CHAPTER 2
Mac could hardly concentrate at work wondering when she would hear from Jammie. As time passed she began to worry that she might not hear from Jammie at all. She worried that Jammie had time to think about what she was doing and decide she did not want Mac in her life. What would she do? This wasn't just any woman. This was the daughter of her boss, the Vice President of her company. Mac sat at her desk with her head lowered on her arms as she moaned, "Shit what am I doing?"
Suddenly she was startled by a buzz from Betty her administrative support.
"Yes?"
"You have a call on line one, a J. D. Lewis. She wouldn't give me any reason for needing to speak with you, but said you would take the call"
"Who? J.D. Lewis?"
"Yes. As I said the caller wouldn't give a reason."
"Betty, I don't have time. I don't know any Lewis."
Lewis? Morgan thought oh… "Wait Betty, put the call through".
"Hello? This is Morgan Christian" Mac said in her professional voice incase it wasn't who she thought it was.
"Hello back" came the sultry, sexy voice on the other end of the line.
Mac relaxed against her plush leather chair, smiling as she listened to Jammie's voice on the line.
"I was worried you might not call and then I would have to make a fool of myself by trying to nonchalantly find out your phone number from your father's admin support" Mac confessed.
"Now I wouldn't want you to make a fool of yourself over me unless of course I get to watch."
Jammie's easy laugh made Mac began to feel a slow blaze in her crotch. What was it about this woman who could touch her so readily?
"Listen, I know my Father is a slave driver so you are probably busy, but I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner on Wednesday and maybe catch a late show? Dad has to go to Houston and I won't have to answer any questions about where I am going or with whom."
"Wednesday, sure I think that will be fine. Shall I pick you up or do you want to meet somewhere?"
" Why don't you come pick me up at the house say around 6:30? You of course know where it is."
"Sounds great, but could we make it seven? It is hard for me to get out of here before that and I wouldn't want to make any one question why I was leaving early."
Jammie's soft lilting laugh came across the line "Will seven it is. We wouldn't want anyone questioning your loyalties to the company Ms. Christian."
"Great. I'll see you Wednesday at seven sharp. I can hardly wait".
"Me neither. See you then. And Morgan, be sure and bring that wonderful mouth and tongue of yours with you." With a laughing lilting laugh, Jammie hung up the phone.
Mac sat for a minute with the dial tone ringing in her ear as she thought about the last sentence Jammie had said to her before hanging up. Suddenly, she broke into a big smile and felt more joy than she had felt in years. Just as suddenly, she came crashing back down as she continued thinking about Wednesday. It was two days away and how was she going to last until she saw Jammie's warm and sexy smile again. How could she wait two days to feel the warmth of her embrace and the sweetness of her mouth?
Again Mac lowered her head to her desk and moaned. Suddenly, she sat up straight. She spoke out loud "Shit what am I going to wear? Maybe I should get my hair cut. I ought to at least wash the Jeep. No. I can't pick her up in my old Jeep. I'll get Mom's old Lincoln out of the garage and clean it up."
Mac buzzed Betty.
"Yes?"
"Betty what do I have on my agenda for the rest of the day?"
"Just a briefing with the Turn Around Foreman, Bear Cobb, on the #1 Crude Unit throughput increase."
Damn she really shouldn't cancel that meeting. She thought again about needing to get something to wear and needing to clean up the Lincoln. Her mind was made up. She would cancel the meeting. It was out of character for her, but so were these new feelings.
"Listen Betty. Ring Bear and tell him I will meet him in my office at 6:30 in the morning. I'll have doughnuts and coffee waiting. That should appease him. Oh and Betty, I am going to be out of the office the rest of the afternoon. If you need me, you can reach me on my cell phone."
There was a short silence and then Betty came through Mac's office door.
"Are you okay? That phone call you received, it wasn't bad news was it?"
Mac was both amused and touched by Betty's concern.
