Life Plan
She had never liked being exposed. In fact, she’d spent most of her life hidden. Officially, she had never “come out”; she just stopped caring who saw her holding Judith’s hand.
“Sweetheart, could you check the food? I have to take this call.”
Lately, Judith was always on the phone.
Since she’d been hired at that “stupid” new job-supposedly temporary-it was just extra income for the baby. Something Judith had dreamed of her whole life: getting pregnant. The insemination treatment was, of course, expensive, but they were determined to be mothers.
“At nine? Of course, y-yes, it’s almost ready. Thanks. Bye,” Judith said with that nervous, eager-to-please voice she’d adopted since starting there.
“Again?” Johana asked from the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, brow furrowed. Even the little baby elephant tattoo on her right arm looked pissed off.
“It’s important, Jo. A meeting with investors.
Could mean a bonus, or at least a weekend at their resort. how much you loved it?” Judith replied.
“No, no, no. They can’t keep making you go at night. Not for a bonus, not for their stupid recruiting center disguised as a vacation,” Johana scolded, stepping toward her with her usual protective glare. “Judith, this isn’t right.”
“It’s just... just tonight. It’s... important, sweetie,” Judith whispered.
It was a little after three in the morning when Johana heard the door open. Normally she wouldn’t have bothered getting up to greet Judith, but she was laughing too loud. And stranger still: she wasn’t alone. There was a man’s voice, and a woman’s.
“Sweetie... What are you...?” Johana rarely found herself at a loss for words. It was one of her greatest strengths, or flaws. But this time, nothing came out.
Judith wasn’t wearing the boring office pants she’d worn since entering the workforce.
Instead, she had on an extremely short black dress, paired with a set of red lingerie Johana had never seen before-and she knew that for sure, because the dress was so sheer she could see right through it.
And though she wanted to know why she’d changed, what mattered most right then was understanding why her wife-her lesbian wife -was stroking the crotch of some guy in his twenties while laughing euphorically.
The guy acted like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Judith had one hand between his legs, rubbing the growing bulge through the fabric, while the other held a half-finished glass of champagne.
“Jo!” she exclaimed as if it were the happiest surprise. “I thought you’d be asleep! This is... this is... Tommy! Isn’t he lovely?”
“Pleasure, Johana. Judith never stops talking about you,” he said, sliding an arm around her waist and pulling her closer.
Judith let out a playful moan and rested her head on his shoulder.
“She’s my wife,” Johana whispered first.
“She’s my wife!” she repeated, this time shouting.
Judith went still. Her hand kept stroking Tommy’s crotch.
“Easy there, darling,” a tall blonde in the kitchen chimed in. She was very pretty, though dressed in a way that suggested she might be a prostitute. If she was, she was a very expensive one.
“What are you doing in my house?” Johana asked, redirecting her attention from Judith for a second. “Who the hell are you?”
“I’m Hanna,” the blonde replied with an easy smile. “Don’t you me from the resort?”
“Yes, sweetie, it’s Hanna. We had such a good time with her,” Judith finally blurted out.
Johana looked at her, confused. She didn’t any Hanna. Come to think of it... she didn’t much about the resort at all.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. Maybe I can jog your memory,” Hanna said. “Wet... cunt... with carrot sauce,” she pronounced slowly.
The first time she had sex with Judith, she’d been so scared of ruining it that she didn’t enjoy it, much less have an orgasm. But of course, when Judith asked, she said she had.
“Multiple,” she’d claimed. It didn’t hurt anyone.
But over the years, they’d really gotten to know each other. So it wasn’t unusual for her to have an orgasm regularly, though she’d never had multiples. Well, until today. Though not with Judith-with Tommy’s dick, while Judith fingered herself with Hanna.
“More, more, please,” Johana whimpered, crying, mouth full of spit. Snot ran down her face. She’d leaked a little urine when she came. Her legs were spread too wide, trembling, and every time he pulled his cock out, her cunt would clench in desperation.
She panted. She clawed at his ass, nails digging in, trying to pull him back.
“Maybe later, dear, but first I want you cleaned up,” Tommy replied.
Johana scrambled, ready to swallow. She didn’t think about how she did it; her mouth already knew the sequence: lips sealing the base, tongue pressing the shaft, throat relaxing just before the thrust. A motion learned somewhere she couldn’t recall.
“I... I I-love you,” she spat out between ragged, wet breaths.
Tommy pulled his cock out. It was shiny with spit and something else, a clear fluid dripping from the tip. Johana followed the movement with her head, like a dog following a piece of meat.
“Girls, Johana needs help,” Tommy said, watching her try to lean back in.
Hanna grabbed Johana by the hair and yanked her head back. Judith moved in from the other side and cupped her jaw with both hands, fingers digging into the flesh of her cheeks.
“You have to learn to share,” Hanna said.
Johana made an animal noise, a guttural growl that rose from her chest and echoed in her saliva-filled throat. Her lips, swollen and glistening, clung for one more second before parting. A string of clear slick connected her mouth to the head of Tommy’s cock for an instant before snapping and dripping onto her own thigh.
“She looks like an animal,” Judith remarked.
Johana was breathing hard, mouth agape, eyes locked on Tommy. A line of drool ran down her chin, mixing with the leftover fluid on her skin. She didn’t look at Judith.
“It’s true, she does,” Tommy said.
“Morning, sweetie,” Judith said. She gave Tommy a quick kiss on the mouth, then another, wetter one, on the tip of his cock, which was already half-hard. She got up naked. The morning air raised goosebumps on her arms and breasts. Hanna stayed in bed to play with Tommy.
