Behind The Curtain
by Ann Douglas
“You wanted to see me, Shelby?” Annette Delany asked as
she knocked on the opened door of the office and stuck her head
inside. “Sally’s not at her desk and .....”
“Come on in and have a seat, Annette.” he replied with a
quick wave of his hand as he continued his phone conversation. “I’ll
be with you in a few minutes.”
The 22 year old brunette stepped into the large office and
sat down in one of the two chairs in front of Shelby’s large oak
desk. Carefully she adjusted the conservative blue and white
business suit she wore. She really would’ve preferred to have
waited in the outer office while her boss finished up his business
call but with his secretary at lunch she had no choice but to
announce herself.
Shelby Thomas was 44 and quite a good looking man. He had
brown hair and beard, which coupled with the glasses he wore
always made Annette, think of one of her college professors. Still
trim unlike most men his age, he was just beginning to fall victim to
the effects of a lack of exercise. It was the price of success --
too many hours spent behind the desk.
The young woman really didn’t know him too well. Aside from
her original interview and office gatherings, she had few personal
dealings with him other than staff meetings in her short time at
the firm.
Not wanting to stare, Annette instead looked out the
window, fixing her gaze on a ferry boat in the distant harbor. The
view from Shelby’s office was certainly much better than hers, not
that she ever thought of her cubicle as an office. One of the
perks of success she reminded herself. After all, this was her
first job since graduating college and she really hadn’t expected to
start at the top. At least not in the first ten months at Moore and
Stanley she reminded herself.
“...and I look forward to seeing you next week.” she heard
Shelby say to his associate on the phone as he brought his
conversation to a close.
Shelby took a few moments after he hung up the phone to
jot down a few notes on a pad before looking up and giving Annette
his full attention.
“I guess you’re wondering what was so important that it
couldn’t wait until after lunch.” he said as he dropped his pen back
into the holder on the edge of his desk.
Truthfully, Annette had a really bad feeling when Sally had
called her an hour ago and said that Shelby wanted to see her at
noon. One of her best friends had just been fired from her job a
month before and her boss had done it during the lunch hour as to
have as few people around while she cleaned out her desk as
possible. She didn’t think Shelby was that kind of boss but didn’t
many of these middle management types go to the same schools.
She’d wracked her brain to come up with any major error
she had made and came up empty. In fact, she thought she was
doing a really great job, a lot better than her predecessor had --
and his performance had earned him a promotion.
“I’ve been going over your handling of the Peterson Foods
account.” Shelby said without any preamble as he removed a large
folder from his file cabinet. “In fact, Gustav Czerny, the general
manager of Peterson called me this morning to comment on it as
well.”
“Oh shit.” thought Annette, “They’re not happy with the
changes I made. I knew I should’ve played it safe and just follow
Carson’s previous recommendations.”
“Needless to say, Mr. Czerny was quite surprised at what he
considered such a radical change in the way we handle his account.”
“I’m going to be fired!” the brunette said to herself she
squeezed her hands together below Shelby’s line of sight.
“He also remarked that if he’d ever come across such
malfeasance in his own organization, he’d have been inclined to
immediately fire the individual responsible. After taking a more
detailed look at these accounts, I had to tell him that I agreed.”
“Malfeasance?” Annette mentally repeated to herself, how
could they even accuse her of such a thing. “All she did was
correct what she had thought were sloppy errors and poor
practices.”
“Needless to say, Jim Carson no longer works for this
company.” she heard Shelby say.
“What?..” Annette said, confused.”
“And if it wasn’t for the bad publicity that would come out
of it and the fact that I think it was more incompetence than
malfeasance since he doesn’t seemed to have profited from the
errors, I might’ve even considered criminal charges against him.”
“You fired Carson?” Annette repeated.
“I had to.” he replied. “This company can’t afford to lose
clients because of shoddy work. The only reason we haven’t lost
the Peterson account is that Czerny is willing to overlook Carson’s
poor management if we guarantee a better handling of their
affairs in the future. That plus a certain financial adjustment that
I’m sure you’ll have plenty of time to read up on later. ”
Shelby paused a few moments while he dropped the file back
into his cabinet. Then with a much wider smile on his face he
stated again.
“I know you haven’t been with us very long, Annette.” he
began. “but if you continue to deliver work like this I see a real
future for you with our company. The most immediate aspect of
my appreciation for your work will be seen in your check next week.
It’s a small increase but one which I’m sure will be repeated on a
much larger scale before long.”
“Thank you.” Annette said both in relief and appreciation.
“I wish it could’ve been more.” he said. “But as it is all I
really did was move up the raise you would’ve been getting by a few
months. At you’re level there are limits to what I can do in
regards to salary.”
“It’s more than enough.” Annette said. “It’s enough to know
that someone notices the work you put in.”
“But as far as other areas, I do have a bit more leeway.”
Shelby noted. “I want you to take the rest of the day off.”
“You really don’t have to...” Annette started to say.
“....In fact.” Shelby cut her off. “I don’t expect to see you
in this office again until Monday morning.”
“But it’s only Wednesday...” Annette noted.
“I’m well aware of that.” he responded. “And Monday is
Monday, ... I’m well aware that you’ve acquired the habit of coming
in on weekends to catch up on some work. That’s commendable but
not this weekend. ”
Annette didn’t know what to say, except thank you one again.
“Now get out of here.” Shelby said in a mock gruff voice.
“Some of us have work to do!”
Annette rose to her feet and started for the door. She was
half way there when Shelby said in a much quieter tone.
“Enjoy the weekend.” he said as he looked up from his desk
and admired the feminine form that even her austere attire
couldn’t conceal.
“If I was only twenty years younger and not her boss.” he
thought before he caught himself. -- “Hell, forget the twenty
years.” he concluded as he decided to allow himself this small
indulgence. “If only I wasn’t her boss.”
Back at her cubicle, Annette took a half hour to finish up
what she had been working on. It wasn’t that important, but it
would’ve been on her mind all weekend if she hadn’t. By the time
she shut down the computer on her desk, most of the other
associates were returning from lunch.
Annette looked up from her desk to see a tall olive skinned
blonde standing over her. Yvonne’s hair color was a recent change,
prior to that she’d been a brunette just like Annette. She had to
give her friend credit -- she wouldn’t have had the nerve.
Yvonne was two years older than Annette and had been at
the firm that much longer. She also had been hired right out of
college. That was were the comparison had ended. Whereas
Annette was always trying to blend in and let her work speak for
her, her friend was always trying to be a center of attention. Like
right now, she wore a blue skirt that most people would’ve
considered too short for an office. A pristine white blouse that
strained against an impressive bosom topped it.
“So what did old man Shelby want.” Yvonne asked.
“You really shouldn’t call him that.” Annette said. “He’s
really not that old.”
