kisses down the entire length to Ika’s labia. Ika moaned out loud as fresh liquid gushed out of her.

  Ree raised a finger and ran it through the juices drawing the small line from Ika’s vagina to her anus. She ran her finger around the puckered anal opening and Ika gasped. Ree increased the pressure of her finger drawing slow circles around the opening and slowing gaining entry. Ever so slowly, her finger moved in and she placed another butterfly kiss on Ika’s clit.

  “Ree,” Ika said very softly. Ree heard a note of uncertainty in Ika’s voice. Very slowly, she pulled her finger out and kissed Ika’s clit once again. She slowly ducked out from under Ika’s leg and kissed her outer thigh, and rested her forehead against Ika’s leg, breathing unevenly.

  Ika removed her hands from where they were holding herself open for Ree. Her chest was heaving and she had trouble breathing. She gazed at Ree’s bent head. She raised her hand and massaged Ree’s scalp willing her to look up at her.

  When Ree finally looked up, Ika insistently pulled her up towards her. Ree obliged and moved to kneel higher, so that their faces were close, very close, together.

  “Ika,” Ree breathed.

  “Are you going to apologise?” Ika emotions were all over the place and she couldn’t get a read on Ree’s emotions. She hoped she was wrong because this had been intense.

  Ree shook her head. “No. This was just too intense,” she looked stunned.

  “Yes, it was,” Ika reached up and kissed her.

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  “Have you ever done that before?” Ika asked, a tad bashfully. They were in bed, Ree lying on her back, Ika tucked in her favourite position, drawing idle patterns on Ree’s chest.

  “No. I don’t think I ever thought of it even vaguely before.”

  “Then what happened today?”

  “I don’t know…I guess, I just wanted to touch you so badly…and I know you’re sore. I always seem to be behaving out-of-character with you,” Ree ruminated.

  “Ree,” a whit shyly.

  “Hmmm.”

  “If I’m ever ready for that, will you do it?” Ika blushed.

  “Anal?” surprise.

  Under-the-lashes look, brick red, Ika bit her lip uncertainly.

  “Yaaa…okaaay,” Ree drew out the words uncertain herself, “but I’m not sure I know what to do.”

  “We can figure it out together,” Ika couldn’t be more shy as she looked down. A beat, then, “Ree…”

  “Hmmmm?”

  “Do you think I’m oversexed?” rather uncertainly.

  “Maybe,” warm tones, smouldering eyes.

  “Is that okay with you?” unsure and vulnerable.

  “More than okay, baby…I’m grateful for it…because when it comes to you I am extremely highly oversexed.”

  Ika blushed acknowledging the truth of that statement to herself. “You know, before you Ree, I was wondering whether I am asexual or frigid.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously…I had low to no sex drive. And now…,” Ika blushed again…a much deeper blush.

  “And now…” Ree wanted to hear the end of that sentence.

  “And now…I just can’t get enough of you…of you making love to me…my mind is in the gutter all the time,” she giggled self-consciously into Ree’s shoulder.

  Ree lifted Ika’s chin to kiss her. “Since it is confession time, I must tell you, when I am not actually making love to you, all I can think of…all I see in my head…is making love to you. It’s like a porn movie,” she said, a tad bashfully.

  “Even when I am with you?”

  “Even when you are with me.”

  “Good, because it’s the same with me,” decisively.

  “It’s kind of out of control.”

  “I like it,” a deep, passionate kiss.

  Peaceful silence for a while. Then…

  “Ree.”

  “Ya, baby.”

  “You know, the rest of my body isn’t sore.”

  “No-orgasm-sex?” Ree raised her eyebrows.

  “No orgasm sex,” Ika confirmed, moving up to offer her breast to Ree.

  But with Ree nuzzling, kissing, nipping and licking her whole body... Who knew that there were so many zones in my body that loved being licked…or nuzzled…or nipped…

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  Day 5

  She seldom got to see Ree sleeping, Ika thought as she drank in her lover. She’d been awake at least half-an-hour just watching Ree. She was awash with affection, tenderness and love. She was dying to touch Ree, but didn’t want to take the chance and wake her up. Ree looked just so peaceful.

  Ree shifted a little and opened her eyes. Looked at Ika with unspeakable tenderness. Saw Ika awake and broke into a huge smile. “Good morning, beautiful.”

  “Good morning,” a kiss on Ree’s shoulder.

  “What time is it? You got to go?”

  “It’s early…six. I actually have an hour-and-a-half before I absolutely need to leave, but I’ll leave in about half an hour. I got to go reach by ten to help setting up the meeting, but I need more time to get ready today,” she smiled impishly, “Big day today, you know.”

  “Big day?”

  “Meeting the owner today…want to impress her,” Ika grinned.

  “She’ll probably build a shrine for you.”

  “The ‘museum of memories’ has been upgraded to ‘shrine’?” teasing.

  “Yep…maybe an entire temple complex…like Angkor Wat,” Ree drew her closer and kissed her neck.

  “Ummm,” Ika hummed enjoying Ree’s lips and tongue moving along her throat, jaw, ears and face.

  “What’s the plan for today?”

  “You’ve not seen it? They must’ve mailed it to you.”

  “Ya…I’ve not been checking mails…don’t want to.”

  “Lunch at twelve-thirty. Speeches from two onwards. Break for tea at four. More speeches from four-thirty to five-thirty. Drinks and dinner from six-thirty onwards,” Ika rattled off. “Are you going to speak, Ree? Kevin was unsure whether you would.”

  “I don’t like addressing crowds. I’m okay at one-on-one conversations or short informal interactions, but ‘speeching’ is not my thing.”

  “Speeching is not a word!”

  “I know…but it conveys what I want to say and you get it.”

  Inventing words…you’re so much fun. “Why do you feel that?”

  “I am awkward, uncomfortable and flat in my delivery. I feel I have nothing to say. Guess I’m just too introverted, shy and self-conscious,” Ree confessed, looking completely vulnerable and open.

  I love that she tells me these things. I love that she lets me ask more about her insecurities and vulnerabilities. I love that she feels safe with me. “Ree, why would you feel you have nothing to say? You’ve built this world.”

  “Just another manifestation of my low self-worth, I suppose,” Ree looked at the ceiling and paused, evidently gathering her thoughts and exploring her feelings. Wanting to know herself so that she could share with Ika. “I guess, I’ve never felt important as a person…more of my growing-u
p screwed-up-ness. Now I feel that people respond to me as a role but as a person. I am not wanted by anyone…so I prefer to do my work, keep my head down and merge into the background.”

  “Is that why you didn’t tell me who you were for all these days?”

  “Not a planned or conscious decision…but that must be it.”

  Thank God I didn’t ask earlier…that would’ve brought up a whole new set of issues. Maybe she wouldn’t tell me and I’d have felt rejected or something. Ika turned towards Ree and propped herself on an elbow, “It would be nice if you would make a short speech, you know. People need to see you. You’ve build a wonderful organisation…this is the only place I know where there are no workplace politics…we have the best employees grievance redressal cell and women’s protection cell. Also the best mentorship programmes. That has to have come from you. Translink has consistently been in the top three companies to work in. Ree, we all need to know you…you’re the heart and soul of Translink,” she drew random patterns on Ree’s stomach.