Boston Private
by Ann Douglas
The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of
sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by
David E. Kelly and the FOX network. This story is intended for
the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a
parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be
made from the distribution of this story.
The bell had sounded over an hour before, signally the end
of the last period as Lauren Davis, head of the Social Studies
Department, walked down the empty halls of Winslow High. The
slender twenty something blond was carrying on an animated
discussion with Marilyn Sudor, another of the teachers. The two
had been friends almost since the day they had both started at
the school, and Lauren often turned to Marilyn for advice.
“I really don’t know what I’m going to do with Harvey,”
Lauren said as they walked.
“What’s he done this time?” the auburn haired black woman
laughed softly.
Harvey Lipschultz was an aging relic of the Social Studies
department. He was long past the age where he could retire, but
he had steadfastly refused to do so. Despite the many problems he
had caused her, Lauren had a deep affection for the teacher
dating back to the days when she sat one of these classrooms as a
student.
So far this year alone, he had tried to send Dana Poole, one
of the most popular girls in the school, home for not wearing a bra.
That action had let to a demonstration of support by most of the
female student body who also then went braless. A protest that
while not appreciated by the school hierarchy, was quite enjoyable
to the other half of the student population.
He’d also alienated a significant portion of his black students
with some of his comments, as well as made several accusations
about the sexual particularities of some of his fellow teachers.
Lately there’d been some talk that he might actually be lapsing into
senility.
“Just another argument between him and Guber,” Lauren
replied, making reference to Scott Guber, Winslow’s Vice Principal.
“What was it about?” Marilyn inquired, then added. “Wait,
I don’t even think I want to know.”
Lauren shot Marilyn a hard look.
“Sorry girl,” Marilyn responded, “but if you’re looking for
sympathy for having to deal with Harvey, don’t look at me. I would
have let them fire him a half dozen times this year alone.”
The blond haired department head was about to say
something to her friend when a noise from the classroom they
were passing caught her attention.
“Did you hear that?” she said instead.
Marilyn raised a finger to her mouth to show that yes she
did hear it, and that they should be quiet. Moving to the back door
of the supposedly empty classroom, the two teachers glanced
through the glass window.
“Oh my God!” Lauren gasped in a whisper as she saw what
was going beyond the door. “I ...”
“Shhh!” Marilyn cut her off, taking her own long look.
In the far corner of the room, visible only from the back
door, were two students. One was instantly recognizable as Dana
Poole. She was sitting on the edge of a desk, lip locked with
another girl. The second student’s face wasn’t clearly visible, but
what was clear was that she had one of her hands inside Dana’s
blouse. Dana, in turn, had her own hand up the other girl’s skirt.
Before the two girls could become aware of the teachers
looking in on them, Marilyn grabbed Lauren’s arm and silently pulled
her away from the door and down the hall. She didn’t stop until
they had put a closed door between them and what they had just
witnessed.
“We have to go back there and do something,” Lauren said
as soon as they stopped.
“Do what?” Marilyn asked. “Tell them they’re not allowed to
kiss on school grounds.”
“We can’t do nothing,” Lauren insisted.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” Marilyn insisted.
“With all the things that have happened in this school this past
year, the last thing we need is another sex scandal. Especially one
that you bring to light.”
The last part of Marilyn’s comment hit her colleague hard.
A few months before, Lauren had practically walked in on two
students, that time a boy and girl, in an empty stairwell. The girl,
Susan Potter, had been on her knees, performing oral sex on Peter
Nelson. Both of them were candidates for Student Council
President and it turned out that the sex act had been a bribe to
Peter to drop out of the race and throw his support behind Susan.
After Lauren exposed them, Steven Harper, Winslow’s Principal,
disqualified both of them from the election and the third
candidate won.
What had shocked Lauren so much about that whole incident
was the casual way both students viewed it. Susan had said that it
was no big thing, rating oral sex no higher on the scale then Lauren
had rated french kissing when she was her age.
And when questioned about the morality of trading a sexual
favor in exchange for throwing the election, Peter had simply
explained, “Are you kidding, haven’t you ever seen Susan Potter?”
“Half the students in this school don’t trust you, especially
after you blew the whistle on those two,” Marilyn said. “Is it
worth it to lose the other half for that?”
With all the real problems facing them, drugs, teen
pregnancy, students dropping out, the fact that two students
might be experimenting with lesbianism seemed pretty low on the
list. Reluctantly, Lauren finally agreed with Marilyn.
