Kindred Spirit Lodge Presents
To Love Her
Forever
by MerryAngel
September 18th, 2002
Part 1 of 4
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Robin, a young woman, met Jena, a woman 6 years her senior, at a bar owned by a mutual friend while on her first assignment. They became good friends, which turned into more.
Jena - a high priced escort - fell in love with Robin, but it wasn't until years later that they actually told each other of their profound love. Robin and Jena moved in together.
Robin, who can't get used to the fact that she's an adult nor can she relax while making love or having sex, struggled with her love for Jena. She accepted her love being an escort woman. "After all this is the 21st Century, you know," Robin told Jena. "But I'd like something in return..."
Jena waited for her to continue, when she didn't, Jena nodded, "All right." Jena thought about what she did during sex with her clients, "Do you want me to teach you about sex? Do you think you can relax with me?"
Robin nodded her head. "But that's not what I had in mind. I mean, yes, I'd like us to go further and I couldn't think of a better teacher. But I want our sexual encounters to be special. I want it to be a mutual making of love. Okay?" Robin looked her soon to be lover in the eye.
"Ok, you've got a deal. And I'll go one better; no one is allowed to taste my honey but my honey. Ok?"
Robin grins. "Good."
"I'm glad that's settled. Now come here so we can begin..."
Robin stepped into Jena's arms to a very welcomed kiss. They had learned that kissing was a definite must, even if they hadn't made love to one another yet.
Jena's tongue swept her young partner's lips, which parted to allow her access. Robin's tongue met its mate at the entrance, beckoning it in. 'Come in and play,' it seemed to communicate.
Lips met lips, and hands began to caress clothed skin. Robin's flesh came alive. Her breath quickened its pace. She moved her fingers over tight nipples, fondling a button loose on her love's shirt. The kiss continued as Robin pulled back to breathe.
"Please, Jena, can we take this to the bedroom? I don't think I can stand," Robin pleaded.
Jena looked at her and grinned, pulling the young woman by her jeans into the other room. As they entered, Jena clicked off the light, plunging them into darkness with only the moonlight as their guide.
Robin leaned up and started the kiss again, unbuttoning her partner's jeans as they stepped to the bed.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Robin and Jena pulled away, reluctantly.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Jena pulled her pager from her back pocket. Robin wrapped her arms around Jena and rested her head on her shoulder.
"Damn! I told them that I was taking the day off," Jena cursed as she read the number on the tiny screen. "I'm sorry, honey. Let me see what they want. Ok?"
Robin nodded but didn't let her love go. "But I want to hold you as long as I can. I won't say anything. I promise."
Jena agreed and they walked to the phone.
After the third ring a voice answered, "Diamond Escort Agency."
"It's me," Jena stated cryptically, knowing that the woman on the other end would know her voice.
"Ah, Ms. Smith, we have a client that is in town for tonight only and he asked for you specifically."
"I told you I wasn't available tonight. I have a right to refuse service, you know."
"Yes, Ms. Smith but you've made a reputation for handling your special clients. Mr. Rosetty is in town and has requested you. He said he'd make it well worth your time. He said he was willing to pay you personally, in cash and up front," the woman said, trying to sell her on the work, knowing that they'd get a good price for hooking her up with him.
Jena looked down at Robin to gage her reaction. She knew her partner had been listening to the whole conversation. Robin looked up at her and nodded. Her expression was resigned because she knew what her love did for a living and had accepted it.
"When?" Jena asked curtly.
She listened to the answer and agreed. "I'll be ready." As she hung up the phone, Robin stepped from the couch, where they were sitting, over to their sea view window.
Jena stepped up behind her, putting her arms around her waist. "Oh, baby, I'm sorry. It's a good price and we could use it to pay off the house. It'll be ours forever."
Robin leaned her head back against Jena's shoulder. "I know. I just don't like it. You're going to see 'him'." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes," Jena answered. "And it probably won't be the last time either. You know what I do. But remember this... It's you I love. It's you whom I will come home to, not him. We may not need the money right now, but we will for our future. This will set us up for good. And you know how much I love sex for sex sake."
"I know, but this was my night. I was going to finally make love to you and have that love returned. I think somehow he found out and decided to ruin it," Robin spat out.
"Hey, none of that talk. We will make love... just not tonight. I don't want to rush it. I want our first time together to be very special," Jena whispered in her young love's ear. Robin closed her eyes against the arousal she felt coming from her partner. She turned in Jena's arms and kissed her passionately.
