Chapter 34: Tricia Explains

“Would you two please get in the spa with us? We have an awful lot to talk about. Lucia is Mia’s mother?”

“And my partner. The word ‘girlfriend’ sounds a little off in my ear, but Lucia is my everything.”

“Jul! Don’t make me sniffle in front of company, it’s embarrassing.”

“Hool? Oh, of course, I get it now.

“Lucia, we’re not company, we’re Mia’s unexpected but honored guests, and Willie is your daughter’s eye candy. We live next door, over that fence. Won’t you please join us in this fantastic hot water?”

Lucia started to undress.

“Tricia, you just hit my weak spot. My bad back means that I can never say ‘no’ to putting myself in there with those jets. You’ll just have to forgive and ignore my ancient, wrinkly, and saggy body.”

Mia, Gabe, and Julián all growled at her.

“Interesting! All of them growling?” Willie thought.

“Lucia, I’m changing seats. Come sit here; this one has the most jet nozzles, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, thank you. That’s good. Gabe, can we have a little air mix?”

“Oh, wow, Gabe, now the sensation is more powerful. Lucia, I heard your remark about your body. I feel I should give you a lesbian’s perspective.”

Willie turned toward her and planted a huge open-mouthed kiss on the older woman, while groping her tits. Her small hands covered only part of their fullness.

“You are a beautiful, beautiful woman, and nobody should say different, including YOU. Tricia, what do you think of her?”

Lucia was between the two of them, and when Tricia turned her shoulders toward her with lascivious intent, Lucia threw up her hands to fend her off.

“No, no, thank you; no, you’re very kind. But no. Oh! Julián! Save me, lesbians are attacking me!”

“You’re on your own, darling. I’m enjoying this too much.”

“Fuck me, I’m doomed.”

“I’ll do that later. Tricia, why the hell are you here?”

She started to explain, but Gabe stopped her.

“Sorry, we have a rule. The doctor told us it’s necessary and it’s safer. After every 15 minutes, you need to sit up on the side to cool. You two need a break, I think.”

Julián realized he was having more improper thoughts when Tricia used her arms to push her ass up and on the edge of the spa. Before he could look away, he caught a glimpse of her tangled triangle and coral pink lips peeking out.

Lucia was watching him and was not surprised that he looked. But she appreciated that he made the effort to quickly look away. As much as she loved him, her late husband Hector would have been very obviously staring right down Broadway, embarrassing her.

But Gabe and Julián made an effort to show loyalty against or over their natural inclination to be leering. That was special to her, and (likely) to Mia.

Willie asked, “I need to get one of these spas instead of listening over the fence to the jets and feeling jealous. How much did this little palace of wet pleasure cost you, if I may ask?”

Lucia answered her. “This one was $8,200 altogether. This is a six-person model; they come smaller or larger. Part of the cost is that you need to extend your house’s 220-volt line out to the back. It’s power like your electric clothes dryer might already be using with added safety protection.”

“Could you hear us talking from over the fence?”

“Not the words, just that you were talking. I’m sorry, we’re off topic. Tricia has a lot to tell you, and you all need to pay close attention, I think.”