Sue and Tom by Buffy Andrews Page A

I think he found a new best friend.”
    I laughed. “He might not want to come home after spending the week.”
    “Well, I’m sure Chloe would keep him.”
    “What about you?” I asked.
    Sue laughed. “I’d rather keep his dad.”
    I chuckled. “Sue…” It was on the tip of my tongue and I wanted to say it. But I wanted to tell her that I loved her face to face. I wanted to look into her eyes so she could see that I meant it.
    “What?” Sue asked.
    “Nothing. They just called for the first passengers. I’ll call tomorrow. Probably won’t be until 8 or so.”
    “O kay. Have a safe trip and sleep well.”
    “I’d sleep better if you were beside me.”
    “I’d sleep better, too. Remember,” she whispered. “Shower sex Friday.”
    I hung up the phone and smiled. I was one lucky guy.
     
    ***
     
    Sue
     
    I crawled into bed and reached for one of my books on the nightstand. I had several stacked next to the phone and switched among them depending on my mood. Tonight, I was in the mood for some romance.
    Thoughts of Rachel crept into my mind. I mean, the girl was gorgeous. I wondered what Tom saw in me. She had everything I didn’t. Legs that went on forever. Boobs that, even if they weren’t completely real, beckoned like a hooker looking to score.
    Tom had told me that no matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, it’s personality that’s most important. I’m sure he’s right, but great asses and boobs to die for can’t hurt.
    I cupped my breast with my hand. One handful. That’s all. It would take a front-end loader to hold Rachel’s.
    Thinking back over the last couple of months, I realized how empty my life had been. It’s hard to miss something you never had. And even when Steve and I were together, it was never like it is with Tom. I didn’t know it was possible for a guy to make me feel so beautiful, so wanted.
    He even kissed the scars on my knees that I ’ve always been self-conscious about. He told me that the scars were part of me, that they helped tell my life story. Okay. Come on now. What kind of guy says stuff like that? Seriously. This is the first one I’ve ever come across who finds beauty in imperfection. It’s one of the things I love best about him.
     
    ***
     
    Tom
     
    The week dragged on like the day before vacation. You can’t wait for it to end so you can unwind and relax. The conference was okay, but I found myself zoning out during the sessions and thinking about Sue a lot. I called every day and was glad to hear that Klondike didn’t seem to miss me at all. By the time Friday rolled around, I couldn’t wait to get home. Sue told me that after dropping Chloe off at her friend’s, she’d bring Klondike over and stay with him until I got home. She hinted at a special welcome home.
    The entire drive home, all I could think about was having shower sex. Seeing Sue naked in the shower, dripping wet. Damn! I heard a siren and looked in my rear view mirror and saw a whirl of flashing lights. A cop was on my tail. I pulled over. Turned out I was going 85 in a 65 zone. It sure as hell didn’t feel like it.
    The last time I got a speeding ticket I was 17, trying to make it home before my junior license curfew.
    The officer waddled up to my window. His gut jutted out over his belt. Where do they find these officers , I wondered.
    “What were you thinking going so fast?” the officer asked.
    “Shower sex,” I said.
    He spread his feet apart so he could lower his head and look me in the eye. He sniffed and narrowed his eyes. “What did you say?”
    “I need to go slower, I guess,” I said, realizing this guy had zero sense of humor.
    “You’re darn right you need to go slower, son. A lot slower.”
    He wrote out the ticket, lectured some more, and I was finally on my way, a good half hour behind schedule. I was going to call Sue and tell her that I would be late, but my cellphone was dead.
     
    ***
     
    Sue
     
    I dropped Chloe off at her girlfriend’s and