"What time do you have to be there?" Robin asked.
"Not until 9pm tonight. Want to cuddle until I have to get ready?"
Robin nodded as they walk back into the bedroom. Jena climbed into the bed and opened her arms. "Come're baby. Let me hold you." Robin snuggled into her soon-to-be-lover's arms.
"I love you, Jena. All of you," Robin said.
"I love you, too, Robbie. I'm sorry our plans were ruined."
"It's okay," Robin said but with enough emotion to let Jena know it really wasn't okay. She squeezed Robin tighter to her own body, trying to meld them together. She kissed the top of the strawberry blonde head.
Robin leaned up and kissed her love passionately. They laid in that same position until almost time to go. Robin's head pillowed on Jena's left shoulder - Her favorite sleeping position. Even though they had not taken their relationship to the sexual level yet, they had been sleeping in the same bed, in that same position and a few others like it, every night (every night that Jena wasn't out "escorting" one client or another).
Jena closed her eyes to rest - she had set the alarm just before they laid down so that she'd have plenty of time to dress sexy and put on make-up, which for her was always a light dusting of eye shadow, a bit of eyeliner, and a dab of shiny color on her lips. She had a natural beauty and very little cosmetics were ever needed even on the most swanky affairs.
Robin fell asleep, wrapped in love and a little bit of sadness.
As the alarm went off, Jena noticed her love was not there. She sat up, hit the alarm to shut it off, and called out to her love. "Robbie? Love, are you ok?"
Robin popped her head in the door from the living room. "Yeah, Jen, what is it?" The nap had worked it's magic and Robin appeared in better spirits than when they had fallen asleep.
"Nothing. I was just worried when I woke up and you were gone. So, what are you getting all dressed up for?" Jena asked, having noticed Robin's newer blue jeans and beautiful blue-green silk blouse.
"Tracey and Cinthia have invited me out to the club. I thought since you're escorting tonight, I'd go dancing," Robin smirked.
"Uh-huh. And just who are you going dancing with?" Jena asked sounding a bit jealous that her love wouldn't be home pinning away for her.
"It's just Cin and her girlfriend - Bianca, Tracey and her newest girlfriend. This woman is so new I haven't even met her yet," Robin teased. "So, relax. I'll probably be just dancing with Cin and Tracey..." she paused to get another tweak at her lover. "And maybe Bianca." The grin on her face told Jena she had nothing to worry about. She knew she had no right to feel jealous of Robin going dancing with their friends since she was going to be out with a client tonight. But she couldn't help it, she didn't want another person to ever touch her love the way she would and on a dance floor anything was possible.
Jena stood and made a hasty retreat into the bathroom to get dressed for work.
Cinthia, a tall woman with short, spiky, dark hair, stepped to the door of the townhouse condominium and knocked a stacco of "shave and a hair cut..." As Jena answered it, her contralto voice finished the song in it's lowest register. "... two bits." Both women laughed. They had been friends for about 5 or 6 years. Cin had been one of Jena's clients when they had first met. Cin's girlfriend, Bianca, was a little jealous of that but after spending a little time with the easy-going Robin, she came to call Jena a friend.
"Hey, thanks for taking Robin to the club. A client called at the last minute. He's one of the 'special' ones. He's got megabucks and doesn't like any of the other women at the agency," Jena explained.
"It's all right. We like Robin. She's a cutie," Cin grinned to let Jena know she was teasing. Jena nodded in agreement. "But I thought this was Robin's night. You know, that you two had planned a few things for just the two of you."
Jena gave her a sad but resigned look. "Yeah, it was. She's not happy about having our plans ruined but she understands it's just business."
"Are you and Mr. Wonderful going to..." Cin acted out an crude thrust before continuing, "you know, do it?"
"Cin that's disgusting!" Robin yelled as she entered the room. She stepped to Jena and kissed her passionately. "And it's none of your business..."
"Thank Goodness!" Cin said then shivered at the thought.
"Well, thank you for reminding me of what she may be doing tonight! I really didn't need a visual," Robin stated sarcastically as she turned in Jena's arms. Jena didn't want to let her go and that much was evident. Robin leaned back into her love, not wanting to break contact either. She put her arms over the ones encircling her waist and rested her head against the escort's collarbone. Both looked more content than any two people had a right to look and just their demeanor was enough to make Cinthia want to go back down to the car and hold her own lover.