“If he’s over 30, he’s old!” Yvonne replied. “So what
happened?”
Annette quickly told the story.
“So they fired Jim Carson, huh.” the blonde noted. “Couldn’t
have happened to a nicer prick.”
“That’s not very nice.” Annette said, trying to show some
sympathy for the man.
“But true.” she said. “I went out with him for drinks one
Friday night after work with some of the other associates. We
wound up being the last two at the bar and he started giving me all
that crap about how his wife didn’t understand him. All the while
he was staring down my blouse to get a good look at my tits. Not
that they don’t deserve a good look. Then he got all pissed off
when I wouldn’t give him a blow job to help ease all his pain.”
“I guess he was a prick then.” Annette agreed.
“I think if it wasn’t for the fact that he was afraid of your
boyfriend here,” Yvonne said as she rested her hand on the small
photograph on Annette’s desk. “he’d have been trying to get into
your panties too.”
“There was very little chance of that.” Annette smiled. “In
fact none at all.”
“Oh I know that.” Yvonne laughed. “I know you have better
taste than that.”
Annette smiled a grin that held a secret that Yvonne never
would’ve guessed.
“Speaking of good taste.” Yvonne went on as she picked up
the photograph. “I don’t know how you do it?”
“Do what?” Annette said as she picked up the last of her
stuff to leave.
“Stay celibate while lover-boy here is off playing soldier.”
she replied.
The first picture in the double frame was indeed a soldier --
specifically a U.S. Marine. Close-cropped black hair framed a
ruggedly handsome and deeply tanned face. The dress uniform he
wore concealed an equally rugged and handsome body. The other
photo had been taken a few months ago at the office Christmas
party when he had been home on leave and came to the celebration
with Annette -- much to the envy of half the offices female
population.
“Well, I do keep busy.” Annette quipped. “And Danny does
write every week.”
“Girl, a letter isn’t going to keep you warm at night.” Yvonne
said as she replaced the photos. “I would think you were at least
burning out the batteries when you read them.”
“That, I’m not going to comment on.” Annette laughed.
“I know if he was my guy, I’d have taken him to bed and
fucked him till he couldn’t walk. That’d be the end of that soldier
crap.”
“He’s a Marine, not a soldier.” Annette corrected. “They’re
a little particular about that point.”
“Whatever...” Yvonne said. “The point is that he’s half way
around the world in Korea. You don’t really think that he’s
suffering from a terminal case of blue balls do you. Or that he’s
faithfully jerking off every night into a tissue while thinking of
you. My brother was in Korea while in the Air Force, there are
plenty of “mama-sans” to take care of a lonely soldier .. OK
Marine.. far way from home.”
“We have an understanding. I told you that.” Annette
concluded as she noticed that more people were back at their
desks and she no longer wanted to continue this conversation.
“If you’d take my advice.” Yvonne said, having to get in the
last word. “You’d go out and have some fun over your days off. Go
find yourself someone nice and more importantly ... available. It
wouldn’t hurt you to get laid more than once or twice a year.”
As she watched Yvonne head back to her own desk, her ass
swaying much to the delight of her male co-workers, Annette’s
face again filled with that ‘I’ve got a secret smile.’
“I wonder what you would think?” she thought as her eyes
followed Yvonne down the aisle. “If you knew that if I woke up
with a warm body next to me tomorrow morning, I rather it be
yours than Danny’s.”
Annette let the thought of Yvonne’s naked body pressed
next to hers rest in her mind for a few more moments, enjoying
the imagery. She knew that the tall blonde was somewhat of a
sexual adventurer -- if all of the stories she had shared where to
be believed. Maybe someday the younger woman would have to
nerve to see how much of an adventurer she really was.
With that she grabbed her purse and was gone as well.
An hour later after a not so quick subway ride , Annette was
home at the Soho apartment she shared with a roommate. It was
only three in the afternoon and Michelle wouldn’t be home until six.
Then she would be gone by seven, off to her part time night job.
If nothing else, Annette would have the apartment to herself
tonight. But to do what?
One of the reasons Annette had been spending so many
hours at work lately was that she had broken up with her last
steady lover four months ago. Not that it had been much of a
relationship, but still it had been something. In fact, the
relationship had set a new record for longevity -- three months.
In the end it had come down to one big incompatibility.
Vanessa was out of the closet, living her life openly as a lesbian.
Annette, on the other hand, still lived a life of secrets -- hiding
behind a false identity as it were. She had told Vanessa that it
was because of her job that she couldn’t come out.
It was one thing, she repeatedly had said, to be an open
lesbian when you worked in the entertainment industry as Vanessa
did. It was another when you worked for an old-fashion,
establishment banking firm; and you had only been there less than
a year. Maybe when she was more established things would change.
She didn’t want to have to start looking for a new job in a small
tight knit community carrying the label that she was ‘that dyke
bitch that Moore and Stanley fired’. Oh they couldn’t fire her for
that of course, not in this age of political awareness. But they
could make you miserable enough that you eventually gave them a
reason to fire you.
To all of this line of reasoning, Vanessa had simply replied
that it was so much bullshit. All Annette lacked was the guts to
stand up and be counted for what she was. Deep down, Annette
had to admit to herself that Vanessa had been at least partly
right.
So for what ever reasons she used to justify it, Annette had
created a false identity to carry around like so much excess
baggage. Right down to a conveniently absent boyfriend who took
care of any questions as to why she didn’t date any of the guys she
met.
Technically, Danny Ryan was both a boy and a friend -- one
of the best friends she’d ever had. He just wasn’t the boyfriend
most people took him for. Their friendship went back to grammar
school and was based on a lot firmer foundation than sex. Not
that sex didn’t enter into in, at least on one occasion.
Like thousands of other girls, Annette had lost her virginity
on prom night. Like so many of her contemporaries, she had found
it a somewhat disappointing experience. Taking the adage that you
can’t make a judgment based on only one taste, she’d gone to bed
with another young man with equally discouraging results.
Finally, she concluded that perhaps it was the emotional
aspect that was missing. With that in mind she’d taken her best
friend in all the world to her bed. It had, she was quite willing to
admit, clearly been the most physically satisfying of the three
encounters, resulting in her first orgasm during sex. Yet as
physically fun as it had been, it had also been as hollow as all the
previous attempts.
Six months later, after a few beers in her for courage,
Annette had given in to a yearning that she had kept secret since
she’d first became aware of it shortly after her 16th birthday.
The next morning when she’d woken up in the bed of another
woman, she’d found what she’d been searching for. Strangely
enough, the song on the clock radio that woke her up that morning
had been ‘Looking for love in all the wrong places’. Quite
appropriate she later thought.
