Moments later, they were in Allison’s living room and Naima’s wife, Tasha, sent a text saying that she was taking the girls over to Roshanda’s house, her best friend who also had a 4 and 2 year old. Naima sat on Allison’s sofa and watched her flit around her apartment preparing tea, pulling out old pictures, and talking a mile a minute about growing up overseas.
Naima never realized that Allison never made eye contact with her the entire time until she stopped moving and held her gaze. Naima held her breath.
“I’m sorry. I do that sometimes when I’m not sure what to say or do. Just talk. I figure I’ll talk my way to whatever point I meant to have.”
Naima said nothing and just looked into her hypnotic.
Allison dropped to her knees, rested her hands on Naima’s upper thighs and kissed her. Long, deep, gentle, and full. It was the moment of relief.
Words were no longer necessary as the furious kisses said it all. Naima returned the kiss, biting Allison in the space between her jaw and neck. She moaned and held her chin up higher, exposing more flesh for Naima to consume. Allison somehow ended up straddling her lap and released Naima’s body of its shirt, camisole and bra in one swift motion. It didn’t occur to Naima that she should feel hesitant or ashamed being exposed this way in front of a virtual stranger. Allison ran her tongue from across Naima’s collarbone, between my breasts. When she got to the top of her abdomen, she backed away and turned Naima over so that she was kneeling facing the sofa. Allison slowly caressed her shoulders and traced gentle kisses down her spine. Naima wanted to give all of herself. So, she opened her legs, signaling exactly what she wanted. Allison reached between her legs, feeling her clit through the beyond-soaked panties. There was nothing but an illusion of barrier between Naima’s pussy and Allison’s fingers.
“Hey Song! How did the research come along?” Tasha began that nickname for her wife after their first date when Naima shared that she had been named after the Coltrane ballad. As Tasha kissed her on top of her head, Naima continued facing the screen as to not betray her flushed face. She feigned fatigue instead. “It was fine,” Naima yawned. “So much left to do.”
“Well I’m not going to bother you. I left the girls at Roshanda’s since they fell asleep there. Do you think you can pick them up from there in the morning and take them to school? I told Ro you would..”
Naima clenched her jaw at her wife setting up Naima’s obligations under the guise of asking . Just because she didn’t work outside of the house, it seemed like her wife felt that her time was disposable.
“That’s no problem. I’ll take care of it before I work on my proposal.”
“Oh Song, I forgot about the proposal. When is that meeting with the potential funders again?”
“It’s tomorrow afternoon, but I think I’ll be ready. I spent some time at the University today getting some more research done, so I should be okay.” Naima hesitated about mentioning Allison. Even mentioning her casually might pique her wife’s curiosity. Naima barely understood what happened herself, so she could hardly think clearly enough to divert her wife’s hypothetical questions.
She looked over to see if Tasha would ask her anything else about her day, but Tasha’s eyelids were lowering and fighting to open again.
“Tasha?” Naima broached.
“Hmm? I was just thinking. That’s great, Song. Really great. I’m proud of you.” Tasha gushed, pretending she hadn’t been on the verge of sleeping.
“Go to sleep Babe. I’m going to stay up a little longer.” Naima rolled her eyes and went back to pecking on her keyboard.
“You sure? I’m all ears if you want to talk about the proposal some more.”
“It’s okay. I’m fine. Enjoy your sleep.” Naima fought back the knowing loneliness. As soon as she heard the steady breath of her wife’s sleep, she picked up her phone to see she had two missed texts. Though Tasha hadn’t seen it, Naima’s heart raced at the thought that she could have seen the text from Allison.
“Thinking of you and tasting you on my lips.”
She quickly deleted it and saw the next was from her younger sister, Aretha.
“Call me. Something’s going on with Mama.”
Not this shit again, Naima thought. She glanced at the clock that read 10:07 and decided that she had no more energy to deal with anything else today.