The Other Shoe

P. J. parked her Jeep. She got out, drug her backpack and lunch pail out of the backseat.  She saw Kayla’s Taurus and Brandy’s Cadillac in the parking lot so she expected the usual crew to be at the apartment.  I was Thursday night and as usual, Kayla, Brandy and Lori would be at the apartment to hang out.  

Depending on who had money, they would either order food in, cook up a pot of spaghetti  or some other cheap food concoction and either watch a movie, or play a board game. P. J. was hoping for a movie. She had spent a lot of her day creating business cards and brochures for people who had no artistic talents but were extremely picky about what she was creating.

P. J. made her way up the stairs the apartment. When she got to the door, she heard the sounds of the television coming through. Everyone one must be watching a movie. She hoped there was food.  She opened the door.  Kayla was draped across the loveseat. Brandy was sitting on the floor in front of the love seat. Lori and Jamie were sitting on the floor in front of the couch, and there was a guy sitting between the two of them with his arms stretched out behind them. He wasn’t actually touching either of them with his outstretched arms, but P. J. didn’t know who he was and she did not like him sitting so close to Jamie.

When P. J. closed the door a little harder than necessary, Jamie turned around and smiled at her. “Hey, P. J.. Grab a Dew, piece of pizza, and join us. Stuff’s in the kitchen,” Jamie said, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

“Okay,” P. J. said, then she leaned down to Jamie and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I’m gonna just change first.”

Jamie frowned and gave P. J. a questioning look as P. J. walked away.  P. J. went into their bedroom and stripped out of her jeans and button-down shirt. She put on long, athletic shorts and a t-shirt. She was just about to leave the bedroom when Jamie came in. She backed P. J. up towards the dresser. “So what was that about in the living room? You marking your territory or something?”

P. J. folded her arms over her chest. “Do I need to mark my territory?”

Jamie grabbed P. J’s forearms, pulling them out.  She stepped into P. J., slamming her leg between P. J’s thighs. She put her hand behind P. J.’s head and pulled her down for a fierce kiss.

Putting her hands on Jamie’s hips, P. J. pulled Jamie harder into her.  Their kiss was bruising. When Jamie finally pulled back, she said, “Did that feel like you needed to mark your territory?”

P. J. shook her head and tried to catch her breath.  “I’m sorry. I just didn’t like how close that guy was sitting next to you.”

Jamie ran her hands up P. J’s chest and squeezed her breasts roughly, “You are never going to have to worry about anyone sitting close to me, especially a guy.” Jamie kissed her hard again, then took her hand, “Come on, I’ll introduce you to Brandy’s brother.”