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Liz scolded herself for her uncontrollable imagination. Up until this point, things had been going fine. They'd laughed and talked, enjoying the show and the company. Liz had managed to forget her crush for a while and just hang out. It had been nice. Really nice.
She was not going to let her raging libido ruin her evening. Who was in charge here? Her or her raging hormones? Vowing to think about boring things, like baseball and politics, Liz cleaned her fingers of the mask residue with the damp washcloth.
True to her word, Sarah opened the cupcakes as soon as she sat down. The little gasp of delight she let out at the sight caused a stirring of Liz's libido. Baseball, batting averages, dugouts, Liz quietly chanted to herself, as though the right combination of boring words were a magical incantation to stem the flood of lust through her body.
“They're almost too pretty to eat,” Sarah lifted a cupcake from the holder, examining it. “But I've never let that stop me.”
Since the commercials were over, Sarah turned her attention back to the mystery unfolding on the screen. However, all of Liz's attention was focused on Sarah. She watched as Sarah brought the confection piled high with icing to her lips. Sarah took a bite, the icing smearing on her rosy lips. Liz found herself licking her own in an involuntary response. It was beyond Liz how Sarah managed to be so sexy while her face was coated in the mask, looking like a seasick raccoon.
A blob of icing fell from the cupcake, finding an enviable landing in Sarah's cleavage. She used the tip of a long finger to scrape it off her skin. Liz's heart pounded in her ears as Sarah, engrossed in the show, licked the icing off of her finger, her pink tongue darting out to sweep away the sweetness.
Liz had never been one for food in the bedroom, claiming that the potential mess far outweighed any eroticism. However, as she watched Sarah, she longed for the opportunity to rectify the error of her ways. She would bathe in chocolate syrup just to feel that velvety tongue on her body.
Fortunately, at that moment, a loud shot emitted from the television, making Liz jump. Otherwise, Liz probably would have been stuck in a continual loop of erotic images involving Sarah and various food stuffs.
“Didn't see that coming, did you?”
“Uh, no, not all,” Liz said, not having a clue about the episode.
“Unfortunately, we're going to have to wait until next season to find out what happened. Good thing, too, because I'm going to need a few months to recover from all this food. I probably put on twenty pounds just now.” She patted her stomach for emphasis.
“And I probably put on more. That was really terrific pizza.” Considering that the reason for her visit was over, Liz stood to go, gathering her purse. “It was great hanging out, too.”
“We should do that again. But, Liz?” Sarah put her fingers to her mouth and chuckling. “Do you think you should wash the mask off your face before you go?”
“Uh, yeah.” Liz cringed and dropped her purse to the floor. She hurried to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face, as much to calm herself as to clean off her face. She used the towel hanging from a hook on the wall to dab her face dry. Looking in the mirror, her face looked flushed. Hopefully, Sarah would think it from the facial mask, as opposed to the vestiges of the erotic daydream.
“I didn't know if you were planning to start a new fad. You never know, it might catch on.” Sarah giggled again. She handed Liz the cupcake container. “You take these things with you. If you were planning to leave them here, you'd better think again. They're so addictive. Better than sex.”
“Doubt it, but I'll take your word for it,” Liz said, thinking that she would love to have a comparison test. Sex with Sarah competing against a cupcake. She suspected that the sex would win by a long shot and then some. “I'll probably bring them to work on Monday.”
“I'll make sure to skip breakfast and have one at work. At least I'll save myself so calories, because there's no way I could turn one down.” Sarah opened the door to the apartment for Liz and walked out into the hallway. She pressed the elevator button while she spoke. “We'll have to do something again soon. This was so much fun.”
Distracted by Sarah's smile, Liz walked onto the elevator when it arrived. Sarah w
aved goodbye from the hallway, promising to see her on Monday.
As the elevator floor lurched underneath of her, Liz remembered too late the harrowing trip up and her vow to walk down. She prayed for a safe journey down, but decided that dying after an evening like that was not a bad way to go. Not bad at all.
CHAPTER THREE
“I'm sorry, Steve, you're a really nice guy, but I just got out of a bad relationship. I'm not ready to start dating again.” Liz heard Sarah say as she walked into the break room. “I hope you can understand.”
“Sure. You know where to find me if you change your mind,” Steve replied. Laughing, he added, “Walking away from an empty pot of coffee.”
“Thank you, Steve.” Sarah called to his retreating form.
“That was the nicest brush off I've ever been witness to,” Liz commented.
“I feel just terrible.” Sarah visibly winced. She leaned over towards Liz, lowering her voice. “He's not my type, either, but I meant every word I said about my last relationship. Though it's been a while, it didn't end well. Jealousy does terrible things to some people.
“Towards the end, I could hardly smile at anyone without starting a fight. When dancing became forbidden, that's when I had enough.
“You don't tell a former ballerina that she can't go dancing anymore. That was the last straw, and even though it hurt, I called an end to it.”
Liz digested all of this, then realization dawned.
“That photograph in your apartment is you?” She was stunned she hadn't noticed, but the few times she'd been over in the last few weeks, she'd been distracted by the flesh and blood Sarah to pay much attention to the photograph.