Despite a few affairs she had during her remaining years in
college, Annette never found the courage to ‘stand up and be
counted’ as Vanessa always called it. In fact, except for the other
women involved, the only person she told was Danny. It was a
testament to their friendship that he’d told her that no matter
what, he’d always be her friend. The idea that she could use him as
an absentee boyfriend had been his.
So here she was, a four day weekend in front of her and
absolutely nothing to do. Perhaps she should take Yvonne’s advice
and go out and find someone. Maybe not the someone that Yvonne
intended but someone nevertheless. The more she thought about
it, the more it seemed a good idea.
“Maybe I do just need to get laid.” she said out loud,
laughing that she was starting to sound like Yvonne.
Annette spent a few hours running errands in the
neighborhood before again returning to the apartment to make
dinner for Michelle and herself. Sure enough, just as the clock was
striking six, Michelle came prancing through the door.
“Honey, I’m home!” she announced as she dropped her
knapsack onto the couch.
Her announcement was a little joke that both she and
Annette shared. Though both were lesbians, they didn’t have a
sexual relationships. It just worked out better for both of them
to have a roommate that they didn’t have any secrets from.
Annette had a ‘straight’ roommate back in college, one of her best
friends as a matter of fact and it caused all sort of problems.
She’d lost track of all the times Karen Robinson had tried to fix
her up. It had also precluded her bringing home any of her dates.
One thing both she and Michelle had in common was that they both
were at a point in their lives that they weren’t looking for a long
term relationship anyway. Both were too young to settle down and
it was a big world out there. They once discussed sharing each
other’s bed for a night, just to see what it might be like. But after
a little heavy petting on the couch, they decided that each of them
would rather have the other as a friend. If they were lovers it
would only complicate their extracurricular activities.
“Welcome home, Dear.” Annette said as she walked out of
the small kitchen, dinner in hand. “And how was your day?”
“Oh, just about the same.” Michelle said as she took a sniff
of the pleasing aroma of the dishes Annette was carrying. “Hmm,
that smells wonderful. Some special occasion?”
Annette quickly gave an abbreviated version of her own day
as they sat down at the table in the common room. Michelle said
she was happy for her friend.
“So what are you planning to do with your sudden vacation?”
Michelle asked as she finished off the last of her meal.
“Well the idea of hopping on a plane and shooting off to Los
Angeles suggested itself. But then reality set in and put a kibosh
on that idea. I guess maybe I’ll just go out tonight.” Annette said
as she sipped at her drink. “See what happens.”
“Great.” Michelle beamed. “Where are you planning to go?”
“I thought maybe I’d go up to Scarlett’s Rose.” Annette
answered.
“It’s too bad I have to work. I haven’t been there in weeks.
I’d love to go with you.” Michelle said as she pulled off her blouse
to put on the uniform she wore at the local restaurant where she
worked nights.
“You could always call in sick.” Annette suggested as she
look a longing look at Michelle’s bra-enclosed mounds. There were
times she regretted their decision not to be lovers.
“I’d love to, but if you want to see my half of next month’s
rent, I really need this job.” the long haired blond said as she
buttoned her blouse.
“Maybe next time then.” Annette said as she carried the
now empty and dirty dishes into the small kitchen.
“Well I’d better run.” Michelle said as she picked up her
knapsack.
“You be careful.” Annette said as she came back into the
room. “May sure you take a cab home, no more walking home in the
middle of the night. If you need it, I’ll pay for it.”
“Yes mother.” Michelle chuckled. “I’ve saved up my
allowance and I will be careful.”
Annette just gave her a disapproving look. Despite being
almost a year younger than Michelle, Annette did sometimes feel
like her mother.
“Now give me a kiss and I’ll be on my way.” Michelle said as
she pressed her lips against Annette’s.
The kiss was brief, almost platonic, just as Annette had
expected. The second kiss wasn’t and took her by surprise. Her
eyes opened wide as she felt Michelle’s tongue side between her
lips.
“That’s just to warm you up.” Michelle said as she
disappeared out the door. “Now go out and have some fun. And if
you bring anyone home, be sure to leave the table lamp in the hall
on so I don’t walk in on the two of you. It’s been so long you
probably forgot about that.”
“I haven’t forgotten.” Annette said quietly as she closed the
door behind Michelle and locked it.
Cleaning up after dinner only took a few minutes and Annette
decided to take a shower before going out. Feeling the need for
something special to wear when she was done, she began going
through her lingerie draw.
She quickly found what she was looking for -- a pair of sheer
black lace panties and a matching bra. They were still in the
original wrappings. She had bought them to wear for Vanessa but
never got the chance.
Underneath the plastic package was another plastic bag
containing a bright red kerchief. Annette took out the scarf and
lifted it to her face. Sealed in the zip lock bag, it still held a trace
of perfume.
“Vanessa.” she said out loud as the fragrant aroma filled her
nostrils.
Visions of the last time Vanessa and her had made love filled
her head. It was as clear as if it had been last night.
“Come on baby,” Vanessa said as she rubbed her bare, dark
breasts against the back of the light skinned girl beneath her.
“When are you going to take me home to meet your Mom and Dad?”
“We’ve been through this all before.” the scantily clad
Annette replied. “It’s not that simple.”
“Oh don’t tell me that.” Vanessa argued. “You just take me
home and say, “Hi Mom and Dad, I’d like you to meet my lover.”
“After which I’d be calling 911 for the heart attack my
mother would then be having.” Annette said as she rolled out and
from under the larger girl.
“Maybe you’re just underestimating their tolerance?”
Vanessa said as she sat up and ran her hand through her long
shoulder length black hair. “Besides, since I’m a Nurse, I can
always administer CPR.”
“I don’t think so.” the brunette said as she reached for the
lamp on the night table.
In truth, she wasn’t sure which would be the greater shock
to her parents. That her current lover was a woman ... or that she
was as black as the night.
“Leave the light on.” Vanessa said as her hand closed on
Annette’s. “I want to watch you make love.”
“All right.” the younger girl replied. “If it makes you happy.”
Annette leaned forward and kissed Vanessa, anxious to put
the subject of her ‘coming out’ behind them. She cared more for
her lover than she liked to admit. She knew she wasn’t ready for a
monogamous relationship and Vanessa hadn’t asked for one. But
she knew she would miss her if she left.
A sudden rush of excitement filled Annette as she cupped
both of Vanessa’s large breasts. The young woman knew that in
the eyes of some of her more feminist and politically correct
friends, her passion for women who had large breasts was
somewhat improper. Her attitude to them was ‘screw them’, it
wasn’t any of their business who she took to bed. It was a pity she
didn’t have that strength of will when dealing with her parents and
her straight friends.
Her finger played with Vanessa’s erect nipples, enjoying
their hardness. One at a time she lifted the heavy orbs to her
mouth and sucked on them.
“Oh I love it so much when you do that.” Vanessa purred,
replacing Annette’s hands with her own.
