Maria leaned into Juanita’s side, laying against her thighs. She couldn’t help notice how toned they were.
“She works out for real,” she thought.
The movie started and almost immediately Juanita started laughing at the visual jokes and physical humor. Maria didn’t find it as funny but really enjoyed the sound of Juanita’s laugh. She snuggled more into Juanita.
“Food’s here,” says Juanita.
“I’ll get it,” says Maria.
“Just lay it out in the kitchen and we can get what we like. Where do you keep your plates?”
“Just taking over my house are you?”
“Oops sorry. I’m used to taking charge, especially when it comes to organizing dinner.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah my dad was a cook. Whenever we had people over I had to set the table, gradually I was expected to do more, set the table, put the food out, by the time I was in high school I was helping mom pick out and make dinner.”
“But I thought your dad was the cook?”
“Oh he was but he didn’t do most of the cooking at home. It was very much his kitchen but mom made the meals. It was kind of a weird dynamic but it worked for them. Dad was in charge and the family was his kitchen staff. I really think he was grooming me to follow in his footsteps. When I told him I was going to law school I think it hurt him a little bit.”
“I’m sure he loved you and was proud.”
“Oh, for sure. He loved to tell everyone I was a lawyer. Just think he thought I’d be like him.”
Maria went and picked up the food from the front door where it had dropped off. Juamita stood by the kitchen table with her arms at her sides.
“The plates are in that cabinet there, utensils in the drawer next to the sink. I’ll put these on the table. I have a bottle of wine. Do you think we should open it or do you want to get a beer from the fridge?”
Juanita smiled.
“I think the wine would be wonderful. Would you get a couple of wine glasses and open it please?”
They laid on the couch watching the movie. Juanita had her arm around Maria as they snuggled. Occasionally Maria would tilt her face up and Juanita would give her a kiss. The movie ended and Maria cleaned up the dishes with Juanita’s help. In between they would bump up against each other and rub along each other’s body.
“Well that was fun,” said Maria, “What do you want to do now?”
Juanita smirked, walked up to her, leaned in and tilted her head. Her lips found Maria’s and she pressed in. Maria opened her mouth and Juanita’s tongue slid in. She sucked her tongue, soft moans coming from her throat. She felt her hands touch her hips and slide up her back. Her arms held her close as their tongues danced.
Maria pressed even more into Juanita. She could feel her breast pressed against hers. She felt her nipples harden. She was on fire. She pulled back.
“We should take this to the bedroom,” said Maria.
Junaita followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. In the center of the room was a queen sized bed covered with a floral print bedspread and three big pillows. They walked
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