Hidden Desires (12 page)

"Do I really have to answer that question?"

"Why would I do something like that?"

"Maybe you should tell me?"

"Jo, you're pissing me off now. Stop answering my questions with questions."

"That Brooke got to you in a big way."

"Where the hell did she come from now?" Cayden asked, tossing the bag of Cheese Doodles on the counter in disgust.

"Oh, yeah... it's her. I saw the way you two looked at each other in the park. It was right out of a tacky movie. I swear I saw sparks."

"Shut up. There were no sparks. We just recognized each other is all." Cayden argued.

"You shut up. Just admit it Cayd, you're head over heels. Totally fucked."

"Oh, I'm fucked alright." Cayden pouted. "Shit, Jo, what am I going to do?" she whined pathetically.

"Oh honey..." Jodie rubbed her friends leg. "I knew this was what was going on. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, me too. I didn't expect to like her..."

"Like her?"

"Okay, I want her in the worst way." Cayden slumped lower in her chair. "I never felt like this about anyone. I hardly know her! Dammit Jo... she's straight for gods sake!" Cayden said with frustration.

Jodie looked sympathetic. "Honey, I don't hate to tell you this, but she looked at you like you were a cinnamon bun and she was starving to death."

Cayden smirked. "Yeah? You know... I thought so too. Even when she was here, I could have sworn she was interested. Then she throws her boyfriend at me." The shopkeeper stopped talking and sighed heavily.

"Damn. You finally find her and you can't even have her."

"It's not fair!" Cayden pouted again, picked up the Cheese Doodles and ate one.

"I tell you what, she was definitely into you, there was no mistaking that. I have no idea why she brought up her boyfriend, unless she was reminding herself. I saw the way she acted." Jodie paused to eat a Cheese Doodle. "I think, if the opportunity arises again, you should call her on it."

"I can't do that." Cayden said rolling her eyes.

"Oh, yes you can. You'd be surprised."

"Jo, if she comes in here again I bet I'll act like a total moron and embarrass myself."

Jodie chuckled. "Give it a try Cayden. Just thinking about your next meeting and planning out what your going to say will make it easier. You'll be able to do it."

"Yeah, whatever." Cayden agreed reluctantly.

Jodie took the entire bag of Cheese Doodles away and began to eat them. "So, what else is new?"

"Wade has a date." Cayden said, stealing back the bag.

"Hey, those things are addictive! You can't just allow me one or two and take them away." The waitress reached in and took a bunch out and smiled in satisfaction. "So, Wade has a date. Our little boy is all grown up."

"Yeah well he better be all grown up, he's wearing my black silk shirt."

"It must be great to have a man around who wears the same size as you. Think of all the sweats and T-shirts!"

"Eh. I don't borrow his sweats. Something icky about having my personal where his balls were..." Cayden scrunched up her face.

"Ew Cayd!" Jodie grimaced and laughed at the same time. "You wear panties!"

"
You
wear panties.." She wiggled her eyebrows. "I prefer to go au natural in sweats."

"TMI"

 
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Brooke downed quite a bit of alcohol as the morning drifted into afternoon. Mary turned out to be more fun than Brooke anticipated and there was alot of giggling to be had as they played "boxers or briefs" with the Country Club lot. The blonde was pleasantly surprised with the turn of events, and whether it was the drinking or her misconception of Mary, it didn't matter. She was actually having a good time at the Country Club for a change, and with Mary of all people.

"You know Mare, I can call you Mare can't I? This was a pretty good morning." Brooke said drunkenly.

"Yes, I agree! We should do this more often." Mary suggested, then excused her small hiccup.

Brooke smiled politely. She wasn't a drunk and had a feeling she would have to be to enjoy Mary's company on a regular basis. "That would be nice." she said with a nod, having no intention on following through.

A flouncy woman, who was at least fifteen years younger than the man she was hanging onto, captured their attention and they both giggled.

"Panties or a thong?" Brooke asked.

Mary craned her neck to get a good look at the departing duo. "Neither. But he's definitely wearing boxers."

"Uh uh, nope. He's wearing a latex g-string and matching bra." Brooke said seriously. "For foreplay, she dresses up as Julia Child and beats him with lasagna noodles."

Mary was unable to close her gaping mouth so her laughter was loud and raucous. The highly unladylike sounds emanating from the usually refined woman brought Brooke to near hilarity and the two of them eventually drew attention to themselves.

After calming down a bit, Mary wiped her eyes and stared at Brooke in amazement. "Where did that come from?" she asked, still giggling.

"I have HBO, I watch Reel Sex sometimes." Brooke slurred.

"Oh my! The last time I stumbled across that show, they were doing a sing on thwingers." she said with a sour face, then knit her brow in confusion. "I mean, a thing on swingers."

Brooke snickered at Mary's tipsy flub.

