Class of '92
by Ann Douglas
Rachel Spenser was enjoying herself at the 10th reunion of
the Class of '92. When she had first received the invitation to the
celebration a few weeks back, the twenty-eight-year-old had
tossed it aside with a mental note to send back the small "Will not
be attending" card when she got a chance. Now she was glad it had
gotten lost among the bills.
It had been a good number of years since Rachel had left
East Monroe to go to school out in California. In that time, she
had only been back to visit her hometown a handful of times. With
her mother's funeral four years before, even those rare trips had
stopped.
One of the reasons the tiny town she had spent her early
life in occupied such a small place in her memory was the fact that
few people in East Monroe ever made enough of an impression on
her to be worth remembering. Or at least that was the way it had
seemed to her at the time.
A feature reporter for the San Francisco Post for the last
five years, Rachel had been trying to land a cover story in the
weekend newsmagazine for the last nine months. Opportunity
seemed to land in her lap when her Editor announced that he
wanted to do a cover story on high school reunions. Never one to
let a chance for advancement go by, Rachel had jumped on it,
saying that she thought it was a great idea and then, remembering
the invite sitting in the drawer at home, casually mentioning that
she was already going to her own reunion in two weeks.
Her move had worked and instead of handing off the
assignment to Wendy Thomas, as he had been planning to do, the
Editor decided to give Rachel a shot at the cover instead. A
switch that the younger reporter had been none too happy with.
She saw Rachel as someone who'd passed her peak already and
should just get out of the way of those younger and more capable.
Rachel had smiled at her younger competition when Wendy
offered what the older woman was sure were false congratulations.
Behind the twenty-four-year-old's smile, Rachel was certain, was
the hope that the older woman would fall flat on her face with the
assignment. Maybe even hard enough to see her tossed from the
paper.
As she headed back to her own desk. Rachel considered the
idea that might very well be a real possibility. It had been long
years since she had talked to any of her own schoolmates and even
then she had hardly been on the best of terms with many. What if
she couldn't come up with a winning story about any of them?
To her great surprise, people who she had hardly paid any
attention to back in school were overjoyed to welcome her back.
From their perspective, she was one of the big success stories of
the Class of '92. After all, she had moved away from the small
town and now lived in San Francisco, working for one of the major
newspapers. Compared to most of their lives, that was the big
time indeed.
It was also interesting to see how some people had changed
physically over the years. Rachel worked hard to keep herself in
pretty much the same shape she'd been in during high school and
college, but it quickly became obvious that not everyone had.
Jenny Wilson seemed the most extreme example. A
cheerleader back in the day, she had become the stereotype of the
bon-bon eating housewife, adding a hundred pounds to her frame.
Almost the reverse was true for Michelle Berkey. Nicknamed
Moose by some of the less kind high school boys, she had shed half
her weight in the years since graduation.
Rachel had interviewed both of them and each seemed
equally overjoyed to have, if not the proverbial fifteen minutes of
fame, then their names in print. During the brief chats with the
two of them and others, Rachel found herself answering almost as
many questions as she asked.
What was life like in San Francisco? Did she like being a
reporter? What famous people had she met? Did she have a lot of
boyfriends?
It was only the last question that Rachel tired of answering.
Her standard reply was that her career left little time for an
active social life. The reaction of those she gave it to all seemed
to be pretty much the same. It was too bad than she hadn't been
able to find a man that could support her career plans as well.
Then again, as a few pointed out, weren't a lot of the men in San
Francisco the sort that didn't like women?
"Oh that is such a shame," Doris Lynch added as she
expressed that very sentiment once more as she asked Rachel
about her life on the West Coast.
Among the people she had interviewed so far, Rachel
remembered Doris quite well. One of those girls who had to know
everyone else's business, and then couldn't wait to share it with
anyone else. Giving her set reply to the question, Rachel wondered
how the gossip would react if she answered more honestly: pointing
out that the large percentage of Gay men in San Francisco really
didn't bother her because truth be told, she had never been the
kind of woman who liked men either.
"She'd probably race for the microphone up on the stage so
she could announce it over the public address system," Rachel
thought, thinking that was the sort of hot gossip that Doris would
be unable to keep secret for a minute.
