Chapter 10

Naomi pulled herself together and explained that the director of her program was booked for a weekend conference in New York City but that he couldn’t go. Since the room and conference registration fees were non-refundable, her agency arranged to send her instead rather than forfeit the funds. They even managed to transfer the plane tickets for a nominal fee.

“So all you have to do is get that lovely ass of yours to New York on Friday,” Naomi continued with a shriek of excitement in her voice, “and we can have three days to hang out in the Big Apple together!”

Sarah ran through her schedule in her head. “I’m sure I can move a few things and take Friday off.” Tingles of excitement were starting run through her body as the mental logistic were falling into place. “I think we have enough points with Amtrak for a free round trip ticket too.”

“I can’t believe we’re going to see each other in three days!” Naomi shrieked.

“Let me check with John to make sure I’m not forgetting anything, and I’ll call you back.” Sarah squeezed her thighs together and could feel the dampness that collected in her crotch at the thought of seeing her best friend. After Naomi said goodbye, she immediately brought up her work calendar on her phone and looked at what needed to be moved.

“Four!” exclaimed John, followed by laughter.

“Five!” yelled Michelle, followed by more laughter.

The sounds, numbers, and laughter grew louder as Sarah got closer to the kitchen, but with her nose buried in her phone, she hardly noticed. “John, what’s our password to Amtrak.com?” she asked as she entered the kitchen and nearly stepped on a seedless grape.

“Nine!” John shouted.

Sarah looked up from her phone and watched the green grape as it arced from the far side of the table where John was seated, over the chandelier, toward Michelle, who was standing at the sink rinsing dishes. Her daughter craned her neck while she held onto the countertop, contorted her torso and caught the projectile on her outstretched tongue.

“TEN!” John and Michelle shouted together, ran toward each other, and exchanged a high-five.

“Will you two ever grow up?” Sarah joked and joined them in their celebration.

Ever since she was a young girl, John taught Michelle how to make a game out of everything. Whether it was grocery shopping, loading the dishwasher, or shoveling the driveway, they would make it into a competition which always made the task more fun. And god-forbid one ever dared the other. At least they’re not throwing my good china around Sarah thought to herself and tried to remember why she came into the kitchen in the first place.

“Do we have anything planned this weekend?” Sarah asked the newly crowned fruit-catching champs.

“No, why?” responded John.

“Naomi will be in The City at a conference this weekend, and she wants me to come down and stay with her.”

John looked at Sarah and raised an eyebrow. He was well aware of the special relationship she had with Naomi from before he and Sarah ever met, and he was okay with it. He then caught the way Michelle was looking at him, and given the situation growing in his pants, he was happy to be seated at the table.

“She doesn’t want me to come down too?” John replied with a playful tone. He often teased his wife in private moments about trying to arrange a threesome with Naomi.

“You’d be bored, it’s just going to be a lot of shopping, and girl talk, and whatnot,” Sarah said with a wink then added, “you and Michelle will have three days to try and break your grape catching record, or whatever you two will get up to.”

“You go and have fun, Mom, and I’ll make sure Daddy doesn’t get bored,” Michelle innocently replied while kissing her mother on the cheek. “Oh, and give this one to Aunt Naomi for me when you see her,” she added and kissed her mother on the other cheek.

The rest of the week flew by. Friday morning, John pulled into the Amtrak station at 4:30am to drop his wife off for the 5:10am train.

“Remember our rules,” Sarah said to John, then leaned over and placed a long, wet kiss on his lips.

“Of course I do,” replied John. He reached down to adjust his hardening cock. “No limits, No lies,” John repeated the oft utter phrase before Sarah’s weekend visits with Naomi.