Rachel Woe is a fellow Sister In Smut, and a forbidden love junkie! She is ridiculously smart, sensitive and all of the things that I like in a writer and human. Her story “Wading In,” was recently featured on Bellesa.co (you can also find my story “Amaretto Sour” there) — stories of which are edited by our fellow Sister in Smut Jayne Renault. This story is amazing! I immediately wanted Rachel to guest blog, and share an excerpt with us. You are going to love it and her!!! She is a romantic after my own heart.
I’m the sort of person who needs to be dragged kicking and screaming into things. New things, scary things. Even enjoyable things, particularly when it comes to socialization. I’ve written about my experiences with social anxiety before, and although my new short story “Wading In” isn’t about anxiety, it does address emotional limitations. Specifically, the limitations we adopt when life finally seems to be going our way. Maybe the bulk of our needs are being met, but there are still certain luxuries we won’t permit, certain indulgences we convince ourselves we’re better off without.
Lorelai, the main character in this story, is a strong, smart, independent divorcee, happy with her job and with her home. It’s taken her a long time, but she’s finally over her ex and has forgiven herself for the mistakes she made in her marriage. She doesn’t need a partner, and she’s more than capable of satisfying herself in the bedroom.
But she can’t stop thinking about the handsome new neighbor two doors down, and although her head is convinced that the last thing she needs is a complicated tryst to upset her emotional equilibrium, her libido has other ideas.
When she runs into her hot neighbor during a midnight skinny dip, there’s no denying their attraction.
Maybe it’s time Lorelai let someone get close enough to touch her.
Excerpt from “Wading In”
No breeze rustled the curtains and the sheet felt damp beneath my back.
It was too hot to sleep.
Normally, when I felt restless, I’d rub one out and let the post-orgasmic haze lull me into unconsciousness. Sweat-soaked and overheated, I couldn’t imagine getting hotter and more bothered than I already was.
But that didn’t stop my mind from going there.
It’d been two years since I had sex, but I hadn’t forgotten what it was like to have a man’s lips on my neck, and his hard, pulsing cock in my fist. Of course, Will’s was the first face I imagined. Will’s mouth on me, his cock in my hand.
My pelvic muscles tightened at the thought. I considered raiding my bedside drawer for a toy, but the effort alone would’ve been too much. I scowled at the ceiling fan and thought about going to get a glass of water, till I remembered that after everything, I’d forgotten to buy ice.
The sheet stuck to my back as I tossed and turned, then rolled to face the window. No lights shone from inside Alma Crowley’s house. I pictured her sleeping soundly in her air-conditioned bedroom, her criticisms from that afternoon echoing in my mind: I was a shut-in who didn’t know how to have a good time.
It was an unfair assessment. Just because my idea of fun didn’t involve getting tipsy at potlucks didn’t mean I was miserable. Ever since the divorce, I had made a point to pamper myself with calorie-rich foods, and pedicures, to say nothing about my extensive sex toy collection. I was perfectly capable of indulging myself when I wanted to.
And tonight, I wanted to.
Tossing back the sheet, I rose from the bed and threw on a T-shirt and shorts. Pippa lifted her head from where she lay sprawled out on her dog bed. I told her to stay, then padded downstairs, out the back door and into the night.
The moon was bright enough to see by. I didn’t bother trying the gate in case I tripped the censor light on Alma Crowley’s garage. Instead, I opted for the stepladder I’d been using to paint my shutters.
Once I was over the fence, I moved silently across her yard, though I doubted she could hear me with all her windows closed. Moonlight glinted off the ripples on the built-in pool. Feeling giddy, I stripped out of my tank top and shorts, and made my way around to the shallow end of the pool.
A soft moan floated from my lips as I descended the four large steps. Even at lukewarm, the water felt delicious against my hot skin. Dunking under to wet my hair, I propelled myself toward the center of the pool, then resurfaced. I wiped the water from my eyes and breathed a contented sigh.
“Feels great, doesn’t it?”
“Jesus!” I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of Will’s voice. I scanned the water until I spotted him, tucked around the bend in the kidney-shaped pool. “What are you doing here?”
“Same thing you are,” he said. “Taking a midnight dip. Sorry if I scared you.”
He didn’t sound sorry. He sounded amused. I moved to cover myself, though I doubted he could see me in the dark. “Why didn’t you announce yourself?”
“Calling out wouldn’t have been very smart, since I’m not supposed to be here. And seeing as how you snuck in over the fence, I’m guessing neither are you.”
“Not exactly.”
Will swam away from the side, pushing himself toward the center, toward me. His teeth glinted. “Honestly? I was admiring the view.”
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