Still Desirable

Alexis Fawx sits on the edge of the bed, face buried in her hands. Something's eating at her. Jane Wilde steps into the hall, spots her mother crumpled like that, and drifts inside. Mom, what's wrong? she asks, circling the bed and dropping down beside her. Alexis snaps upright, wipes the tears away fast. Nothing, honey. Allergies, she lies, forcing a thin smile. Jane sees straight through it. Come on, she knows when her mother hurts. Out with it. Alexis breathes deep. It’s your father, she blurts, then stops. She shouldn’t say it. Too crude. Too humiliating. Jane waits her out. Alexis caves. He cheated, she whispers. Jane’s face twists. That bastard! Alexis shakes her head, still dazed, says she saw the texts. Jane presses: You confront him yet? Alexis hasn’t. Doesn’t know what the hell to say. Jane rubs her shoulder. Sorry, Mom. Alexis tells her not to hate him; he still loves her. Jane nods, but adds it’s unforgivable anyway. Silence thickens. Alexis finally mutters the part that stings most: the girl’s barely twenty. Jane’s jaw hits the floor. Same age as me, she spits. Alexis nods. She doesn’t know what to do. Jane’s answer is instant and filthy: fuck someone younger. Wouldn’t that settle the score? Alexis barks a dry laugh. Jane isn’t joking. Do it. Make yourself feel alive again. Alexis stares. Are you telling me to cheat? Jane shrugs. He did first. Alexis hesitates. Who’d even want her now? Jane snaps. Look in the mirror. Alexis is smoking hot. She knows a dozen guys, a dozen girls, who’d crawl for a taste. Hell, Jane blurts, I’d fuck you myself. Heat rushes her cheeks. Alexis mistakes it for pity, thanks her, says it’s sweet but fake. Jane meets her eyes, calm now. We’re just as stubborn, she smiles. I meant it. Let me prove it. She leans in and kisses Alexis full on the mouth. Alexis answers for a beat, then pulls back. This won’t fix a thing. It isn’t about him, Jane breathes, and kisses her again. This time Alexis sinks into it. Jane’s hands roam, cupping and licking until Alexis answers with the same hunger, palming Jane’s tight tits, pinching the stiff nipples. When Jane’s tongue finally drags over Alexis’ slick cunt, the sting of betrayal burns off like smoke. Every flick erases the bastard who started this. Right now it’s just wet heat, greedy fingers, and the two of them rewriting the night.