An Accidental Adventure
by Ann Douglas
Even as she slammed her foot on the brake pedal, Dana Cosgrove
knew it was already too late. She barely had time to curse before the sound of
metal against metal drowned out her voice, the front end of her old Ford Escort
slamming against the rear of the Mercedes Sedan that had suddenly appeared
in front of her.
The problem was, the sedan really hadn't suddenly appeared, it had
been there all along. The twenty-one year old redhead had been too busy
arguing with her boyfriend on her cell phone to notice it until the last second.
Even before she brought her car to a full stop, Dana was busy shoving that
phone into her cut off jeans, not even taking the time to say goodbye. She only
hoped no one had seen it in her hand.
"This is all Jack's fault," Dana thought as she finally turned off the
ignition and opened the door of her car to get out. "If he hadn't gotten me so
angry, I wouldn't have missed that stop sign back on the corner."
Stepping around the front of the Escort, Dana's mouth dropped in shock
when she saw the jagged tear down two thirds of the Mercedes' rear panel.
Jack Henderson, the boyfriend of nearly four months that she had been talking
to on the phone, was an auto repair mechanic and Dana had learned enough
from him to make a quick assessment of the damage. The cost of repairs to the
Mercedes, she quickly decided, was going to be more than her own car was
worth.
"Shit, shit, shit!" Dana mumbled under her breath as she weighted that
amount against the balance of her bank account and came up with a negative
number. A large negative number.
"Are you alright?" Dana unexpectedly heard a woman's voice ask.
Turning her head in the direction the voice had come from, Dana saw a
platinum haired blonde in her late forties walking toward her. It took a moment
for her to realize she had been the driver of the other car. She was dressed in a
stylish business outfit, a charcoal gray jacket with a matching mid-length skirt.
Beneath the jacket was a white buttoned down blouse. As was her habit, Dana
wondered for a moment what an ensemble like that cost before deciding just as
quickly that she didn't have a clue. One thing she was sure of, however, was
that the shoes that went with it cost at least three times what she had paid for
the sneakers she was wearing, and those had set her back half a week's pay.
"I asked if you were hurt," the woman repeated as she came closer.
"Should I call 911 for an ambulance?"
"No, no, I'm fine," Dana finally responded, as the thought of the police
officers that would undoubtedly accompany an ambulance served to again focus
her thoughts.
"Are you sure?" the woman repeated as she came to a stop only a few
feet away. "You do look pretty shaken up."
"No, I'm fine, really," Dana insisted. "I'm just a bit upset, that's all.
Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, I'm always such a careful
driver."
"Well, I can understand how a thing like this could be unsettling," the
businesswoman said with enough sympathy in her voice to give Dana a brief
moment of hope that she might be able to somehow talk her way out of her
predicament.
That was a hope that proved to be short lived indeed.
"But of course such things do tend to happen when one's attention is
divided between a cell phone and the road ahead of them," the woman
continued, the sympathy in her tone now gone. "It can cause you to miss all sort
of important things, like stop signs for example. I guess that was why they
made it illegal to use a hand held phone while driving."
"Oh shit, I'm fucked now!" Dana thought, hoping even as the words
formed in her head that her expression didn't reflect the thought.
"What cell phone?" she said instead, trying to maintain a look of
innocence.
"The one I saw in your hand just as I spotted you in my rear view
mirror," the woman said, "and is, I assume already safely stashed away in your
purse or a pocket."
"I think you were mistaken," Dana said.
"I think not," came her reply. "Fortunately, it will be a simple thing to
verify the fact with your cell phone provider."
The look on Dana's face showed that she hadn't thought of that.
Contrary to her claim of a few minutes before, she actually had a horrendous
driving record, attested to by a string of moving violations as well as two
accidents in the past three years. That her license hadn't been suspended was
in of itself a minor miracle.
"Look, Miss…" Dana began.
"Connelly, Gail Connelly," she interjected.
"Miss Connelly…" Dana repeated.
"Mrs. actually," Gail pointed out.
"Mrs. Connelly," Dana corrected herself. "We don't need to involve the police
or those silly insurance companies in this, do we? After all, no one got hurt, did
they? I'd really hope that we could just work this out between the two of us."
Dana knew that sounded pretty lame, but then again she had nothing to lose.
"To protect your flawless driving record no doubt," Gail said, the sarcasm in the
tone self-evident.
"No one ever wins when you involve all of them," Dana went on, laying it on
even thicker. "You have to fill out all kinds of paperwork, then they raise your
rates six months down the line, even though none of it was your fault."
"None of it was my fault," Gail was quick to point out. "I wasn't the one who ran
the stop sign."
Try as she could, Dana had no counter-argument she could make to that simple
statement of truth. Visions of taking the bus to work and school for the next few
years began to fill her head.
"Are you sure we can't work something out?" Dana said one last time,
wondering why she was even still trying.
To her surprise, Gail paused for a few long moments, looking as if she might
actually be considering the idea. At least that was what a desperate Dana
hoped she was doing.
If she could look into Gail's thoughts, Dana would've been surprised indeed.
She would learn that the forty-nine year old wasn't upset at all by the damage to
the car, considerable as it was. The reason being that it wasn't her car, but that
of her soon to be ex-husband. He had reluctantly lent it to her while her own,
much more sensible Toyota Corolla, was in the shop having the struts replaced.
The Mercedes, like the secretary half his age that he'd been fucking on the side
for the better part of a year, had been another sign of his self-described mid-life
crisis. It was a toss up as to which he valued more, so it was with a serious lack
of enthusiasm that he'd let her borrow it.
The reason he finally had was easy enough to understand. Gail had, much to
his surprise, agreed to a quite amicable divorce settlement. One that gave her
much less than his own lawyer told him she might be entitled to. However, until
he had her signature on the divorce papers, it was always possible that she
might change her mind and ask for more. In was that possibility that caused him
to go out of his way to stay on her good side. Since she was the aggrieved
party, his lawyer had assured him that "more" could be quite a considerable
amount.
As to why Gail hadn't asked for more, well, it was a decision based on her own
sense of morality. Her husband hadn't been the only one to stray outside the
bounds of marital fidelity. In fact, he hadn't even been the first. Gail had been
having her own little affairs for quite a few years now. She had just been more
careful about concealing them.
Yes, her soon be ex would indeed be understandably upset if she brought his
car back in its current condition, but she was sure he wouldn't complain too long
or hard. Unlike Dana, Tony Connelly had no problem letting his insurance
company pay for the damage.
"We seem to be attracting a crowd," Gail finally said, drawing Dana's attention
to the small group of people looking over the damage to both cars, despite the
late morning hour. "Might I suggest that if we are going to discussion some sort
of alternate resolution, that we do it somewhere else before some helpful party
calls 911 for us?"
Overjoyed at the possibility, Dana instantly agreed.
"I recall seeing a little coffee shop about a block back, one with a parking lot in
front," Gail went on. "Why don't we relocate our discussion there? I'll even
spring for the coffee."
As relieved as she was surprised, Dana again quickly agreed and climbed back
into her car to follow Gail to the coffee shop. Just before she started the engine,
it occurred to her that she hadn't so much as given the other woman her name
during their short chat. What was to prevent her from just taking off once they
were on their way?
Tempting as that might be, she then considered that their talk had lasted more
than long enough for Gail to memorize her plate number. Running a stop sign
was bad, but being reported as leaving the scene of an accident was much
worse.
-=-=-=-
Entering the coffee shop, Dana drew immediate attention from the few patrons
still there at this time of day. It would've been hard for her not to, considering
that in addition to the very cut off jeans she wore, the rest of her outfit consisted
of an equally abbreviated sleeveless t-shirt, beneath which she had made no
attempt to cover her medium sized bust.
