“What kind of music do you like?” Barbara asks as we walk through the rooms of the famous Number 8.
“Anything without words tonight. Jazz, I think would be nice.” I follow her into the bedroom.
“No words. I agree.” Barbara catches my hand and walks into my arms to kiss me. Lovely. I unzip her dress. It falls away. Mine follows. She’s so uncomplicated in exactly the way I need right now. After a weekend of lust she flies away.
I slide the black straps off her shoulders. My tongue tastes her neck, complex and expensive. I unsnap her brassiere. On to the floor it drops. We fall back across the bed. I’m in this perfect place of not quite plastered but feeling very liquid, everything warm and wavy around me.
“Garters and silk stockings, Barbara, such a nice touch. Thinking of me in Washington this morning?” Her panties disappear. My tongue tastes the inside of her legs teasing her. The heat from our lovemaking covers my face. I notice no agenda in my emotions, just tastes that are familiar and different, curves expected but unexplored. I inhale her and feel inebriated. Her hands curl through my hair. She sighs as I arouse her more and more.
“God, you’re a beautiful woman and I’ve caught you for myself tonight.”
I lick her. “It’s true, you have my full attention, Senator.” My tongue signals spicy. It roams more.
“I need something from you.”
I lift up from her. “What?”
“You have too many clothes on for one thing.”
She unclasps my bra and slides it away. I finish undressing myself. Her garter presses against me as I envelope her soft body. My fingers back inside her, a slow steady rhythm.
“Tell me something, Bette Porter, as you fuck me in Marilyn Monroe’s honeymoon suite.”
“Nothing tragic. I’m enjoying myself, too much.” I lean down and give her a hungry kiss hoping we don’t talk long. She touches my cheek, a signal.
“Are you too drunk to take me way back before the money and the power.” She laughs, but she’s serious.
“Interesting. I was going in a whole other direction I thought you wanted.”
“I liked it. I just want to know, are you too drunk for the other?”