The Color of Love?
She rolled over and felt her hand graze something soft. She looked around for the car she’d just rolled out of. Instead of seeing the car, she saw bedclothes. She looked at her hand touching the stomach of the body next to her, so smooth. Josie’s eyes slowly scanned up the woman’s body until they locked eyes.
“You’re up,” said the woman.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” Josie said, trying to sound like she knew who this woman was. After a moment, something started to click. The woman looked a lot like, like, uh, damn it. Her eyes were blue, here wife’s were hazel, but that wasn’t the only difference. This was not making sense. The woman’s energy was her wife’s.
The woman stroked Josie’s arm while they talked, eventually moving her hand over Josie’s body. She was powerless to resist at this point, still staring into her wife’s, uh the woman’s, eyes. Her own hands took hold of this woman and, she finally gave up trying to reconcile her conundrum. It was just too good to worry about it anymore; things were starting to fit, really fit. The woman rolled her over as they kissed. Josie’s whole body burned, parts aching.
Oh, Josie thought, this is amazing! Josie and the woman exchanged caresses, nibbles, thrusts, smiles. As Josie rolled the woman back over, she felt a hand between her legs. It shouldn’t have, but the suddenness shocked her. Their bodies undulated as one.
She felt an abrupt heaviness on her back. What the…? She rolled off the woman and found her cat staring her in the face. Crap, Josie thought. She pushed the cat off the bed and turned back to…
“You’re up,” said Josie’s wife.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” said Josie a little out of breath.
“You must have been sleeping hard, your face is full of color.”
“I guess I was.”