It only took a moment to spot Gail sitting in one of the back booths and Dana
quickly moved to join her. It was the opinion of most of the men at the counter
that the view behind her was just as good, if not better than that in front.
As soon as she sat down, a waitress placed cups of coffee in front of each of
them. Gail explained that she had already ordered for the two of them, another
example of her confidence that Dana would show. Normally, the younger girl
preferred tea, but knew now was not the time to point that out.
Gail waited until the middle-aged waitress was out of earshot, then began to
speak.
"Okay, this is how it's going to go," she said, her tone now leaving no doubt that
she was the one in control here. "You have the time it takes for me to finish this
cup of coffee to convince me as to why I shouldn't just head down to the local
police precinct and file an accident report," Gail said as she added cream and
sugar to her coffee and began to stir it slowly.
"Well, I was sort of hoping that since no one was actually hurt, we might each
just take care of the damage on our own cars," Dana said, repeating her
admittedly weak suggestion from before.
"You're kidding, right?" Gail said after tasting her coffee. "I get to spend what I
can only guess would be at least a thousand dollars or more repairing the
damage you caused, and you just go on driving your car as is, because I'm sure
one more dent isn't going to make much of a difference. This is what seems fair
to you?"
Dana sat staring at her untouched cup of coffee, unable to come up with much
of an answer. Then, as if the proverbial light bulb suddenly went off over her
head, she had a burst of inspiration. The answer to her problem was obvious
and she wondered why it hadn't come to her immediately.
Her boyfriend, she explained, worked in an auto repair shop and she was sure
he would be able to repair the damage to Gail's car. Even as she made the
suggestion, Dana wondered what she would have to do to get Jack to do that for
her. No matter what it turned out to be, it had to be less than what it was going
to cost her if she lost her license and had to pay for the full repairs.
"Is that who you were on the phone with when you blew through that stop sign?"
Gail asked, sidestepping the offer for the moment.
"Actually, yes," Dana admitted, "why does that matter?"
"It doesn't, I was just curious," Gail replied pausing to again take a sip of coffee.
"Where does he work?" she inquired after lowering the cup.
Dana told him.
The answer put a look of disappointment on Gail's face.
"Honey, do I look that stupid to you?" she said. "I must, if you think I'm going to
let some half ass mechanic that works at a "Joe's Fix It" work on a thirty
thousand dollar car. When you brought it up, I thought you were talking about
someone who worked for Mercedes, BMW or something in that class."
Her brilliant idea shot down, Dana again thought as hard as she could while Gail
took another drink of coffee. When the cup again came back to the tabletop, the
younger woman could see that it was already more than half-empty.
"What if I worked out some sort of payment schedule with you, to pay you back
what it costs to make the repairs?" Dana suggested.
"How much are we talking about a week?" Gail inquired.
Dana told her.
"Let's see now, giving that the repair bill is going to run about," Gail began,
using a figure that was more in line with Dana's first estimate and not the low
ball one that Gail herself had used a minute before, "that would put you in hock
to me for at least two years. I hardly think I have that much patience in waiting
for my money. Do you think you could get a loan from the bank, or your job, or
from someone you know? Your boyfriend maybe?"
Dana slowly shook her head no. No bank was going to loan her money, and her
father had already made it clear to her that he'd reached his limit in what he was
willing to cover. Of her friends, the only one who might have that kind of money
was Jack, due to all the off the books repair jobs he did. However, based on the
way their relationship had been going lately, she doubted he'd be willing to lend
her that much either.
"This boyfriend, he good looking?" Gail unexpectedly asked.
"I think so," Dana replied, not seeing the relevance of the question but glad for
anything that prevented Gail from draining the last of her cup.
"Well, he must be to have a good looking girl like you in his bed," Gail laughed
as she reached for the cup, but then withdrew her hand. "I'm assuming that the
two of you do sleep together. It would be a terrible waste on his part if you
weren't."
"Yes, we do," Dana answered, not used to anyone other than her best friend
Karen asking questions that intimate. Most people, including her parents,
assumed that they were, but never actually asked directly.
"Is he a good fuck?" Gail asked, with a directness that not even Karen ever
exhibited.
"Yes," Dana replied, a bit of pride in her voice.
"Big cock?" Gail inquired, a question even more personal.
This time, Dana was taken back enough to hesitate a long moment before
giving an answer. For some reason, it never occurred to her not to give one.
"I've always thought it big enough," Dana finally said.
"Can't be that big if you had to think about it," Gail grinned, again closing her
fingers around the cup handle, but leaving it on the table. "But if he keeps you
satisfied, there must be something in the way he uses what he has."
Dana only answered that one with a smile.
"Think you might be willing to throw him into the pot?" Gail inquired, again
letting go of the cup without drinking from it.
"Excuse me?" Dana said.
"Yes, you heard me right," Gail said. "If you really want me to just forget the
whole thing, there has to be something worthwhile in it. If not money, then
something that has some value."
Dana was too shocked to answer.
"What's the matter, you don't think a roll in the hay with your boyfriend is worth
what it would cost to fix my car?" Gail asked. "Remember, I'm just taking your
word for it, sight unseen. For all I know, he could be old, fat and a really lousy
fuck."
"He's not old or fat," Dana said.
"I'd have been more impressed if you said he wasn't a lousy fuck," Gail
countered.
This had gone beyond strange, Dana thought. Yet, she was still sitting there,
which told Gail that she was at least thinking about the idea.
"I thought you were married," Dana said.
"I am," Gail confirmed, leaving out the little fact that she soon wouldn't be, "but
that doesn't mean that I'm not interested in a little fun now and then. Haven't
you ever wanted to have a little adventure in your life, something that no one
would ever know about but you?"
The question gave Dana pause enough to divert her from the other previously
unimaginable question. What would Jack think of the idea?
She didn't have to think about it long before she decided that he would probably
be all for it. She'd lost track of how many times he'd talked about some of the
middle aged women who flirted with him at the repair shop. Dana had long
suspected that on an occasion or two some of them might've done more than
flirt.
Despite being almost twice her age, the blonde sitting across from her was still
quite an attractive woman. Even hidden by her jacket and blouse, it was
obvious that she had an impressive bust, one that she didn't have to wear an
almost transparent t-shirt to draw attention to. By his own description, Jack was
a boobs kind of guy.
"It's a pity that my husband wasn't driving the car today," Gail said, again
changing the direction of the conversation. "Then you could've flashed those
perky breasts of yours and dazzled him no end.
That thought had occurred to Dana more than once since this had all started.
She was well aware of the power of her sexuality and how many times it had
worked to her advantage. Sometimes all it took was a little jiggle and a smile,
sometimes a bit more. A few drastic situations had called for drastic solutions,
or at least solutions that might've seemed drastic to someone else. To her, the
result had easily justified the means.
"You have thought about that, haven't you?" Gail said, adding that the look on
her face gave it away.
"So what if I have?" Dana countered. "He wasn't driving it, you were, so what's
the point?" she added with an obvious regret in her voice.
"What if …" Gail asked, leaning in a little closer across the table, "what if it
could apply?"
"I don't understand," Dana said, then thought she did. "You want me to do it
with your husband?"
"God no!" Gail said, a bit too loudly, causing two of the patrons at the counter to
turn in their direction, then lowering her tone added, "You are far too pretty a girl
to waste on the likes of him."
"I don't understand," Dana repeated.
"Let's just say that despite your sterling recommendation of him, I really don't
have any interest in your boyfriend," Gail said.