The next day was Friday and the two teachers found
themselves in the near empty teacher’s lounge, still discussing what
had happened the day before. They were speaking in low tones,
trying to keep the conversation private, but were still overheard
by Marla Hendricks, one of the older teachers.
“I’m not surprised,” Marla offered her unsolicited opinion.
“It used to be some girls experimented with that sort of thing in
college, now it’s high school. With all the diseases going around,
not to mention boyfriends who get them pregnant and then
disappear, more girls are finding other ways to take care of their
sexual urges. Besides, it’s not the worse way to have an orgasm if
you don’t have a steady man.”
As Marla finished her coffee and began to leave for her
next class, both of the younger women had to wonder about the
last part of her comment. The way she said it made them wonder
if perhaps she had some personal experience in that area. Bolder
than Lauren, Marilyn asked just that. Pausing for a moment before
walking away, Marla just smiled broadly at the question.
The loud ringing of the bell cut off any further discussion,
reminding both Lauren and Marilyn that they too had classes
waiting for them. They gathered up their things and began to
leave as well.
“Are we still on for dinner at my place tonight?” Marilyn
asked before Lauren disappeared out the door.
Lauren nodded that they were. With her on again, off again,
relationship with fellow teacher, Harry Senate in the latter mode
once again, Lauren had been pretty much keeping to himself in the
off hours. Marilyn was determined to bring her out of her low
spirits, but so far had only gotten her to agree to dinner at her
apartment rather than going out.
Dinner went off pretty well, they both agreed. The meal
was quite simple but then neither of them were great cooks. It
was enough for the two of them to put the week’s problems behind
them and relax for a while.
After dinner, Marilyn produced a second bottle of wine and
they moved their conversation to the small living room. They sat
on opposite ends of the couch and after they made themselves
comfortable, Marilyn poured them each a full glass.
“Things any better between you and Harry?” Marilyn asked
as she took a sip of wine.
“I’d really rather not discuss Harry right now,” Lauren
countered, taking an even larger sample of her own drink.
“All right,” Marilyn said, “but just remember, if all else fails
there’s always Guber?”
That suggestion caused Lauren to almost choke on her wine.
It was public knowledge that Scott Guber had an almost schoolboy
like crush on her. A rigid, no-nonsense disciplinarian, Guber was
looked on as an almost neo-nazi by most of the student body and
even some of the faculty. While Lauren didn’t view him as that
extreme in most cases, the one time he had actually asked her out
had almost made her nauseous.
“Well if I’m going to be stuck with Guber,” she joked after
catching her breath. “I guess that leaves you with Steven.”
Steven Harper, the Principal of Winslow High was a tall,
powerfully built black man. With a clean shaven head and a
carefully trimmed goatee and mustache, he was considered quite an
impressive figure.
“Hmmm,” the brown skinned woman said as she considered
the idea. “That might not be so bad. Steven is a pretty big man.
Might be fun to find out if that goes for everything about him.”
“You are so bad,” Lauren responded.
They continued to chat for a while, discussing some of the
things that had happened over the school year. If nothing else, as
Marilyn had insinuated the day before, this seemed to be the year
of the sex scandal.
First there was a mini-scandal with Harry having kissed Dana
Poole. It had led to her blackmailing Harry into helping her out
when she was in trouble with Guber. Then there was the disclosure
of a Pussy Posse game being played by the male seniors. A game
where they got different points for bedding female students, with
the most going for a freshman.
It was followed by the discovery of a journal by a teacher
who died suddenly. In it he had written that he was sleeping with
one of his students. In the end, it turned out that the whole
affair was the result of his obsession with the girl and had never
happened.
A more real affair occurred between Milton Buttle, one of
the English teachers and a student. True, when he first met her,
he thought she was a twenty-year-old Harvard student and not an
eighteen-year-old senior. But he’d continued sleeping with her
even after he found out she went to Winslow. The revelation of
the affair had cost him his job.
“You can’t tell me,” Marilyn was saying as she refilled both
of their glasses, “that a good number of the men at Winslow wish
they couldn’t have traded places with Milton for a night. As long
as they didn’t get caught of course. Sleeping with a student has
got to be their biggest fantasy.”
“Right up there with watching two women,” Lauren said,
realizing that the wine was getting to her as she repeated
something Harry had mentioned to her one night in bed.