"No, it has nothing to do with this. I just have some personal business I can't put off."
"Okay, sure I see." Betty looked suspiciously at Mac who never in all the time Betty had known her left early.
"Oh and Betty. Could you make sure that the doughnuts and coffee are ordered for in the morning. Please add a tray of fresh fruit for me? Thanks."
Mac quickly left before Betty could ask any more questions. She decided she would make the hour and a half drive to Tulsa in search of a new out fit to wear. She whistled a lively tune of "Zippdy Do Dah" as she strolled off to her Jeep.
Finally it was Wednesday and Mac was on her way to Jammie's house. She had actually bought four new outfits while in Tulsa. She couldn't decide what look she should go for. Dressing that evening to meet with Jammie proved to be frustrating. Mac ended up not wearing any of her new clothes and instead slid on a pair of tight fitting well-worn wranglers, a crisp white button down shirt, and her favorite pair of well-worn boots. She thought to her self if this woman is going to like me she ought to at least like the real me.
Being the Southern Gentlewoman she was, Mac showed at Jammie's door with a bunch of flowers, a box of See's chocolates, and a shy grin upon her face. She rang the doorbell and before she could even pull her finger away the door opened with a flourish. Surprised by the suddenness of the door opening, Mac stepped backward, only to be drawn forward again by the radiant smiling woman who stood before her in the doorway.
"Well hello Ms. Christian. I'm glad to see you are punctual." Jammie's eyes traveled up and down the woman who stood before her. How sexy she thought Mac looked standing there with the flowers, her silly little grin, and those tight jeans that accentuated her strong thigh muscles. Jammie could feel the heat already rising and was surprised by her quick desire for the woman she barely knew. "Please come in. Are those for me?"
"Yes, they are a mix of the wild flowers that grow locally."
"I don't think I have ever had a woman bring me flowers before. How sweet."
"Then I guess you have never dated a southerner before. It's in the unwritten handbook we southerners all learn from birth about manners and proper conduct. It is officially known as the 'Code of the South'". Mac flashed an ear-to-ear grin that melts right into Jammie's heart. "These are for you too." She handed across the box of Chocolates.
"Oh yummy! See's chocolates. I didn't know you could get these here."
"You can't. They had to be ordered. I had them shipped over-night. I was sure you would be a chocolate lover."
Jammie was touched by the effort that Mac had put into getting the chocolates for her and the beautiful flowers.
"Come on into the kitchen with me while I put these beautiful flowers in a vase."
"Sure. Have you thought about where you would like to go out to dinner or what movie you wanted to see?" Mac asked as she followed Jammie through the house to the kitchen.
Jammie stood at the sink with her back to Mac. She turned and said, "Instead of going out how about we order a pizza in and then watch an old movie…in my bed?"
Jammie was concerned that she might seem too eager and aggressive but she wanted her so badly, she was willing to take the chance of her wanting the same thing.
Jammie's concern quickly dissipated as Mac crossed the few feet and took her in her arms and kissed her open, wanting lips.
"Sounds like a plan to me. However, I really would like for us to get to know one another other than the fact we have great sex together.
Did I just say that Mac thought as every nerve in her body screamed with desire for the woman in her arms?
Jammie's face was suffused with hurt and disappointment. She started to pull away but Mac tightened her grip and held her close.
"Wait, I said it sounded like a plan for tonight. I want you so bad Jammie. I can hardly breathe. I just don't want you to think that all I want from you is sex. I am very attracted to you and really would like us to get to know one another better. I am hoping there is a lot more between us than just great sex. I would like it to be more."
Now smiling, Jammie teasingly said, "I thought you didn't do relationships? I thought you said you didn't have the time to invest in them?"
Mac pulled Jammie even closer as she bent and passionately kissed her smiling lips. She looked deeply in to Jammie's eyes and made a confession that she had never stated before.
"I would give you anything, I would give up everything, and I would do what ever it takes to be the woman who you want in your arms."