That fact that she was a lesbian was something that Rachel
normally never gave a second thought to back home. It was
something she had come to realize back in high school, even though
she hadn't done anything about it until college. It was simply who
she was.
In the years since, she'd had three serious relationships,
the last of which had ended a year before. She'd had a few dates
since but nothing that seemed to be going anywhere.
"I wonder if Doris is available?" Rachel laughed silently to
herself as she poured herself a glass of punch and remembered
what her former classmate had looked like in the showers after
gym. From the way she filled out the dress she'd been wearing
during their interview, she still looked pretty much the same.
With the material already filling half her notepad, Rachel
was now confident she would be able to write the kind of article
her Editor was looking for. Now she could relax and enjoy the rest
of the evening.
Ten minutes later, Rachel had completed yet another
interview that would add to her story. In her mind she could
already see the completed product and it was going to be exactly
the kind of uplifting story that the Post liked to run in its Sunday
Magazine. If she was really lucky, the story might be picked up
and run in syndication as many of the cover stories were.
Being from a small town, Rachel found it funny how many city
people liked to read about their small town counterparts. Still, if
it was going to advance her career, well that was fine with her.
"God, can you believe she had the nerve to show up here?"
said a woman's voice from behind where Rachel was standing.
The comment had been spoken in a low voice to another
woman standing next to the speaker, but had carried just far
enough for the reporter to hear. Curious as to who had elicited
such a reaction, Rachel moved so she could see whom it was the
two women were talking about. To her surprise, not only was it
someone she recognized, but it was also one of the few people in
her class that she had considered a friend.
"Kelly O'Neil," Rachel said to herself as she recognized the
blond haired woman in the blue dress, but then corrected herself
that it had been Kelly Ryan for a number of years now. "Why in
the world would anyone in this town have a bad word to say about
her?"
Back in high school, Kelly O'Neil had been the proverbial
most popular girl in school. Captain of the Cheerleader squad, Vice
President of the Student Council, as well as valedictorian of the
graduating class. She had been looked on as the girl who was going
to do it all. Kelly had also been an assistant editor on the school
paper, which was where Rachel knew her from, having been the
editor herself.
From what Rachel had heard, Kelly had indeed fulfilled
everyone's expectations, which included marrying Tom Ryan, the
Captain of the football team. The last time Rachel had been home,
Kelly had just been elected the youngest member of the town
council. What could've happened since?
Timidity had never been one of Rachel's traits so she walked
right past the two women who had been talking about Kelly and
said hello to her old friend.
"Oh my God!" Kelly exclaimed in surprise, "I don't believe it.
Rachel Spenser, what brings you back to this one-horse town?"
Rachel paused a breath before answering, taking the
opportunity to look at her old friend. Kelly had always been one of
the hottest girls in school, and she had certainly improved with
age. Some women were like that, really reaching their peak as they
got older.
Rachel quickly explained about her story and how she had
come to the reunion for it. She added that she had been surprised
at how nice everyone had been to her, seeing as how she was really
not part of the in-crowd back in their school days.
"It's good to see you though," Rachel said, remembering
that Kelly had been the only friend from school who had attended
her mother's funeral.
"Well just don't say that too loud around some of these
people," Kelly said with a strong touch of animosity in her voice.
"Because they might have a real sudden change of heart about you.
Guilt by association, that sort of thing."
"And what exactly are you guilty of?" Rachel asked.
Kelly took what seemed like a long time before answering.
Her reply, when it came, was somewhat cryptic.
"Being different I guess," she said.
"I don't understand," Rachel replied.
"Look, my coming to this glorified sock hop was a mistake
and I was just about to leave," Kelly said. "I really need a drink of
something a little stronger than what they poured into the punch
bowl. Why not come with me and have a drink. I'll tell you all
about my scandalous behavior."
The party had already begun to wind down and, to put it
mildly, Rachel was really intrigued by the mystery. She agreed and
as per Kelly's request, gave her a five-minute head start and then,
after saying a few good-byes, followed her out the door.