“Tell me about it, girlfriend,” Marilyn said, feeling a little of
the wine’s effect as well. “It seems like there comes a point in
every relationship that a man brings up the idea of a threesome.
Just so he can see you and another girl get it on.”
It must’ve been the wine, but Lauren found the
determination to ask a question she normally never would.
“Marilyn, have you ever done it?” Lauren asked, the meaning
of “it” self-evident.
“Well to be honest,” her fellow teacher replied, “I’ve been
hit on by women before, but I’ve never taken any of them up on
their offers. Still, I have thought about what it might be like at
times. ”
“I can believe that women hit on you too,” Lauren agreed.
In the beginning of the school year, Holt ‘45, the popular
student website run by Sheryl Holt had run a poll on what female
teachers the students most wanted to sleep with. Marilyn had
come in first, gathering twice as many votes as the runner-up.
Lauren had ranked lower on the list, barely beating out a few
women almost twice her age for the seventh position. That had
upset her so much that she had a friend hack the site and get the
raw data for the poll. More shocking than how few people had
voted for her was how many girls had taken the poll and voted for
Marilyn.
“How about you?” Marilyn asked in return.
“Sometimes,” Lauren answered almost hesitantly, “I think
about what it would be like to kiss another girl. Just to satisfy my
curiosity.”
Marilyn laughed at her response.
“I’m glad you think it’s so funny,” the blond said, a little
touch of anger in her voice.
“I wasn’t laughing at you, Lauren,” Marilyn explained. “A
friend of mine, I think you met her once, Rene, the lawyer, told me
a story about her roommate. It seems another female lawyer in
her firm was having dreams about kissing her.”
“I don’t see what that has to do ...”
“It was just that you used almost the same words that her
roommate used to justify it when they did kiss each other,”
Marilyn said, before pausing to take another drink of the wine.
“Did it satisfy their curiosity?” Lauren asked.
“Well to hear, Renee, tell it,” Marilyn smiled, “her friend
came home that night with a very satisfied look on her face.”
Now Lauren paused to take a long taste of her wine. The
look on her face was one Marilyn knew well. It was a look of
remembrance.
“You’re thinking about Dana Poole, aren’t you?” Marilyn
asked.
Lauren nodded her head yes.
“I guess I’ve been thinking about her too,” Marilyn
admitted.
“Do you think we could?” Lauren asked, the need to actually
say it outright not needed.
“Can’t see what harm it would do?” Marilyn smiled.
“Guess not,” Lauren smiled in return. “It really can’t do any
harm, just a little kiss ...”
“... just to satisfy our curiosity,” Marilyn finished the
sentence.
Both women leaned forward as their lips met. It was a
gentle kiss at first, just the barest caress of their lips against
each other. Then it became just a little more intimate as their
tongues came into play. The kiss seemed both endless and all too
brief. Rather than satisfying their curiosity, it only seemed to
intensify it.
“That was ...” Lauren began.
“...Intense,” Marilyn finished.
“Again?” Lauren asked, unsure of the answer she would get.
“Why not?” Marilyn replied.
They kissed again, the degree of their connection being just
a little stronger. Without asking about it, a third kiss followed
without pause. To Lauren’s surprise, she found her hand resting on
Marilyn’s breast, mirroring what she had seen Dana and that other
girl doing yesterday. To her relief as she realized she had done it,
Marilyn didn’t seem to mind at all.
In fact, rather than be shocked, Marilyn took Lauren’s hand
in her own and slipped it under her blouse, bringing it to rest
against her naked flesh beneath.
“Oh my,” Lauren said as she took a long deep breath.
“Exactly,” Marilyn added.
“I think that maybe we should take a few moments to think
about this,” Lauren said as she reluctantly withdrew her hand
from inside Marilyn’s shirt.
A shattering quiet filled the room as both women realize
that they are the edge of crossing a line. They moved back a little
further from each other, each taking another drink of wine.
“I think this is going a little further than we planned,”
Lauren said.
“Is that a bad thing?” Marilyn asked. “After all we’re both
adults.”
“I guess not, and yes we are,” said Lauren.
“So I guess the question to ask is,” Marilyn said. “Do we
really want to explore this?”
“I guess it would be nice if we understood what the
attraction to it all was,” Lauren replied in way of not giving too
direct an answer.
“But it would only be this one time, right?” asked Marilyn.