"Then what has this all been about?" an even more confused Dana started to
say, but then paused as understanding finally filled her face. She looked deep
into Gail's face and realized that she was right. "But I've never…"
"Maybe that's what makes it such an interesting proposition," Gail said, cutting
her off. "Haven't you ever thought about it, wondered about what it might be
like?"
Dana was all ready to say "never", but that would've been a lie. Instead, she
said nothing, which all but confirmed that she had.
"And just think, you could always say that you had no choice," Gail offered.
"That the mean closet dyke had you over a barrel after you smashed into her
car."
That thought had also just occurred to Dana.
"But that would be too easy," Gail said, "and nowhere near as much fun. So
I'm going to make you one of those offers you can't refuse."
She had Dana's full and undivided attention.
"I have business in the city this afternoon and later this evening, so I was
already planning to stay over here in town," she began. "I have a room at the
Charlton Arms in midtown; do you know where that is?"
Dana nodded her head yes.
"Good, now this is what I want you to do," she continued, moving closer so that
there were only inches between the two of them. "I'm going to be in the bar at
the Charlton at seven-thirty tonight. I want you to meet me there and have a
drink with me. Just a drink and I'll call it even between us. I'll go with your
suggestion that each of us take care of the damage to our own cars."
"I don't get it, what's the catch?" a guarded Dana asked.
"There's no catch," Gail assured her, "except that if you aren't there by eight,
I'm going to head down to the police station, which is only a block away from the
hotel, and file an accident report."
"So all I have to do is show up and have a drink?" Dana asked cautiously.
"Well, there is one other little thing," Gail smiled.
"Here it comes," Dana thought.
"What I want you to do, as you go about doing whatever it is that you have to do
between now and then," Gail said, "is wonder what it might be like to actually
be with another woman. How her naked body would feel against your own, or
how soft her lips might be. I want you to imagine the sweetness of her breasts
and what it might be like to have her tongue caress your clit in a way that no
man ever could. If you can ask yourself all of those questions and not want to
find out the answers, well then, just leave after that drink and that will be just fine
with me."
With that, Gail rose from the table, dropping a five-dollar bill onto it that more
than covered the cost of the two coffees. As she walked out of the shop and
across the parking lot toward her car, Dana sat totally stunned. It wasn't until
the waitress came back over to inquire if she wanted anything else that she
remembered that she had to be at work in less than a half hour.
-=-=-=-
Traffic was with her and she arrived at Sally's Sandwich Shop just off
Washington Square only fifteen minutes late. Even so, she went around back
and slipped into the store via the rear exit. Quickly donning a plain white apron
over her t-shirt and shorts, Dana slipped into the public half of the store as
unobtrusively as possible. Her belated appearance didn't go unnoticed by the
similarly clad girl already behind the counter, but there were enough customers
waiting for service that it would be almost an hour before the brunette could say
anything about it.
"Alarm not go off again?" Karen Payne asked as she used a wet towel to wash
off the countertop. "Or did Jack wake up and want an early morning encore?"
The two girls, aside from their similar apparel, looked enough alike to be
mistaken for sisters. As it was, they were closer than most biological siblings,
having been best friends since grade school. One of the few things they did
disagree about was Dana's current boyfriend, for whom Karen made no effort to
hide her dislike.
"I'll have you know I didn't even spend the night at Jack's," Dana said as she
wiped down her half of the counter. "I was in a… I was just delayed this
morning, that's all."
"Well you were lucky that Mrs. Goldman picked today to go to the bank before
coming in," Karen pointed out. "You know how she feels about people showing
up late for their shift."
Sally Goldman was the proprietor of the small sandwich shop, which, since it
had opened thirty years before, had proved both popular and profitable.
Located within walking distance of NYU, where both Dana and Karen took
classes, it was the perfect part time job. More so since Sally was such a firm
believer in higher education that she was quite willing to employ a number of
college students, working around their class schedules. Of course, that didn't
mean that she would put up with any nonsense such as being constantly late.
Karen waited a few moments to see if there was more of an explanation
forthcoming, and when none was, let the matter drop. At least until they'd taken
care of the new customers that had just walked in.
"So how are things with you and Mr. Wonderful these days?" she asked Dana
once the last customer had been taken care of.
"Things are fine," Dana said, her answer lacking conviction. "As good as
always."
"That good, huh," Karen snickered.
"I've never understood what it is you have against Jack," Dana retorted.
"Oh there are a number of things," Karen said, "the list being topped by the fact
that it appears, at least to me, that the two of you spend more time fighting than
fucking, and that's never good."
"Wasn't it you who told me once that "makeup sex" was the best kind," Dana
grinned.
"It has its limits," Karen replied. "Seriously, Dana you know I love you, and I
hate seeing you make some of the same mistakes I've made with guys. God
knows that I went out with some real winners," she added with a heavy touch of
sarcasm, "before Roger, of course."
Karen had met Roger Parsons at her sister's wedding two years before and had
fell head over heels in love, or at least lust, at first sight. Fourteen months later,
they'd announced their engagement. Dana had been overjoyed for her friend,
even if she also felt a bit envious.
Dana found herself deliberating whether she should tell Karen about what
happened this morning and get her advice. It wasn't that she considered the
brunette any smarter than herself, in fact the opposite was usually true, it was
just that it might help having a view from an outside perspective. She didn't get
the chance, however, because Mrs. Goldman finally arrived after having finished
her mid-morning errands. That put a definite crimp on any personal
conversations for a while.
Lunchtime came soon enough and the two girls retired to the back room while
Mrs. Goldman staffed the counter. The understanding had always been that if it
got busy one or both of the girls would cut their lunch short and come out to
help. Today was salad for the both of them and as they ate, Dana asked Karen
a question.
"Karen, how long do you have to report an accident?" she said, trying to make
the question as causal as possible.
"Oh God, don't tell me you got into another accident on the way to work today,"
Karen said, quickly drawing the obvious conclusion.
"No, of course not," Dana lied, "someone asked me and I didn't know, that's all.
I just thought that maybe you might know, that's all."
"Okay," Karen said, unconvinced, "I'm not sure but I think it's within twenty-four
hours if no one is hurt. Why don't you call and ask Jack? He should know if
anyone does since he works in a repair shop."
"He doesn't go to lunch until later. I don't want to bother him while he's working,
"
Dana said, knowing that she wouldn't call him later either.
"Hey, with the amount of time you've been spending over at his place, I would
think that he'd be happy to hear from you anytime," Karen commented while
she forked a bit of salad into her mouth.
"Well, to be honest, we had a fight last night and I think I should let it cool down
before I call him for something so unimportant."
"What were you fighting about this time?" Karen asked as she put down her
fork.
"I'd rather not say," Dana replied.
"Don't tell me he's still on your case because you don't want to try anal sex?"
Karen asked. "I tell you girl, there are few things I wouldn't try, but having a
cock up my ass is one of them."
"No it wasn't that," Dana said. "And I wasn't aware that there was anything that
you wouldn't try
"There are a few," Karen grinned.
Dana suddenly saw an opening to get some advice without, hopefully, having to
explain why.
"Karen," she said, moving closer as she dropped her voice a bit lower, "have
you ever wondered what it might be like to do it with another girl?"
"That was what the fight was about, wasn't it?" Karen replied, a look of certainty
on her face. "Jack couldn't get you to give up your ass, so he falls back on
every guy's fantasy."
"Every guy's fantasy?" Dana repeated. "Does that mean that even Roger …"
"Of course," Karen laughed, "but I told him right off that there had better be a
ring on my finger before he ever asked me something like that again."
