of
others, wishing she had a force field to guard her personal space. Laura's grip wasn't at all threatening, though. Not even a little uncomfortable. It was steady, sure. "That could be..."
"The day you came in with the ideas for the new logo," Amy offered as she approached, flipping a dish towel over her shoulder. Sophie noticed that she glanced quickly at their
still-linked hands, then up at Laura's face. "Hi, sweetie." She reached out for a hug. Laura did let go of Sophie then.
"That's right," Sophie said, snapping her fingers as recognition dawned. "You were looking for a specific kind of wine behind the bar the day I was there." She recalled sitting at the bar early in the day with
Amy, showing her a few designs for the new logo she was suggesting. Laura had slipped
behind the bar and began reading each and every label of every bottle of white wine in the
cooler until she found what she wanted for the evening's special. Sophie remembered the
blond hair pulled back in a smooth twist, the pristine white chef's jacket, and the sparkling distraction in the blue eyes when Amy called her over and introduced her to Sophie. And
she remembered those dimples.
"For my Artichokes French. You're right."
"Wel ." Sophie shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "It's good to see you again."
Laura's smile seemed very genuine as she replied, "It's good to see you, too, Sophie."
Sophie watched as introductions were made to Molly and Darby and Laura was enveloped in
a huge hug from Jo, who commented on not seeing enough of her. Sophie's mind gave her a
jolt of surprise when it tossed her the idea that she'd like to see more of Laura, too. It
had been such a long time since she'd had any thoughts even remotely sexual, she often
wondered if her vibrator had collected so much dust by now that it wouldn't run ever again.
But there was something about Laura.
Sophie studied her as she was stripped of her coat by her hostess and chatted with Darby
about her Toyota. She wasn't conventionally pretty; she was actually rather plain, but in a
wholesome, girl-next-door kind of way. Her dark blond hair was pin-straight, some of it
fastened with a black clip at the back of her head. She was of average height, maybe an
inch shorter than Sophie, and her build was pleasing.. .round in the right places, curved
where it should be. Sophie forced her eyes away from Laura's backside before anybody
could catch her staring. / couldn 't help it; girl knows how to fill out a pair of jeans! Her face was round and her complexion as smooth and soft as the skin of a peach. The pink
sweater she wore highlighted the rosy tint of her cheeks, the only color on skin so pale,
Sophie was sure the slightest amount of sun would burn her as red as a cherry Life Saver.
Laura followed Jo and her bag upstairs, and Sophie had the happy realization that Laura
would be occupying the other twin bed in the room where she was staying. She suppressed
a grin as Amy handed her a glass of wine.
Two hours later, the six women sat around the dining room table, pleasantly full from the
enormous pot of chili Amy had made. They sipped coffee and tea and picked from a variety
of sweets scattered about the table.
"That was delicious, as always, Amy," Sophie said, leaning back in her chair and patting her belly. "I think this week is going to be bad for the scale."
"Like you couldn't stand to gain a few pounds, Soph," Jo commented.
"I know. But a breakup will do that to you." She eyed the chocolate cheesecake in the middle of the table.
"It's definitely the only surefire way I've found to lose weight," Laura said. "I dropped almost twenty pounds when I got a divorce."
"You were married?" Darby asked. "Like, to a guy?"
"Sadly, not every woman is a lesbian," Sophie responded, gently chiding Darby and hoping to hide her own disappointment.
"Oh, I'm a lesbian," Laura said. "Thus the divorcing of my husband."
Sophie was curious and wanted to hear more. "Do
others, wishing she had a force field to guard her personal space. Laura's grip wasn't at all threatening, though. Not even a little uncomfortable. It was steady, sure. "That could be..."
"The day you came in with the ideas for the new logo," Amy offered as she approached, flipping a dish towel over her shoulder. Sophie noticed that she glanced quickly at their
still-linked hands, then up at Laura's face. "Hi, sweetie." She reached out for a hug. Laura did let go of Sophie then.
"That's right," Sophie said, snapping her fingers as recognition dawned. "You were looking for a specific kind of wine behind the bar the day I was there." She recalled sitting at the bar early in the day with
Amy, showing her a few designs for the new logo she was suggesting. Laura had slipped
behind the bar and began reading each and every label of every bottle of white wine in the
cooler until she found what she wanted for the evening's special. Sophie remembered the
blond hair pulled back in a smooth twist, the pristine white chef's jacket, and the sparkling distraction in the blue eyes when Amy called her over and introduced her to Sophie. And
she remembered those dimples.
"For my Artichokes French. You're right."
"Wel ." Sophie shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "It's good to see you again."
Laura's smile seemed very genuine as she replied, "It's good to see you, too, Sophie."
Sophie watched as introductions were made to Molly and Darby and Laura was enveloped in
a huge hug from Jo, who commented on not seeing enough of her. Sophie's mind gave her a
jolt of surprise when it tossed her the idea that she'd like to see more of Laura, too. It
had been such a long time since she'd had any thoughts even remotely sexual, she often
wondered if her vibrator had collected so much dust by now that it wouldn't run ever again.
But there was something about Laura.
Sophie studied her as she was stripped of her coat by her hostess and chatted with Darby
about her Toyota. She wasn't conventionally pretty; she was actually rather plain, but in a
wholesome, girl-next-door kind of way. Her dark blond hair was pin-straight, some of it
fastened with a black clip at the back of her head. She was of average height, maybe an
inch shorter than Sophie, and her build was pleasing.. .round in the right places, curved
where it should be. Sophie forced her eyes away from Laura's backside before anybody
could catch her staring. / couldn 't help it; girl knows how to fill out a pair of jeans! Her face was round and her complexion as smooth and soft as the skin of a peach. The pink
sweater she wore highlighted the rosy tint of her cheeks, the only color on skin so pale,
Sophie was sure the slightest amount of sun would burn her as red as a cherry Life Saver.
Laura followed Jo and her bag upstairs, and Sophie had the happy realization that Laura
would be occupying the other twin bed in the room where she was staying. She suppressed
a grin as Amy handed her a glass of wine.
Two hours later, the six women sat around the dining room table, pleasantly full from the
enormous pot of chili Amy had made. They sipped coffee and tea and picked from a variety
of sweets scattered about the table.
"That was delicious, as always, Amy," Sophie said, leaning back in her chair and patting her belly. "I think this week is going to be bad for the scale."
"Like you couldn't stand to gain a few pounds, Soph," Jo commented.
"I know. But a breakup will do that to you." She eyed the chocolate cheesecake in the middle of the table.
"It's definitely the only surefire way I've found to lose weight," Laura said. "I dropped almost twenty pounds when I got a divorce."
"You were married?" Darby asked. "Like, to a guy?"
"Sadly, not every woman is a lesbian," Sophie responded, gently chiding Darby and hoping to hide her own disappointment.
"Oh, I'm a lesbian," Laura said. "Thus the divorcing of my husband."
Sophie was curious and wanted to hear more. "Do
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