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wanted to live here. But, for whatever reason, my grandparents did. Maybe they saw the future.”
“Boy, were they right .”
Julianna laughed. “Yep. Now, all the rent they get is for taxes, utilities, and maintenance. There’s no mortgage.”
“Lucky them.”
“And lucky me.”
We walked for another minute, past well-lit shops and people sitting on benches outside bistro-style restaurants. Some of them had their dogs with them, who were happily watching humans go by or lapping water out of metal bowls. While the neighborhood was not as architecturally pretty as nearby Park Slope, it was evocative of a bygone era, with original wooden door and window frames and signage that recalled the turn of the twentieth century and that Old New York charm. It still clung to that time, even as the well-to-do were turning it into an “acceptable” place to live.
She pulled me to a stop in front of an elegant brownstone behind a pristine iron gate. A wreath of twigs and flowers hung on the front door and the window of the door was shaded by white lace curtains. Flowerpots lined the window sills on all three floors, and small flagstones formed a path to the sub-street-level entrance. It wasn’t a basement, exactly, since it was only partially below street level, and I knew that what was once the servants’ entrances before the twentieth century was now hot property, sought after by hipsters and yuppies alike.
“Wow, this is beautiful ,” I said.
“Come on. I’ll show you my apartment.” She walked up the terra-cotta–colored steps and I followed close behind, through the first door, then the second. We stopped just inside the vestibule. She turned to shut the door and her face was so close to mine that I couldn’t resist. I leaned in close and she didn’t push me away. So I leaned closer until our lips met. Before I knew what was happening, her back was against the wall and we were making out, right there in her grandparents’ vestibule. Did her grandparents still live in the building? She hadn’t said. What if they came out and saw us?
My concern for decorum was overshadowed by the breathtaking experience of feeling a desire and passion that I thought was long gone. I was like a recovering addict who had learned to live without, until one day, I unexpectedly got a taste of it and all resistance was lost. The difference was, this drug would only do me good.
I pressed her up against the wall and gently placed my hands on her hips. She pushed her hips into me, which I took to mean she wanted more. My hands felt like they were made up of live wires as I ran them over her ass, and she moaned. My body was pressed hard up against her s, and I craved more. She put her arms around me and pulled me tight.
My thigh was between hers and I pushed in firmly. She responded by parting her legs, then her lips as she let my tongue farther in. She moaned again and I glided my hands back up her waist. Then my phone buzzed. We pulled our lips apart, but only barely.
“Your pocket is vibrating,” she said in a devilish tone. “You must be happy to see me.”
“Mm, hm.” I kept plying her with kisses while my phone buzzed a second time.
“Are you going to get that?” she asked in between kisses.
“No, it’s a text. I’ll look at it later.” I barely got the words out with my lips pressed against her skin.
My phone buzzed again, but this time, it was accompanied by a ring, indicating that it was a call. Who the hell is bothering me now, of all times?
“Seems you’re popular tonight.”
“I’m ignoring it.”
“It might be important.”
“They can leave a message.”
“Clearly, somebody wants to talk to you, and that just might keep happening until you answer.”
Reluctantly, I reached into my pocket, still kissing her face, neck, and lips. “Hello?” I had the phone to my ear and I didn’t care what the person on the other line might hear.
“Hi, it’s Brit again.”
Julianna pulled her face away and
“Boy, were they right .”
Julianna laughed. “Yep. Now, all the rent they get is for taxes, utilities, and maintenance. There’s no mortgage.”
“Lucky them.”
“And lucky me.”
We walked for another minute, past well-lit shops and people sitting on benches outside bistro-style restaurants. Some of them had their dogs with them, who were happily watching humans go by or lapping water out of metal bowls. While the neighborhood was not as architecturally pretty as nearby Park Slope, it was evocative of a bygone era, with original wooden door and window frames and signage that recalled the turn of the twentieth century and that Old New York charm. It still clung to that time, even as the well-to-do were turning it into an “acceptable” place to live.
She pulled me to a stop in front of an elegant brownstone behind a pristine iron gate. A wreath of twigs and flowers hung on the front door and the window of the door was shaded by white lace curtains. Flowerpots lined the window sills on all three floors, and small flagstones formed a path to the sub-street-level entrance. It wasn’t a basement, exactly, since it was only partially below street level, and I knew that what was once the servants’ entrances before the twentieth century was now hot property, sought after by hipsters and yuppies alike.
“Wow, this is beautiful ,” I said.
“Come on. I’ll show you my apartment.” She walked up the terra-cotta–colored steps and I followed close behind, through the first door, then the second. We stopped just inside the vestibule. She turned to shut the door and her face was so close to mine that I couldn’t resist. I leaned in close and she didn’t push me away. So I leaned closer until our lips met. Before I knew what was happening, her back was against the wall and we were making out, right there in her grandparents’ vestibule. Did her grandparents still live in the building? She hadn’t said. What if they came out and saw us?
My concern for decorum was overshadowed by the breathtaking experience of feeling a desire and passion that I thought was long gone. I was like a recovering addict who had learned to live without, until one day, I unexpectedly got a taste of it and all resistance was lost. The difference was, this drug would only do me good.
I pressed her up against the wall and gently placed my hands on her hips. She pushed her hips into me, which I took to mean she wanted more. My hands felt like they were made up of live wires as I ran them over her ass, and she moaned. My body was pressed hard up against her s, and I craved more. She put her arms around me and pulled me tight.
My thigh was between hers and I pushed in firmly. She responded by parting her legs, then her lips as she let my tongue farther in. She moaned again and I glided my hands back up her waist. Then my phone buzzed. We pulled our lips apart, but only barely.
“Your pocket is vibrating,” she said in a devilish tone. “You must be happy to see me.”
“Mm, hm.” I kept plying her with kisses while my phone buzzed a second time.
“Are you going to get that?” she asked in between kisses.
“No, it’s a text. I’ll look at it later.” I barely got the words out with my lips pressed against her skin.
My phone buzzed again, but this time, it was accompanied by a ring, indicating that it was a call. Who the hell is bothering me now, of all times?
“Seems you’re popular tonight.”
“I’m ignoring it.”
“It might be important.”
“They can leave a message.”
“Clearly, somebody wants to talk to you, and that just might keep happening until you answer.”
Reluctantly, I reached into my pocket, still kissing her face, neck, and lips. “Hello?” I had the phone to my ear and I didn’t care what the person on the other line might hear.
“Hi, it’s Brit again.”
Julianna pulled her face away and
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