Vanessa’s nipples, like her breasts as a whole, were nearly
twice the size of Annette’s. The brunette so loved the feel of
them in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the stubs, covering
them with her wetness. Then she would slide them into her mouth
once more. Each time was like the first, exciting and intoxicating.
"You are magical, Vanessa," Annette said in a sweet, sexy
voice as she squeezed the dark breast.
"Magical?"
"Yes, magical. I've never wanted to make love to someone as
much as I want to you right now."
Vanessa lifted Annette’s face away from her breasts and
once more kissed her softy on the lips. Then the kiss became
harder and more passionate. Annette put her arms tight around
Vanessa's body as the two opened their mouths and let their
tongues run from mouth to mouth. Back and forth in feverish and
anxious lesbian desire.
Annette felt Vanessa's magic move into her body. She gave
up her body to her lover, offering it as a sacrifice to lust. She
wanted only to please Vanessa and in turn to be pleased by her.
She hoped that if she could only make this moment last forever, all
of their differences would disappear.
Vanessa took her lips from the younger woman’s mouth and
kissed her soft skin, licking her face with her tongue.
"Oh, Vanessa," Annette moaned.
Annette was wearing a light nightgown that hung from her
body by a pair of shoulder straps made of light, flimsy material.
Vanessa brushed those straps from her shoulders and let the
nightgown move down Annette's soft, young skin. Her firm,
rounded breasts with the pink nipples were soon exposed to the
black girl's passionate eyes.
Annette's mounds were small but just as full and sweet as
Vanessa’s. Vanessa ran her lips down them slowly, letting her love
wait a bit before she got to the little pink nipples that were
already beginning to turn bumpy and hard with excitement.
Finally, Vanessa kissed one of those nipples. Annette sighed
and lifted it up with her hands so that the black woman could more
easily suck on the pinkness that was there, waiting for her lips.
Vanessa stuck out her tongue and ran it around the pinkness
of the nipple. Then she put her lips on that pink circle and closed
them tightly around the good spot and began to suck with ecstasy
and excitement.
Vanessa had made love to many women before, but had never
made love to a girl who seemed to want it as badly as Annette did.
Vanessa sensed as she sucked the nipple that Annette was trying
to turn this little late evening love feast into something special --
something that she could forever cherish. If so, Vanessa was more
than happy to help.
Gently, Annette pushed Vanessa back and the black woman
let the nipple escape from her lips as she moved back. Annette put
her hands on Vanessa's shoulders and brought the sexy, black
woman forward for one more kiss.
This kiss wasn't soft. It was hard and filled with passion --
passion that came from both mouths, from both souls. As they
kissed, Vanessa cupped Annette's bare breasts in her hands and
felt them as they heaved with her lust.
Now it was Annette's turn to return to those black
fountains of delight. Before becoming Vanessa’s lover, Annette
had never really been attracted to black women. Now she found
the deep darkness of her skin an aphrodisiac.
Annette took her time and waited for a few seconds before
she finally kissed one of the ebony nipples that stood there,
beckoning her like a searchlight in the fog. Now she ran her tongue
around the nipple and closed her lips around it, kissing it and
sucking on it with pleasure and desire.
And Vanessa was filled with pleasure too. As her younger
lover sucked on her nipple, she ran her hands through the girl's
long hair and moved them down Annette's bare back, letting her
fingers run lightly over the girl's tingling spine and feeling that
same tingle invade her own body.
Then it was Vanessa's turn to move away and stop the
sucking of her orbs. Annette gave into her willingly, knowing that
the pleasure had just begun.
Vanessa stood up beside the bed and moved her white
panties down her firm, black legs. Moving them slowly as to tease
her lover who she knew was so anxious to see her black bush.
But Annette was willing to wait, and in a few seconds saw
her mound, that beautiful tightly cropped hair, and that little slit
that was between Vanessa's legs. She licked her lips in
anticipation, bringing a smile once more to Vanessa. Annette
couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness of her cunt.
Vanessa sat naked on the bed and spoke softly but
cheerfully to her love.
"Now you." she said.
Annette jumped up and let the nightgown fall off her body
to the floor. Her legs were firm too, and tanned by the summer
sun. She was still wearing a pair of little, pink bunny panties that
came with the nightgown. She turned for a moment and wiggled
her ass at Vanessa. Vanessa giggled at the sight and Annette
looked over her bare shoulder and giggled too as she slipped the
panties down her legs. Her back was still turned to Vanessa and
the first thing that the black woman saw was the crack in her
little lover's ass. That round little ass looked so juicy, like freshly
baked bread.
Annette stepped out of the panties and threw them back
over her shoulder at Vanessa. The dark woman caught them and
held them to her nose, smelling the sweet cunt wetness that was
there, an aroma she knew so well.
Annette turned and spread her legs triumphantly, moving
her white, trembling hands down the length of her sexy body. She
moved two fingers into the folds of her cunt and moaned as she
felt the heavy wetness there.
Vanessa watched her lover and as she watched leaned back
on the bed and spread her own black legs, moving her own red
tipped fingers into her dark hole. Matching Annette's motions, she
soon matched her moans.
They went on for a few moments, both happy with their own
masturbatory revels to passion. Both grew even more excited
because they knew that they were together in this lust, this
finger-fucking fun.
Then, cued as if by some unseen director, both girls pulled
their fingers from their now soaking cunts. They looked at each
other and grinned. Annette stepped forward, moving toward the
bed and the lover she had wanted for so long. Vanessa kept her
legs spread, welcoming the white girl into her body.
Annette put her arms out in front of her and fell into the
bed, catching herself on her hands and hanging there over
Vanessa's black and sexy body. Annette's tits hung down low and
rubbed against Vanessa's darker breasts. Vanessa cupped those
tits in her hands and pushed them up so she could bury her face in
the softness that was Annette's full breasts.
Then the white girl eased herself onto the black woman's
body and Vanessa lifted her legs high, keeping them open. She
wrapped her legs around Annette's back and held the girl firmly in
her grasp. The two women started to hump each other, to feel
their clits hardening and battling each other in a pleasurable way.
As they moved together, Annette lay her head next to Vanessa's
and her hair fell across the black woman's face. Vanessa smelled
that hair and loved it, it was fresh like the morning.
They started to sweat as they hunched each other so
furiously and they started to moan too, feeling their pussies get
wetter and wetter with the fever of the moment. They were both
flooded with the fires of lesbian desire. Annette put her arms
around her lover's neck and kissed the side of Vanessa's face,
blowing in her ear. She ran her tongue into that ear, letting it
follow the little swirls there.
Then with Annette tight between her legs, Vanessa began to
turn her body, moving slowly until she was on top. When she was,
she loosened her hold on Annette's waist and the smaller girl lifted
her legs and put them around Vanessa's firm body. The humping
then continued with the sound of wet cunts beating each other
with joy, and the sounds of moaning and pleasant whimpering.
