boob?”
“Because it itches.”
“Come on Laura, that’s not what I meant.” Josie’s exasperation showed in her tone and, finally, Laura couldn’t stand it anymore. She stood up, pulled her pants down, pulled down her underwear halfway and reached for the tube of hydrocortisone cream that she’d shoved in her purse to take to work.
“Laura, oh, my God .”
“What?” Laura twisted around and stared at her own ass. Yup. It wasn’t any better this morning. What had started out as a series of small mosquito bites was now a minefield of red, hot flesh, swollen up into these enormous hive-like bites. When she had returned home from her date with Mike, she’d realized pretty quickly what had happened. While making love outside in nature, in a field, on top of a mountain, with the most incredible view possible – both of nature and of Mike’s body – had been earth shattering, quite literally, the reality of nature had set in.
In her butt.
She had about fifty mosquito bites all over her ass down her legs, up her chest, and one had managed to land on her left breast areola. Those zaps? Those zings of pleasure? Not arousal! Nature’s vampires.
As she smeared the hydrocortisone cream all over the top of her ass, Josie just shook her head and laughed, folding in half as she held her gut, tears streaming down her face.
Laura tried pointedly to ignore her but couldn’t help it. “It itches.”
“Oh, Laura, that is awful. On your boob.”
“Yeah, I know.” She pulled her pants up and went over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. “How do you think it feels?”
“Well, I don’t know how it feels. I’ve never fucked somebody on the top of a mountain where a bunch of mosquitoes decided to feast on me.” She snickered. “If a mosquito bites you in the ass is that some way…is that nature’s version of oral sex?”
“Oh, stop it.”
“You don’t have any on your, you know – on your hoo-ha ?”
“Hoo-ha? Who calls it a hoo-ha?”
Josie fanned herself.“You know me. I was raised in Virginia, I’m a good old Southern lady.”
“Lady? Yeah, right. Like you’re a lady.”
“Take some Benadryl for that, you’ll thank me.”
“But Benadryl makes me sleepy.”
“Really? I mean, because, if you don’t do something more drastic you’re going to go to work and you’re going to look like a hyena who ate twenty-five Mexican jumping beans. You’re a lot better off looking like you’re just a little sleepy or hung over on antihistamines.”
Laura thought about that one for a minute. It’s not like she had a really busy work day. Could she just call in sick? Oh, no. The monthly management meeting was today. Shouldn’t really have to do anything, but she had to be there.
“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe if I take some Benadryl, it’ll make it easier to get through the monthly meeting anyhow.”
Josie nodded. “So, Laura,” she laughed. “Was it worth it?”
Laura reached down her V-neck into her bra and found the offending bite, scratching it furiously, knowing full well that at this rate, she was going to break the skin but at least that would give her some sweet relief. “Yeah. It was worth it, but next time I’ll wear a bug spray instead of perfume.”
Mike sat in bed staring up at the ceiling, counting the little holes in the tiles yet again, for what felt like the thousandth time. Actually, it probably was the thousandth time. He’d done it over and over and over ever since Jill died a year and a half ago. Except this time, he was doing it to keep his mind occupied, not to keep his mind distracted.
He was doing it because it was something habitual, something rote, something that he just could slip into so that he didn’t have to deal with the actually messy emotional aftermath of his date with Laura. It had gone so much better than he ever could have expected. He never intended to sleep with her. And he certainly never intended to make love to her at the top of that
“Because it itches.”
“Come on Laura, that’s not what I meant.” Josie’s exasperation showed in her tone and, finally, Laura couldn’t stand it anymore. She stood up, pulled her pants down, pulled down her underwear halfway and reached for the tube of hydrocortisone cream that she’d shoved in her purse to take to work.
“Laura, oh, my God .”
“What?” Laura twisted around and stared at her own ass. Yup. It wasn’t any better this morning. What had started out as a series of small mosquito bites was now a minefield of red, hot flesh, swollen up into these enormous hive-like bites. When she had returned home from her date with Mike, she’d realized pretty quickly what had happened. While making love outside in nature, in a field, on top of a mountain, with the most incredible view possible – both of nature and of Mike’s body – had been earth shattering, quite literally, the reality of nature had set in.
In her butt.
She had about fifty mosquito bites all over her ass down her legs, up her chest, and one had managed to land on her left breast areola. Those zaps? Those zings of pleasure? Not arousal! Nature’s vampires.
As she smeared the hydrocortisone cream all over the top of her ass, Josie just shook her head and laughed, folding in half as she held her gut, tears streaming down her face.
Laura tried pointedly to ignore her but couldn’t help it. “It itches.”
“Oh, Laura, that is awful. On your boob.”
“Yeah, I know.” She pulled her pants up and went over to the kitchen sink to wash her hands. “How do you think it feels?”
“Well, I don’t know how it feels. I’ve never fucked somebody on the top of a mountain where a bunch of mosquitoes decided to feast on me.” She snickered. “If a mosquito bites you in the ass is that some way…is that nature’s version of oral sex?”
“Oh, stop it.”
“You don’t have any on your, you know – on your hoo-ha ?”
“Hoo-ha? Who calls it a hoo-ha?”
Josie fanned herself.“You know me. I was raised in Virginia, I’m a good old Southern lady.”
“Lady? Yeah, right. Like you’re a lady.”
“Take some Benadryl for that, you’ll thank me.”
“But Benadryl makes me sleepy.”
“Really? I mean, because, if you don’t do something more drastic you’re going to go to work and you’re going to look like a hyena who ate twenty-five Mexican jumping beans. You’re a lot better off looking like you’re just a little sleepy or hung over on antihistamines.”
Laura thought about that one for a minute. It’s not like she had a really busy work day. Could she just call in sick? Oh, no. The monthly management meeting was today. Shouldn’t really have to do anything, but she had to be there.
“Yeah, you’re right. Maybe if I take some Benadryl, it’ll make it easier to get through the monthly meeting anyhow.”
Josie nodded. “So, Laura,” she laughed. “Was it worth it?”
Laura reached down her V-neck into her bra and found the offending bite, scratching it furiously, knowing full well that at this rate, she was going to break the skin but at least that would give her some sweet relief. “Yeah. It was worth it, but next time I’ll wear a bug spray instead of perfume.”
Mike sat in bed staring up at the ceiling, counting the little holes in the tiles yet again, for what felt like the thousandth time. Actually, it probably was the thousandth time. He’d done it over and over and over ever since Jill died a year and a half ago. Except this time, he was doing it to keep his mind occupied, not to keep his mind distracted.
He was doing it because it was something habitual, something rote, something that he just could slip into so that he didn’t have to deal with the actually messy emotional aftermath of his date with Laura. It had gone so much better than he ever could have expected. He never intended to sleep with her. And he certainly never intended to make love to her at the top of that
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