Dana glanced down for a moment at the engagement ring on Karen's hand.
"Yes," Karen simply said, answering Dana's unspoken question.
"Did you like it?" Dana asked.
Karen glanced over her shoulder, as if to confirm that Mrs. Goldman was still
busy out in the front of the story. Then, bringing her head next to Dana's, she
spoke in an almost whisper.
"I wouldn't admit this to anyone but you, and I'd never want Roger to know it,"
she said, "but I think I would've liked it even more if he hadn't been there. If it
had just been me and her."
"Really?" Dana said in surprise. "Who was she?" she added out of curiosity.
"I'd rather not say," Karen said, the expression on her face telling Dana that if
she had said a name, it would've been one that she would've recognized.
Thankfully for Karen, a reminder from Mrs. Goldman that lunch was now over
prevented any further questions that might've proved embarrassing to either of
them.
The afternoon proved much busier than the morning and the two girls didn't
have much time to chat. This now suited Dana as it gave her a lot of time to
think. When it did finally quiet down about a quarter to five, Dana had a new
question to ask Karen.
"Do you think you could cover for me if I left a little early?" she said.
"Come in late and leave early," Karen replied, "I don't think that's going to go
over too well with Mrs. Goldman..
"Well, she doesn't know I was late this morning, remember," Dana pointed out.
"Well, maybe it doesn't go over too well with me then," Karen said, thinking of
how many times the request had been made in the past. "Unless of course you
have a really good reason for asking."
"I'm supposed to meet someone for a drink later on in midtown," Dana said,
thinking that the truth, or at least part of it, was the best thing to say. "I can't
really go dressed like this, so I wanted to run home and change."
Karen looked at her friend, thinking she had a similar excuse all too often. Then
she remembered something even more important.
"Wait a second, I thought Jack works late on Thursday nights," Karen said.
"He does," came Dana's reply.
"Well, well, well," Karen said, a broad smile filling her face at the thought that
her friend was finally wising up. "I guess I could cover for you, but I'm telling you,
this is going to be the last time, okay?"
Even as she said it, Karen knew it wouldn't be, and in her heart didn't really
care. That was what best friends were for.
-=-=-=-
Traffic during rush hour being what it was, it took Dana almost an hour to make
what should've been a fifteen-minute drive home. After a quick shower, she
changed into a dark blue dress more appropriate to a place like the Charlton
Arms. Then, after leaving a note that she wouldn't be home until late, which her
parents had come to know as meaning not at all, she headed for the subway
station a block away. Coming back above ground in midtown, it took her a few
moments to get her bearings and remember where exactly the hotel was. She
had a general idea, but had never actually been there.
When she finally found the old hotel, she was greatly impressed. The date on
the cornerstone read 1925, and it looked like every effort had been made to
restore it to what it looked like back then. Entering the lobby and searching
around for the bar, she felt like she had suddenly been transported into her
great-grandmother's day. One of her first boyfriends in high school had been an
architecture major, and he was always taking her to look at classic buildings.
Looking around her, she decided that Timmy would've really loved this place. It
only took a minute to locate the bar, and checking her watch to make sure she
was on time, Dana headed for it.
It wasn't until she was in the bar that Dana noticed what she failed to back in the
lobby. All of the hotel guests seemed to be women. An assortment of different
ages and types, but all well dressed, which made her very glad she'd gone
home to change. The outfit she wore to work might've been fine for the local
pub, but in a place like this she would've stuck out like a cheap hooker.
The left side of the room was dominated by a long, highly polished oak bar, at
which stood a crowd of women almost two deep. Across from the bar was a
number of small tables for two or three, and behind that sat a few booths against
the far wall. She carefully looked back and forth for Gail, finally finding her in
deep conversation with a similarly dressed black woman over by the last row of
small tables. It took a bit of doing to work her way over there, but once she did,
Gail was quick to spot her.
"Oh, there you are, darling," she said, as if Dana had merely gone to the ladies
room and not just arrived.
"Hi," Dana said, suddenly feeling as if every eye on the place was on her.
"Natasha, this is my friend, Dana," Gail said, turning her attention back and
forth between the new and old arrivals. "She's a new friend actually, but one
that I hope will be a dear one."
Natasha said hello and that she was glad to meet any friend of Gail's. Dana
took a moment to take in the woman she had just been introduced to. She was
about the same height as Gail, if perhaps both a little heavier and older. Her
bearing projected authority, and Dana wasn't surprised when Gail added that
Natasha was a partner at a law firm that she had never heard of. From the way
the blonde stressed the name of it, she assumed that it was a rather important
one.
"Natasha has been handling my divorce," Gail went on.
"Your divorce?" Dana repeated, a bit surprised.
"Yes, official as of, what is it now, 'Tasha, two hours?" she laughed.
Tony had indeed been quite upset about the car when she brought it back with a
damaged rear panel. His dismay, however, was quickly put aside when Gail
announced that as long as she was there, why didn't she sign those annoying
divorce papers and get it all over with? The car had been instantly forgotten.
"I've got to get going, Gail," Natasha said. "It was nice meeting you, Dana."
As the black woman left, Gail suggested they grab a table, one of which had just
become available to their left.
"What kind of place is this?" Dana asked after they had sat down.
"What do you mean?" Gail asked as she tried to gain the attention of one of the
waitresses.
"This place is filled with women only," Dana stated.
"Well, what else would you expect in a hotel for women?" Gail replied as she
finally caught a waitress' attention.
"I don't understand," Dana said.
"I thought you knew," Gail replied, "when you said you knew where the
Charlton was."
They were interrupted by the waitress, who took their orders and then
disappeared back into the crowd. Once she was gone, Gail explained that the
Charlton was one of the original "hotels for women" that had been built in the
city back in the 1920's. A place where young single women who came to the
city to work could live in safety away from evil men; at least, that was how it was
viewed back then.
Dana had heard of such places but never believed that any still existed.
In the late '70's, the hotel started to be considered something of an anachronism
and began to fall on hard times, Gail continued. At that point it looked like it
would be converted to traditional housing or simply torn down. Instead, it was
bought by some company named McMurphy Industries, which decided that
instead of tearing it down, it would instead restore it to what it was when it first
opened, and use it for the purpose it was originally intended.
"That must've cost a fortune," Dana said, looking around at all of the detail work
around her, most of which had to have been done by hand.
"I'm sure it did," Gail replied, "but it sort of became a pet project of the CEO of
McMurphy Industries and no one was about to tell her she couldn't do it."
"And all that stay here are women?" Dana asked.
Gail nodded her head, then jumped ahead at what she was sure was going to
be the next question.
"And no, regardless what you might think, it's not a high scale lesbian bar," Gail
said. "Although, as you might have noticed, some of the women around you
might indeed fit that classification."
Dana had indeed noticed that some of the women sitting around them did
exhibit a more physical intimacy than might be expected. Nothing overt, but
noticeable if you actually looked.
"Most of the women who come here are simply looking for a place to relax in the
company of other women, to enjoy their sisterhood so to speak. It's a place
where you can get away from the world of men."
The waitress arrived with their drinks and Gail signed for them, reminding Dana
that she'd said she had a room in the hotel. The both of them took a taste of
their drinks, then Gail paid Dana a compliment.
"I should've said this before, but you look quite lovely in that dress," she said.
'Not that you didn't look fetching in the outfit you had on this morning."
"Thank you," Dana said.
"Well, here we are having our drink …" Gail said, letting the rest of whatever
she was going to say just hang there.
"So now I'm off the hook, right?" Dana asked.
