Chapter 2

Flora and Flissy

After a little nap, Flora and Fliss decided they should test their ankles. The put on their clothing and went for a walk, leaving the kitten in the apartment.

Two blocks along they arrived at the outdoor café and decided to stop for lunch. They took the same table where Flora had been sitting that morning. Flora ordered a poppy seed muffin and a small salad with mandarin oranges and honey mustard dressing on the side. Fliss ordered the same. Flora took a bite of her muffin, then crumbled the rest onto the salad and drizzled the honey mustard dressing over the top. Fliss did the same.

“Good,” said Fliss. “I love the taste of this.”

“I love the taste of you,” Flora said, after a bite of the salad.

“Me too,” Fliss said. “I mean I love the way you taste.”

“Shall we go back so we can taste each other again?” Flora asked. “I think our ankles are fine.”

“I do too,” Fliss said.

They got up and returned to the apartment.

“I wonder where that naughty cat went,” Fliss said.

Flora looked under the couch where earlier they’d made love.

“Maybe in the bedroom,” Fliss said.

Sure enough, the cat was in the bedroom, on the bed, asleep.

Fliss and Flora lay back on the bed, their legs over the edge, their heads falling short of the pillows and the sleeping cat.

“Let sleeping cats lie,” Fliss said. “Or is it lay?”

“Actually it’s dogs,” Flora said.

They laughed.

Fliss put her hand on the front of Flora’s jeans. Flora put her hand on the front of Fliss’ jeans.

“So rough,” said Flora of the material. “Not smooth like underneath.”

“So dry,” said Fliss. “Not wet like inside.”

They took things slow. The sun dropped low, pushing patches of warm light into the room, across the bed.

When Flora and Fliss cried out in orgasm, the cat awoke but stayed in the bed.

Flora and Fliss made love long into the night. The next day they awoke late and after a breakfast of tea and bagels with strawberry jam, Fliss showed Flora the garden. “Such beautiful flowers,” Flora remarked.