“Absolutely,” Lauren replied.
“Then I guess what we should decide first then is how far
we should take this, just so we don’t have a problem later on,”
Marilyn said.
“That’s a good idea,” agreed Lauren.
“So how far do we go?” Marilyn repeated.
“How far do you think we should go?” Lauren asked in turn.
“Well we’re not going to go anywhere is we keep asking this
back and forth,” Marilyn stated.
“I guess you’re right,” Lauren said, as she paused to take a
long, deep breath. “If we’re only going to try this once, then maybe
we should try it all.”
“All, meaning everything?” Marilyn asked.
“Yes,”
“Everything would include our going down on each other?”
Marilyn continued, getting straight to the most extreme
possibility.
“Unless you have a problem with that,” Lauren quickly said.
“We could skip ...”
“No, I just wanted to make sure the parameters of our little
experiment.” Marilyn warmly smiled.
‘Then I guess there’s nothing left but to just do it, I guess.”
Lauren concluded.
Marilyn replied by taking the glass of wine out of Lauren’s
hand and putting both of them on the coffee table. She leaned
across the small distance between them on the couch and kissed
Lauren again. As her tongue slipped into the history teacher’s
mouth, Marilyn’s hands slipped up under her shirt as well.
“Oh yes,” Lauren moaned as Marilyn’s hands squeezed her
small mounds through her bra.
The chocolate hued teacher slid down her hands and
grabbed the bottom of Lauren’s shirt. Then pulled it up and over
Lauren’s head, tossing it aside to the floor. She leaned forward
and kissed the exposed flesh of her pale breasts. Her tongue
tickled Lauren’s skin, causing her to giggle.
Reaching behind her, Lauren undid the hook of her bra,
letting it fall forward into Marilyn’s hands. She dropped it to the
floor as well, then moved her mouth to cover the newly exposed
bright pink nipples.
“Yes!” Lauren moaned even louder as Marilyn’s red lips
closed around her nipples, pulling them into her mouth. It was a
feeling that was both familiar and excitingly new.
Marilyn continued to feast on the ambrosia of her new love’s
mounds, alternating the soft caress of her lips and tongue with the
sharp bite of her teeth. It was a combination that Lauren seemed
to thrive on. A fact attested to by the increasing volume of her
cries.
“Oh Marilyn, I want to do that to you so much,” Lauren said
between moans, “you have such beautiful breasts.”
Marilyn leaned back and slowly, erotically, began to undo her
blouse. With each undone button, more of the creamy brown flesh
beneath became visible, and with it the rising beat of Lauren’s
heart.
Finally only a red lace bra was left, the sheer material
concealing what had been unofficially voted the best tits at
Winslow High. Lauren reached out and undid the small clasp
between those mounds, setting them free. As the rich dark
chocolate nipples came into view, Lauren couldn’t wait to taste
them.
She didn’t have to wait as Marilyn took hold of her left
breast and lifted it to Lauren’s mouth. As she sucked on the tasty
treat, Marilyn ran her fingers through the blonde’s hair, stroking
the back of her neck as well.
“Oh yes, lick them,” she purred as Lauren returned the
pleasure Marilyn had just given her. “Suck them hard.”
“They are so sweet,” Lauren said as she licked the erect
nipples.
“Well maybe this will make them taste even better,” Marilyn
laughed as she had a sudden inspiration and picked up her wine
glass from the table and poured the last of it over her breasts.
The drink spread out across her warm flesh, forming a shiny
film against her dark skin. Lauren stretched out her darting
tongue and began to lick the tasty beverage, now mixed with
Marilyn’s own flavoring, from her breasts. The mix, she decided,
had greatly improved the wine.
The two topless women continued to make out on the couch
with a fiery passion, exploring each other with their hands and
mouths. It was like they were teenagers again, making out in the
backseat up at lover’s lane.
Marilyn took Lauren’s hand and guided it under her skirt and
inside the matching red panties beneath. A hot rush of excitement
filled Lauren’s body as her fingers pressed against the now
saturated mound.
“I want you inside me,” Marilyn whispered in her ear,
planting a soft kiss there as well.
Lauren responded with enthusiasm as she slid first one, then
two fingers inside of Marilyn’s womanhood. Slowly at first, then
with an increasing lust, she pumped them in and out of her. Now it
was Marilyn’s turn to moan with delight.