-=-=-=-
It actually took until the third drink before Kelly loosened
up enough to tell her story. They had driven to Parson's Bar out by
the county line. Not the sort of place you'd find the upper class of
East Monroe, but the kind of bar where all they cared about was
that you paid for your drinks up front.
"Did you see David Burke back at the reunion?" the long
haired blond said after her empty glass hit the table.
Rachel had to think a moment to put a face to the name,
then remembered the heavyset manager of the multiplex theater
who had said a quick hello to her. She nodded to Kelly that she had
seen him.
"Good old Dave, another fine upstanding member of the
community," Kelly said sarcastically. "Well I don't know if he
mentioned it, but Dave split up recently with his wife of seven
years. It seems that the mother of his three kids wasn't really
satisfying his needs. So to make up for her deficiencies, Dave had
been taking time off during the matinees to screw the twenty-year-old
who worked behind the snack bar."
Rachel took it in but didn't comment. Things like that
happened both in big cities and small towns.
"So Dave, who's screwing the hired help is welcomed at the
reunion, while I'm treated like I was taking on truckers five at a
time. But then again, Dave is one of the guys so that makes it
okay."
It was obvious to Rachel that Kelly had an affair, or at least
had been caught screwing someone other than her husband. Yet,
even in a small town like East Monroe, something like that
shouldn't generate a reaction like Kelly described.
"Oh God," Rachel thought, "could it have been someone
underage?"
Back in Frisco, there had been a woman in her apartment
building that got busted for having sex with minors. In her mid
60's, the woman had reminded Rachel of the woman who played the
Aunt on that old TV show on cable about the small town sheriff.
Who would've ever thought the grandmother was screwing half the
teenage boys on the block. It took a lot to make a scandal in San
Francisco, but that had done it. Rachel could only imagine how
something like that would play out here.
"Donna Franklin was there too," Kelly said, "I know you
remember Donna."
Rachel nodded that she did. Donna had also been on the
Student Council with Kelly.
"She finally married Clark Lange, whose father you might
remember was the minister at Blessed Heart, as well as being part
of the Langes who owned the drug store. Of course old Clark
never would've walked down the aisle with her if she hadn't been
able to swear on a stack of bibles that she was a virgin and that no
man had passed between her pearly gates. Well it was a good thing
he didn't ask her to also swear that no man had ever had his cock
in her mouth as well. Donna might've had a little problem with
that, giving the rather large number that had."
That little piece of knowledge greatly surprised Rachel.
Back in school, Donna was always going on about how she was going
to save herself for marriage. Sometimes to the point of being
obnoxious, looking down on those who didn't value it as highly as
she professed to. Evidently, she agreed with the former President
in what actually defined sexual relations.
"But I guess it was okay for Dave and Donna for another
reason," Kelly was still going on, even though Rachel had become
distracted by what she'd just been told. "At least they were doing
it with the right sex."
"What?" Rachel said, realizing she had just missed
something.
"No, you heard right," Kelly said, not knowing that her
friend hadn't heard at all. "When Tom came home unexpectedly
from a hunting trip with the boys, he walked right in on me and
Susan."
"Susan?" Rachel repeated.
"Susan Lauro, she was a few years older than us and a
waitress at the Golden Dove diner," she explained. "You didn't
know her. She moved here after you left and took off after the
story got all over town."
"You were having sex with another woman?" Rachel asked,
just to be sure that the few drinks they'd both put away hadn't
distorted what she had heard.
"Yes," Kelly said, "so feel free to express the disgust that
almost everyone else in town that knows seems to have."
"Was this a one time thing or have you always been
attracted to other women?" Rachel asked instead, thinking that
disgust was the last thing she would find in the situation.
"Well it would be easy to say it was a one time thing," Kelly
answered. "That it sort of just happened, that maybe I was drunk
and things got out of hand. That's the answer I think I'd tell
other people if they cared enough to ask. But you were my friend
and you haven't suddenly felt an urge to run away lest I
contaminate you, so I'll give you an honest answer."
Rachel was now hanging on every word, glad that they had
taken a booth in the back of the bar where no one else could hear.