"Sweetheart, let me tell you something," Gail smiled. "You were never on the
hook to begin with."
With that, she told her all about who owned the car and what had happened
when she returned it.
"Then it was all a joke?" Dana asked, her tone slightly antagonistic.
"Not at all," Gail assured her.
"Then why did you do all this?" the redhead asked further.
"Because I was taken by you the moment you stepped out of that car this
morning and I wanted to get to know you better," Gail confessed.
"You did all of this just to get to know me better?"
"Yes, don't you think you're worth it?" Gail asked.
Dana didn't know what to answer. She did know that she couldn't have
imagined any guy she'd ever known going to such lengths. In a way, it made
her feel flattered.
"So, if I just get up and walk out of here, then that's that," Dana said.
"Of course, but I would hope that you'd finish your drink at least, it is rather good
isn't it," Gail said. "And perhaps you'd have another after it."
"And after that?" Dana asked.
"Let's just concentrate on the now and after that will undoubtedly take care of
itself, shall we?
"Well it wouldn't hurt to at least finish my drink," Dana thought. "It is rather
good."
-=-=-=-
So good had that drink been that when Gail again politely suggested that Dana
have another, the short haired girl couldn't see a reason why she shouldn't. The
second eventually led to a third, or at least part of one, at which point Gail
commented that it was never a good thing to drink on an empty stomach and
offered to take her guest to dinner. The hotel had the most delightful restaurant
just on the other side of the lobby, she added. Thinking that she had to eat
anyway, Dana accepted the invitation. After all, as long as she was still dating
guys like Jack, it was doubtful she would get the chance to eat as a place this
classy anytime soon.
The meal, which Gail had ordered for both of them, proved as fabulous as Dana
imagined it might have been. She had no idea what it was that she had just
eaten, Gail had ordered in French, but it had Friday night at the Suds and
Burger beat all hollow. With dinner had come a bottle of wine, or was it two,
Dana had lost track somewhere along the line and wasn't exactly sure. Still, it
wasn't a problem, she told herself, because she knew, from experience, it took a
lot more than a little buzz to impair her judgment.
Okay, she reminded herself, there had been that time with Kevin O'Rourke, but
that had been in junior high, and who knew that you could get really wasted on
less than half a bottle of the whiskey Kevin had taken from his father's liquor
cabinet? Thankfully, none of their friends believed him when he claimed the
next day that she had gone down on him in the basement playroom. No one
except Karen of course, but she was more than happy to pretend that she didn't
believe it either, as long as Dana shared all the intimate details, or as many of
them as she could remember.
But that was a long time ago, and as they sat at the small table sharing an after
dinner coffee, Dana considered herself firmly in control. So much so that she
had time to dwell on the fact that aside from her confession back in the bar, Gail
hadn't so much as mentioned the circumstances that had brought the two of
them here. It had been the pink elephant at the table, as her mother liked to call
it. A topic never mentioned but unavoidably there.
"Well this has indeed been a lovely evening," Gail said unexpectedly as
she wiped her mouth with a napkin and made a motion of her other hand to call
over the waitress that had been serving them.
Dana didn't have a chance to say anything before the girl came over
and in response to Gail's request, produced their check from a pocket in her
jacket. After adding what Dana could see was a more than expected gratuity to
the bottom of the bill, Gail signed her name and room number beneath it.
"Thank you," the waitress, who couldn't be any older than Dana, said as
she picked up the bill and saw the amount Gail had written. "Thank you very
much." It was obvious from her tone that not all the guests were that generous.
Gail rose to her feet and Dana followed suit, trailing after the older
woman as she exited the restaurant back into the lobby. Dana kept expecting
Gail to say something about going back up to her room, but again the subject
seemed nonexistent. The younger woman wasn't sure whether she felt relieved
or disappointed.
"Well, I guess this is goodnight then," Gail said as she stood in front of
the elevator bank, taking both of Dana's hands in her own. "I just want to say
again how much I've enjoyed meeting you and having your company this
evening."
With that, she leaned forward and planted a soft, almost chaste kiss on
Dana's lips before releasing her hold on her hands and turning to take two quick
steps into the open elevator just behind them.
Dana stood stunned for a moment as the elevator doors quickly closed.
It all happened so fast that Gail was gone before she could say a word. When
Dana did, it was one that made the women around her stop and look.
"Fuck!" she said aloud, forgetting for the moment where she was.
"What the hell just happened?"
She stood there for a few moments longer, ignoring the few curious
stares until one of the hotel staff, recognizable by her uniform, came up to her.
At first, Dana thought it was because of her outburst and was about to
apologize, when the woman handed her a small envelope. Simply saying she
had been asked to deliver it to her, she then turned and walked away in silence.
Stepping over to the side of the vestibule where she would have at least
a small measure of privacy, Dana opened the envelope. Inside she found a
small, single sheet of hotel stationery, upon which was a room number. The
unwritten message was obvious - the choice was hers. She stared at the paper
for another few moments, then, as if to take action before she could think too
much about it, ran for the nearby elevator, which had just started to close,
jumping inside just in time.
Exiting on the fourth floor, Dana initially made a wrong turn, taking her
all the way down to the other end of the corridor before she realized her error.
Backtracking, she soon found the door with the number that matched what Gail
had written. She was about to knock on the door when it unexpectedly swung
open.
"I was beginning to think that maybe you weren't interested after all," a
smiling Gail said as she stood there, her jacket open, with her skirt and blouse,
the latter of which had considerably more buttons undone than it had only a few
minutes before. "but I'm glad to see that my original assumption was right after
all."
-=-=-=-
As Gail stepped aside to let Dana step into the room, the younger woman now
realized the why of her actions. By the rules she lived by, it had been necessary
for Dana to enter what was about to be of her own accord. With no one there to
influence her decision, it would've been just as easy for her to have turned
around and gone home.
The room she stepped into was, like the lobby two floors below, right out of a
much earlier age. Dana was sure the 1920's style furniture were all
reproductions, but that did little to dispel the illusion of again stepping back in
time. An effect enhanced by the number of scented candles scattered around
the room, filling the small chamber with a soft, warm glow. Situated on the
closest of the night tables was an equally old-fashioned metal wine cooler, filled
to the brim with ice and bordered by two long stemmed glasses.
"I was about to pour myself a glass," Gail said as she followed Dana's line of
sight. "Would you like one?"
Dana thought for a moment of the drinks she'd had down in the bar as well as
those at dinner. Then she decided that one more wouldn't hurt and said that
she would.
A broad smile filled Gail's face as she filled both glasses, handing Dana one. It
was obviously the answer she had hoped for.
"Hmmm, this is even better than the wine at dinner," Dana said after taking a
small taste.
"Yes, it's one of my favorites," Gail replied as she took a sip as well, "just the
thing to celebrate a special occasion."
"You consider this a special occasion?" a surprised Dana asked.
"Of course, don't you?" Gail countered.
Dana thought about it a few seconds, then asked a different question.
"I'm just a little curious," Dana asked after pausing to take a second, longer
drink of the wine. "You had to have ordered this wine while we were at, if not
before, dinner. Otherwise the ice would've long ago melted."
Gail nodded her head, impressed that Dana had picked up on that.
"What would you have done if things had gone the other way and I'd gone home
instead?" she continued.
Before Gail could answer, the phone on the desk rang and she excused herself
for a moment to answer it. Since it was only a few feet away, Dana had no
problem listening to at least half of the conversation.
"I'm sorry," she heard Gail say to the caller, whose voice, while low enough to
be unintelligible, was still loud enough to be identified as that of another woman.