Undoing the belt on Lauren’s jeans, Marilyn managed to pull
them down her legs. Lauren reciprocated by undoing Marilyn’s
skirt. Since they had tossed off their shoes and socks when they
both curled up on the couch, they were both left with only their
panties.
Marilyn matched Lauren’s moves, sliding her own hand into
her plain white panties and her fingers past the trimmed blond
bush. In no time at all the two teachers were furiously finger
fucking each other.
Now both were covered with a sticky film of sweat as they
pushed the other along the road to orgasm. A road that proved
rather short as first Lauren, then Marilyn had a brief but pleasing
climax.
“That was great,” Marilyn said as they wrapped her arms
around Lauren and pulled her close, “really great.”
“I think fantastic would be a better choice of words,”
Lauren offered as she kissed Marilyn’s cheek.
“I’ll defer to your judgment,” Marilyn chuckled, “after all,
you are a department head.”
“What should we try next?” Lauren asked, her voice
containing a small fear that Marilyn might decide that her
curiosity had been satisfied and bring their explorations to a stop.
Marilyn took what seemed like such a long time answering
that Lauren was sure that her fear was right on the money. Then
it was dashed aside as Marilyn smiled invitingly and suggested that
they move their little adventure to the bedroom where they might
be more comfortable.
Once spread out on Marilyn’s bed, they quickly took off each
other’s panties, removing the last barrier between them. They
pressed their bodies together, rubbing first their nipples, then
their pussies against each other. Still filled with curious
excitement, they continued what they had started on the couch.
"Hold on a second,” Marilyn interrupted as an idea sparkled
in her eyes. “I have something we can use."
Disengaging herself from their embrace, Marilyn leaned over
and reached into the bottom drawer of her night table. As she did,
Lauren couldn’t help but appreciate the rounded smoothness of her
ass. God this woman had a perfect body, she thought.
From within the table, Marilyn produced a slim, smooth
white plastic vibrator. The appearance of the phallic shaped toy
brought a look of surprise to Lauren's face.
"Oh come on," Marilyn laughed, "like you don't have one
too."
"Have one?" Lauren repeated in all seriousness. "Up until
thirty second ago, I'd never even seen one."
"You're kidding?" the brown skinned beauty asked. Then
realizing that her friend was telling the truth added, "It's no
wonder that most of the students think you're some kind of nun."
"Some nun," Lauren replied as she considered the fact that
she was naked in bed with another woman and what they had been
doing.
Then, considering some of the stories she'd heard about
nuns over the years, maybe the nickname wasn't so far off the
mark after all.
"Where did you get that?" Lauren asked, finding it hard to
imagine the teacher going to some out of the way sex shop.
"Mail order," Marilyn simply replied as she twisted the
bottom of the slim toy and it began to softly buzz.
"Really?" Lauren said in surprise.
"Why don't you just lay back and let me show you what
you've been missing," Marilyn said, dismissing Lauren's questions.
“Oh God!” Lauren yelled as Marilyn guided the pulsating tip
of the long toy between the folds of her pussy and brushed it
against the tip of her clitoris.
The journey of the pleasure-giving device had begun at the
tips of Lauren’s breasts, then passed down the small valley
between them. It continued on down between her legs, leaving a
tingling trail.
Marilyn slowly moved the humming toy in and out of Lauren’s
pussy. It left a rising appreciation of the benefits of modern
technology and a mental note to purchase one for herself at the
very first opportunity.
“Oh I can’t wait any longer,” Marilyn said as she withdrew
the vibrator from within Lauren and twisted the base to the off
position.
She was about to lay it aside when she noticed the small
amount of shiny residue at the tip. Lifting it to her mouth, she slid
her tongue across it, licking the plastic clean. It was but an
appetizer of what was to come.
Finally laying the now clean toy aside, Marilyn took hold of
Lauren’s legs and spread them apart. There was little doubt that
she was the one in charge right now and the slightly older blond
didn’t seem to care a bit.
Throughout her life, once Marilyn had made up her mind to
do something, she would act on that decision with great
enthusiasm. This time was no exception as she lowered her head
between Lauren’s outstretched legs and eagerly partook of the
ambrosia she had just sampled.
If the touch of her vibrator on Lauren’s clit had been
electrifying, that of Marilyn’s soft tongue proved explosive.
Lauren’s body quaked beneath the repeated thrusts of her mouth
and fingers.