Cin cleared her throat. "Ahem... I guess we should be going, kido. You ready?"
Robin nodded. She turned and kissed Jena passionately again. As she turned back to leave, Jena pulled her back to her and kissed her, causing the heat between the two of them to radiate out. Cinthia excused herself to be with her woman. "I'll be waiting for you down in the car." Robin broke from the kiss as the door closed.
Another knock came to the door and Robin skipped to answer it. "Did you want another show, Cin?" Robin stopped her tease as she saw it wasn't Cinthia on the other side. Warren Rosetty, a tall, roguishly handsome bachelor, stood in the doorway. Robin stared at his deep brown eyes, shivering from the hatred shooting from them. He grinned evilly and stroked his neatly trimmed moustache. Robin felt her love step up behind her.
"Come on in, Warren," Jena said, as she became all business. "I'll be ready in a minute. Make yourself comfortable in the living room."
Jena stepped outside the door with Robin. "I'm sorry, love. It's just business, remember?"
Robin nodded as she kissed Jena passionately one last time and stepped onto the elevator to go down. Jena returned to the house. "Just let me get my coat and I'll be ready to go."
As they waited for the elevator to return, Warren put his arm around Jena's waist. "I see your roommate is cute. She doesn't talk much, does she?" he tried, unsuccessfully, for light conversation. "But then she probably isn't there for talking..."
Jena whirled on him. "Let's not go there, Warren."
"Okay, geez. I was just trying to make conversation."
"Try talking about us... like where are we going for dinner?" she advised as the bell rang signifying the elevator's return. They entered and made their way to the limo and restaurant in silence. Jena's silence unnerved Warren. He had lusted after this woman for years now and all he ever got from her was that he was a client... a special client to be sure but still a client. He wanted more from her now and intended to make good on his desires.
After dinner was ordered, Warren tried again to speak with his lady lust. "Jena?" He noticed that she seemed lost in her thoughts but he couldn't for the life of him imagine what could be more important than himself.
He tried to get her attention again to no avail. Finally, he grabbed her hand, squeezing it to get her attention. "Jena, what's wrong? You seem so distant tonight."
"No, I'm fine," Jena answered tersely. In truth she had been thinking about Robin and how jealous she was that she would be dancing in another woman's arms. Even though the other women were friends and had no intentions toward her at all. And she trusted Robin, it was still unnerving her a bit. A flash of a woman, not one of their friends, dancing with Robin made her hand clench into a fist. Her jealousy flared and she felt another squeeze to her arm. 'No. I need to trust her. She trusts me and she loves me even knowing what I do. Trust her now,' her thoughts reminded her.
She pushed her emotions back and turned her full attention back to the handsome man sitting across the table from her. "I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
Warren choked down his irritation with a glass of wine. As he swallowed the alcoholic beverage, he looked lustfully into Jena's sapphire eyes. "I was asking if you were all right. You seem so far away," he stated gently.
"No. In fact my thoughts are on someone very close to me..." she left the rest unsaid. Warren smiled and took her hand again, believing it was him and their past times that she was recalling.
When she didn't pull away, he moved to the chair next to hers. "Listen, I know of a place just around the block from here where we can dance to our hearts delight. It's not the typical club with the loud music and hard beats but it has a nice ballroom type setting. What do you say we go there after dinner?"
As the waiter appeared with their meals, Jena agreed, not realizing that her love was already there.
The Club La Rose was a mostly lesbian establishment, though all types of couplings could be seen either dancing on the upper level dance floor or sitting at the many tables and booths around the stage's runway on the first floor. This club was had a wide variety of entertainment. On Monday and Wednesday Nights, the entertainment was strippers - women who felt their body was too beautiful to keep under wraps. Jena had taken a turn or two on that particular catwalk. She was very proud of her body and the fit shape it was in. Plus, since her friend owned the club, she felt it a privilege to bring in the many custoRobbies who visited on her one night a month appearance.
Robin remembered meeting her one night after watching the woman remove her clothes down to her skivvies. She had been put on this assignment: To follow up a story about prostitutes versus strippers. And Jena was one of the few people not ashamed to talk on caRobbiea the first time. Of course she was on the stripper side of the news story but her life had seen both sides.
When she first got the assignment, Robin didn't know who to talk to and she noticed that her friend, Cinthia, had been interviewed as a source for the strippers to dance. She went immediately to her friend and asked about Jena.