The two women moved with each other, playing with each
other's bodies, running their hands over black and white skin.
Vanessa linked her passion with the sight of Annette's sweating
body that was churning under hers with so much anxious love.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, they broke apart and
Vanessa rolled off Annette's heaving body. They moved on the
bed, to the center and lay next to each other, kissing and touching
each other's bodies.
It was Vanessa who had the next lusty thought. She
started to work her way down Annette's body, kissing it and licking
the perspiration that was there, knowing that it was her
perspiration too as their bodies had become one. She sucked on
the small pink nipples for a few seconds, then she licked and kissed
her way across her stomach.
Her ebony lover paused again to run her tongue into
Annette's little navel, she put her finger in another special place,
moving it easily into Annette's cunt.
Vanessa worked the finger deeply unto the soft pink pussy,
moving the finger around and around. Feeling both Annette's
dampness and her heat, Vanessa began to move it quickly, like a
cock, fucking Annette in a wonderful way. Then Vanessa took her
tongue from Annette's navel and ran it through the light hair
above the girl’s pussy, licking that hair and blowing on it. Making it
damp and cool, even though the girl's pussy was hot and ready to
explode with passion.
When Vanessa was ready, she moved quickly on the bed,
putting her face between Annette's legs as she stretched those
legs out and held them out with her hands. Then she moved her
nimble tongue across the folds of her pussy. She felt Annette
shiver with delight and lust.
"Yes, Vanessa, eat me," Annette moaned. "Lick my pussy."
Annette reached down with her own hands and spread the
pussy lips apart. Without hesitation, Vanessa dived in. She lapped
at the young and sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply
into Annette. Then she brought the tongue up and hit the clit,
causing sparks to fly through Annette's shaking body.
Vanessa ran her tongue against Annette's clit, striking it
with a feverish feeling that made Annette feverish too. Feverish
with desire for more from this woman's tongue. And Vanessa was
willing to give more, for she knew that Annette would soon be
between her own legs, returning the favor with her own soft
tongue.
Vanessa took the hardening clit between her lips and sucked
on it. She sucked and chewed and bit on the piece of flesh and felt
Annette's body respond to each touch. She knew she was driving
her lover insane with orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied
Annette as she sucked. Annette was feeling her own breasts as
she moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the bed.
Then in a burst of fire, Annette came with sighs and squeals.
As she came Annette took her hands off her tits and put them on
the back of Vanessa's head, pressing her head deep into her pussy,
telling her dark skinned lover not to stop until she had come with
all her fury.
And then it was over. Annette relaxed and lay on the bed in
a twilight state of dreamy fulfillment. Vanessa lifted her lips from
the clit and licked her lips, savoring one last time the sweetness of
her new lover.
She smiled up at her lover. Annette opened up her eyes and
smiled down at Vanessa.
"Now you," she said in a whisper of love. "Now I want to eat
you."
"Yes...." Vanessa purred. "I want you to do that"
Vanessa crawled back up the bed like a lithe panther. Lying
beside her young lover, she took Annette in her arms and kissed
her again. Their mouths opened and their tongues ran together.
Annette could taste the sweetness of her own nectar within her
lover's mouth. For long minutes they kissed lazily, savoring each
other.
Vanessa knew that the lust would grow into fire again when
Annette began to eat her pussy. And Annette couldn't wait.
Annette kissed her ebony love one last time before starting
her journey down towards Vanessa's chocolate valley.
"I love you...." Annette said as she paused on her downward
journey. "I just want you to know that. I don't know how I can
ever repay what you've given me."
"There's an easy way you can thank me." Vanessa replied.
Annette looked puzzled for a moment.
The older woman spread her legs wide and pointed to her
open pussy and giggled.
Annette had to giggle too. She had almost forgotten.
"I will thank you in that special way," She assured Vanessa, "
and I will make it very special for you"
"I'm sure you will."
Then Annette began to move down Vanessa's hard, dark
body, kissing and licking her breasts, smelling the oily freshness of
her skin. Following Vanessa's example she tongued out the little
black navel. She moved her finger into Vanessa's other hole that
was so sweet, so wet and so inviting.
The aroma of sex and the taste of fulfillment almost made
her pass out with joy. Annette spread the dark lips apart and
moved her tongue into the deep cavern. The warmth of her mouth
filled its hollow.
She heard Vanessa moan and felt fingers running through
her long hair. She was in heaven. No matter what came in the
future, this would always be a moment she would look back upon
with delight.
Two days later they’d had their final fight and she was gone
from Annette’s life.
“Can’t live in the past.” Annette thought as she dropped the
scarf back into its bag. “As much as I’d sometimes like to.”
Without hesitation, she dropped the bag into the
wastepaper basket near the dresser. A common friend had told
her that Vanessa already had a new lover -- one who was much
more open about her sexual identity. If nothing else, she missed
the hot nights the two of them shared.
Stepping into the bathroom, Annette was about to start the
water running for her shower and then paused. It was only
seven-thirty, much too early to rush out the door. A bath would
feel better than a shower. She had plenty of time, after all,
Scarlett’s didn’t even open until nine.
Annette eased herself into the old fashion tub that was one
of the things she loved about this old apartment. The heat of the
water felt good as it penetrated her body. The tub was wide and
long enough that she could stretch her whole body out.
After a few minutes of just soaking, Annette began to wash
with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good as it
splashed across Annette's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers
across her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As always, it felt
good.
Annette slid the bar of soap down between her legs and
began rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float free,
she slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan as she did.
A second finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was furiously
pumping them in and out. While the warm water and her fingers
caressed her love canal, her thumb played against her clit.
The 22 year old leaned and closed her eyes, letting herself
drift in her thoughts. It wasn't long before Annette's body began
to tremble with the approach of an orgasm. Her mouth formed a
silent O as her legs and arms grew weak and repeated waves of
delight rippled up and down her naked form.
For long moments she just drifted there, even after her
bodyquake had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds of her
heartbeat and the gentle flow of the water as it bounced off her.
Those first moments after an orgasm were meant to be relished.
Eventually, the water began to cool and Annette lifted
herself out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of
the old tub and onto the tiled floor. She retrieved a large bath
towel from hook on the door and began to dry herself.
Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her nipples.
Annette stopped for a moment and took a long look at herself in
the bathroom's full length mirror and took stock.
At 22, she was just entering her best years and she was
determined not to waste them. Her breasts were a firm 36C,
topped with bright pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and lean,
the result of a constant attention to her diet and exercise. 5’7”
and 130 lbs, her long dark hair reached just below her shoulders.
