Threading the Needle Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Threading the Needle Ch. 11

... was too young to have friends go through bitter divorces, she saw a few like that growing up. "I'm thankful someone can maybe help her avoid that pain," she thought.

As they talked, Winnie noticed something else. While Liz didn't completely ignore her, she didn't go out of her way to include her either. She often touched Marika on the arm, occasionally leaving her hand there. Having watched Liz more than once in a successful seduction on the river or in camp, she suddenly realized she was doing some of the same things. There was a steady stream of flattery and physical touches. If Liz showed some jealousy of Yamile earlier, Winnie now felt a twinge of her own. Only the complete lack of awareness or response by Marika kept it in check.

"I've been around them a bunch, but it's the first time Liz is like this with Marika," she thought. Still, as she watched, other pieces fell into place. "She definitely has a thing for her, and Marika doesn't even see it." It wasn't just that she didn't see it; she didn't react to Liz in that way. Thinking back to how she and Lena flirted with her when they were rafting a couple of weeks ago, Winnie knew that Marika wasn't blind to other women. "Just to Liz," she thought.

She felt a little sense of relief, and even the faint twinges of jealousy faded. In a true contest, Liz would have the advantage. Not only was she an expert at seducing women, she shared a long history with Marika that Winnie couldn't match. None of this appeared to ...

... matter. For whatever reason, Liz didn't connect that way with her. As this passed through her mind, Winnie felt her body respond slightly to the idea of romancing Marika. Once again, contradicting urges reared their heads. No matter how enticing the thought of being with Marika was, the fear of the impact on her family rose up as well. She slammed down the wall again, forcing herself to remember the things she liked about Logan.

When Marika finished her drink, she stood. "I'm sorry, but I've got to run. I need to pick up Kieran. I'll talk to you later," she said as she leaned down to brush her lips against Liz's cheek. Looking over at Winnie, she resisted the urge to do the same thing to her cute coworker. "I'll see you in the morning. Thanks for coming with me," she said. Her voice held a livelier note that was almost, but not quite, flirtatious. "See you then," Winnie said. She did a better job of keeping the same hint out of her own voice. As Marika turned and walked away, however, she couldn't avoid watching the sway of her hips as she made her way to the door. As Marika disappeared from view, she turned to see that Liz's eyes still lingered there for a moment longer. Before Liz had a chance to shift her attention, she started getting up. "I should go too," she said. The last thing Winnie wanted to do was have a conversation about Marika. "Too many landmines," she thought. Aloud, she added, "I guess I'll see you on the river this weekend."

"Not me. I'm running the ...