Page 75 of Once a Month

“Let’s talk about something else, okay?”

“Like what?” she asks.

“Like… the things I packed in my bag. Are you interested?”

She laughs and kisses me.

MONTH 8. PART 1. – The Unopened Hotel

(POV Member)

This one is different, and I know that. It’s different because I’m choosing to make it that way. I have no idea how she’s going to feel about this, but I’ve asked for special accommodations tonight. It’s nothing crazy; I just don’t want us to be disturbed all night, and this should ensure that. The work trip took the full three weeks and, technically, one extra day, but I was able to make it back with enough time to send the email, make the reservation, and sigh in relief because I’d get to see her again. I’m done telling myself how crazy this whole thing is; I just am. I like her. I like how we are together, how she is with me, and how good she makes me feel in every single way. It’s not crazy; it’s two people connecting. And I want tonight to be special.

It’s important because there was a chance I wasn’t going to be able to make it, and the last time we saw one another, we touched and talked as if that would be the case. We kissed long. We talked more about our childhoods and marveled at how different they were. We made each other come until the knock on the door, and I kissed her while we stood there just after she changed into that sexy suit. We whispered our goodbye, and more than anything, I wanted to ask her to meet me somewhere. We could have gone to some twenty-four-hour diner and had a bad cup of coffee. We could have gone back to my place and just slept for hours before waking up and having breakfast. We could have done anything, really, but her friends were there right when I opened the door. I chickened out.

Worse than that, I thought about how they seem to want her, too. I was jealous. Not only because I don’t want her touching anyone else or being touched by them, which is unfair, but because they already have each other. I wanted them to just let me have her, but that’s not how this works. On top of that, they’re really nice, and I can’t be mad at them. I shouldn’t be jealous of them, either. She told me how amazing they’ve been before and after she lost her aunt, and I know she needs people like them in her life. They’re actually in her life. I’m on the outside of it all, practically tapping a hole in any floor I’m standing on until I can see her again.

When it’s time to go this time, I put on a new dress but don’t slip a thong on underneath – there’s no point. I have a strapless bra on more for comfort than anything else, and I’m wearing a pair of heels that are a little taller than what I normally wear. I feel sexy, I’m confident, and I just can’t wait to see her.

The drive to the new location is a long one – longer than I thought it would be – but I still arrive on time. I’m not worried this time because I’ve set something up for us, so we’ll have our privacy. I’m able to pull straight into the parking lot this time, and I still have to hand my keys to the valet just in case I drink too much, but I can count on one hand the number of drinks I’ve had at these things because I’m not here for the top-shelf alcohol – I’m here for her.

I enter the lobby of the hotel, surprised to see that it’s already bustling. This is the first time the event has been held at a hotel. When I got to the location, there was an extra message about it. The hotel has transferred ownership recently and is owned by someone the company trusts. It’s going to be completely redone in a few weeks, but until then, it’s still a luxury hotel with all the amenities and no guests. It’s not overly large, which is perfect for this event. It has forty rooms, an indoor and outdoor pool, two hot tubs, a sauna, a spa that they’ve got masseuses on staff tonight for, unless a member wants a special massage from an escort, there’s a full bar, and more.

I’m only interested in my room, though. It’s mine from eleven until four in the morning, at least, and I plan to make full use of it. I find her leaning against the bar with her friends. She reaches out for a drink. Then, I see her reach for another. I wonder if she’s going to hand it to someone, but she stands there with both drinks in her hands. She laughs at something her friend says. I can’t hear it over the noise of the music and other partygoers, but I can see her smile. It’s wide and exuberant, and I love that she’s smiling like that. I watch as one of the women slides her hand up under her wife’s dress and cups her ass. I watch when the said wife begins kissing her wife’s neck and slips her own hand under the woman’s shirt and onto her back. These two are sexy, and I can see why she might want to be with them fully. Maybe she has already; I don’t know.

“Well, hello,” the member says.

It’s the woman who I was technically in bed with twice now. She’s without her usual escort.

“Hi,” I say.

“Any chance you’ll join us tonight?” she asks.

“Us?” I ask.

“You know who I’m talking about,” she replies, winking at me.

“Where is she tonight?”

“She’s getting changed. I’m meeting her in a room in a minute. She wanted to dress up for me tonight.”

“Isn’t she always dressed up?”

“She picked out some new lingerie,” the woman replies. “And won’t let me see it until she’s ready.”

“That’ll be fun,” I say.

“It’s always fun with her,” she says.

“You’re always with her, aren’t you?” I say, knowing the answer already.

“Yes, and sometimes another, but always her,” she replies. “Why?”

“I’m always with someone here, too,” I say. “Well, except for the times I was–”

“She wasn’t there, though, right?”

“Right. She couldn’t make the event.”

---