She ran her hands down across her naked body, enjoying the touch
of her own hand. As her fingers brushed against her tightly
trimmed bush, she gently slipped a single finger within herself,
enjoying the memory of only a few minutes before.
“Ooooo.” she murmured to herself. “I do need to get laid.”
After she finished drying herself off, The brunette open
the sealed bag and dressed herself in the panties and bra.
Admiring herself in the mirror, she smiled at the reflection.
“It was your loss, Vanessa.” she laughed.
Annette took another ten minutes sorting through her
closet, trying to find exactly the right look to go with her mood.
Finally, after trying on three other outfits, she was satisfied with
the look of the woman who smiled back at her in the full sized
mirror.
The outfit was simple but it made a statement. Slightly
faded but comfortable jeans and a wide black leather belt, both
topped by a form fitting black T-shirt. The flimsy bra she wore
was almost invisible underneath it. She wore only the slightest
trace of make-up, preferring to go with the natural look. The only
jewelry she added was a pair of small silver hoop earrings and a
matching silver bracelet on her right hand. A pair of equally
comfortable but ridiculously expensive sneakers covered her feet.
Finally, the last item of her ensemble was a black leather jacket
that had once belonged to her brother but had long since been
outgrown.
“Well I don’t know about anyone else.” she laughingly said to
her reflection. “But I’d sure as hell want to go to bed with you.”
Her little joke was abruptly cut off in mid-laugh as the
phone rang. She hesitated a moment, thinking she should let the
machine pick it up. Then she remembered that the tape had
broken and she was supposed to pick up a new one on the way home
tonight. In the excitement of getting off early she had forgotten
all about it.
“Hello.” she said as she picked up the receiver.
“Hi sweetheart.” replied a strong male voice.
“Dad..?” she answered, somewhat surprised to find his voice
on the other end of the line. “Is anything wrong?” she quickly
added.
“No honey, nothing’s wrong.” he said reassuringly. “Can’t I
call my favorite daughter just to say hi?”
“Of course you can.” Annette replied as she thought that
her older brother must’ve been out if Dad was calling her.
They had a few minutes of casual chatting, before her
father came to the point of his call.
“Your mother’s gone out with one of her girlfriends and I
was wondering if you’d like to come on over and watch a little TV
with your old Dad.”
“Gee Dad, normally I’d love to.” she said in her most dutiful
tone. “But I was just on my way out and ...”
“A date...?” John Delany interrupted.”
“Well not exactly.” Annette said. “But I’m sure there will
be a lot of interesting people there. You never know ...”
“Well in that case, let me let you go.” he said, his voice a
mixture of both hope and disappointment.
“Bye Dad, I’ll call you over the weekend.” she said before she
hung up the phone.
“One of these days I’m really going to have to tell them.”
Annette thought as she looked down at the phone. “Yeah, one of
these days...”
Scarlett’s Rose was located up on the upper east side.
Ironically enough, the cabaret was only five blocks away from the
apartment building where Annette had grown up and her parents
still lived. During the day, the nondescript front of the nightclub
attracted little attention. It was only after dark that the doors
opened and it resounded with the sounds of entertainment. By
that time, all of the other businesses on the block were long
closed.
Annette had been a frequent visitor over the last few
months. Ironically enough, it had been Vanessa who had told her
about the club. Actually, she had told her about the existence of
the New York club after she had mentioned that back in California,
where she had gone to college, she had found a really great place
to meet people or just hang out -- it was also called Scarlett’s
Rose.
After a little investigation, they’d learned that there were
over twenty other Scarlett’s spread over the United States and
Canada. She found that somewhat humorous, a franchise chain of
lesbian social clubs. Still, they had been the best nightspots she’d
ever been in.
A wide smile came to her lips as she remembered how she
and her college roommate Karen had stumbled onto the club one
night while they were looking for another club in the same area.
The place seemed pretty popular so they gave up their search and
decided to stop for a drink and check the place out. They had just
ordered drinks when Karen finally noticed that there wasn’t a guy
in the place. Even the four bartenders were women.
Annette had noticed that fact immediately but didn’t
mention it. She was curious to see Karen’s reaction. Curious and
maybe a little hopeful that she might be a little receptive to the
environment.
“Oh shit.” Karen whispered to Annette as she leaned close
to her ear. “This is a dyke bar. Look at all those lezzies on the
dance floor.”
A small look of disappointment had flashed across the
brunette’s face as she heard her friend use that derogatory term.
She’d lost track of the number of times she’d come home and
found the door locked because Karen was screwing the brains out
of some jock or another. It was no secret that she was heavily
into guys but until this moment, Annette had hoped that her
childhood friend might be open to other avenues as well.
“So what.” Annette replied in a neutral tone. “It might be
kind of interesting to hang around and take a look. Isn’t that what
college is supposed to be all about, opening your mind to new
experiences.”
“Not this experience.” Karen said quickly as she paid for her
drink and then began to step away from the bar, leaving the drink
untouched. She got a few steps, then realized that Annette was
still at the bar.
“You’re not thinking of staying here, are you?” she asked.
“No, I guess not.” Annette had said as she looked around at
all the women standing at the bar. “But I’ll definitely be back.” she
silently promised herself.
During the remainder of their senior year, Annette managed
to visited the club at least two or three times a month. Needless
to say, she never mentioned it to Karen.
If anything, the Scarlett’s Rose in New York was even bigger
and more opulent than the one Annette had visited while in school.
They were both decorated in a turn of the century motif but the
Manhattan club was almost twice the size. One common
denominator, aside from the name was a large oil painting hanging
in a place of honor.
The portrait was that of a young woman in her mid-twenties.
She had long flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist
that was the first thing you noticed. It framed a creamy white
complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. She
wore a gown that was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was
just as soft white as her face. On the bottom of the frame was a
small, highly polished plaque that read -- Scarlett McMurphy -
1949.
On her first visit here, Annette had asked about the
painting. One of the bartenders had told her that it was a portrait
of the woman that had originated the string of clubs for women.
Taking a longer look at her beautiful face, Annette regretted for a
moment that she hadn’t been born a half century earlier.
Ordering herself a drink, Annette sat at the bar and looked
around. There were only a few dozen patrons, the club had only
opened a half hour before. The dance floor and the second half of
the club wouldn’t even open for another hour. She didn’t see anyone
she knew, taking that as both a plus and a minus.
It was always hard meeting someone new. She always felt a
little awkward during those first chats as they sort of danced
around various subjects and felt each other out. Yet, there was
always the chance of running into someone who really hadn’t
worked out. That had happened to Annette a few times as well.
Octavia immediately came to mind.
She had met the 27 year old at the club’s Halloween party
last October. Annette had come as a female pirate, her
unrestrained breasts practically falling out of the loose blouse she
had worn. It had taken quite a lot of liquid courage and
encouragements from Michelle to get her to go out like that. One
look at Octavia had made her throw all caution to the wind.