Jammie was shocked at the declaration from Mac. They had known each other for little more than a week. She shouldn't be making professions of this nature so quickly. What could Mac be thinking? Then Jammie looked deeply into Mac's eyes and knew that love at first sight did exist. Jammie knew she was in love with this strong, beautiful woman who held her heart in her hands. She rose up and kissed her as if her very life depended upon the melting of their lips together.
They kissed until it was necessary to come up for air. For long minutes, Mac and Jammie simply looked into one another's eyes as their excited bodies returned to normal.
"How hungry are you?" Jammie asked with a hot wanting need reflected in her eyes.
"For food, not at all. For you, I am ravenous."
Jammie took Mac by the hand and ran towards the stairs that led to her bedroom.
Hours later, they lay entwined on the bed with their hands still exploring one another's bodies. Mac's stomach growled loudly, causing them both to break out in laughter.
"Okay, maybe now I could use a little food."
"Oh, so my love isn't enough to sustain you?" Jammie said teasingly as she sat up and straddled Mac's hips.
Jammie was bent over with her hands on each side of Mac's head. The position caused her breasts to dangle inches above Mac's mouth. Heat and desire again washed over Mac as she stretched up to take a nipple into her mouth. With a moan she captured the nipple between her lips. Jammie first leaned forward forcing more of her breast into the hot wanting mouth. Abruptly she sat up pulling her nipple away from Mac's probing and licking tongue.
"Hey I wasn't done with that." Mac grinned at Jammie.
"Don't worry. You are going to be given all the time you want after we eat. After all, you are going to need your strength for what I have in mind."
Jammie got up and headed towards the bathroom, calling back over her shoulder
"I'm going to take a quick shower. Want to come too or are you going to order the pizza?"
With the reflexes of a cat, Mac was out of the bed and across the room before Jammie could hardly get the water turned on. She wrapped her arms around Jammie's waist and nuzzled her neck while waiting for the temperature of the water to warm up. She had never felt this way about a woman before. She was overwhelmed with a yearning to constantly touch Jammie. Mac sighed contentedly, knowing she wanted this woman more than life itself. So this is what it means to fall in love Mac thought. It feels so great why haven't I done this before? As she watched Jammie step into the shower, she realized it was only Jammie that had ever made her feel this way. Mac recognized that instant love could happen with the right person and that person was Jammie. Jammie was the Ying to her Yang, her soul mate. Slowly Mac turned and left the bathroom. She still had pizza to order.
******
They sat crossed leg on the bed eating their Mazzio's pizza and licking the dripping sauce off each other's lips. It was a time of sharing, talking about any and everything under the sun. They where so comfortable in each other's company that it felt as if they had known one another for years.
"Have you ever been camping?" Mac asked Jammie.
"Sure."
"Really? When and where?"
"We go to the cabin in Colorado every year. It is great up there. I love roughing it. There's no television and only one bathroom!"
Mac smiled and laughed at Jammie.
"That's not exactly what I meant by camping."
"Oh, what do you mean?"
"I meant like go out to a lake or on the river and pitch a tent. You know, sleep on the ground and cook your food over an open fire. Camping."
"Sounds more like caveman."
"No it's great fun. I love to camp. I was thinking of going over to Grand Lake this weekend. I was kind of hoping maybe you would come with me."
Jammie thought about it for a minute as she stared into Mac's long lashed puppy eyes. Shit she thought to herself this must be love if I am willing to make such a sacrifice to please this woman.
Sounding really excited, Jammie replied, "Oh Morgan, that sounds great. I would love to go. When will we leave?"
"Let's leave Friday around five. It is a three-hour drive. That way we will get there in time to set up before night falls."
"Okay, it's a date."
