Submission by Robin Roseau

Author:Robin Roseau [Roseau, Robin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Literature & Fiction, Fiction, Lesbian, Romance, Lesbian Romance, Genre Fiction, Lgbt, Lesbian Fiction
Amazon: B00T1WML7S
Publisher: Robin Roseau
Published: 2015-01-30T08:00:00+00:00

All Good Things

We made love in the morning. After a weekend of kinky play, our Monday morning lovemaking was tame, sweet and lovely. We made love a second time in the shower, but then it was time to pack.

Then we stared at each other. I desperately wanted her to ask for my phone number. I wanted her to...

I wanted her to keep me.

Oh, I knew a full time relationship wouldn't remain as intense as the weekend had been. But Miranda had treated me exactly the way I liked being treated. Plus she was intelligent and fun to talk to besides. In and out of bed, we had seemed compatible.

But she didn't ask. Instead, she pulled me in for one more kiss before leading me to the door. She straightened my clothes, dabbed at my hair for a moment, and made sure I had all my bags.

Thirty seconds later, the hotel room door closed behind me.

We hadn't even exchanged last names.

* * * *

I wasn't stupid enough to try to analyze it. It had been a lovely weekend, far better than I could have anticipated. I'd had some amazingly good sex with a woman who had been effusive in her praise. All right; she hadn't asked for my number. She didn't intend to see me again. There could be a wide number of reasons for that.

But I thought her praise had been heartfelt, and so I was still high from it.

I was sure, I was absolutely sure she had enjoyed the weekend every bit as much as I had.

And so, I managed to do what I always did: the weekend was perfect, absolutely perfect.

Still, I was subdued for the flight home.

* * * *

"Hey, Mom," I said.

"Cassidy," Mom said. "Did you have a nice trip?"

"The best," I said.

"Did you meet a nice man?"

"I wasn't there to meet men, Mom," I said. "You know that. But I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge and I saw the redwoods. How are you and Dad?"

We talked for just a few minutes. Mom and I never talked much over the phone. We both felt telephones existed for sharing information, not for making small talk, and so the reason I had called was simply to let them know I had gotten home safely.

I didn't really have any close girlfriends to call. That was another reason for Aphrodite. So I dumped my clothes into the laundry, started a cycle, then walked up to study the statue. "It's time for a change."

I couldn't dress her in just anything. She was fixed on a pedestal, so anything I gave her either had to wrap around her or fit over her arms and head. Over the years I had taken clothing I no longer wore and altered them so they fit her.

I pulled off the swimwear she had on and replaced it with a business suit. I had a few wigs for her, so I picked one, set it on her head, then pulled it back into a bun, giving the statue a severe look, or as severe as one could make a statue of Aphrodite.

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