"The honest answer is that I've felt attracted to other
women since back in high school," Kelly said, the sense of relief in
the way she said it suggesting that it was the first time she had
actually said it to anyone. "It wasn't something I could deal with
so I just buried what I was feeling and made sure no one would
ever even think that I had feelings like that. Could you imagine
how the girls in our class would've reacted if they knew that I was
getting turned on looking at them in the locker room and showers?"
"I think I could," Rachel said softly, but now it was Kelly
who really wasn't listening.
"It got so that I'd rather have a reputation as a slut than
people thinking I was a dyke," she added.
Thinking back, Rachel remembered that there was a short
period during junior year during which Kelly was the topic of a
considerable amount of conversation in the boy's locker room. Her
brother, Chip, only a year older than Rachel, had told her that her
friend was beginning to acquire a reputation as being pretty easy.
He had been considerate enough to leave out the fact that it was a
subject that he had first hand knowledge of. Rachel remembered
the conversation quite clearly because, despite the fact that
neither of the girls having been virgins, it had been such a sudden
change in the way the seventeen year old normally acted around
guys.
The locker room stories and Kelly's exploits with other
guys abruptly ended when she started dating Tom Ryan. Now
Rachel understood why. No one was ever going to think that the
girl who was sleeping with the Team Captain was more interested in
her fellow cheerleaders.
"In fact," Kelly said as she brought her story to a close, "I
even had the biggest crush on you. I was so afraid that you were
going to catch me staring at you one day."
With that, Rachel suddenly lost it and began to laugh loudly
enough for people in the front of the bar to hear her. Her
reaction was definitely not what Kelly had expected.
"I didn't think it was that funny," Kelly said, her tone
reflecting a realization that maybe Rachel wasn't all that
different than her other one time friends after all.
"Oh yes it is," Rachel replied, barely able to get out the
words because she was laughing so hard. "You have no idea how
funny it really is."
Anything Rachel said after that fell on deaf ears as Kelly
grabbed her bag and got up to leave. The last thing the blond
haired woman needed was yet another ignorant asshole that found
her life a subject of amusement.
"Kelly wait," Rachel said, regaining control of herself when
she saw her old friend stand up and start to leave.
It was only the press of Rachel's hand around her wrist as
the newspaper reporter attempted to physically stop her that
made Kelly pause. But it was a pause that only lasted long enough
for Rachel to get in a few more words.
"Kelly, I wasn't laughing at you," she quickly said. "Believe
me, that's the last thing that I'd ever do. Just give me a minute
to explain and I'm sure you'll understand."
"You've got thirty seconds," a now angry Kelly said, pulling
her arm away.
"Kelly," Rachel simply said, "I'm gay."
Kelly froze in mid-motion. She looked at Rachel for a long
moment, then sat back down without saying another word.
"That's why I found what you said so funny," Rachel quickly
went on. "You were so worried that I was going to notice that you
were checking me out, and I spent half my time doing the same
thing."
"Oh my God!" Kelly said as it all finally hit her. "You and I
were both ..."
"It seems so," Rachel said, completing Kelly's thought.
"Although it seems that neither of us knew it at the time."
"It seems like such a waste," Kelly said.
"A waste?" Rachel repeated.
"That we didn't know," Kelly replied. "Our lives could've
been so different."
"I suppose," Rachel said as she looked deep into Kelly's blue
eyes, knowing that she was imagining just what that life might've
been like.
"Do you have ..." Kelly started to ask, then rephrased her
question. "Are you with someone now?"
"No, not really," Rachel answered. "I guess my social life has
been taking a back seat to my career for a while now."
No sooner did Rachel answer one question, then Kelly asked
another. She seemed quite curious about life back in San
Francisco, especially the fact that her friend had come out a few
years back and no one seemed to care.
"You're life sounds great," Kelly said as Rachel answered
her last question.
"Well like anything else, it has its ups and downs," Rachel
replied.
"Well at least it's better than anything you would've had
around here," Kelly added, emphasizing her point with a wave of
her hand in the direction of the town beyond.
