Page 60 of Party Favors
The sudden countdown to midnight made them both jump—Wren had had no idea what time it was—but they didn’t stop kissing.
They kissed while the crowd chanted, “Ten … Nine … Eight …”
Amanda snuck her hand into the opposite side of the jacket and rolled Wren’s other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.
“Fuck, fuck,” Wren said, having to gasp for breath.
“I love you,” Amanda said, an ornery smile on her face.
“Five … Four …”
“I love you too, you slut.”
Amanda threw her head back and laughed, but she managed to get her mouth back on Wren’s by the time everyone yelled, “One! Happy New Year!”
They kissed for too long. Everyone around them had started to move again, hugging and toasting, and still they kissed. Eventually, Wren pulled back and said, “Your apartment. Now.”
They made it over to Myrna’s within minutes. “Want to see what I painted today?” Amanda asked.
“Of course.” Wren was horny, but she would never stop Amanda from showing off her hard work.
Amanda led her over to the checkout counter, which had been painted mint green. Wren laughed. It looked amazing but was not what Wren had been expecting. Amanda had come into this business venture with a vision, but that vision surprised Wren every day. The racks of clothes were color-coordinated, causing a rainbow effect around the store. There were shelves of vintage patterns and display cases of jewelry and accessories. Amanda had also bought antique furniture for a sitting area and huge, gaudy mirrors for every corner. The walls were pale pink. Considering Amanda’s own style was understated vintage, Wren was delighted by the kitschy brightness of her store. It made the place welcoming and fun.
“If that wasn’t wet paint, I’d pin you to it and ravish you,” Wren joked. “This place is going to be awesome. I’m so proud of you.”
Amanda blushed. “I hope I don’t crash and burn.”
“You won’t. And if you do, I’ll be here to put the fire out and help you start over.”
Amanda nodded, her eyes a little shiny. Wren squeezed her hand.
After one last glance around the store, they ran upstairs to Amanda’s tiny apartment. While Amanda got them water, chattering away about their night, Wren sat at her kitchen table. Wren loved this table. It was much better than the IKEA one she used. Amanda had bought it at the flea market and refurbished it.
There were two pieces of paper sitting on the table, both lists. Wren recognized the paper. It was from the pad of dreams they’d gotten at that weird pyramid scheme workshop they’d snuck into last year.
Wren pulled the papers closer. They were lists of New Year’s resolutions. Her smile grew as her eyes skimmed over the first one. It was the one written at the workshop, the one Amanda hadn’t wanted to throw away. It had creases from where she’d folded it.
On it, Amanda had written out her dreams about opening a clothing store, changing jobs, finding independence, stepping outside the expectations of her family.
Wren snuck a peek at the other list. These resolutions must have been new. The pen was sitting by the pad.
Make a home together (if Wren wants that).
Get a cat.
Convince Myrna to fly out to see the store.
Wren laughed. She and Amanda were on the same page about moving in together, but obviously neither of them knew how to broach the subject. Wren picked up the pen and scrawled “I do” next to the first resolution.
Amanda waltzed out of the kitchen and plopped the water down. They both drank it like they were starving but didn’t say a word. She scattered her accumulated goodies over the table—the kazoo, the party hat, a box of champagne-flavored gummy bears. Cheap, fun things they would throw away tomorrow, but Wren had a new appreciation for party favors. Where there were party favors, there was normally a playful Amanda as well.
Watchful anticipation tinged the air. Finally, Wren said, “Take your clothes off, A. I’m going to wreck you. Teasing me like that at the club.” She shook her head, pretending to be very stern.
Amanda stood up and very slowly unzipped her jumpsuit. It fluttered to the floor. Underneath, she was wearing silky strappy lingerie Wren had designed, which made a possessive greediness pulse through her.
Wren ripped off her jacket, shucked down her leather leggings, and fell to her knees. She very carefully helped Amanda out of her panties. With a steadying hand, she led one of Amanda’s feet up onto the kitchen chair, then scooted until she could reach Amanda’s pussy with her mouth.
They didn’t do it standing up that often, but there was something extremely fulfilling about being on her knees for Amanda. At worshipping her pretty cunt with lips and teeth and tongue.
