After the Mirror Shatters Ch. 4: The Lassie Mission

Zo laid on her couch curled in a ball. Her hooded sweatshirt was pulled tight around her head and one of her black Converse sneakers was still on. Somehow, she found herself easing onto her back and unfolding from her accordion position she’d finally passed out in.

She felt her hoodie rising above her waist and became aware of her surroundings. Zo started to waken from her late-night writing session as she felt fingernails creeping up through the soft peach fuzz on her taut belly. A smile graced her lips as she remained completely still. She could feel the plump lips of her lover as she pressed a heated kiss below her navel.

Zo couldn’t control the slight moan that escaped her throat when she felt a tongue trace the outside of her belly button.

“Now if this were my alarm clock every day I’d never have trouble getting up before noon.” Carmen chuckled against Zo’s flat stomach when she heard her raspy morning voice.

“Mmmm. Really Zo? You’d get up the crack of noon just for little old me?”

Zo nodded her head and stretched her pint-sized body like a cat before pulling off her hood. Carmen froze when she saw Zo’s hair standing at attention. She’d let it grow longer, but it never lost its attitude towards gravity. She just shook her head and smiled as she slithered up and on top of her girlfriend.

Carmen began a slow ascent from her collarbone to her neck with light kisses and sweeping tongue flicks. Zo wrapped her arms around the Spanish beauty and started responding to her open advances. Carmen nibbled on the soft flesh of her lethargic woman squirming beneath her

Zo went to slip her hands into the sea of terrycloth that stood as a barrier between her and satisfaction. The robe was barely secured around Carmen’s waist, and she gained easy entry, only to find her hands quickly pinned over her head on the arm of the sofa before she could reach her reward of those firm supple breasts she dreamed about.

“No fair Carm!”

“Life’s not fair baby.” Zo leaned up to kiss Carmen only for her to pull away in a teasing manner.

“Would you do something for me Zo?” Carmen asked in an inquisitive yet seductive voice.

“Anything”

“Anything?”

“Yes Carm I would do anything for you, now let me touch you!” Zo struggled against the feisty Latina who was easily twice her size.

“Would you do something for meeven if you absolutely didn’t want to?” Carmen pressed a kiss to Zo’s neck between nearly every word. Zo gasped an incoherent response that she took as a yes. “Did you finish Dana’s song?” Zo nodded as Carmen wreaked havoc on her cleavage. She slowly unzipped her hoodie and followed the trail with her tongue. “Estas muy floja y quiero”

“English Carmen, please baby English!”

Carmen worked her way back up and gave Zo a heated look. “I was trying to say that you’re lazy, and I want you to get off your ass and go give the song to Dana, and you should apologize to Shane for last night. Then I will give you your rewards for the work you’ve done so far.”

Zo stopped moving and gave Carmen an indignant look. “Carmen, you’ve really lost your mind if you think I’m gonna stop and give the song to Dana right now. And why should I go and”

“Because Zo, I know you were just joking with Shane, but she’s hurting right now. Yes it was just bad timing, but she needs to hear you apologize.”

“Uhm, but I need YOU right now!” Zo tried another unsuccessful attempt at a kiss.

“Zo!”

“Carmen, you’ve got to be kidding..” Carmen climbed off of Zo and opened her bathrobe. She let it fall from her caramel shoulders and placed her hands on her hips as Zo took in her naked body from head to toe.

“Do I look like I’m joking? The sooner you apologize, the sooner I am all yours.” Carmen let the robe fall to the floor and cocked her head side to side as she spoke. “Dana’s actually asking you for a favor Zo, that took a lot for her to come to you knowing she’d get teased. And Shane, Shane’s on the verge of another breakdown every time we see her. She’s working too much, drinking too much, Zo are you listening to me? ZOE!”

“Huh?” Zo snapped out of her daze she was in while perched like a gargoyle on the arm of the couch staring at the naked beauty.

“Are you listening to me?” Carmen put her hands back on her hips and the fire in her Spanish tongue came to the surface.

“UhCarmen, when the clothes come off, my brain shuts off with them.” Carmen shook her head and reached down for her robe. “WaitNoCarmen, I’ll listen. Give the song to Shane and apologize to Dana before she drinks too much.”

Carmen tied her bathrobe and crossed her arms in a huff. “Zo, listen to me. Give the song to Dana and apologize to Shane. You can do it girl! Hurry up and you’ll get a treat.” Carmen spoke in a mocking voice as if Zo were Lassie on a mission. Carmen leaned over the couch letting her robe fall open as she took Zo’s hand and brought it inside the robe.

“This will be waiting for you when you get home.” Carmen took Zo’s fingers and slid them along her throbbing lips below to show her how wet she really was. Carmen abruptly pulled her away and bit on her own bottom lip. She closed her robe and backed away from her. Carmen blinked, and when she opened her eyes the couch was empty. She laughed to herself and grabbed a few of Zo’s things thrown around the living room.

Zo was halfway out the apartment building, when she realized what she was doing. She turned around and darted back up to her apartment taking the stairs two at a time. When she got back, Carmen was standing in the doorway shaking her head. She held out Zo’s other shoe and the notebook she’d completely filled with lyrics the night before. Zo pulled her shoe on while hopping on one leg with her notebook clenched in her teeth. She turned to leave but Carmen soon found herself slammed against the door jam by the pint-sized pixie. Zo kissed her as if it were their last, and took off, leaving Carmen to wonder if maybe she made a mistake in making her go.

Shane rolled out of bed to the familiar clatter of beer bottled toppling over. The week’s empties were piled up around the room. The surplus of green and brown bottles had only dwindled when Zo and Carmen stopped by a week ago. Zo forced Shane to shower in an effort to sober up, and when she got out, Carmen had cleaned up and cooked her breakfast. If the two of them hadn’t been so stubborn, Shane would have passed out in her own body fluids by now, but they were relentless in their efforts to keep her grounded. She climbed out of bed determined to substitute one of her vices with another.

Shane sauntered into the Planet in a typical McCutcheon manner. She went straight to the front counter and two baby dykes quickly scurried off their stools to make room for Shane. She sat down and stared at the counter. “Any minute now. Any second. Come on I just want my fucking fix!” she yelled in her head, although her body was a somber statue.

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