"Well, kido, that woman is one classy dame. She could make any profession look appealing. Why don't you come to the club tonight and watch her dance, then I'll introduce her to you," the gruff woman said. Robin, having just come out of the proverbial closet, saw her chance to go to her first gay club and took it.
She was nervous. This was her first real assignment - yes, it was just a follow up to an assignment already done but it was the first one she was actually doing all the research on herself. She saw how the previous reporter spun the tale and Robin saw the other side. She didn't see these women as degenerates at all but women who did this work because they were secure in who they were. And from seeing all the previous interviews, she saw they were proud of their bodies and happy to make others happy as well. She also noticed that the last reporter had only reported the down side to each profession. 'No wonder that reporter didn't make it in this business very long,' Robin thought. She remembered hearing a rumor that the man who did the report was now in an obscure city out in Southern California, spreading his brand of hate to the locals through a cable access religious show. 'I think his name was Carl Booker or something like that.'
She remembered meeting him once. Those black eyes and his bald head were the things she remembered with a shiver. He exuded hate. He reminded her of an overweight skinhead.
She made it to the club just in time to catch the dancer before Jena and Jena's number. As she sat at a table attached to the end of the catwalk, she stared open mouthed at the body coming toward her. Her eyes scanned all the way up and she was pulled in by those eyes. They were the sky on a cloudless day. And they seemed to twinkle at her as the woman went down right in front of her. Robin couldn't keep her eyes off Jena's own blue eyes, until the woman, a consummate professional, reluctantly turn away and gave her other oglers a peek at her flesh.
Jena made her way back to the stage entrance as the song ended. She took one last look at Robin before going through the curtain, ending another night of stripping for her.
At this time, Jena was a regular. She danced/stripped on the stage every Wednesday night. Her escorting clients were very few and she was just establishing herself. But her life was about to change. She still had not met Warren Rosetty, yet.
Cinthia came back stage to get Jena. The club owner wanted her to meet her friend, the reporter. Robin was her friend from childhood, or at least Robin's childhood. Cinthia was ten years older and babysat the young child, Robin.
"Jena," Cin called to her dancer friend. "Jena, I'd like you to come on out the main floor. There is a young woman I think you should meet."
Cinthia had a sense about her two friends. She watched as Jena danced. She saw how they couldn't take their eyes off each other. She knew if Robin could look past Jena's career choice, that they would become more than friends. And more than just causal lovers.
Jena, now dressed in jeans and a silk shirt, walked out and over to the bar. She ordered a margarita and followed Cin to the front stage table.
Robin sat nervously sipping on her wine spritzer with gingerale mix. She wasn't a heavy drinker and found that wine was more suited to her tastes than beer or other alcoholic drinks. She looked up as Cinthia and the "Goddess" (as she was liked to call Jena) stepped to her table.
"Robin, I'd like you to meet Jena Monet (pronounce: Moe-nay)," Cinthia made the introductions. "Jena, meet Robin Signoria. I've known this young woman since she was just out of diapers."
Robin blushed. Both women chuckled at the adorable reaction. Jena stuck her hand out and gently took Robin's for a friendly hand shake. "It's nice to meet you, Robin," Jena said as she released the younger woman's hand.
"Thank you. It's a privilege to meet you, Jena. You danced very well. I couldn't keep my eyes off you," Robin said, then blushed again as she realized how her words sounded. "I mean..."
Jena laughed again and accepted the compliment. "It's all right, I know what you meant. And thank you, Robin."
"What's it like?" Robin asked, her curious reporter side rising up to take over the conversation.
"What? Stripping?" Jena asked for clarification. At Robin's nod, Jena looked at her suspiciously.
"I'm a news reporter. I'm here to do a follow up on a story my station ran a few years ago by Carl Booker. It's my first assignment..." Robin tried to explain. At Jena's angry attempt at retreat, Robin grabbed her hand. "Wait. I'm not like him. I don't want to do his story. I want to know through your eyes." At Robin's words, Jena sat back down. Robin went on, "I'd like to do the story right this time. Carl was an asshole with an agenda. I don't have one and I think you're beautiful." Robin bowed her head as she blushed again when her heart spoke up. She stamRobbieed, "I mean, what you do is beautiful. You bring joy to others without hurting yourself."
Jena was becoming more and more enamored by the second. She felt a strange connection to this woman who was 5 to 7 years her junior. "How old are you? Do your parents know that you're out this late?" Jena joked.
