The Rest of Us by Jessica Lott

Author:Jessica Lott
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Literary, Fiction, Contemporary Women, General
ISBN: 9781451645873
Publisher: Simon and Schuster
Published: 2013-07-02T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Monday. I was waiting for Rhinehart outside Customs, empty-handed, without even a purse, my fists thrust in my pockets.

In the swarm of people rushing through the doors I saw him before he saw me—he was in the same jeans he’d left in but he was tan, leaner, unshaven, as if he had spent months trekking across difficult country. He was searching the faces around him, cautiously smiling, and I saw the deep creases under his eyes that appeared when he was overtired. I thought, “how handsome he is,” and went up to him, and before he could focus on me, kissed him on the mouth. He took my face in both his hands and said, “Here you are.” He filled the entire frame, and behind him, distantly, I heard the sounds of the airport, rattling baggage carts and the squeal of taxi brakes, announcements.

He was smiling. “I’m so glad you came.”

“I emailed you to say I would.” I put my arm around his waist, and we walked through the sliding glass doors to the car.

“Yes, but it was so short. I wasn’t sure if you’d change your mind. I became less certain the longer the flight was in the air. I tried to call you during the layover, but I couldn’t reach you.”

“You did?” I looked up at him. “I think I like being the mysterious one.”

“It’s agony putting your feelings out there. I checked my email more in the last two weeks than I have all year.”

I laughed and he kissed me again. “We’re in for it now, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” I said. “But we’re ready.”

I thought I remembered what it had been like to have sex with Rhinehart but I’d gotten everything rearranged. There had been other men in the way, and I had been different back then, inexperienced and shy. Before Rhinehart, there’d been college boys, still in their teens, with awkward, overly wet or hard-lipped ways of kissing. One used to get so excited during sex, it was if he were pumping away on a swing, trying to lift off into the air without me, his head buried in the pillow next to my ear.

Perhaps I had changed. With Lawrence I was always dominant, using tricks Rhinehart had most likely taught me, and which I later incorporated into my routine. How to pulsate the tongue when giving a blow job, or to make a C-curve with my spine while I was on top, so I caught the head of his penis on a ring of slipping muscle, and with an ecstatic squeeze, released it.

But Rhinehart was still the one in control here, although it seemed for a while we were competing until I yielded. His focus, his warm grip on my wrists, turning me over, leading me. How quiet he was, only the sound of his concentration, his breathing. And I was cut loose of any responsibility, free to swim around near the ocean floor. Because he was new to me again, I was watching him, my eyes as big as dinner plates, he said.

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