Shredded Bliss

Shredded Bliss

All the persons, names, places and events depicted in

Jan's stories are fictional.

Any resemblance to actual events, persons or locations is purely coincidental.

© 2005

“There’s nothing to wear in here!” Joan stomped her way out of the walk-in closet and toward her king-sized bed, where she flopped down and buried her head in her crossed arms, frustrated.

“Calm down, honey,” Shari got up from the secretary’s desk where she’d been working on her laptop computer and went across the room to peek into the closet. She cringed. The hangers were full, but the clothes that her partner was most fond of wearing were mixed up in the heaps of laundry that were littering the closet floor, waiting to be done. She took a deep breath and kicked at the clothes as she fought her way into the closet.

Joan rolled over to get a better view of Shari, watching her work up the courage to actually go all the way into the closet. “Any luck?”

“Lots, actually,” Shari replied. “I haven’t lost any limbs yet, and I’ve managed not to have either eye poked out. Twice.” Then she sighed. “I guess it’s time to clean this closet out, huh?”

Joan made an unintelligible sound and pulled a pillow over her head. For a neat freak, she was downright sloppy. She loved to have everything orderly and in its place. But then, she couldn’t seem to translate that desire into action; so, as a result, her bedroom was a mess and her partner, bless her, managed to put up with her clutter until it became unmanageable. Then, Shari would send Joan off for the day and do a major clean up. It was a deal they had worked out during their first year together. Joan took care of the periodic car maintenance on both their vehicles, and while she was gone, Shari went on a cleaning frenzy.

“Honey, when’s the next oil change due?” Shari sweetly asked as she pulled something off the hanger that looked like it might jump off anyway and attack her. She kicked a few items out of her way and then picked up several items and sent them sailing outside the closet door.

“Any day – Oh, yeah!” suddenly understanding, “I’m on it.” She pulled a pair of sweat pants from the pile that Shari had just tossed and pulled on a sweater that had been discarded on the floor by her side of the bed the night before. “Gotta love Saturdays,” she mumbled as she pulled the neck of the sweater down past her nose. It got stuck there. “A little help, please?”

Shari stuck her head out of the closet and laughed. Joan was wiggling around, trying to get the sweater over her head. She’s gotten her arms into the sleeves but the neck of the sweater wasn’t budging, and the body of the sweater refused to be lowered down over Joan’s body. “Um, honey? That’s not your sweater. It’s mine.”

“Oh, crap! I’m stuck, here. Can you get me out of this?” Shari was instantly at Joan’s side where she tried to figure out how to pull the sweater back up and off her lover without ruining the sweater. “Okay, bend over and I’ll pull.”

Joan bent over, and Shari took the opportunity to admire her backside. When Joan didn’t feel any tugging, she said, “The blood is rushing to my head. What are you doing?”

Shari ran her hand around Joan’s backside and sighed in appreciation. “Taking advantage; what else?”

“Honey? If you don’t get me out of here, you’re going to have to get a new one,” Joan warned.

“Sweater?”

“No. Lover.” She stomped her foot. “Get me outta here!”

Shari tugged but the sweater wouldn’t budge. “This was one of my favorites, you know. I think I’m going to have to cut it off.”

“Why was it on my side of the floor anyhow?” Joan whined. The bedroom was warm and the sweater was making her even more uncomfortable.

“Because it’s your favorite, too. Last night you said it hugged me in all the right places. Then you pulled it off, and –“

“Nevermind.” Joan got even warmer remembering just how she pulled it off and what they did afterward. “Great, now I’m trapped, sweaty, and horny.”

“I fail to see a problem with that,” Shari quipped.

“My hands are trapped. You know, my hands? “

“Oh, right. Okay.” Shari pulled a pair of heavy duty scissors from her desk drawer and started cutting away the knitted fabric. Each time she cut a seam, she ran her hands under the newly opened part so that she could caress Joan, who could only stand there and moan. Shari took her time due to the enjoyment she got from seeing Joan become more and more aroused, despite her predicament. One small piece at a time, then Shari’s hands would be roaming over Joan’s skin, caressing each curve until she saw Joan’s knees start to shake.

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” She squeaked, “Oh yeah, you know.” The oil change was completely forgotten. All Joan could think of was what she’d do when she was freed.

After prolonging Joan's torture for as long as she could, Shari finally made the last cut and lifted the rest of the sweater away from her lover’s body. She put the scissors back on her desktop and turned back toward her partner who wasted no time pulling her into a deep, urgent kiss. Thankful to finally be able to use her hands again, Joan started undressing Shari, who had managed to stoke both their fires.

As she pulled Shari’s shirt loose from her jeans, Shari said, “Be careful, this is what got you stuck in my sweater in the first place.”

“If it turns out like this,” Joan said, as they both tumbled onto the bed, “it’s worth it. I love you Shari.”

“Love you, too, sweetheart.”

Incidentally, no laundry, housework, or car maintenance was done that day.