She had long straight black hair that stretched down to her
waist, with pale white skin that made it even more vibrant. Bright
blue eyes and even brighter red lips completed the image. The
tight fitting dress she wore, barely containing two mammoth
globes, made her look like an erotic cross between Morticia
Addams and Elvira. It was lust at first sight and they had met the
dawn together. The attraction faded however when she met her
for lunch a few days later and found that Octavia dressed like that
all year round. All she ever wore was black. It was a little too
strange for Annette.
Then there had been Anna, a married woman she had met
one night. They’d had a brief encounter that only lasted a few
hours in a nearby hotel. Annette remembered she had the most
beautiful nipples and such caring brown eyes. Unfortunately she
had been in New York only for a few days on a trip and she had
never seen her again.
The image of Anna kneeing topless over her own naked form
suddenly vanished from Annette’s mind as her wandering gaze
abruptly stopped at a young woman sitting at a small table across
the room.
“Annette, this could be your lucky night.” she said to herself
as she picked up her drink and left the bar.
Carefully she navigated the room, which was already much
more crowded than when she had first arrived. She tried to keep
one eye on the woman’s table, to make sure that she really was
alone. In no time at all, she was standing beside it.
“Do you mind if I sit down?” she said, already moving into
the empty seat before the other woman could answer.
“I guess not.” she replied, slightly miffed at the fait
accompli.
“Annette Delany.” the brunette said with a smile.
“ Antoinette Martinez.” she replied without returning the
smile.
Antoinette was a tall Puerto Rican woman in her middle 30’s.
About 5’9”, she had a dark olive complexion and weighed about 150
lbs. Her frame carried the weight well, the type of woman you
usually described as full-bodied. Short curly black hair topped a
round pleasant face and thick bright red lips framed a warm smile
when she wanted it too.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Annette asked.
“I’m still working on this one.” the darker skinned woman
replied as she lifted her nearly full glass to illustrate.
“Oh.” Annette said discouraged as the meaning of her words
became apparent. “I guess this was a mistake.”
Antoinette finally smiled. An action that caused Annette
heart to slightly flutter.
“Another night it might not have been.” she said warmly. “I
think you’re pretty cute actually. But tonight I’m looking for
someone ... a little older.”
“Oh, I see.” the younger woman said, a little disappointed.
“Actually, I was a little surprised when you came over.”
Antoinette continued. “I figured you were looking for the same
thing. It is after all Wednesday night.”
Now Annette looked confused. She had never been to
Scarlett’s on a weeknight. Did Wednesday have any special
significance?
“I guess you weren’t aware that on Wednesday nights, the
crowd in here tends to be somewhat older than during the rest of
the week. Just like on Mondays it’s much more butch.”
“Is there any other night I should know about?” Annette
asked, feeling just a little bit embarrassed.
“Well, unless you get into a little bondage now and then, I’d
avoid Thursdays if I was you.” the older woman offered.
“Do you come here on Thursdays?” Annette found herself
asking.
“I have, when the mood strikes.” she grinned in reply.
“Well, this has definitely been very informative.” Annette
said as she got up to leave. “And I apologize for my error.”
“No apology needed.” Antoinette said, this time her smile
was genuine. “Like I said, another night and it might be a little
different. And by the way, my friends call me Toni.”
“Well it was nice meeting you Toni.” Annette smiled back as
she stepped away.
Taking a last look at the Hispanic woman’s 38 inch bust
straining against the simple denim shirt she was wearing, Annette
wondered what it might be like to stop by on a Thursday night and
meet Toni again.
Taking a seat again at the bar, Annette again surveyed the
women around her and this time noted that yes, they were an older
crowd. Funny that she hadn’t noticed that before. Not that she
had anything against older woman. While not her first preference,
she’d had a very brief fling with her history professor back in
college and she had been in her mid-fifties. Like many other things
during that time, it had been a very educational experience.
An hour went by and Annette had a few more drinks before
switching to mineral water. She knew her limits on alcohol. She’d
chatted with a few more woman but failed to make a connection
with any of them. She was just about resigned to calling the night
a failure and call for a cab when she heard a voice call her name.
“Annette, darling.” the high pitched voice practically
screamed, even though its owner was only a few feet away. “How
wonderful to run into you.”
“Oh shit.” Annette muttered under her breath. “This is got
to be the perfect end to a really fucked up evening.
Even so, she put on her best face as she turned around to
face the woman who had called her name. She was taller than
Annette, with longer jet black hair that ran just below her
shoulders. About ten years older, she was wearing a light yellow
jacket and black slacks. Visible beneath the jacket was a black
lace bra in lieu of a blouse. It was very similar to the one Annette
herself was wearing, the only difference being that it was several
sizes smaller.
“Hello Francine.” Annette said, wishing she had left ten
minutes ago.
Annette hid her discomfort as Francine made kissing noises
against each of her cheeks. Mentally she quickly rehearsed her
next lines, that she was happy to see her but that she had caught
her on the way out. Tomorrow was a work day after all and she had
to get in early for a meeting.
Francine never gave her a chance as she immediately began
chatting away at a mile a minute. All in that nasal tone that
Annette found so irritating. Well it was something she’d brought
upon herself, Annette told herself. She’d just have to bear it for a
little while.
Francine was a former hairdresser from Queens who now
worked as some sort of Nanny for some theater big shot. Annette
didn’t remember too much of the story she’d told her because the
younger woman was oh so very drunk at the time. It was the
weekend after she and Vanessa broke up. Michelle was out of town
and she had come up to Scarlett’s in search of some companionship.
A long time ago, long before she came to grips with her
sexuality, a friend of hers had told her a few rather crude lesbian
jokes. One of them had stuck in her mind and ever since that night
with Francine had become a watch-phrase she never forgot. That
joke had been a question - what was the lesbian mating call? The
answer had been -- “I’m so drunk!”.
Of course that would apply to anyone, straight or gay, but
there was no other explanation she could offer as to how she woke
up in Francine’s bed the next morning. Personality wise they were
poles apart. If had been her fault, not Francine’s. As such, she
couldn’t bring herself to just brush off her obvious attempts at a
second encounter. She could only hope she would tire of trying.
Looking over Francine’s shoulder, Annette spotted Toni
sitting at a table with an older redhead. She couldn’t see the
woman’s face clearly but she looked to be in her mid forties. Also
from what she could see of her outline to see that she was even
more endowed that the Hispanic woman.
“At least one of us is scoring tonight.” she mused as she
agreed with some nonsense that Francine had just said.
Her supposition of her new friends success was in error as a
few moments later she saw her get up and leave the table. Curious,
she watched the woman she’d left behind as she finished her drink.
Finally, she got up to leave and turned that for the first time,
Annette could see her face. When she did, she almost dropped her
own drink in shock.