Mac knew that Jammie had probably never roughed it before but was willing to try just to be with her. The endearment made Mac love her even more and she knew she couldn't subject Jammie to the starkness of camping. She made a mental note to herself to call and see if she could use her Uncle's cabin on Bernice Point. She would surprise Jammie when they got there. She couldn't wait to show Jammie her second most favorite place in all of Oklahoma. Of course, Copper Top would always be her most favorite spot.
"You know, since I am going to sacrifice my body by sleeping on the ground this weekend, I would think you could show it a little attention now." Jammie said coquettishly.
Pulling out her best southern drawl, Mac leaned over and took Jammie in her arms.
"Ma'am I could never deny a lady any little whim she may have. I will be more than happy to show your body a little attention. Shoot ma'am, I'll be happy to show it a lot of attention say for the next four or five hours."
Mac took Jammie's hot wet mouth with hers and tasted every inch with her tongue. She lost herself in the rapture of this beautiful woman.
Mac gently moved to lay on top of Jammie. She massaged Jammie's nipples with her hand. Mac continued to explore Jammie's mouth with her tongue. Wetness grew between both their legs and their breathing became faster and deeper as they continued to kiss and explore each other.
"Please Morgan. I want you to take me hard. I want to feel you in me."
Until now their lovemaking had its moments of intensity but had always been tender and gentle. Mac could see the driving desire and need in Jammie's eyes. She wanted to do what ever it took to make her happy and to satisfy her needs. Mac slid four fingers into Jammie and began pumping hard, using her thigh to increase the pressure on the back of her hand. The sweat was dripping from both of them as they worked into a sexual frenzy.
Jammie, moaning with satisfaction and desire, said "Please Morgan. I want you to fill me up. Don't hold back. Show me how much you love me."
Mac was surprised by the tone of Jammie's voice. It excited Mac to hear Jammie calling her Morgan. No one ever called her Morgan. She could see Jammie's eyes glaze over with desire and Mac slid her entire hand into Jammie's wet, burning chamber.
As Mac entered Jammie, she curled her fingers around her thumb and slowly pumped back and forth, worried about hurting her. Mac could feel the muscles contracting around her hand. She felt her hand melded into one with Jammie's slick inner walls. She had never done this with a woman before and was shocked by the exhilaration she was feeling. With each contraction, Mac felt it in her own neither regions as her hand was squeezed and massaged by Jammie's seething canal.
Their bodies glistened with sweat as their breaths became more labored. Mac continued pumping into Jammie's wiggling, thrusting body. She tried desperately to hold onto Jammie's nipple as she continued pumping into her. Mac felt Jammie sink her finger nails into her shoulders causing a sweet arousing pain go through her.
Suddenly with a shriek sounding like a wild animal, Jammie's body stiffened. Mac felt Jammie's inner muscles contracting around her hand feeling like they were going to crush the bones of her fingers. As the walls of her vagina continued to contract, Jammie let out a moan along with several spasms that caused Mac to worry that Jammie might be in pain.
Mac tried to extract her hand, but Jammie's muscles held tight. Jammie reached down and grabbed Mac's wrist and said in a breathless voice.
"Not yet baby wait until it relaxes more."
They lay quietly together, sweat running down their bodies as their breathing calmed and Jammie's inner spasms slowly began to subside.
Mac reached out and pushed the damp hair from Jammie's forehead. Her hand was still tightly caught and she began to wonder if Jammie would loosen enough for her to pull it out. What if Jammie did not relax enough for her to pull out? Would they have to go to the emergency room? How would they explain this?
Sensing that Mac was becoming anxious, Jammie opened her eyes and turned her head towards her.
"Thank you Morgan. That was powerful and wonderful. I can't do that with just anyone. I have to be very exited and ready to receive you within my body. You are only the second person I have ever allowed to take me like that. Give me a minute and I should relax enough that you can remove your hand."
Jammie looked at Mac and worried about the expression she saw upon her face. Was it fear, anger or loathing? She couldn't tell.
"I haven't freaked you out or upset you by asking you to do this have I?" Jammie asked in a concerned voice.
