Class Reunion (15 page)

Jen waited until she could hear the sound of Amy’s feet trudging up the stairs to her bedroom. “What was all that about?”

“Your sister called today.” Heather dropped light, lingering kisses along her neck. Even after ten years, a single kiss could send ripples along Jen’s skin.

“Really? And just what did she have to say?” It was almost a joke. Jennifer spoke to her sister nearly every week.

“That Allison has been badgering her again.” Heather was nibbling now, causing goose bumps on Jennifer’s arm. “She wants to come out for the sumŹmer.”

Jennifer chuckled. “I’m not surprised. I guess I just assumed that she’d come out again this year.” She lifted her hands, covering Heather’s where they lay at her waist. She settled back in her lover’s arms. “Is it all right with you if she comes back?”

“Of course.” She lifted her lips from Jen’s neck and stepped around beside her, joining her at the railing. “I know Amy can’t wait to see her. And it will be good to have someone else her age around. I worry about her sometimes. She doesn’t seem to have a lot of friends.”

Jennifer raised an arm to wrap it around Heather’s waist, gently pulling her close. “Amy’s a wonderful girl. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” She reached out a hand to push a strand of hair back from her lover’s brow, taking a moment to look into her eyes. “She’s happy, Heather.”

“I know she is. But she doesn’t have any special friends, really.”

“She and Allison are close.”

“We have the phone bill to prove it,” Heather conceded, but continued her musing. “She never talks about boys, either. Does she talk about them to you?”

“Not much,” Jen admitted, then she grinned. “Hey, maybe she likes —”

“Don’t be a pig.” Heather slapped Jen’s arm playfully. “We’re talking about our daughter.”

“I know. I know. I just remember what I was doing when I was sixteen.” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and grinned.

“I know what you were doing when you were sixteen. I also know whom you were doing it with,” Heather retorted as she placed a well-aimed elbow to Jennifer’s ribs.

Jen grimaced. “I guess maybe we shouldn’t go down that road.”

Heather wrinkled her nose and laughed. “No. Let’s not. But that reminds me.” She turned in the circle of Jen’s arms, sliding her hands up to play with the thick hair that just reached the collar of Jen’s T-shirt.

Jennifer eyed the other woman’s playful smile, knowing she was up to no good. “Uh-oh.” She squinted into twinkling eyes. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.”

“Uh-huh.”

Heather laughed. “It’s not me. It’s your sister.” She leaned forward to place a wet kiss on Jen’s chin.

“She said there was a notice in the paper last Sunday.”

Jen held her at arm’s length, her brow pulled down with worry. “Who died? Is everything all right?”

Heather nodded, feigning seriousness. “It seems that they’re looking for members of the George Washington High School class of seventy-seven.”

Jen blinked, not getting the hint.

“They’re having our twenty-year class reunion in August.” Heather grinned, showing even white teeth. “Wanna go?”

Jennifer groaned, throwing back her head and chuckling loudly. “No way.”

“Oh come on,” Heather gave her a squeeze. “Sally said she had a wonderful time at her reunion last year.”

“I’ll bet she did,” she laughed. Then she let her eyes travel over her lover’s face, savoring each detail. “Has it really been ten years?”

“It has.” Heather snuggled back into Jen’s arms, burying her face against Jen’s neck.

Jen held her tightly, a soft smile hovering on her lips as she thought of the past. “Do you remember the first time we made love?”

“Of course.” Heather alternately nibbled and kissed Jen’s neck. “It was right in that room.” She nodded toward the open doors that led to the bedŹroom.

Jennifer smoothed back the hair on Heather’s brow, then let her hands begin to wander. No matter how familiar she was with her lover’s body, she never tired of the feel of her smooth skin beneath her fingers. “Technically, I believe the first time was out here.”

Heather’s hands were on Jen’s breasts, and Heather heard with satisfaction the sharp intake of Jen’s breath. “Are you sure about that?” She pushed the T-shirt aside and lowered her head just enough to slide her tongue across one nipple.

“P-positive.” Jennifer breathed heavily with anticiŹpation, her own hands finding skin beneath Heather’s shirt.

“Hmm. I don’t think so, Jenny.” Her fingers and tongue continued their dance. “Do I have to remind you how it was? Where it was?” She lifted her head to look into Jen’s eyes.

Jennifer gazed back from beneath lids heavy with arousal. “Uh-huh,” she nodded, grinning. She leaned down, meeting Heather’s lips with her own, their tongues meeting and joining and stirring familiar passion.

Their hands were wandering in earnest now, slipŹping inside the waistbands of each other’s shorts, relishing the feel of each other’s body.

“Have I told you that I love you?” Jen asked, as she often did.

“No. Not today,” Heather laughed, her breath catching in her throat as Jen found the dampness beŹtween her legs.

“Well, I do,” Jen whispered, suddenly quite serious. She lifted her head, and watched the growing rapture sliding across her lover’s face. “I’d do anyŹthing for you, you know.”

A smile touched Heather’s lips; coherent thought left her as Jennifer’s fingers found her center. She struggled to open her eyes, unwilling to give in just

yet.

“So we can go then?” Her lips were open, ready for Jen’s kiss. “Go where?”

“To the reunion.” Her lips found Jennifer’s, kissŹing her soundly. She was fading fast.

“Anywhere,” Jen whispered against her mouth. “I’ll go anywhere.”

With a soft chuckle deep in her throat, Heather gave in to the pleasure, wrapping herself in the exquisite joy that was her lover.