"It seems that my original plans are still on after all."
There was a slight pause as Gail listened, then she quickly concluded the call.
"Yes, that would indeed be lovely," she said before saying goodbye. "I'll look
forward to it."
Hanging up the phone, she turned back to Dana and waited to see if she had a
comment. When none was forthcoming, she identified the woman who had
been on the other end of the line."
"That was Gabrielle," she said, pausing again to see if Dana recognized the
name.
It took a few seconds, but she finally remembered that having been the name
plate of the waitress at their table. She didn't say so in words, but her
expression said she'd made the connection.
"A charming young lady, didn't you think so?" Gail said. "We had a simply
wonderful chat while you were off in the ladies room."
"Are you telling me that if I hadn't shown up, she would've been standing here
instead of me?" Dana asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Well, my dear," the older woman said as she stepped close to Dana and took
the now empty wine from her hand, putting it down on the table next to her own,
"you have to agree that it would indeed have been a shame not to have shared
this exquisite nectar with someone. And all things considered, Gabrielle is quite
attractive, didn't you think so?"
Dana knew she should've felt at least slightly insulted, but surprisingly enough
she didn't. More surprising to her was the unspoken answer to Gail's question.
Usually, when she looked at other girls, she only saw them as potential rivals.
This time, even though she didn't realize it until just now, she had looked at the
attractive waitress in a manner normally reserved for cute guys. Recognition of
that fact was an astonishment, to say the least.
The look on Dana's face told Gail more than words ever could have, and
stepping closer to the red haired girl, she brought up her left hand and gently
stroked her left cheek.
"But attractive as she might have been," Gail said as she closed the distance
even more, "she would've been a poor substitute for you."
With that, she kissed Dana in a manner that, unlike that brief contact down in
the lobby, would never be mistaken as an innocent act of affection between
friends. Dana felt her head swirl as she was overcome by the softness of Gail's
lips and the wet warmth of her tongue as it caressed her own.
It was not the first time she had been kissed by another woman, nor even the
first time she'd felt another's tongue against her own. Back when they were
much younger, she and Karen had spent many nights practicing for boys, with
the two of them alternating the lead role.
This time it was different, that much was apparent immediately. It wasn't until
they'd shared their third kiss and she felt Gail's fingers brush against her left
breast that she realized why. At one time or another during those practice
sessions, each of them had been caught up in the heat of the moment and
moved on to second base. They had quickly retreated, finding safety in the
assertion that they were only acting as they thought a boy would. That retreat
had come with a feeling that Dana now recognized as regret. Here and now,
there were no such restrictions.
Finding Dana's nipple beneath the cloth of her dress, Gail's fingers quickly
brought it to an excited thickness. An action that also brought a soft sigh of
satisfaction from her lips. Gail's other hand duplicated the actions of the first
and she stood there massaging the younger woman's tips with outstretched
fingers, working them against the thin material in a tight circular motion.
Dana let out a deep breath, followed by another even louder sigh. Despite the
twin barriers of her dress and bra, Gail was causing a greater degree of
stimulation in her breasts than most guys managed against bare skin. Not that
many of them ever seemed inclined to take things this slow.
Another kiss followed as Gail let her hands slide down to the underside of both
breasts, then across to Dana's side. From there Gail glided the tips of her
fingers up the length of Dana's arm, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
"What are you thinking?" Gail asked as her hands again crossed over the
exposed upper half of Dana's mounds.
The question, like so much else tonight, took Dana by surprise, as no guy had
ever asked anything remotely like it at a time like this. It took a few long
moments to actually recall what she had indeed been thinking.
"I was thinking," Dana said, then paused and started over. "I was just thinking
that I'm really not sure what it is that I'm supposed to do. I mean I've been with
enough guys, but I've never…"
"… been with a woman," Gail said, completing the sentence.
Dana nodded her head in acknowledgement, considering her limited
experiences with Karen not to have counted.
"Well, you let me worry about that," Gail smiled. "I'm going to show you
everything that you need to know; you just relax and enjoy it. Right now it's all
about making you feel good; then, later on, you can try the same things on me."
Dana smiled, an unexpected relief washing over her.
"Why don't we start by making you a bit more comfortable?" Gail said with a
smile as she took Dana by the hand and led her towards the bed, the two of
them losing their shoes in the process.
-=-=-=-
With Dana sitting on the center of the bed, Gail moved up alongside her,
stroking the length of her closest arm. Pulling down the strap of her dress, the
older woman kissed Dana's exposed shoulder, before shifting her position so
that, after brushing aside her hair, the next kiss landed on the back of her neck.
From there she worked her way up and across to the lobe of her ear, sliding it
between her eager lips.
Pleased by the soft moan Dana gave in appreciation to her touch, Gail reached
out and took the redhead's hand in her own and kissed that also, before turning
her attention to the side of her face, pressing her lips against that softness.
Her hands continued to stroke both Dana's arms, in addition to the inviting flesh
above her bustline, the tips of her fingers dropping down into the valley between
her breasts. Gail's mouth again found Dana's and the kiss that followed was the
longest and deepest yet.
No sooner had that ended than Gail took hold of both of Dana's arms and eased
her back against the collection of pillows that rested against the headboard. Her
own body followed and they began another round of kisses and caresses, each
a bit more intimate than the one that preceded it. By the time they were done,
Dana was more relaxed than she could ever remember being.
"Enjoying yourself?" Gail asked as she finally lifted herself off of Dana.
The smile on the younger woman's face was all the answer she needed.
Still firmly in control, Gail told Dana to get up on her knees and after doing so
herself, the blonde picked up right where she left off, one hand sliding behind
Dana's neck and the other dropping down to interlace with Dana's. By the time
their other hand followed suit, Dana was giving as good as she got, filling the air
with soft moans of satisfaction.
Their hands came undone as each resumed their exploration of the other's
body, with Gail sliding her hand first alongside the smoothness of Dana's leg,
then up under the hem of her dress to the even greater smoothness of her silk
covered ass. She squeezed it softly as her other hand again came to rest
against the back of Dana's neck.
Dana in turn was content to just let her hands rest on Gail's arms, concentrating
all of her efforts on her tongue as it danced about, deep in Gail's mouth. Gail
meanwhile had now lifted up Dana's dress and slipped her fingers beneath the
thin cloth to caress the flesh beneath. Then one hand glided free, moving up
Dana's back until came to rest against the zipper of her dress. Feeling it slide
free, Dana lifted her arms so that Gail could easily lift the dress up and over her
head, then casually drop it on the floor alongside the bed.
The white bra and panties she had changed into during her quick trip home
were her favorite and most expensive set, the ones she usually wore the first
time she knew she was going to go all the way with a man. Normally, she was
lucky if the guy even noticed them, at least as something other than a final
obstacle to what he was after. This time, however, she was delighted that Gail
took the time to admire her selection, going so far as to say a word or two about
how lovely she looked in them. What was also different was the fact that Gail
was in no rush to get her out of them, exhibiting a desire to make each stage of
their encounter last as long as possible.
Again leaning Dana against the pillows, Gail once more began to kiss her as her
hands ran up and down newly exposed flesh. Dana felt a warm rush fill her
body, following the trail left by the older woman's touch. Gail's mouth moved
down across her neck, across the soft top of Dana's mounds and on to the
smooth expanse of her belly. Then she changed direction and this time she
used a free hand to expose the redhead's left nipple. She kissed it softly at first,
then a bit harder before closing her lips tight around it.
"Oh yes!" Dana moaned loudly as she felt the warmth of Gail's mouth engulf
her flesh.