Taking her eyes off her hand still embedded deep within Jammie, Mac looked into her beautiful eyes and saw the concern. She also saw the glittering of new tears.
"No, not at all. I want to do what ever makes you happy and fulfills you. I have never done this before and I was getting concerned that the blood was being cut off to my hand."
Jammie gave a little laugh and Mac felt her inner muscles relaxing. Mac started tickling Jammie with her free hand and the muscles finally relaxed enough that she was able to extract her hand. As she pulled her hand free, her knuckles brushed across Jammie's G-spot. Ripples of a new orgasm bolted through Jammie's body, causing her to quiver with delight.
They lay in each other's arms with Jammie's head resting upon Mac's breast. Jammie toyed with one of Mac's nipples. She felt lethargic and more sated than she had felt in years. She wanted to always be in the arms of this woman and could not imagine spending another night not being in her bed. So far, she had not been invited to Mac's bed nor had they spoke of living together. What would she tell her Father as to why she was going to be living with Mac instead of in his house? She gave out a contented sigh and thought not to night, I'll think about it tomorrow, and hopefully Morgan feels the same way I do. Surely she does, doesn't she?
Mac lightly cleared her throat and asked Jammie "Can we talk a minute?"
"Sure." Jammie replied hoping it was about what she had been thinking. She moved back slightly in Mac's arms so she could look up at her face.
"Jammie, I have never done what we just did with another woman before. Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"
Jammie was feeling apprehensive from the sound of Mac's voice. "No sweetheart. You didn't hurt me at all. It was what I wanted. I needed to feel you deep inside of me. I wanted to feel you filling me up. I thought what you did was wonderful."
Jammie paused trying to read the emotion on Mac's face.
"It has freaked you out, hasn't it? You think I am some sort of freak now, don't you?" Jamie pulled out of Mac's arms and shifted away from her.
Mac was caught off guard by Jammie's actions but quickly recovered.
"No Jammie. That's not it at all." Mac reached out and stroked the back of Jammie's head and neck.
"What you let me do was an extremely intimate and personal act. I have never felt so connected and a part of anyone before. I loved feeling your muscles contract over my hand and wrist. It made feel like you wanted to join with me and to become one person, one heart, one soul."
Mac rolled Jammie back over and pulled her into her arms. She could see the tears staining Jammie's checks. It brought tears to her own eyes.
"I've not been with a lot of women and I'm not really sure that I am giving you is what you need. I don't have a lot of experience and I guess what I do have is not very adventuresome."
"Oh Morgan. How can you doubt that you are not pleasing me? Haven't your heard my moans and cries of ecstasy. You've felt the shudders and contractions of my body when you bring me to orgasm. Haven't you seen the love, passion and desire in my eyes? I believe you if you say you have not been with many woman, but honey, you couldn't prove it by me with your ability to make love. You are the most passionate and caring lover I have ever been with. I love you and I love what you do to my body. I want you always."
Jammie started to cry.
"Morgan, I don't know if I could go on without you in my life. I want to be with you always. I want to be in your arms every night and by your side every day."
Mac had never had a woman profess her love so passionately before. She wiped the tears away from Jammie's face and kissed her eyes before softly kissing the corners of her mouth. She looked tenderly at Jammie and was overtaken with emotion. Mac began to weep.
"I love you too and want you with me always. I have never felt like this before. I am nearly overwhelmed with how I feel about you. If you will be patient with me and help me, I will try to be everything you want in a lover. I promise to love you always with all my heart. You are the breath that sustains my life and the warmth that holds my soul. You are everything to me Jammie. I want you to come and live at Copper Top."
Mac's words caused Jammie to begin crying again, this time, tears of incredible joy.
"Yes darling. That is what I want too. I want to be with you at Copper Top."
They drew closer, hugging and kissing passionately before finally relaxing. Exhaustion began to take its toll as their eyes closed and they drifted off to sleep locked within each other's arms.