~ Infrequent Liaisons ~
Disclaimer: This is an alternative story. This is also a sequel to Your Weakness Is Me. It's not necessary to read that one before this, but it would most definitely help.
Love/Sex Warning: Yes. And if you don't like it then please leave.
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Tamera sat in the restaurant dutifully seated next to her husband. It was an important dinner that they were at, one of those that could further Nathan's career. Tamera would laugh at Mr. Jacobson's most inappropriate jokes and would smile pleasantly and thank him profusely for his comment that Nathan was very lucky to have such a beautiful and devoted wife as she. Mr. Jacobson's wife would scowl at her for it, her being the jealous type, but nothing would come of it. They would all play nice throughout the dinner and they would laugh and they would laugh and they would laugh.
Laughing was always important. Tamera knew that if she didn't make them laugh then she wouldn't appear to be witty. She would be deemed unworthy and eventually would be ostracized from the "wife's club". No longer would she be invited to boring lunches where she talked about nothing but superficial things and pretended to care about these other women's superficial lives. Being part of the "club" wasn't of great importance in Tamera's mind, but she would go through it all for Nathan because he loved her. He really loved her.
After being married for five years he was still doting on her and treating her like the most important thing in his life, but only because she really was. He would do anything she asked of him. He would give up his career and find another. He would move clear across the country if it would make her happier in some way. Nathan was a man who believed he found the greatest love of his life and would do anything to make sure she never left him.
That's why Tamera would grant Nathan's boss and his boss's wife her best smile and her greatest laugh. She was willing to do whatever she needed to help Nathan. Her guilt would allow her to do nothing less.
"So Nat," Mr. Jacobson would always call Nathan Nat even though most everyone knew Nathan abhorred the title, "you said that I'd get to meet your sister tonight. She works at the same place as Tamera correct?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Is that how you two met?"
"No sir," Nathan smiled. He had to always remember to smile. "We were already married before Tamera and Morgan started to work together. When I transferred to your firm Tam got a job at the same place as Morgan. They both are excellent doctors, if I say so myself." Nathan told the older man proudly. It wasn't often he got to sing the praises of his wife and his closest sibling.
Mr. Jacobson chuckled. "I'm sure they are, son, I'm sure they are."
Tamera hated it when Mr. Jacobson called Nathan 'son'. It seemed so old-time and archaic to her, reminding her off the good old boy's club that she would have never been invited to be a part of. Besides, Nathan wasn't his son. Nathan didn't even like the man all that much.
From across the restaurant Morgan stood looking at her brother's table carefully. She hadn't wanted to come to the dinner but Nathan had begged and she couldn't often deny her younger brother anything. She would be greatly uncomfortable in Tamera's presence, but she would deal with it like she always dealt with it.
She ran her hands over the front of her dress to smooth out some of the wrinkles. When she looked up she saw Tamera's green eyes tracing the curves of her body and it made her blush. No one could make her blush like a simple look from the blonde. Morgan smiled sheepishly and began to make her way over to the table making sure not to lose contact with the wonderful green eyes of her brother's wife.
Nathan spotted her as she approached the table and called out to her. He was blissfully ignorant of the look his wife and sister shared. He was always blissfully ignorant. Morgan tore her eyes away from the blonde and settled her sight onto her brother. She waved to him demurely and maneuvered to where she was standing behind the only empty seat at the table that was conveniently situated right beside Tamera.
Mr. Jacobson stood up to great the beautiful arrival to their group, as did Nathan. "Hi Morgan, I'm glad that you could make it."
"I'm sorry I was late," she apologized to the table. "I had one last patient to see before I could leave."
Mr. Jacobson waved her apology away. "No problem at all. I'm sure a doctor's work is never really done."
"I'm afraid not," Morgan smiled her best smile. She had heard of this man and didn't need to know him to not like him. Tamera had told her in-depth of how the older man would make inappropriate advances that often left the blonde quite uncomfortable. If he wasn't Nathan's boss then she would make sure the man could never speak again.
"Yes well," Nathan cleared his throat. "Mr. Jacobson this is my sister, Morgan Sterald and Morgan this is my boss Martin Jacobson."
Morgan continued to wear her best smile as took the other man's hand in greeting. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir. Nathan has often spoken so respectively of you." She knew the game they were playing and even though she hated any type of social games she would play this one for her brother. She owed her brother much more than that.
"Yes well, it's an honor to meet you as well, Dr. Sterald. Allow me to introduce you to my wife, Allison." At least he hadn't forgotten about her as he had done before. Allison reached out her hand and gave a pleasant nod. Her mouth was curled up in a tight smile. Her eyes roamed over the body of the younger woman who stood across from her and once again could not help but feel threatened.
Morgan took her seat and so did the others. Hardly anyone noticed that Tamera and Morgan had exchanged no greeting when the brunette had joined their table nor did they notice that throughout the entire dinner they never spoke to each other at all. Their comments were always responses to someone else's statements. Their laughs were always attributed to someone else's joke. No one bothered to notice, either, how every so often one or the other of the women would let out a slight whimper or a quick moan.
