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By Dafney Dewitt

Jenny stabbed her key into the door. She was impatient to escape the rain. Some idiot with Ohio license plates had parked a bright red Buick in her spot. She drove two blocks before finding an empty space to park, and was forced to run through the pouring rain.
Out of breath, angry, and soaking wet, Jenny stood just inside the apartment she shared with her lover, Alex. Her feet frozen in place, she looked down at the small pools of water forming around her wet shoes.
Something was wrong. The apartment smelled like a bread bakery.
A blond woman's head popped out from behind the kitchen door.
"Hi!, my name's Susan."
Jenny clung to the front door knob without speaking. She never knew what to say.Meeting new people was awkward. It made her feel shy and inadequate.
"You must be Jenny. Alex, told me all about you."
Jenny managed to mutter a reply, "You must be a friend of Alex."
It sounded so dumb. Of course, she was a friend of Alex. How else would she have gotten into the apartment? So Alex had told Susan all about Jenny.That did not sound good because Alex had never told Jenny anything about Susan. Jenny felt betrayed.
Susan flashed her a quick smile.
"You can let go of the door knob now. I promise not to bite."
Jenny looked down at her hand, squeezing the door knob in a hard, white knuckled grip ready to swing the door open and flee. Susan's smile made her feel foolish.
Sheepishly, she let go of the door handle.
"You from Ohio by any chance?" asked Jenny trying hard to appear intelligent.
"That's right," answered Susan brightly, "I must have parked in your spot."
Jenny used her fingers to brush the dripping strands of hair hanging in her face behind her ears. Irritated by Susan's smiling face and feeling like a soaking wet fool, Jenny rushed past her with an apology.
"I gotta get this wet stuff off," she mumbled heading straight for the bathroom.
In the safety of the bathroom, Jenny wasted no time. She stripped out of her wet clothes and jumped into the shower. The hot spray of the shower melted away her anger. It made her feel warm and safe.
Damn good looking, Jenny thought. No doubt about it. Susan-from-Ohio was trouble. Younger too. Alex would compare. Jenny-Susan, Susan- Jenny? Which one would he want? Jenny knew the answer. It would be Susan.
Thinking about Alex excited Jenny. She slipped her fingers between her legs touching herself.It felt good. Rubbing. Touching herself.
Feeling her knees start to buckle with desire, the shower drumming against her body, Jenny felt a wave of pleasure rising inside her.Just a bit more and the wave would submerge her in a foamy torrent of turbulence. She waited for the wave to crest. She waited for it to come crashing down.
Suddenly, Jenny screamed.
The shower water had turned ice cold.
"Shit!," she yelled, "Fucking bitch!"
From behind the bathroom door, she heard Susan's muted voice.
"Oops! Sorry, I turned on the dishwasher."
Susan turned the dishwasher off, and the shower warmed up again, but not Jenny. The moment was lost. Frustrated, she stepped out of the shower and dried off.
With one towel wrapped around her head like a turban, and another tucked around her breasts, Jenny padded into the kitchen to confront Susan.
"You're just in time," said Susan removing a freshly baked loaf of bread from the oven.
The smell was delicious. Jenny's stomach grumbled.
"I thought you might be hungry. So I cooked up a quick dinner of stuffed pork chops, corn, gravy, mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread."
"It smells wonderful," Jenny admitted out loud, but inside she was cursing. Susan not only had killer looks, she could also cook. Jenny had never learned how to cook. The entire kitchen was warm with the scent of freshly cooked food.
Susan lifted the apron over the top of her perfectly coifed hair revealing an unwrinkled flower print dress.
Little Miss Homemaker, thought Jenny. She looked so cool. Little Miss Home-wrecker. She did not look like someone who had just cooked up a complete homemade meal for two.
Perfectly composed, Susan pulled out a kitchen chair and motioned Jenny to sit down.
"Take a seat. I'll serve you," Susan smiled.
Jenny wanted to hate Susan, but her body betrayed her. The food was delicious. She found herself asking for second and even third helpings. It had been a long time since she had eaten freshly baked bread. It was delicious.
Alex had put Jenny on a health food diet so she would loose weight. It had been a long time since Jenny had savored the taste of mashed potatoes covered in gravy and real butter melting into freshly baked bread. Jenny was in heaven.
After eating, Susan bounced up, taking the plates to the sink, cleaning up. She filled the sink with hot soapy water and started washing the dishes by hand.
"Hey!" Jenny shouted, "You can use the dishwasher now. I didn't mean to scream at you like that." Jenny felt guilty. She felt terrible for hating Susan.
"That's OK," answered Susan," I like washing dishes by hand."
"Are you sure I can't help?" asked Alex guiltily.
"There is something."
"What?"
"Brush my hair out of my face."
Susan turned her head to one side.
Jenny looked.
A single strand of Susan's hair had fallen down over her left eye. She was not perfect. Jenny stood behind Susan as she washed the dishes. Carefully, she brushed the offending lock of hair back over Susan's ear.
"That felt good," encouraged Susan.
"What?" asked Jenny provocatively exhaling her hot breath into the back of Susan's neck.
"Don't move," insisted Susan.
Jenny had no intention of moving. Susan pressed back against Jenny's body. Jenny responded by grinding her towel wrapped pelvis into Susan's buttocks. Jenny lightly rubbed her breasts against Susan's back. It felt good. It felt right.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.
Susan lifted her hands out of the hot soapy water and turned to face Jenny. She kissed Jenny lightly on the lips undoing the towel wrapped around her breasts.
Jenny felt Susan's warm soapy hands caressing her. It felt so right. Jenny closed her eyes. She was afraid to look Susan in the face. Afraid that the magic spell would somehow be broken if Susan looked directly into her eyes.
Effortlessly, Susan pushed Jenny down onto the kitchen floor. Jenny's body seemed to be floating with her legs spread wide and the towel sprawled underneath her.
There were a few more quick kisses and suddenly Susan was between her legs, kissing, and then sucking with a hunger that took Jenny by surprise.
Alex never went down on her. Alex never let his raw emotions show. Susan knew what she wanted. Her tongue knew what Jenny wanted.
Jenny moaned.
It felt good.
Oh, so good.
Jenny's body responded. She started to flow.It embarrassed her. When she got excited, really sexually excited, she flowed. It was more then just moist, Jenny got soaking wet.
It both excited and embarrassed her. And the more she thought about it, the wetter she got.
Susan had turned on Jenny like a water faucet, and she sucked up the fluids making obscene gulping sounds. Like an erupting Volcano, Jenny felt herself over-flowing, helpless against the natural forces of her body.Hot streams of lava dripped down the inside of her thighs. Susan could not keep up. Jenny was pouring out onto the floor. The towel had slipped out from under her bottom. There was nothing to soak up the flood. A slick, wet pool would form on the kitchen floor like rainwater. Only Jenny would know it was something else.
In ecstasy, Jenny shook her head from side to side, her hands pushing down on Susan's head, urging her to keep licking. Jenny heard the roar of blood rushing in her ears. It was like the rushing sound of the ocean tide being sucked out, to build a wave.
In a moment, the wave would peak, the flow would reverse, and she would be swept away.
It was distant.
The sound was so distant, Jenny thought it was inside her head. A whispered cry from her imagination trying to humiliate her.But when Susan's tongue froze, Jenny's sense of reality gradually rose to the surface.
There it was again. A voice from the living room.
"Hi, I'm home. Is anyone here?" shouted Alex, slamming the front door and heading straight to the kitchen.