Roadblocks

Chapter 3: Silke

Chapter 3: SilkeHappy to have escaped the hospital, Silke turned the radio on and scanned till she found 101.9, the station suggested by one of the lab techs at the hospital where she was currently working. Mariah Carey was singing about what she wished for Christmas and Silke cranked the volume up. She sang along but couldn’t quite push away Kayla and her outburst. Heck, yeah, there was a whole lot she was asking for. But it was Saturday afternoon and she and Lauren were both off and heading home. For the first time since the accident, there was nothing to organize. Craig’s funeral was finally over and done with. And while Kayla still had a long way to go, she nevertheless was on the mend. Of course Lauren, being Lauren, would still worry, but for now they were free, free for a couple of precious hours, free to focus on themselves and their still young relationship. Silke intended to enjoy every little bit of this glorious freedom.

“Yououou…baby…yououououou…baby…” Singing at the top of her lungs, Silke turned onto Forest Brook.

At the front of a tan brick house with old-fashioned green shutters, an old guy was shuffling along the fence, trailing a string of lights. Two houses farther down, where the white terrier and brown and white mutt always barked their heads off whenever they walked by with Butterscotch at night, a guy was carrying a ladder and trying not to trip over the small boy hopping up and down excitedly next to him. And Silke could hardly believe her eyes: there on the opposite side of the road, a burly dude was in the process of unloading not one, but three trussed up firs from his truck, anxiously watched over by the little Ms. Myers whom Silke waved to most mornings. Just then she spied Lauren’s old Tahoe in her rear view mirror and her heart skipped a little. Taking the right side of the driveway in order to leave the left for Lauren, as had become her custom, Silke parked her convertible and was out of the car and by the Tahoe’s driver door in a flash.

“Come quickly! I don’t want to waste a single minute.”

Lauren was still unplugging her cell phone and gathering her purse, her exit blocked by Silke. “What are you talking about? Are we supposed to be somewhere? Should I stay in the car?”

“No, no, not at all. This is our free time. We can do whatever we want.” Having opened the door of the Tahoe, she extended her hand to Lauren. Suddenly eager for touch, any kind of touch, Silke made a show of pulling Lauren out and along, producing her house key with a flourish and unlocking the door as if she owned the place. “Your castle awaits, Madam. And your humble…Never mind humble, I’m just happy we’re both home. And, look, it’s not even dark yet.”

Lauren stopped just outside the door and looked around as though noticing her surroundings for the first time, and smiled. “Home. That does sound wonderful, doesn’t it?” She frowned slightly as her eyes swept over the front lawn. “Wow, look at all those leaves. When did fall, well, fall?”

“We did have this cold spell a couple of days ago, so probably then. Who cares?” It was sunny now and so warm that her sister Claudia would have proclaimed it beer garden weather, but Silke had no intention of sitting out or, as a matter of fact, being anywhere they could be seen. Rather, she closed the door firmly behind them, and after dropping her own belongings, pulled Lauren into a hug. “This is what I care about,” she mumbled into Lauren’s hair as she enveloped her even tighter. “I’ve been waiting all day to do this. No, longer.”

Lauren leaned into Silke’s embrace and Silke could feel Lauren’s tense shoulders softening. “God, I’ve needed this.” She burrowed into Silke’s shoulder and her words were muffled for a second before she pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting Silke’s. “Have I told you lately how wonderful you are?”

“Mm-hm. But I totally don’t mind hearing it again. By the way, you’re pretty great yourself, you know.” Not wanting to make things too heavy just then, she quickly changed her tone. “Love those dark circles under your eyes, girlfriend. They give you such a mysterious look. But joking aside, what do you want to do?”

“Well apparently based on my appearance, I should be raiding garbage cans, but I think I’ll settle for making dinner together, or eating leftovers, or ordering a pizza, or…” She gave Silke a distinctly seductive look, “did you maybe have a better idea?”

“I sure do. Besides, it is way too early to even think about dinner. Unless, of course…” Taking a couple of steps back, Silke eyed her speculatively. “Mmm, yeah, I could definitely go for some…snacking. Just wait for me one second.”