Tamera's hand was tracing idle patterns across Morgan's soft thigh. The tip of her fingernails would tease the inside of Morgan's thigh making the taller woman shiver from the wave of pleasure that coursed through her body. Tamera's touch was almost more than she could stand, but she wouldn't remove the delicate hand because she couldn't stand not being touched by the other woman. She wanted more. It was actually to the point where she needed more.
Feigning illness Morgan excused herself from the dinner apologizing profusely for her utter need to leave. Tamera being the caring and concerned person that she naturally was could do nothing but offer to take Morgan home. Nathan knew that the two women were close and he loved that the two most important women in his life got along so well. With a promise to see his wife later he watched his sister and wife leave the restaurant.
Even though knowing the risks they were taking were beginning to be too great, once the two women reached the car they shared a passionate kiss. No longer could they deny themselves the taste of the other. It had been too long since they had succumbed to their carnal desires.
"Are we going to your place?" Tamera asked between kisses.
"We can't," Morgan breathlessly answered. "Kevin's there."
Tamera pulled away from Morgan's embrace. "Why wasn't Kevin here tonight?"
"He just got back in town earlier today and was too tired to come."
Kevin was Morgan's long-term boyfriend. They had been together almost as long as Nathan and Tamera. He was a pilot so was often out of town making it much easier for Morgan to get away.
"He's going to expect you back tonight, right?"
"Yeah late though," Morgan leaned down and kissed Tamera again. She didn't want to discuss Kevin or anyone else.
"Get in the car," Tamera ordered pushing Morgan away. They couldn't linger in the parking lot for too long because they would surely get caught.
With a great effort Morgan stepped away from the call of Tamera's body and made her way to the passenger side of her vehicle and hurried to get in. Tamera slid into the driver's side and started the car. She pulled out into the street trying to ignore Morgan's hand which had found permanent residence on the inside of her thigh. She drove them to the nearest hotel, one they hadn't been to before. They had only one rule when it came to their infrequent liaisons; never the same place twice. They were kind of paranoid in that way.
The room was rented quickly and the room found in even greater time. Knowing they had no time to waste they instantly shed each other's clothes and fell upon the bed. Instantly their mouths found each other and their hands reached out to caress the other's skin. It had been too long since they had felt the other's touch and had smelt the other's scent.
They needed this night more than they thought they would ever need anything. As their touches became even more intense they could think of nothing but their own need and longing to be with the other for as long as they possibly could. Only the other's touch could release the fire that built up in their bodies.
In hardly any time at all they screamed out their release and reaffirmed their love. Every time they were together it was always about their love and could be about nothing else. If it had just been the sex then they wouldn't be together at all. They would not risk Nathan finding out. They would not risk ruining their own fragile facade that was their public friendship. If they were going to risk everything then it had to be for something more than sex; it just had to be.
Tamera had snuggled up to Morgan's side. It was almost time for them to go. Nathan was surely done with dinner by now and was probably on his way home where he expected to see his wife. Tamera's cell phone rang from inside her purse and she left her warm haven to answer it.
"Hey, honey I just wanted to call you and tell you that I'm on my way home. Did you and Morgan go there or to her place?"
"We're actually at neither. I'm just getting back into the car from being at the clinic. I drove their first because I wanted to force Morgan to take something. You know how she gets when she's sick," It was so easy to lie now. At first, it had been quite difficult but now it was just so easy.
"Yeah I do. Is she feeling any better?"
"Oh yeah she is. Did you want to talk to her?"
"Is she going to go home with you?"
"Probably not, Kevin's back in town. I'm sure he can take care of her."
"Oh, then yeah let me talk to her."
Tamera turned and made her way back over to the bed. She slid back under the covers and snuggled up to her sister-in-law. "Sweetie it's Nathan. He wants to talk to you."
Morgan sighed but took the phone anyway. "Hey Nath."
"Hey Morg, how you feelin'?"
"Better. You know your wife forced me to take medicine?" It was easy to lie. It was just too easy to lie. The two women could easily pick up on the other's story and make sure that their stories' matched. Even if Morgan hadn't heard Tamera's side of the story she would still be able to hold up her end of the lie.
"You should listen to her. She does know what she's doing," Nathan gently chastised.
"You know I'm a doctor too, bro."
"Yeah. Yeah. So I'm going to let you go okay? I kind of would like to get home to Kevin. Haven't seen him in a while."
"Alright. Feel better soon and tell Tam that I love her and will see her soon."
"Okay, later." Morgan hung up the phone and threw it to the end of the bed.
"I'm going to go to Hell."
Tamera snorted. "We both are."
"He says he loves you and will see you when you get home."
Tamera once again moved out of the comfort of Morgan's embrace and made her way to the bathroom. She would have to take a quick shower so that Morgan could take her own. She shut and locked the bathroom door, once again signaling the end to one of their nights together.
Morgan sat up in the bed and stared at the door. Not for the first time, she wished that Tamera hadn't locked the door or that she had had the courage to ask the blonde not to leave her side.
"This has to be the last time," she whispered to herself as the water from the shower turned on. "This has to be the last time."
Continued in Unknown Factor...
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