Robin smiled, lighting up the room and Jena's heart. "I'm twenty-five. I only look like I should be in high school. So, what is it like?" Robin pressed the issue.
"Hey, Robin!" Bianca called to get her friend's attention, pulling her out of her memory. "Girl, where did you go? You seemed to be a million miles away."
"More like a few years away. You know, I met Jena just before Warren did. I was doing a story on her and..." Robin didn't get a chance to continue, as a good group dance song was played and Cinthia pulled both women onto the dance floor.
As the song ended, they returned to their table. Cinthia was called away to check on a business matter. Tracey and her girlfriend arrive a little late. "Hey, Sorry we're late. Had to do dinner," Tracey said as she goes to each woman and hugs her.
"That's okay, Trace, you just missed a few dances. It's only music," Robin said with a smile. "So, you gonna introduce us?" Robin pointed to the tall blonde woman at Tracey's side. Tracey made the introductions all around before stepping to the bar for her hourly beer.
The couples were called onto the dance floor for a slow dance, leaving Robin at the table alone. She looked on sadly. Missing her love. She remembered another night of dancing with just the four of them, Cinthia, Bianca, herself and Jena.
They were out for the night and Jena had reluctantly and with great pleading from Robin, left her pager at the condo. She and Robin were talking when Robin's favorite song - When I Fall In Love from the movie Sleepless in Seattle - came over the speakers. Robin turned to her love with her hand held in askance. "May I have this dance?" Robin asked sweetly.
Jena couldn't resist. She gave her hand and they swayed to the music. Robin with her sweet soprano voice took over the woman's verses while Jena with her contralto voice sang the male verses. And together they sang:
When I Fall In Love,
It will be forever
Or I'll never fall in love,
In a restless world like this is,
Love is ended before it's begun
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.
When I give my heart,
It will be completely.
Or I'll never give my heart.
And the moment
I can feel that
You feel that way too.
Ooohhh
Is when I'll give my heart to you.
They lost their hearts to the other that night, dancing and singing together.
They were so engrossed with each other that the failed to notice the other couples moving to form a circle around them. Jena bent down and kissed her love passionately, coming out of the kiss to hoots and hollers of the others in the club.
Robin smiled at the memory. That was the first time they had serenaded each other. And they learned that they made beautiful music together.
As the song ended, the two couples return for their beers. "Hey, kido," Cinthia teased her with the term of endearment. "You having fun?"
Robin shrugged, "I guess. It's not the same without her, though." Robin fingers her wine glass.
"Aw, it's all right, Robbie," Tracey used Jena's usual nickname for her, as she put her arm around the younger woman's shoulder. "We'll plan an outing with just the six of us next time."
"Warry will probably find out about that and ruin it, too," Robin pouted.
"Is that what happened?" Cinthia's girlfriend, Bianca, asked. Robin simply nodded. "That RAT! I was very surprised when you called. I thought this was supposed to be your special night..."
"Yeah, your first time and all," Tracey joined in with her teasing remark. Robin blushed as she nodded. The other ladies at the table joined in, too. Everyone enjoyed a good laugh, until 'THEY' walked in the door.
All five faces froze as they noticed Warren and Jena entering the club. Warren had his arm wrapped possessively around Jena's waist. She hadn't notice them, yet. The couple make their way to a table in a quiet corner of the club.
Robin's eyes never left Jena's body and invisible, angry daggers sped right into Warren's hand that rested on Jena's hip. As they moved out of sight, Robin's face showed a betrayal of utter proportions. Her tablemates tried to console her. She lightly shrugged their concerns off, knowing that she loved Jena unconditionally and would get through this challenge with her usual grace and dignity.
As the next song started up, Warren stood, offering his hand to his woman. Jena took the hand and they waltzed onto the dance floor. She danced with him, oblivious to the five on-lookers most riveted to them as a couple.
"Come on, Robbie, let's get out of here," Tracey said as all five stood to leave.
Robin started to stride to the dance floor when she was stopped by Bianca, "Whoa, hon, where are you going? What are you going to do?"
Robin put her hand up to stop any more tirades from her friends. "Don't worry. I won't embarrass myself, her or any of you..." Robin said as she stepped away from them and that much closer to her love.
"May I cut in?" Warren heard the young woman's question come from behind him.
He turned and gave her a winning smile, recognizing her as Jena's roommate and thinking he was going to get lucky with two women, tonight. "Sure, baby," he said as he stepped to dance with her.
