Rosemarie's Revenge

McKenna and Rosemarie agreed that McKenna would go to her house on Saturday morning. “How long would you like me to stay the first time around?” McKenna asked Rosemarie over the phone on Friday night. “That’s up to you. I’ll take tonight to get things ready for you.” “Oh, no need to go to any fuss for me unless it’s stuff you usually do, anyway. What time should I show up?” “How about 10 o’clock?” “See you then.” Twelve hours later, McKenna was pulling out of Dan and Elsa’s driveway with an overnight bag sitting on the passenger seat. When Rosemarie let her into her house a few minutes later, McKenna noticed the place had a faint smell of roses. “Mmm…smells lovely in here.” Rosemarie gave a quick smile. “You eat breakfast?” “Yeah, a couple of hours ago.” “Feel free to put your stuff in your room.” McKenna walked through the house and down the hallway to the room that would be hers. When she left the room after placing her stuff on the dresser, she found Rosemarie seated on her sofa with one of those cooking shows playing on a large screen TV. McKenna felt a bit awkward for a moment, unsure of what to do. “Want some company?” “Sure. You don’t need to ask. I’ll tell you to go away if I need some space.” They sat in silence at opposite ends of the couch. A few minutes later, Rosemarie picked up a remote, turned off the TV, and said, “I want to experiment.” “Experiment?” McKenna asked. “Experiment with what?” “You.” “Oh,” McKenna said, feeling her face flush. “I’m slow at times.” Rosemarie kept a steady dark-eyed gaze on her. McKenna studied the Italian woman as her brain took a moment to digest her words. “Okay, but mind my asking where this came from? Why now?” “I’ve always been curious, and well, it certainly helps to have Rick out of the picture, doesn’t it?” “You can say that again,” McKenna agreed. “Tonight I’ll come to your room.” “Okay, I’m open to a little experimentation with you. Anything I should do first in preparation?” Rosemarie shook her head, eyes now gazing at the passing cars beyond the living room window. They didn’t talk much for the rest of the morning, and McKenna had moments where she wasn’t sure that moving in with Rosemarie was the right thing to do. She just felt weird about it and wasn’t sure exactly what Rosemarie wanted. She didn’t want to put her on the spot by being too direct about it either. Rosemarie may still be attractive, but McKenna wasn’t sure she felt all that comfortable around her. It wasn’t that Rosemarie had said or done anything wrong, but she had a personality that was too serious for her tastes. Rosemarie was too quiet - almost boring - and had no sense of humor. She almost never seemed to laugh or smile. They were still virtually strangers to each other as well, and McKenna didn’t even know if they shared any common interests. She wasn’t sure she liked the idea of being used for experimentation, but a little playing around couldn’t hurt. Just as long as one of them didn’t end up taking it more seriously than the other, but this was something McKenna couldn’t foresee. Therefore, she decided to just go with the flow unless that flow headed in a direction she wasn’t comfortable with. Nothing was etched in stone. She could always move out if she didn’t want to stay. It was that simple, right? “I’d like a tuna fish sandwich for lunch and one of the Hamburger Helper things I picked up for dinner,” Rosemarie said. “If you don’t want any of those things for yourself, you can rummage through the kitchen to find something different. Meanwhile, you’ll find all the ingredients necessary for what I want, okay?” McKenna nodded. “Remember, your room and board come from cooking and cleaning.” “No problem. I won’t forget,” said McKenna, wondering if sex was going to be added to that list of requirements or if that would be considered “extra.” She made what Rosemarie asked for and Rosemarie thanked her and ate the food wordlessly. She didn’t compliment her cooking, but she didn’t complain either, so McKenna assumed she’d done an adequate job. After dinner, she spent the evening in her room on her laptop catching up on emails and social media. She looked up Raul, but not surprisingly, she couldn’t find him on social media. She figured that as an ADA, he would be bombarded with people swearing vengeance if not begging him to look into a case for them and had simply not wanted to be pestered so much. She had his number and she considered calling him just to say hello, but decided to wait. After spending the previous night with him, she didn’t want to go from not being there for a couple of decades to suddenly being there all the time. She thought that might seem weird to him, despite his feelings remaining the same over the years. She couldn’t help but wonder when Rosemarie would come to her room and what would happen when she did, but she found that out an hour or so after she drifted off when the sensation came to her, even in her sleep, that she was no longer alone. She opened her eyes and looked around the darkened room. She spotted Rosemarie’s silhouette moving toward her dresser within the shadows. Was she supposed to say something or make like she was still asleep? Before she could decide, a lighter flicked and she watched Rosemarie light a candle that she set on the dresser. “Get up,” Rosemarie said in a strange voice. She sounded almost trancelike, but stern and menacing at the same time. McKenna shoved the covers aside and stood up. Rosemarie inspected her body, clad in a spaghetti-strap tank top and a thong. “Very nice. I always thought you were good-looking enough to be the one I experimented with.” “You’ve never been with a woman before?” “Shhh! No, I haven’t. Now don’t talk unless I tell you to.” For a minute, McKenna wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Normally, she didn’t tolerate being ordered around, but then she figured it was just part of some kind of harmless sex game Rosemarie wanted to play, so she decided to go along with it. Rosemarie reached for the bottom of McKenna’s tank and began to lift it over her head. She then removed the sleeveless satin nightgown she wore while McKenna watched curiously. Rosemarie appeared confident and not at all self-conscious. Perhaps that was because she had a good body for her age, and she knew it. With Rosemarie now clad in just her panties, she nudged McKenna onto the edge of the bed. Then she pushed her back by the shoulders and began tugging at the sides of her thong. McKenna shimmied back and upward so they could be slipped off with ease. Once they were removed, Rosemarie knelt down between her legs and slowly but curiously began to taste her. Her movements were slow at first, eventually building to a frenzy as her excitement grew. McKenna was just about to tell her to ease up when she shuddered in a way that told her she had cum. Rosemarie took a moment to catch her breath, and then she got to her feet. She slipped out of her panties and told McKenna to lie in the center of the bed. After she did this, she gently climbed onto the bed, straddling McKenna’s hips, and then she slowly rested her weight upon her. Rosemarie nudged McKenna’s legs apart with her knee and began to rub against her slowly at first and then with more enthusiasm. What would ordinarily feel good to McKenna really didn’t phase her one way or another. Maybe that was because she didn’t know Rosemarie well, or maybe it was because they weren’t right for each other. After Rosemarie was satisfied a second time, never asking McKenna how she liked it or if she wanted anything in particular, she got off the bed and said, “There are two things I always wanted to do to you.” “Oh, yeah?” McKenna asked. Rosemarie flipped on the light and blew the candle out. A small wisp of smoke trailed off into nothing. “The first thing I wanted to do was get it on with you.” “And the second thing?” Rosemarie reached for something on the floor by the foot of the bed that McKenna hadn’t seen. “Punish you for coming between Rick and me.” She raised a black leather whip with purple beads hanging off some scattered tassels. “Uh, I don’t think so,” McKenna said nervously. “Experimenting is one thing, brutality is another. I’m afraid my sensitive skin wouldn’t like—” “Shut up!” Rosemarie screamed. McKenna’s heart took off racing. Oh, no. Just what the fuck had she gotten herself into?