The broad motion caused Rachel to look up and take note
that the two of them had become a center of attention to some of
the other patrons. They might not have been close enough to hear
the topic of their discussion, but it was pretty obvious that at one
point they were having some sort of disagreement. The chance of
that discord turning physical, a not uncommon occurrence in the
bar, was enough to hold their interest.
"Why don't we get out of here?" Rachel suggested as she
drew Kelly's attention to their audience.
"I think that's a good idea," Kelly agreed.
-=-=-=-
Once back in Rachel's rented car, the two decided that the
reporter's room at the Holiday Inn out by the Interstate would be
a lot more private than going back to the room at the boarding
house where Kelly had been living since Tom had thrown her out.
The boarding house was in walking distance, but it was
almost a given, Kelly said, that if they went there, it would be all
over town by morning that she'd had another woman in her room.
That the woman was an old friend that she'd met at the Reunion
was a fact that she was equally sure would be left out of the
gossip.
"Nice," Kelly said as she looked around the room as Rachel
locked the door behind them. "I wish I could afford a place like
this. My place is really a dump, but it's the best I can do right
now."
"Well the paper's actually picking up the tab for this,"
Rachel said, even though she could easily afford the room on her
own if she had to.
"It even has a little kitchenette," Kelly said, making
reference to the microwave, mini-refrigerator and coffee maker.
"Would you like some coffee?" Rachel asked, thinking that
they'd had enough to drink for the night.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," Kelly said, thinking pretty
much the same thing.
As the brunette poured water into the coffee maker, they
continued the conversation they'd begun at the bar. This time, it
centered on Kelly's plans for the future.
"Well, Tom and I are getting a divorce of course," she said
as Rachel returned and sat down next to her on the couch with the
coffee. "Actually, he's not being the prick about it that some men
might be considering the circumstances. I can imagine some
husbands taking the fact that their wife preferred another woman
over them as enough of a blow to their masculinity as to want to
have some kind of revenge. Thankfully, we didn't have kids to fight
over, and he's willing to split everything right down the middle."
"I guess he didn't want the details of the divorce to become
public record," Rachel suggested. "At least more than they already
have."
"I considered that too," Kelly said, thankful for the strong
coffee's effect, "and to be honest, I agree with him on that. It's
not like I had an affair because he was a bastard or anything. I
don't want to see him hurt because of my mistake."
"Being attracted to other women isn't a mistake," Rachel
said, "despite what some people think."
"The mistake I was referring to was marrying him in the
first place, knowing that I really wasn't attracted to him in the
way a wife should be," Kelly clarified. "If I didn't have the
courage to live my life out in the open the way you did, then I
should've at least had enough to say no when he proposed."
"Well I think you should be concentrating on the future and
not the past," Rachel said. "After all, what was done certainly
can't be undone."
"Some things can," Kelly said, putting the coffee cup down
and turning to face Rachel.
Rachel looked into her friend's eyes and saw her mind.
Further words weren't needed to understand what she meant. If
she could trade places with Kelly for a moment, she would see the
same things in her own brown eyes.
Still silent, Rachel put her own cup and saucer down next to
its twin, then brought her hands up to the sides of Kelly's face.
Softly, she stroked back the long blond strands that had fallen in
disarray, her fingers continuing downward to caress the blonde's
lips.
Kelly gently kissed Rachel's fingers, taking them one at a
time into her mouth as well. Then, after reaching out to stroke
her friend's darker and much shorter hair, she leaned forward and
kissed her on the lips.
The kiss was short and ever so soft, to be repeated again
and again. It was the fulfillment of many youthful nights' dreams
for both of them. As their tongues glided into each other's mouth,
Kelly cupped Rachel's breasts with both her hands, her thumbs
pressing against the hardness of the thick nipples through her
dress.
"Rachel ... I ...," she started to say hesitantly as their lips
parted.
"I know," Rachel replied, acknowledging that she felt the
same way.
Neither woman was the type to just jump into bed with
someone on their first date, not that tonight could really be called
a date at all. Still, they had a decade-old desire that they both
shared. A longing that, up until a few hours ago, each thought was
hers alone.
"We can't," Kelly said, trying to think with her head and not
her heart. "could we?"