“Ooooooh,” Lauren moaned in response, unable to believe
that this was the first time Marilyn had ever done this. What
would she be like if she’d had more practice?
Marilyn wrapped her arms around Lauren’s legs, holding her
even tighter against her face. The fires within her made her a
woman possessed, passing those raging flames into Lauren’s body as
well.
Wave upon increasing wave of rising gratification crashed
across the fullness of Lauren’s body, sending her spiraling down a
whirlpool of delights. It didn’t take long for that whirlpool to
erupt into a senses shattering orgasm that she would never forget.
“Marilyn!!!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as her
body quivered and quaked with such force that she almost thought
that she might black out.
“There is absolutely no way I am ever going to be able to top
that,” Lauren said as she finally regained her senses.
“I guess I did get a little carried away,” Marilyn softly
laughed. “It’s okay.”
“You didn’t give me a chance to finish,” Lauren continued. “I
don’t think I’m going to be able to top it, but I’m going to give my
best shot.”
In no time at all, Lauren’s face was in turn buried between
Marilyn’s thighs as the brown skinned woman braced herself
against the headboard. Rocking back and forth, Marilyn added her
motions to the not insignificant skill of Lauren’s tongue. The blond
haired teacher hadn’t given herself enough credit. In less time
that she would’ve believed possible, she had brought Marilyn to the
crest of her own climax.
“Right there,” Marilyn panted as Lauren found her sensitive
spot, feeling the rising swells within her.
Lauren took the recommendation and concentrated her
efforts on that spot. Not to say she didn’t spread out her efforts
in other areas as well. She could feel the tremor in the dark legs
pressed against the sides of her face. Her heart raced at the
thought that she had caused both that and the orgasm yet born.
A birth that came less than five minutes later with a
gratifying intensity that left no room for complaint. Not that
Marilyn would’ve been inclined to do so under any circumstances.
“That was pretty nice,” Marilyn smiled as her climax slowly
subsided and she dropped down and kissed Lauren in appreciation
of her gift.
Over the next few hours, they repeated their little
experiment as any good researchers would. After all, they rightly
reasoned, until a new day actually began, it was all part of the same
event. To their mutual delight, each repetition ended with a similar
if not more satisfying conclusion.
Finally, long after the dawn, the two lovers were forced to
reluctantly concede that a new day had indeed begun. A single,
long kiss sealed their bargain. To put the events of the previous
night into a locked box, never to see the light of day.
Monday morning found Lauren and Marilyn having coffee
together in the teacher's lounge. Silence filled the table as each
of them quietly read various papers and savored their drinks. As
per their mutual agreement, the events of the weekend were not a
topic of discussion.
"Good morning, Marla," Lauren said as she looked up and
noticed the heavyset teacher pouring herself a cup of coffee.
"How was your weekend?"
"Oh it was fine," she said as she stirred the cream she had
added to her cup. "I went to visit my cousin over in Cambridge."
"That's nice," Lauren replied as she went back to the lesson
plan she had been reviewing.
"How did the two of you make out on Friday?" Marla asked
after taking a slip of her coffee.
The seemingly innocent question, at least to the other
teachers scattered around the room, caused both Lauren and
Marilyn's heads to snap up at the same time. A guilty look filled
both their faces.
"Friday?" Lauren asked, her voice almost stuttering.
"Yes," Marla said, wondering why such a simple question
seemed to upset the department head so much. "The two of you
where having dinner together Friday night, or did I get that
wrong?"
"No, dinner was fine," Marilyn answered for Lauren,
remembering that Marla had been there when they had first made
their plans.
"Good," Marla concluded as she took her coffee and Danish
and went to sit at one of the other tables.
Lauren and Marilyn looked at each other for a long moment.
Then they both burst into a relief filled laughter. An action that
drew a few stares from some onlookers.
"Private joke," Marilyn said, satisfying most of their
curiosities.
They smiled at each other, secure in the knowledge that no
one would ever know what had passed between them. Yet, as they
went back to their reading, one thought seemed to echo in each of
their thoughts.
Despite what they had said to each other about their little
venture into the world of Sapphic lust. About it being a one-time
experiment, both young women knew that it was going to be
impossible to put the genie back in the bottle. The question in
each of their minds centered instead on which of them would be
the first to act on that conclusion. As they looked deep into each
other's eyes, it was a question that might not be long in the
answering.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2001
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