Mary opened her eyes wide. “Have you SEEN some of those people? No wonder they want a fresh face."

"There was this one show about piercing, that almost made me sick." Brooke said, after finishing her glass of champagne. "I suppose a navel or even a nipple is ok, but really... the things people pierce!"

"I am a firm believer in keeping some parts intact. There are some things that just shouldn't have holes in them. Imagine one of those women with a nipple ring trying to breast feed? Milk squirting every which way." Mary shook her head in disgust and signaled the waiter.

"I don't know, I think that nipple rings are kinda hot." Brooke said quietly, her mind wandering to Cayden, trying to imagine what her nipples look like and wondering if they're pierced.

"Oh? So, this mysterious fantasy person has a nipple ring?" Mary inquired, leaning close to Brooke.

Brooke backed away from the woman and fanned herself. "I don't know." She said defensively.

"Hmm. You aren't going to tell me who it is are you." Mary stated.

Brooke blushed. "I don't think I should."

"Why? If I don't know...
them
... then there's no harm done." Mary pushed.

Oh god, she knows! She knows its a woman!
Brooke panicked at first, then thought about it for a moment, squirming under the scrutiny. "No, I can't." She decided.

Mary leaned back in her chair, disappointed.
Darn. I'm just dying to know!

Brooke studied her new glass of champagne.
I can't tell her, she'll tell Terry and he'll tell Grant. I have enough trouble with Grant as it is. But boy, I'd love to be able to get it out to someone. Oh! Bev! I can tell Bev!

Mary noticed Brooke's sudden change of expression from pouty to thrilled.
I'd so love to know what's going on in her head.

Just then, the same young woman with the old man wandered by and Mary slapped Brooke on the arm.

Picturing the old man in latex sent champagne shooting out of Brooke's nose. "OW! GOD!" she yelped between guffaws of laughter.

Mary, just as drunk and laughing even louder tried to blot Brooke's nose with a napkin that turned out to be the tablecloth. The two inebriated women laughed even harder as glasses and dishes started hitting the floor, shattering in all directions.

 
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"Isn't that your wife making a scene?" Grant asked, upon seeing Mary in the midst of the chaos.

"Good lord, yes! And she's with Brooke!"

By the time the two men got there, Brooke and Mary were in tears, they were laughing so hard.

"Mary! What are you doing?" Terry asked angrily, gesturing to the flock of waiters trying to clean up around them.

Grant could see immediately that they were drunk and his ears turned red. "Brooke, what has gotten into you?" he asked calmly, as he pulled her out of her chair a little roughly.

"Hey!" She protested pulling her arm back and nearly falling over. The flurry of activity going on around her was making her dizzy.

"Let's go home, Honey. I think you need a nap." Grant said in a controlled tone.

"Yes, I agree." Terry said tersely and tight lipped, as he helped Mary up. "Great game by the way, maybe next time you'll let me win?" he tried joking.

Grant gave him a long suffering look as he wrapped his arm around his teetering, giggling girlfriend.

"Brooke, dear, you have yourself a faaabulous nap." Mary said with an obvious wink.

Brooke blushed. "Oh I sure will, I sure will. To sleep perchance to dream." she slurred.

"Ah, yes. " Mary agreed wiggling her eyebrows. "You be sure to give
them
a little something for me, but stay away from the lasagna." The drunk woman almost cackled with laughter at her own joke.

"Okay ladies, time to go." Terry said, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist for support.

Grant forced a smile as he grasped Brooke tighter than he should have.

"OW! You're hurting me!" She whined trying to pull away.

"Don't want you falling down... dear." Grant said through his teeth.

Brooke narrowed her eyes. "Yeah, I may embarrass you." she sneered. "Hey Mary!" she shouted across the patio, "Tighty Whities!" she yelled while pointing to Grant's crotch.

Mary broke out into hysterical laughter nearly toppling both Terry and herself over.

"BROOKE!" Grant steamed, dragging her away from the people.

"You need color Grant. Blues, or reds.... your underwear is as boring as you are." she said a little loudly.

Grant took a deep breath and tried not to make eye contact with anyone. "Must we talk about this now?"

"Why the hell not?" Brooke threw her hands up in the air and nearly fell. "Whoa..." she complained.

Grant led her through the club and into the parking lot with no further incident, then loaded her into the car. "You're not gong to throw up or anything are you?"

"Nope!" Brooke answered happily. "I feel great! Perfect!" She shouted.

"Jesus, Brooke! Keep it down!" Grant slammed her door shut and ran around to the driver's side.

The blonde giggled and waited until he was inside the car. "You need to loosen up Grant ol' boy."

"I'm loose enough thank you." he said as he started the car. He had to remind himself that she was drunk and probably doesn't realize she's being rude.

"You're as loose as your tighty whities."