"Thank you," Robin said as she stepped passed him and into Jena's arms.
Jena hid her smirk in Robin's hair as she went forehead to forehead with the young woman and they waltzed away from the stunned millionaire.
"That was priceless, Love," Jena stated as she led the dance. "But what are you doing here? I thought you'd be at the "Rock" Club."
As they danced, Robin shrugged, "Nah, I didn't feel like loud music, tonight. I guess it wasn't such a good idea, huh?"
"It was a fine idea. I was missing you terribly."
Robin glowed with the comment. "When are you coming home, love?" Robin asked.
"Not tonight, I'm afraid. And you'd better stop giving me that look. I've been paid to pay attention to him tonight. And before you go off pouting, just remember, he has to pay for my attentions and you never will," Jena tried to cheer her love up.
"Not true, hon. I paid with the dearest gift I have..." Robin paused for emphasis. "...my heart. Remember, that's what you hold inside there." Robin pointed to Jena's chest as the song ended. Jena leaned in and kissed her lover, passionately. Their kiss was broken as Warren stepped up and pulled Jena away from Robin and behind himself. "Hey! keep your lips off my woman!" Warren took Jena's hand and dragged her out of the club, muttering to no one in particular. Jena signed - I Love You - to Robin as the couple headed for the club's exit.
Robin gave her a half grin in return. Jena knew all was or would be just fine between her and "her" woman.
Tracey stepped up behind her friend, "How can you just stand here and watch your lover walk away with a man?"
Robin turned to her friend, "Because it's just business. He's her client, Trace. I know I should wish for her to quit but I can't. She loves to do it and she gets paid for it." Robin smiled at the double meaning of the phrase 'do it'. She remembered, as a teenager, referring to sex as 'doing it'. Her smirk was not lost on her friend. She caught the double meaning too.
"So, you don't mind her having sex with someone else? Especially a man?"
"I don't think about it too often. If I did, I'd go crazy, insanely jealous and probably end up in jail for murder. So, don't make me think about it, okay?" Robin begged.
"Sure. Wanna dance?" Robin nodded and stepped onto the dance floor with her friend.
As the limo pulled up to the hotel entrance, Warren turned to Jena. "Stay with me tonight. Please?"
Jena, feeling very aroused from her kiss with Robin, nodded absently. She knew her love would be staying at the club for most of the night since their evening was ruined.
While officially all clubs in the city had to be closed by 2am, Jena knew that Cinthia and Bianca would keep her there even after hours since they owned the place.
Warren stepped from the long black vehicle, reaching to help Jena to her feet. She was in a state of shock. She couldn't believe she'd actually said yes to not only having sex but staying all night as well.
Robin sat in their booth, exhaustion written all over her body. It was after curfew and all but the three of them had left the club already. Tracey and her girlfriend left an hour before closing. Robin knew what her friend and girlfriend were anxious to do and who was she to stand in the way. She smirked at the thought.
The young woman turned in her seat, addressing Cinthia. "Could you take me home? Please?"
Cinthia looked at Bianca who nodded. "Let's lock up and get this girl home, Bi." Cinthia implored.
Most of the place had been cleaned up already and the threesome piled into the Jeep Grand Cherokee for the ride home.
Robin exited the elevators alone. She was tired and jealous and too upset to even think about what was happening in a certain hotel room not too far from their house.
She stripped, took a quick shower to wash off the sweat and smoke, then crawled into bed, surprised to find a warm body already there. Feeling it to make sure it was really her Jena, Robin sleepily wrapped herself around her love. She felt Jena stir and asked, "What happened after you left the club? I thought you'd be staying the night with Mr. Wonderful."
Jena chuckled, wrapping her own arms around her rapidly dozing lover. She remembered saying yes to staying the night and floating through the sex with nothing but her Robbie... her love on her mind. It was the phone call Warren got that sent her packing for home. He had to get back. There had been some sort of eRobbiegency he needed to address. She didn't care. It gave her an excuse to come home. And she did, taking a shower to wash away his sent.
The young woman in her arms didn't really wait for an answer. She was just glad to have her love home. She squeezed her warm, naked, sweet smelling body pillow tighter and whispered, "Love you."
As she heard the gentle snores, Jena kissed the head pillowed on her shoulder. "Love you, too, sweetheart." Then joined her lover in sleep.
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End Part 1 of 4 - by MerryAngel