"Why not?" Rachel asked in return, a wide smile filling her
face.
Why not indeed, the equally broad grin that now filled
Kelly's face seemed to say.
Their lips met again, this time with more passion as the
years since they were teenage girls faded away and the fires of
youthful lust returned. Now their hands knew no hesitation as
they explored the softness of each other's body, undoing the
snaps and buttons that held dresses tight against their skin.
Rachel's dress came with a built in bra so as it came loose,
Kelly was rewarded with a close up view of the breasts beneath.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the dark pink nipples she
admired many times in the showers. An admiration that was quickly
transformed into action as her hands pressed against the soft
globes, their warmth sending a burst of excitement all through
her.
Rachel was no less eager to undress Kelly, but once she had
likewise undid the top of the blue dress her friend wore, she let it
just hang loose rather than try to slide it off. It was enough for
her just to be able to look down at the blonde's larger mounds,
held in place by an equally blue bra.
Kelly meanwhile, despite being the more inexperienced of
the two, couldn't wait to taste Rachel's flesh. Bringing her mouth
down to breast level, she closed her lips around the thick nipples
she had felt earlier, her tongue painting them with a warm
wetness.
"Oh yes," Rachel moaned encouragingly and stroking the
back of the blonde's head as Kelly drew her deep inside. "That is
so very nice."
How many times had she laid awake at night in her mother's
house, dreaming what it would be like to have Kelly do exactly what
she was now, Rachel asked herself. Probably just as many times as
she had imagined what it would be like to do the same to her. She
hoped the reality of that dream would be as satisfying as the first
was proving to be.
Ten minutes later, Kelly still had her face buried deep in the
valley between the brunette's breasts, but Rachel had waited as
long as she could. A practiced hand undid the clasps of Kelly's
strapless bra, causing it to fall to the floor. The nipples that filled
the center of her mounds were smaller than her own, but no less
inviting. It was impossible for her to bring her mouth to them the
way they were entangled, so for the moment, her hands would have
to do.
Rachel could feel the heat of Kelly's flesh as she cradled
one in each hand. They were all she had remembered them to be.
How she had envied Tom Ryan and all those other boys who had
been able to play with them back in high school. Yet it was an envy
that was now gone as she knew no man would ever touch them again
the way she was at this moment.
As occupied as she was with Rachel's breasts, such was the
brunette's dexterity that Kelly couldn't ignore the pleasure her
hands now brought. Rachel took advantage of the pause to shift
their positions to where she could now bring her mouth into play.
The effect on Kelly was instantaneous, as was her reaction.
Boys had become interested in her large breasts almost from the
day she began to develop and without exception, every boy she had
dated couldn't wait to get his hands, or more eagerly their mouths
on them. Yet, despite the number of them who had done both,
none had ever come close to the feelings that Rachel now produced.
Not even Susan had done as well and from what she had told Kelly,
she'd slept with dozens of women before her.
Rachel was elated to discover that the second aspect of her
fantasies was as satisfying as the first. The hardness of Kelly's
nipples in her mouth was exactly as she had imagined it and she
was filled with unbounded enthusiasm as she sucked on them. An
action that was sending Kelly more and more into a carnal frenzy.
Even as she feasted on the bounty of Kelly's mounds, Rachel
slid her hands down the blue dress and brought them back under
its hem. Her fingers glided beneath the thin material of the
blonde's panties, squeezing the ripe flesh beneath. The
explorations continued and they moved between Kelly's legs and
caressed the golden bush beyond.
"Oh God!" Kelly gasped as she felt Rachel brush against her
most private place.
Yet that sensation was nothing as compared to that which
filled Kelly a few moments later as Rachel moved her fingers deep
within her. With practiced skill, she manipulated the excited tip
of Kelly's clitoris, sending tiny bolts of lightning across her body.
Faster and faster Rachel's fingers moved, raising Kelly's
level of excitement by leaps and bounds. In no time at all, the
hometown girl stood on the precipice.
"Oh God, Rachel," Kelly repeated, "I'm going to come."
That was all Rachel needed to hear. Never in her life had
she wanted to bring anyone off as much as she wanted to do Kelly.
