A Taste of Spring

Spring could hear the sound of Summer's bare feet on the hard floor behind her but Spring ignored it and the reflection of her
sister that appeared in the mirror.
"Spill or I'm going to..."
(Sisters can be so fricking annoying.)
"Going to what? You have nothing on me, cow." Spring tossed the rest of her ice cream into the sink then used a towel to wet
and wipe her chin and neck. No more. She wasn't going to be bullied.
"Really?" Summer asked as she gave Spring a mischievous grin. "I see that Troy's been calling a lot."
Spring gazed at Summer's reflection in the mirror. Spring's eyes narrowed, her lips pursed, and her pulse quickened. "You
wouldn't," Spring hissed.
"I would." The determined look on Summer's face spoke volumes.
Spring broke eye contact. She rinsed the towel much longer than was necessary, then hung it from the hook where the hand
towels usually dangled. She tossed the wooden ice cream stick into the garbage then moved past her sister and out of the
bathroom, giving her a wide berth.
"Fine," Spring sighed as she fell back into the chair. "I met him at the place your client requested. He actually approached me
so...yeah, contact was easy." Spring lifted her feet up and under her in the chair then sat back, getting more comfortable.
"What happened after you went to his house, Two?" Summer reached for the remote that fell to the floor earlier when Spring got
up and turned the television off.
Spring glanced at the remote but didn't say what she was thinking. That she wasn't going to touch it again unless she boiled it.
"Two," Summer said and snapped her fingers. "Focus. What happened next?"
Spring shook her head then reluctantly thought of the man she was unsuccessfully trying to forget. She told Summer of the
dinner, the arcade game, and the kiss. God, that kiss. The kiss was why she lost her damn mind.
The way he touched her, the way he continued to kiss her, the feel of him inside her. That night still haunted her, so as she retold
her sister how she felt in Dezmond's arms it was as if she was reliving every moment. Sensations and shivers racked her body
but Spring tried her best to hide it.

Neither spoke for a few minutes after Spring finished.
"Hmmm," Summer said as she sat back on the sofa.
Spring frowned. "What?"
Summer's expression was thoughtful. It was one that Spring hated because it was a look that they both shared, had learned or
inherited from their grams. The "I am about to analyze you" look.
"You like him!" Summer exclaimed with an accusatory glare.
"I don't!"
Summer leaned forward. "First, you had sex with this man. YOU...had sex with this man," Summer said loudly, emphasizing the
word "you". "You've only been with one guy and it took him years...years to get into your pants."
"I know," Spring groaned.
Shaking her head, Summer said, "It took Troy years to get-"
Annoyed, Spring yelled out, "I know."
"Well, what are you going to do?" Summer sat back again then sneezed. This time, she used the tissue she had beside her to
cover her mouth.
"Bless you."
"Thanks." They both said nothing for a moment more, then Summer spoke. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know...tell him that we can't be together again. He still thinks we can be a couple with me here and him there," Spring
sighed.
Summer exhaled then slapped her hands together. "Not Troy you twit, Dezmond Rey. What are you going to do about him? You
like him, Spring. Like...like him, like him. The way you're dragging around the house, eating foods you never eat. The fact that
you went all the way with him."

Spring narrowed her eyes, pinning Summer with a hard look. "I'm juggling a part time job, a dream job, and your job. I'm wound
up and I eat when I'm wired, and I've since gone out with two more of your 'new appointments' because you can't." Thank
goodness we look somewhat alike. "Dez was no different," she added. But he was. She didn't feel a quarter of the attraction she
felt for Dez for Raheem. And, Allen was just a nut. Being an escort wasn't as easy as she thought.
Summer twisted her lips as she gave Spring her patented look of disbelief. "You told me every detail of those 'appointments' and
nothing happened with them like what happened with Dezmond. You slept with him, Two," Summer said with awe. "You know
how many of my clients I've slept with? Three out of twenty regulars and one was a total mistake on my part, but I knew him for
over a year.
"The other two are great guys and we have an understanding. I am honest with them both and I hope they are honest with me.
I'm always very safe." Summer frowned. "My point is, with me doing this for over five years I've only been with three of my
clients. That's three out of hundreds of dates."
"I know," Spring whined. God, things were so frustrating, and talking about it made things so much more...real.
"You like this Dez."