When she and Karen had played their kissing games, she had often wondered if
it would feel different to have a woman touch her in that way. Even before Gail
shifted to her other breast, she already had her answer. There was softness in
Gail's manner that even the most sensitive male lover had never matched.
Gail used her tongue to caress the tips of both breasts, gliding them back and
forth into her mouth, drawing them deep inside of her. Then, after planting one
final kiss on each, she lifted Dana off the bed just enough so that she could
reach back and undo the clasp that still held the undergarment together. Then it
joined the dress on the floor.
"God, I knew that you had beautiful breasts, but I didn't think they would be this
perfect," Gail said as she looked down at the woman lying before her.
Dana smiled at the compliment.
Gail leaned down and, pulling Dana against her, kissed her fiercely, their bodies
pressing hard against the other, one hand on her back, the other her leg as
Dana brought both of them up to wrap around her. A second, third, and even a
fourth kiss followed as Dana moved to try and work Gail out of her jacket.
"No, not yet," Gail whispered between kisses. "This is all about you right now,
your enjoyment, your pleasure."
"It would bring me pleasure," Dana offered.
"Soon enough," Gail replied, kissing her once more.
Gail moved down between Dana's legs, taking pause just long enough to kiss
the tiny damp spot that had formed on the translucent piece of material between
her thighs. Then she slowly ran her fingers across it, causing Dana to jump just
a bit in anticipation.
As with her breasts, Gail showed no sign of being in a hurry, lightly stroking the
mound beneath with both the tip of her tongue and fingers. Each of which was
electric to Dana as she leaned back against the pillows and enjoyed the
sensation.
Gail again pressed her mouth against the now wet material, taking a deep
breath to fully appreciate the perfume of Dana's sex. She pulled the material
into her mouth, not hard enough to rip it, but enough to savor the evidence of
Dana's expectation.
Only then did Gail finally take hold of the edges of her panties and slowly slide
them off and then down the length of Dana's legs. Unlike the rest of her
clothing, Gail didn't simply toss it aside but gently rolled it into a ball and, after
taking a final sampling of its sweet scent, placed it on the night table. For a
moment, Dana wondered if the blonde planned to keep it as a souvenir of sorts,
but that was a thought she didn't dwell on too long.
As she had done with her breasts, Dana watched as Gail took a long moment to
admire and express her appreciation of the beauty of her sex. Dana spread her
legs wide to give her an unobstructed view, drawing attention to a small bit of
ink art that had been obscured by her panties.
"Oh, isn't that just precious!" Gail said as she reached out and ran an extended
finger across the small image of Pooh Bear holding a honey pot that rested only
a half inch from Dana's cleanly shaved sex. "I love it."
Then, much to Dana's surprise, rather then go for the gold, as Jack often
referred to it, Gail instead withdrew from between her legs and instead drew up
alongside her on the bed. As she did so, Gail guided her right hand down
between Dana's legs, even as her left slid beneath Dana's back, moving up to
her neck. Quick to respond, Dana brought both hands to the sides of Gail's face
and kissed her deeply.
As her tongue pressed far past Gail's lips, Dana could taste the barest hint of
her own sex in the blonde's mouth, a realization that filled her with an even
greater desire. It was only after their second kiss that the younger woman
realized that Gail had used the distraction to gently glide her fingers within her,
just far enough to ignite the fires within.
"Oh yes," Dana moaned into Gail's mouth, feeling strong fingers manipulating
the most sensitive of her flesh, producing waves of delight that were already
spreading out across her excited body.
Waves that only increased in intensity as Gail continued to work her magic.
One hand massaged Dana's sex, while the other and her mouth worked on
other parts of her body, all adding to her pleasures. It went on for what seemed
to Dana an eternity, the torrent of desire within her nearing its zenith. Then, just
as Dana was sure that tide was about to crest, Gail unexpectedly stopped and
told her to once more get up on her knees.
A small measure of disappointment filled her, but she nonetheless instantly
responded, turning at Gail instruction so that she was spread out across the bed
away from her. Gail reached out and put her hands on her body, one on her left
side and the other on her right thigh. Then she told Dana to come back up, her
hands moving inward as she rose to Dana's breast and pubic mound.
Pulling her tight against her, Gail began to again rub her hand against Dana's
sex, while also now beginning to massage her breasts, tweaking her hard
nipples between her fingers. Soft kisses began to rain down on Dana's neck
and shoulders, even as she tilted Dana's head so that her mouth might be
available as well.
"Better?" Gail asked after she had been playing with Dana in this new position
for a while.
"Much," Dana replied, that simple one word answer conveying an undreamed of
level of satisfaction that filled every aspect of her body.
"Good," Gail replied just as simply, putting an even greater effort into her
ministrations, which produced a new series of appreciative moans from the girl
in her arms.
Again Dana found herself brought to the edge of the precipice, her body
screaming for release, yet at the same time not wanting for the delights filling
her to fade.
"Has Jack or any of your other boyfriends ever made you feel like this?" Gail
asked as she kissed Dana on the cheek.
"No, never," Dana panted.
"Are you sure?" Gail asked.
"Yes!" Dana cried out, tears of joy forming at the corners of her eyes.
"Makes you wonder what you need any of them for, doesn't it?" Gail asked.
Dana wasn't sure if that last question was rhetorical or not, but either way she
was in no state to answer it as her body continued to tremble on the brink of
orgasm.
Following Gail's instruction, Dana replaced Gail's hand with her own and she
began to masturbate furiously, allowing Gail to devote her full attention to her
breasts. The touch of her own hand was all she needed to find that elusive
orgasm.
Gail held her tight as her body exploded, her naked form quivering and quaking
in the blonde's arms. Sweat ran down her back and chest, along with tears down
her cheeks as she finally surrendered to the wondrous forces that had
overpowered her.
"Good?" Gail asked as Dana collapsed back into her arms.
"Oh God, yes," Dana replied breathlessly.
"Then you just lay back and catch your breath for a moment," Gail said as she
shifted her body enough for her to do just that, "because it's about to get even
better.
With Dana now propped up on the pillows once more, Gail moved back
between her legs and this time did go for the gold without hesitation. The
sudden touch of her tongue against Dana's clit was enough to wash away any
fatigue she felt and totally reenergize her.
Over the course of the next twenty-five minutes, the twenty-one year old was
subjected to the most intense pussy-licking she could ever have imagined.
Nothing in her life had ever come close, as Gail's efforts produced no less than
two more orgasms in that short span. It this wasn't heaven, Dana couldn't
imagine what was.
"Satisfied?" Gail asked after the last of Dana's climaxes had subsided.
"Totally," she replied with the broadest of smiles on her face.
"Are you sure?" Gail asked.
"What else could I want?" Dana answered.
"You never know," Gail said with a smile and a mischievous tone in her voice.
"Sometimes you never know what you want until someone gives it to you."
Although baffled by that remark, Dana didn't ask Gail to explain it because the
older woman took that moment to finally take off her jacket and carefully lay it
across a nearby chair. Gail watched in rapt fascination as Gail walked to a
point at the bottom of the bed and, button by button, began to undo her blouse.
As it gave way, a sheer flesh colored bra became visible, one much more
functional than the one Dana had been wearing, but at the same time made
more erotic by the ensemble it had been worn under. After the blouse came the
skirt, revealing an equally practical pair of panties.
Still, even if Gail had been wearing granny panties, Dana would've been totally
impressed by the body beneath them. Gail obviously took excellent care of
herself, exhibiting a tight, well toned body that any woman half her age would
envy. In fact, if she had to guess her age judged solely by what was before her,
Dana would've been at least a decade off.