She darted into the kitchen, where she rummaged around in the pantry. Peanut butter? Nah. Nutella? Maybe. Honey? Definitely. She pulled the little bear out. Bingo. Grabbing both the caramel and the chocolate ice cream topping bottles, she raced back into the hall in search of Lauren.

Lauren raised her eyebrows just a fraction. “Now you wait here.” With that, she headed in the direction of the garage.

“Seriously, the garage…?” Silke muttered as she heard Lauren going through whatever she was going through in there.

When Lauren reappeared she was nearly invisible behind the enormous blue tarp she was carrying. “I’m not about to have unprotected s*x. Do you really want to be cleaning all that off the sheets or carpet later? Our time is precious, remember?”

“Of course.” Silke kept a straight face for about two seconds before cracking up. “Love your definition of safe s*x. Not to mention that you look awfully good in blue.”

But blue wasn’t to be, because when they turned the tarp over to spread it on the bed, it not only had leaves stuck to it, but also some brown smudges. Having discarded the tarp, Lauren wasted no time pulling her sweater over her head and letting it fall beside the bed before stretching out on her back. “Brrr. It’s cold in here. Do you think you could heat those toppings up a bit?”

“How about I heat you up instead?” Yanking her own top off as well, Silke climbed into bed, making quick work of removing Lauren’s bra. “Just look at that. Your poor n*****s are freezing.” And what a lovely sight it was, too.

Lauren reached toward the sauce bottles on the nightstand. “Which is your favorite? Or would you prefer a sampler platter?” With that, Lauren squeezed a generous dollop of chocolate sauce on one n****e and caramel on the other, then raised her arms above her head, still clutching the bottles.

“Mmm.”

Silke went for chocolate first, simply because it looked so delicious against Lauren’s white skin, using her tongue to stop it from running down Lauren’s breast. “Wouldn’t want to waste any,” she murmured, almost overcome by her sudden need to devour Lauren. Instead she daintily licked around first one then the other n****e, alternating chocolate and caramel. They had rushed too many times lately. Now she wanted to savor. Literally.

Lauren moaned and writhed on the bed, but it wasn’t long until she dropped the toppings and reached for Silke. “You’re driving me crazy. Come closer. I need to feel you.” She slid Silke’s bra straps down her arms, raking her nails lightly over her shoulders before gliding them onto her back, drawing her closer.

“Hey, stop distracting me!” Silke complained even as she shivered with the delight of Lauren’s hands on her naked skin. “Oops.” She had given in to Lauren’s pull a little too much to the point where her right n****e grazed Lauren’s, and now she sported a dollop of caramel of her own.

“Mine!”

Heat pooled between Silke’s legs as Lauren lowered her face to Silke’s caramel-tipped breast. She gasped as Lauren’s mouth closed around it and sucked, not stopping even when no trace of the caramel remained. Lauren wrapped her legs tightly around Silke’s body at the same time.

“No fair,” Silke moaned, her body turned to jelly as she toppled down on Lauren. Forget slow. She started yanking Lauren’s pants off, no easy feat with their combined weight on them. “Off, off, off!”

Laughing, Lauren helped by raising her butt, and then her jeans were off and she was wearing those new and super-cute blue panties that barely covered anything and that Silke had been dying to get into since she first saw them on Lauren. They were damp now and Silke smelled Lauren’s excitement when she pulled them down and Lauren’s pubic hair glistened with it, too. Silke ran her hand over it, reveling in the springy softness that had already become familiar, and Lauren met her hand, arching her back and making little hot sounds.

Tasting caramel, Silke licked and suckled, but it was Lauren’s breath that she swallowed when she entered her with first one finger, then two, rubbing her c**t with her thumb. Lauren bucked against her, clutching her tightly, and finally broke free of their kiss. But Silke had found her rhythm by then and Lauren gave in to it, her moans becoming louder and louder until she crested with a scream, flooding Silke’s hand.

Shudder after shudder went through Lauren as she crushed Silke against her, crushing Silke’s fingers inside as well, and Silke held her as tight as she could, loving her then and there with a fierceness that astounded her, as at the same time it exalted and scared her.