Pulling the blonde's panties out of the way, Rachel dropped down
and spreading Kelly's legs apart, added her tongue to the mix.
"AAAAAAAA!" Kelly cried out as Rachel attacked her prize
like a bear with honey.
One last thrust of her tongue against Kelly's button was
enough to send her over the edge. Her body shuddered as Rachel
continued to probe deep inside her, partaking of all of her delights.
So drained was Kelly, that without her friend's support, she
might've toppled over.
-=-=-=-
"That was totally amazing," Kelly said a few minutes later as
enough strength finally returned to her legs that she could stand
on her own. "It made me really wish we'd known about each other
back in school?"
"What would you have done differently?" Rachel asked as
she caught her own breath, her curiosity suddenly sparked.
"I'm not sure," Kelly replied, caught off guard by the
question. "but I'm sure the showers after gym would certainly
have been more interesting."
"Well, I always thought they were interesting enough as
they were," Rachel smiled, remembering the naked images of so
many of their classmates.
"Well, that's true," Kelly agreed as she recalled some of
those same memories.
"And it just so happens," Rachel laughed softly as she went
on, "the bathroom here has a shower stall. It's not as large as the
one over at East Monroe High of course, but I'm pretty sure
there's room for two."
Kelly's eyes lit up as the observation filled her with a sudden
renewal of energy. She leaned over and kissed Rachel one more
time, then practically jumped to her feet.
"So what are we waiting for?" She asked as she reached
back to take Rachel's hand.
"Obviously me," Rachel replied as she took her friend's hand
and followed her to the bathroom.
It took a few minutes for the water in the small shower to
reach a comfortable temperature, but it was time the two women
used to rid themselves of the remainder of their clothing, tossing
their dresses and undergarments out into room beyond to keep
them dry.
The small cloud of steam that began to fill the room signaled
that the shower was ready and Kelly, quickly followed by Rachel,
stepped into the stall. The reporter had been right when she said
the shower had room for two, but just barely. Still, they were
hardly about to complain about being pressed tight against each
other.
Standing behind Kelly, Rachel filled her hand with liquid soap
from the container attached to the wall. Then she proceeded to
rub it all over the other woman's body, leaving a trail of bubbles in
her wake. Closing her eyes to enjoy the touch of her friend's
hands, Kelly let out a loud sigh as Rachel grabbed both of the
blonde's larger breasts and squeezed them, rubbing her fingers
hard against the erect nipples.
"Oh baby," she moaned once more as she and Rachel
changed positions and she reached for the soap as well.
After covering every inch of Rachel's flesh that she could
reach, Kelly turned her friend totally around and pressed their
mounds together, her nipples now caressing the brunette's. Back
and forth their bodies moved, flesh against flesh as they
occasionally took a moment to kiss both each other's mouths as
well as lick the wet skin of their breasts.
As they did, both women reached down and ran a free hand
between the other's legs. The downpour of hot water made short
work of the soap that had covered them only minutes before, and
each of their now clean fingers reached out to explore the sex of
the other. An action that further added to the verbal
encouragement that spilled from each other's lips.
Of the two of them, Rachel was the more experienced lover
but it was Kelly who seemed the more aggressive at this moment.
Slipping out of Rachel's embrace, she slid down until her knees
were resting on the tile floor. Taking advantage of the extra room
now available, Rachel lifted her left leg and braced it against the
shower door. Both hands reached up and took hold of the
showerhead, helping to keep her balance. She might've looked
funny to an observer, but her position gave Kelly much better
access to the prize it was obvious she was seeking.
Kelly had earlier told Rachel that Susan had been her first
and only lover. If that was indeed the case, then Rachel found
herself regretting that she never had the chance to actually meet
her. Whatever else the waitress from the Golden Dove might've
been, she was one hell of a teacher. Either that, or Kelly was the
most naturally skilled cunnilingist that Rachel had ever met.
Simply saying that her tongue was magic seemed such an
understatement, Rachel thought. It was everywhere at once,
hitting every sensitive spot of her womanhood. Each touch added
to a building wave of ecstasy that was already causing her body to
tremble.