That judgment was even more evident once Gail discarded her undergarments
as well. Dana found herself presented with a pair of breasts that stood as firm
as her own, despite being slightly larger. Between her legs, Gail had declined to
go bare as Dana and many of her friends did, preferring to maintain a natural
look, although one tightly trimmed.
"I guess now it's my turn," Dana said, her voice full of anticipation.
"Maybe," Gail replied, a touch of mystery in that single word.
"You don't want me to please you?" Dana asked, the anticipation giving way to
confusion.
"Sweetheart, you have no idea how much you've already pleased me," Gail
said.
"Then what…" Dana started to say.
"But I'm not done with you yet," Gail said, cutting her off. "I have one more
surprise for you, that is, if you think you can handle it."
"I can handle anything," Dana said, wondering as she said it if it were really
true.
"Well then," Gail said with a wicked smile as she reached down and picked up
a small carry bag that had been resting on the floor in front of the bed, "do you
think you could handle this?"
"Oh my God, is that what I think it is?" Dana said in surprise.
In retrospect, that seems a pretty stupid thing to say, Dana later thought. As if
the object in Gail's hand could've been anything but what she thought it was.
She had heard of strap-ons, even if she had never seen so much as a picture of
one. This one in particular was quite impressive, she had to say, with a length
and girth easily the equal of any man she had ever been with.
"So what do you think?" Gail said, holding the flesh colored, hard rubber replica
in one hand while she dropped the carry bag back on the floor with the other.
"You want to fuck me?" Dana asked, her voice now a curious mix of both
trepidation and excitement.
Gail didn't answer, at least not verbally. Instead, the look on her face said it all,
leading Dana to think that her last question was even stupider than the one
before it had been.
Gail was obviously giving her a few moments to think about it, and Dana was
certainly doing that. Even though she had a small dildo in her nightstand, for
those nights when the urge was there but company wasn't, she had never
imagined the idea of another woman using such a thing on her - not even in her
wildest fantasies. Then again, she barely imagined one doing the things Gail
had done to her this evening, and look at how that had turned out. Three
orgasms in a single night, and the prospect of one or two more dangling before
her.
"How could I say no," Dana said, surprised at first that she had said that aloud.
-=-=-=-
To judge by the look of satisfaction on her face, Dana's response seemed to
please Gail more than anything else had so far tonight, and that was saying a
lot. Playfully stroking her artificial cock as she put it on, Gail climbed onto the
bottom of the bed, grabbing one of the plush pillows that had been pushed aside
during their earlier play.
"Bottoms up," she grinned as she positioned the pillow under Dana's ass,
raising the object of her desire a few more inches off the mattress.
That done, she spread Dana's legs wider and moved into the now open space
between them, one hand on her cock, which she placed at the head of the girl's
pussy. Dana closed her eyes and let out a loud gasp as she felt Gail enter her,
the fullness of her artificial manhood filling her more than Dana could ever
remember Jack doing. Gail then leaned forward and, after wrapping her arms
around her, kissed Dana softly.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" she said as their lips parted.
"Yes," Dana replied breathlessly.
"It gets better," Gail said as she began to gently rock back and forth inside of
her.
For long minutes they rocked in unison, exchanging kisses as Gail gently fucked
her. Then the intensity of her motion began to quicken, as did that of her kisses.
Finally, she released her hold on Dana and lifted herself back up, taking hold of
Dana's legs which she lifted upward, allowing her to penetrate her even deeper.
"Oh God, yes," Dana panted as Gail fucked her even harder, sliding one hand
down to her mound so that she could rub her fingers against it.
In no time at all, she felt herself once more on the edge of orgasm, one that she
didn't have long to wait for. It was a small one, in comparison to what had come
before, but it was also just a harbinger of what was yet to come. Gail hardly
gave her time to take pleasure in the minor joy before she was already guiding
her down the path to a second one. It was a mirror of the first in intensity, also
filled with the promise of what was to come.
Holding Dana tightly, Gail rolled the two of them over, so that now Dana was on
top. They took a few moments to get comfortable, and then Dana began to ride
Gail just as she would a man.
Up and down she went, sliding Gail in and out of her, each thrust filling her body
with renewed delight. Gail, for her part, slid her hands from around Dana's
waist, where they had been resting, and moved them up to cup her breasts,
adding to the abundance of pleasures filling the younger woman.
"Oh it's good, so good," Dana said with tears of joy running down her face, even
as she arched herself back to again let Gail take control.
And take control she did, thrusting upward with renewed intensity, prompting
Dana to fill the air with louder and louder cries of encouragement and
satisfaction. Gail grabbed Dana and pulled her down to her, the kiss this time
one of ferocity, and one that didn't cause her to slacken her endeavor in the
least.
Dana responded with equal fervor, not being able to remember the last time she
had made love this intensely. Usually, Jack, or one of her previous boyfriends,
had come by this time and lost interest, or the capacity to continue. A third mini-
orgasm took hold of her, and still Gail went on, grabbing her ass and rocking in
time to her climax.
Sliding out from beneath her, Gail told Dana to get down on all fours, coming up
behind her and using her tongue to caress her asshole, even as her fingers did
the same to her quite wet mound.
"Ever been fucked in the ass?" Gail asked as she lifted her head.
"No," Dana said over her shoulder, wondering if that was what Gail was
planning next.
"I think you might like it," Gail said as she ran her fingers across the valley
between her ass cheeks, "but that's a treat we'll save for another day. Right
now it's your pussy that I want."
Remembering how many times she had declined Jack's desire to break her anal
cherry, Dana found herself surprised to discover that she felt a small level of
disappointment that Gail wasn't going to do the honors. If she had wanted to,
Dana knew she would've had no objection.
She didn't have long to think about it because Gail was wasting no time in re-
entering her, her hands tight against her sides as she slid her cock once more
deep inside of her. This time her well lubricated sex needed no warm up period,
and Gail began to ram her as hard as she could from the onset.
"Fuck me!" Dana cried out loudly. "Fuck my pussy, fuck it harder!"
On and on they went, with Gail constantly changing their positions slightly to
give her better leverage, but the force of her thrusts remaining constant. Dana
was in heaven, her body quaking as it never had before in her life. She couldn't
breathe, she couldn't think, all she knew was that she was Gail's to do whatever
she wanted with and that felt oh so right.
Filled with an orgasm more intense than she could've ever imagined, Dana
wanted to cry out how good it felt, but the words just wouldn't come. Still, with
her body pressed hard against her, Gail had no trouble feeling just how good it
was for the younger woman. By the time it was finally over, Dana thought she
might as well just curl up and die right then and there, because nothing was ever
going to be better than what she'd just experienced.
Almost as exhausted as the girl beneath her, Gail collapsed on top of Dana's
body, the fingers of their hands interlocked as they had been during her orgasm.
She kissed her cheek, then carefully lifted herself off and rolled onto her side.
They shared a full kiss, one that was as soft as it was long.
"I love you," Dana said as she finally regained her voice.
"No, you love what I just did for you," Gail smiled, "but still, it's a nice thing for
you to say."
Dana smiled back, knowing that she was right.
"I don't know about you, dear," Gail said, her eyes closing as she dropped her
head back against the mattress, "but I could use a bit of rest before we give it
another go. After all, we have the room the rest of the night, and the morning
too," she added.
As Dana did the same, the redhead found herself thankful that she didn't have
to work tomorrow, or have any classes scheduled. That way she could use
every bit of the time Gail mentioned to return the pleasures the older woman
had brought her. A whole new world had been opened to her, one that she
intended to explore to its fullest.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2010
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