Chloe let herself into the Moulton's house like she had done many times before, and she took her shoes off at the entry. Veronica hated shoes on her carpet. Halfway across the room, Chloe realized what she had done.
Fuck Veronica and her stupid shoe rule. She thought, remembering that she was supposed to do what she wanted now. Not to mention Veronica was having an affair with Chloe's husband.
Chloe patted Geoffrey's head as he came to greet her. He was a Doberman Poodle mix and a bit bi-polar, but at the moment, he seemed fairly normal. Then Chloe did more thinking about what it was she wanted to do and how everyone else, Jon and Veronica, did whatever he or she wanted with no concern for Chloe.
Chloe wandered around the house and ended up in the bedroom, where she stood clenching and unclenching her fists.
She gritted her teeth then took off her striped pink polo shirt that matched so many of Jonathan's polo shirts.
Not realizing what she was doing, she just knew she was upset, and rightfully so. She wanted these Jonathon approved clothes off. After all, she made sure the house was perfect for Jonathan, cooked his dinners most nights, and made his lunches and breakfast every morning. She woke up early and got his coffee ready and going. Of course, as soon as he left for work, she slipped back into bed for a few more minutes.
It was she that worked full time at her dad's company running the office to make enough money to send Jonathan and herself to school for his accounting and her business management degrees. Even though he told her there was no need for her to get a degree too. It was her family house they lived in that her father left her when he died. It was her car they used for seven years until it fell apart finally, and Jonathan got a highly discounted car from his father's Dealership that she paid for.
She thought, and she fumed, and she unbuttoned her straight-lined khaki shirt and shimmied it down. Standing in her new matching purple lace panties and bra, she stepped out of her skirt and stood to stare at the bed, her lips pinched into a thin, determined line. She wasn't going to be tied down to what Jonathan wanted. She was going to do what she wanted. She wasn't sure how much time had lapsed as she stared at the bed, thinking up ways she could kill Veronica and Jonathan and dice them up. How they had humiliated her and all that she had done for them. She wouldn't do it, of course, but she could imagine it.
Veronica had been her best friend. They'd met in college before Chloe dropped out
because it was too expensive. They were nearly inseparable. Since Kendra had moved to Los Angles, Chloe spent all her time with Veronica. They laughed together, and she cried on Veronica's shoulder when her dad died. Veronica cried on her shoulder when her mom moved an hour away to a lake house with her new husband. She felt like she was a sister. It felt like merely a minute had passed, and then Chloe felt a hand on her shoulder.
"I see you went with my idea," Nicki whispered into her ear. She was so numb from all her thoughts she barely responded. She could feel his breath caressing the shell of her ear as his words slid into her. Oh! She hadn't been thinking that. She was just shedding Jon out of her thoughts because she realized she'd done it again and put on the clothes he wanted. She wanted to get rid of Jon's control and ended up in her bra and panties.
And now there she was as Nicki's hand moved its way down her back. She sighed, and her bra was undone and being slid over and off her shoulders. She began to feel it again what she briefly felt at the restaurant. The drive. The want. The need. She felt the heat of his cute pouty lips as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hands came around her front and cupped her breasts. She moaned as he pinched her nipples and then twisted each one. He pulled her against him, and she could feel him through his suit pants as he still squeezed and massaged her breasts one at a time in one hand. His other hand moved down her stomach, under the elastic of her panties, and into her...Oh, the phone was ringing, and they both froze. They stood there silently, unmoving except for the sound of them quietly panting and the phone ringing. It finally stopped, and Nicki's hand continued its course.
"Nicki…" Chloe moaned and leaned her head back as he clumsily cupped her mound and began to pet her lightly. She twisted her head up and over to him, and their mouths found each other, and just like that, she came alive. She found the water her dry, parched lips so desperately craved, and she wanted more.