"Kel ... ly," was all Rachel managed to say as the last dam of
resistance shuddered and broke, sending her over the edge with
the force of a barrel rider going over a waterfall.
As Rachel had done to her in the other room, Kelly held the
standing woman tightly, drinking deep of the fruits of her labor.
Even mixed with the steady stream of water, it was a wonderful
ambrosia. A feast she had dreamed about for half of her life.
"Oh God, Kel," Rachel said as she regained control of
herself, even more drained than Kelly had been earlier. "If we had
done this in high school, I never would've left East Monroe."
The compliment brought a surge of joy to Kelly as she slowly
managed to work her way back to her feet. Despite what Susan
had told her many times about the pleasure she brought to the
older woman, the blond had never really been able to believe her.
If Rachel had felt the same way, then she guessed it had been true
after all.
Shutting the water off, the two stepped out of the shower.
Rachel took the large, oversized, bath towel off the bar on the
wall and wrapped it around the two of them. Holding each other
tight, their lips met one more time.
They took their time drying each other off. Then, still
naked, they walked back into the other room and climbed under the
covers together. There, in each other's arms, they drifted off to
sleep.
-=-=-=-
A few hours later, they awoke, still in each other's embrace.
They just smiled at each other for a few moments, each almost
afraid to say anything least they break the magic of the moment.
Finally, Rachel had to say what was on her mind.
"Kelly, can I ask you a question?" Rachel said.
"You can ask me anything," Kelly beamed, still basking in the
afterglow of her lovemaking.
"Why are you still here?"
"Excuse me?" Kelly said, not really sure what her friend
meant by that.
"I asked, what are you still doing here?" Rachel repeated.
"I thought I was welcome," she replied somewhat
defensively, now breaking their embrace and sitting up in the bed.
"I didn't think that you wanted me out of here the minute we were
done."
"Damn," Rachel said, sitting up as well. "I'd forgotten how
quick you used to jump to the wrong conclusion when people said
something to you."
On the edge of the bed, Kelly silently chided herself for her
long time habit. It had caused her to overreact in the bar earlier
tonight as well.
"What I meant," Rachel went on to explain as she moved
closer to Kelly, "is what are you still doing here in East Monroe.
You yourself said that you really have no future here."
Kelly didn't have an easy answer. That was a question she'd
asked herself a number of times over the last few months.
"You're smart, you have a business degree, and even if its
from the local college, it still counts for something." Rachel
continued. "If you moved someplace like Los Angeles or San
Francisco, I know you'd be able to make a pretty good go of it."
"You did make San Francisco sound pretty nice," Kelly
replied.
She didn't want to mention the fact that there had been
times when she did consider leaving their hometown, but could
never find the strength to go, leaving everything she had known all
of her life behind. That despite the fact that she had no illusions
of rebuilding her life here.
"It is pretty nice," Rachel said in response to Kelly's
comment, "but I wanted to point out that there are a lot of places
you could go, not just where I live."
"You wouldn't want me there?" she asked, a hurt look on her
face.
"Of course I'd love it if you were there," Rachel said, "but
we both have to understand that the last few hours to the
contrary, we don't have a relationship."
"I understand that."
"Which is not to say that it's not a future possibility,"
Rachel added. "That's something that we have to wait and see
what developed."
The answer brought a smile to Kelly's face.
"So if you wanted to come to San Francisco, you'd come
there as my friend," Rachel finished. "A friend who would be more
than welcome to stay with me while she gets herself organized."
"Can I ask a question now?" Kelly interjected.
"Oh course," Rachel smiled.
"If I do decide to come to San Francisco, and it would be as
your friend only, we don't have to leave right this minute, do we?"
"Of course not," Rachel replied, thinking it a strange
question to ask.
"Then in that case," Kelly said as she crawled on all fours to
where Rachel sat, "can we make believe that it's 1992 again?"
Rachel's reply vanished in the press of Kelly's lips as the
blond pressed her down against the bed and climbed on top of her.
Her brief thought before she began to respond to her friend's
entreaty was that it certainly had turned out to be one hell of a
reunion after all.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2002
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