Judith walked to the kitchen. On the way, she had to step over a puddle in the hallway. It was urine, cold and sticky now. Johana had spent the night crawling around, and at some point had pissed herself. It didn’t surprise her that she hadn’t slept with them, but on the living room floor instead. She grabbed an old rag from the kitchen floor, tossed it over the liquid, and pushed it into a corner with her foot. Then she turned on the tap to wash her hands. Water dripped down her thighs.
She lit the stove. Poured oil into the pan.
When the drop of water hanging from her navel fell into the hot oil, it sizzled and spat.
A tiny, burning speck landed right below her left nipple. She winced, a quick flicker of annoyance, but didn’t move away. She kept cracking eggs against the edge of the pan. The whites spread and hissed. Another splash hit her lower belly, near her pubic hair.
This time she did take a sharp breath, fighting the urge to rub it. She just finished breaking the eggs and began stirring them with a plastic spatula.
They had been hard to find. For weeks, Johana had been searching for the promotional posters of Judith’s favorite band.
Not that it mattered to either of them anymore. Johana needed a place to relieve herself, and the way to train animals was with paper. In her case, she needed a big one.
“Stupid bitch,” Judith had said once, furious, when she found Johana had shit near the Christmas tree. Hanna had to order her not to hit her so hard, and from that day on, she taught Johana where she could go without fear of consequences. She was a smart animal; she understood by the second or third beating.
Not that Judith ever warmed to her. After begging Hanna enough, and Hanna in turn begging Tommy, they agreed to get rid of the beast. One day, she woke up and it was simply gone. Judith didn’t bother wondering what had happened to her.
The job was good. Her relationship with her coworker Jordan, whom she’d been sleeping with for weeks, was excellent. She didn’t why she hadn’t noticed him before.
Now she couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was pleasant to look at. She thought maybe it was too soon, but she was sure: she loved him. She loved him like she’d loved no one before.
The boss had put them on the same project. They were on their way to his office now to go over details.
“So?” Tommy asked, looking only at Jordan.
“Works fine,” Jordan said. “For a lesbian, she sucks dick better than anyone else I’ve been with.”
Judith opened her mouth to say something, but soon felt like she was drowning. She didn’t know who Jordan was referring to, but the comment bothered her. Besides, wasr he seeing her?
“Glad to hear it,” Tommy said. “When’s the wedding?”
“In a month. You’ll be the best man, right?”
“Of course.”
“Hey, just one thing,” Jordan said, pointing at Judith’s chest. “They’re alright, but they could be better. How about we go from a 32 to a 36?”
Tommy turned his head toward Judith.
“Judith.”
“Yes, boss,” she replied, back straight.
“You like big tits. You’re going to get them done.”
“I like big tits. I’m going to get them done.”
“You’re the best, man,” Jordan thanked him before leaving. “This bitch was always a pain as a supervisor, but she’s got a great ass. It was a sin to let it go to waste.”
From her old apartment, she only took a TV and a table. She threw out almost all her clothes; they had too many colors. They looked garish to her now.
She found two photos of her former partner.
Since she didn’t know their new address, she tore them up and threw them in the trash.
She also sold an old crib that had been sitting unused. She didn’t need it. Neither Jordan nor she wanted kids. She’d already taken care of that: the week before, she’d had her tubes tied at a clinic the boss recommended. It would just be the two of them. Just sex. Lots of sex for the rest of their lives.
“You wanted to see me, boss?”
“Yes. Close the door. I heard you were back from the procedure. How are you feeling?”
“Better than ever, boss,” she said, squeezing her new tits with both hands. The nipples, still numb with incisions barely healed under the breast crease, sank under her fingers.
“Why don’t you show me.”
Judith didn’t need more. Her hands went to her white blouse. The first buttons flew off; the third snagged and the thread snapped with a dry sound. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra. The implants, round and still firm from swelling, didn’t move like real flesh. They sat there, high and pale, with yellowish bruising near her armpits.
She knelt in front of the desk. Pulled down his zipper. No foreplay, no eye . She reached in, took his soft cock in her hand, and pulled it out. It was already starting to harden. She opened her mouth, took him in, and started sucking.
Spit gathered quickly. A string of it dripped from the corner of her lips onto the crotch of his pants. She moved her head back and forth in a mechanical rhythm. Every now and then she’d swallow, and a wet sound echoed in her throat.
Tommy never looked away from his computer screen. One hand held the mouse. The other rested on the back of her neck, not to push, but to gauge the pace.
Two minutes later, the muscles in his thigh tensed and he came. Judith coughed a little but kept sucking until he gently pushed her head away. She stayed kneeling, eyes watery, mouth shiny and parted. She swallowed what was left. A little thick white dribble escaped and ran down her chin.
“Good,” Tommy said, zipping up without looking at her. “You can go.”
Judith stood. Wiped her chin with the back of her hand. Picked up the blouse from the floor. She didn’t try to put it on; she folded it over her arm, partially covering the bruises on her new tits. She gave a single nod and left the office.
In the hallway, she ran into Jordan.
“There you are,” he said, smiling. “I was looking for you for lunch.”
“I’m coming now,” Judith said. Her voice sounded rough.
Jordan looked at the blouse folded on her arm, her bare breasts, the dampness on her chin. He said nothing. He put an arm around her shoulders.
“Tell me how you feel,” he said, pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger as they walked toward the cafeteria.
Judith held her breath. The pain was sharp and deep at once, right where the internal stitches pulled against flesh.
“I feel perfect,” she said.