About For Better or For Worse
by Jodi Payne
26 pages / 11500 words
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Julie comes from money, works as a teacher and had a straight-laced upbringing. That makes it difficult for her lover, Gail, who has a hard time with conventional small talk and polite society.
Gail loves Julie and wants to be with her, but meeting Julie's family for the holidays is really creating friction in their relationship. Julie's stressed, Julie's mother is a tough cookie, and all in all, Gail would rather be home, loving Julie the best way she can. Can they make it work just in time for Christmas?
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"What time are we supposed to be there?" I look at my watch.
"I think Anna said seven."
"Are you sure it was seven? I think she might have said seven-thirty."
"Gail." Julie looks in the mirror at me. "Why do you always question my answers? If you don't want to accept what I tell you then, for God's sake, don't ask me."
Well, yeah, Julie's right. She's always right. Why do I question her answers? Habit, I guess. But I do like the look on her face when she gets annoyed with me. Her eyes flash, her shoulders straighten and she becomes peacock-like in her stature. All that lovely Taurus stubbornness turns her into a fiery goddess commanding my respect and attention.
And she's got it, damn her; it's not even worth trying to reply. I walk towards her dressing table where she sits putting on her make-up. She's chosen a green satin shirt to wear to dinner, and it's one of my favorites. I love the way satin hangs on her, hugging her shoulders and gently falling over her firm, round breasts. I stand behind her and meet her eyes in the mirror. "This shirt makes your eyes look like emeralds," I tell her, wondering if I really want to go to this dinner party at all. I'd much rather stay home and admire Julie.
I stroke the back of her neck with my fingers and I can see the gooseflesh rise there as she gasps.
"That tickles!" She grins at me.
I bend over and press my lips to the very same spot and she sighs.
"Gail, what are you doing?"
I don't answer her with words. I pull the collar of her shirt back and move my lips to the newly exposed skin.
"Gail, don't. We have to leave soon."
"Let's not go." I whisper, running my lips up the side of her neck to her earlobe.
"Gail! Anna is expecting us." Julie pauses, make-up brush in hand.
"Let's stay home." I slide my hands under her arms and around to fondle her breasts, cupping them easily, one in each palm. She gasps lightly as I rub my thumbs over the place where I know her still-soft nipples lie beneath her bra and I try to coax more out of her, nipping gently at her ear.
"Gail…"