Returning to Sex

Prenote: A few people asked (demanded) a more conclusive wrap-up (some goddamn answers) to \"I\'ve Had Enough of Sex!\" So here\'s what I\'ve got so far...

Returning to Sex

Tori was fuming. “I mean how could he? For a year!”
Leese shrugged. “Shit happens.”
“Not for a fucking year! Not ONCE did he put the moves on me, never! And he’d been so willing before. And after the first twelvnthsnths he just went soft on me permanently!”
“So are you going to divorce him?”
“Yes!” Tori picked up a pillow and plopped on the couch next to Leese. “I’m through with men. They’re only good for sex and what good is the sex if they can’t even get into it? Am I getting fat?”
Leese deliberately eyed Tori’s bust-line. “You’re still good in the right places.” Tori swatted at Leese with the pillow. “Are you really willing to do that. Just give up sex?” Leese barely sterstered that she was repeating Carla’s words from two years ago.
The red-head pouted. “I could just become a lesbian like Carla…” she tried to send Leese a seductive look, but it came out as a pained grimace.
Leese couldn’t help but laugh at her. “Let’s face it, you’ve got a better chance of joining the ranks of Addicted Masturbators Anonymous.”
With a mutinous glare Tori stood and stomped to the door, her ass bouncing in her tight red strapless number.
“Where are you going?”
“Out for sex.”
“Oh. Could you hand me the babies on the way out?”
Tori made the detour to the nursery to pick up little Sol and Patrick. She cooed and cuddled the twins lovingly before handing them over to Leese. “Did you ever find the bastard that left you with these angels?”
Leese unbuttoned her blouse and pressed a child to each breast, ignoring the sinful tingle of pleasure that shot through her as they latched on to suckle. “Nah, I’d rather not inform him of his fatherhood status.”
“Ugh, you know, if a guy signed my contract and got me pregnant, I’d demand at least some child support.”
Leese blushed uncomfortably. “Yeah, but he didn’t sign the contract.”
Tori’s jaw dropped. “Why the hell did you make such a fuss about contracts when you weren’t going to use yours?!”
Leese shrugged, a bit tricky with two children breast-feeding off her. “I was really drunk. I don’t even remember what he looked like.” That was a blt lit lie, but she wasn’t about to admit it to Tori.
It was Tori’s turn to shrug. “He must’ve been one helluva lay. Or one fuckin potent son of a bitch.” With that, she swiveled towards the door and had it halfway open before turning around to remark, “You know, just wait a few years and you should be able to recall at least some of what that guy looked like. I bet those boys are gonna grow up to be the spitting image of their father.”
Leese smiled indulgently. “I rather think they take after me.”
Tori chuckled, glancing from Leese’s dark mahogany locks to the fine blond hair on the twins. “Check ya later.”
Waving an absent-minded goodbye, Leese readjusted the twins to a more comfortable position and flipped on the stereo for some quiet, soothing music. In an hour, she’d see to changing diapers and fixing herself a decent bath.
Thirty minutes later she’d drifted off to sleep.
Thirty-two minutes later, her doorbell rang.

Carla gasped, then amedamed at the top of her lungs. “AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
When it was all over and she’d come down to earth, she ran straight to Vivian with eyes wild and blond hair windblown. “That was so fucking awesome, baby, you’ve gotta try it with me!”
Vivian shook her head and chuckled, pulling Carla in for a passionate kiss right there in front of the roller coaster line. Quite a few catcalls were given, along with several lewd suggestions. A few mothers harrumphed and covered their children’s eyes. “I know a ride that’s better than this one. Free of charge.”
“Oh?” Carla murmured huskily, her gaze fixed hungrily on Vivian’s dark red lips.
“You can ride for hours and hours, and never have to come down a peak until breakfast.”
“Mmmm…sounds enticing.” Carla’s stomach grumbled. “But first, let’s go get some real food.”
Wrapping her arm around Carla’s shoulder, the pair set off for the nearest diner. As they crossed the street in front of Mick’s Pub, a red Toyota pick up came speeding around the corner. Vivian screamed in terror while Carla managed to pull her out of the road in time to save her feet from being pulverized.
“Ass HOLE!” Vivian yelled after the truck.
“Are you hurt baby?” Carla was patting Vivian down, checking for broken bones that weren’t there.
Vivian stilled her movements. “I’m fine, toots. Just a big scare for a second there. You saved my life.”
Carla grinned to hide her lingering fear, “I’ll accept cash or credit payment for lunch, or you can take me back to your place and we can have wild rescue-sex.”
“You aren’t hungry anymore?”
“I’ve got more immediate appetites now.”
With a quick hard kiss, Vivian hailed a cab. “Driver, Cherry Blossom Boulevard. And step on it.”

Chris ground the truck to a halt, parking it recklessly in the handicapped space right in front of the apartment complex. He climbed up the stairs two at a time till he reached the third floor and then proceeded to bang down the door of Room 12.
“Tori open up. I know you’re in there.” He kept beating his fist against the door, shaking the wall it was latched on. Two sharp wails pierced the air and he hesitated. “Fuck, wrong room.”
He’d turned to walk to the next door when Leese came out. Groggy and frustrated with trying to calm the twins, she addressed the back of who she assumed to be Tori’s most recent lover. “She went to go meet you down at fou fountain, moron. You know, you didn’t have to be such an ass and wake the babies. Coulda just called first if you were that randy.” The stranger had stiffened at the sound of her voice.
Chris took a second to catch his breath. It’d been only one close-encounter and two years later, but he still knew the sound of her voice. He turned quickly and managed to wedge his foot in the door before she could shut it. “Hello, Leese.”