“Omigod!” she blurted out, cutting off Francine in mid-word.
“What...?” a startled Francine said.
“I have to go.” Annette said as she dropped the half filled
glass on the bar, her words rapid in their delivery. “Give me a call
and we’ll get together.’’ she muttered to Francine.
Before the yellow and black clad woman could say that she
didn’t have Annette’s number, the brunette was already lost in the
crowd, making her way to the door in pursuit of the woman who had
just exited.
Annette burst out onto the street at a full run.
Unfortunately, the object of her chase hadn’t gone far. In fact,
she had only gone a few feet outside the door when she had
stopped to get something out of her purse. As a result, the
collision was inevitable.
“I’m so sorry.” Annette said almost automatically as she
lifted herself off the hard concrete ground. “I guess I should’ve
been more careful and look ...”
Annette stopped in mid-breath when she saw that the
woman she had so spectacularly crashed into had been the object
of her chase. At a distance of only a few feet, the face she had
thought she recognized from across the crowded room was
unmistakable. A lump filled her throat as she managed to barely
speak.
“Mrs. ....Mrs. Robinson.” she finally managed to finally say.
“Oh my.” Mrs. Robinson said, much more composed than
Annette had been. “Annette dear, how nice to see you again.
Although I’m sure each of us is a little surprised to see the other
here.”
“Surprised.” Annette mentally repeated. “Surprised doesn’t
even begin to cover it.”
If she had to pick the last five people she would’ve ever
expected to run into at a lesbian bar, Sharon Robinson would have
been the second or third name on the list. Her mother would’ve
occupied the first position of course.
In no particular order, Sharon Robinson was the mother of
her oldest friend, her own mother’s best friend, and the woman
who was more of an Aunt to her growing up than any of her mother
or father’s sisters.
“I guess we should have a little talk.” Sharon said as she
picked up the purse she had dropped when Annette ran into her.
“There’s a rather nice coffee shop about two blocks from here.
I’m sure it will be much quieter and private.”
Still unable to form coherent sentences, Annette merely
nodded her agreement. By the time they were sitting in an isolated
booth in the back of the coffee shop five minutes later, she had
again found her voice.
“I’ll just have coffee, black.” Sharon said to the pretty
blond-haired waitress who had walked back to get their order.
“Tea, milk and sugar.” Annette said a moment later.
Sharon waited a few moments until the waitress was out of
earshot and then broke the silence they had shared since their
collision in front of the club.
“I’m sure you must have a hundred questions.” she began.
“But let me talk for a few minutes and I’m sure that I can answer
most of them without much trouble.”
Annette’s silence signaled her assent.
“I guess the big question would be ... am I a lesbian?” the
redhead said. “The simple answer is ... yes I am. I have been all of
my life.”
That single admission sent Annette into a tailspin. Mrs.
Robinson had been both a wife and the mother of two. True the 44
year old had been a widow for almost fifteen years but to hear her
say that she’d been a lesbian for even longer than that was still a
shock.
“Seeing that you were also in the club, I take it that you are
at the very least either bi-curious or something more.” she
continued.
The expression on Annette’s face told her that the latter
was the case. In a calm tone she asked Annette a direct question.
“Lesbian?”
Annette nodded assent. Even that took a great deal of
effort.
“I thought that might be the case listening to your mother
talk about your lack of prospective suitors.” Sharon said. “You’re
much too pretty a girl not to have guys trailing after you.”
Mrs. Robinson’s mention of her mother brought another even
scarier question into Annette’s mind. She was afraid to even ask it
because it might bring an answer she couldn’t handle. It took all of
her courage to finally put it into words.
“I talked to Dad earlier and he said Mom had gone out with
one of her girlfriends and I was ....”
“And you were wondering if I was the girlfriend she had
gone out with?” Sharon finished the question.
The answer had to wait a few very long moments as the
waitress reappeared at their table with their order.
“You can put that idea out of your head.” she answered as
soon as the girl was gone. “I don’t know who your mother went out
with, but it wasn’t me. I love your mother dearly, but we’re just
friends and that’s all we’ve ever been. She doesn’t know about this
aspect of my life and frankly, it’s none of her business.”
Annette exhaled a deep breath or relief and then took a sip
of her tea.
“In the same vein, I guess I should ask about you and Karen.
You were after all roommates in college and such.” Mrs. Robinson
said.
“It’s the same situation.” Annette said, “Karen is most
definitely straight.”
Annette thought it diplomatic not to mention that her
daughter was so straight that she had screwed her way through
half the male population of their dorm. That wasn’t something any
mother wanted to hear, regardless of the situation.”
“I didn’t think so.” Sharon said. “Not that it would’ve
bothered me if the two of you had. It just would’ve surprised me,
that’s all. I’ve always suspected that Karen was somewhat
homophobic.”
Annette could’ve confirmed that suspicion but chose not to.
Instead she was more interested in hearing the rest of Sharon’s
story.
“Where was I, oh yes.” Sharon went on. “Like I said, I’ve
been interested in other women all of my life. I had my first
experience when I was 16. So I guess the question now on your
mind is how did I wind up married to Jack Robinson?”
The look of curiosity on Annette’s face said that was the
question on her mind.
“Well at 18, I was still unsure of the direction my life was
going to take. It was 1970 and despite all those stories you might
have heard about the swinging sixties, a lesbian lifestyle wasn’t
very socially acceptable. At least not in my household. I was
unable ... unwilling ... to make the choices that I would’ve had to
make to follow that road. To make my parents happy, I tried to
live a heterosexual lifestyle. I met Jack on my first job out of
high school and two months after that I was pregnant. My
knowledge of birth control left a lot to be desired.”
The image of Karen’s older brother Mike flashed through
Annette’s mind. He was the baby, Sharon was referring to.
“The idea of being an unwed mother didn’t appeal to me
either so Jack and I were married a month later. Seven months
after Mike was born, I was pregnant again, this time with Karen.
Jack was nothing if not persistent.”
The younger woman gently nodded her head. She could see
herself in Sharon’s place.
"By the third year of our marriage, long suppressed desires
could no longer be denied and I had my first affair. It lasted six
months until Jack came home unexpectedly from work. In
hindsight, I guess it was pretty stupid having my lover over to my
own home for a romp in the hay. But with two toddlers, I didn’t
have that many options.”
“Yet you stayed married?” Annette asked.
“That came as a surprise to me as well.” Sharon replied.
“Jack never said a word about it. He simply moved into the guest
bedroom and never touched me again. Later, when he became ill,
we made our peace with each other. I really cried when he died.”
Annette didn’t know what to say. Thankfully, Sharon didn’t
expect her to say anything.
“Can I get the two of you anything else?” the waitress asked
as she stepped back alongside the table.
“No thank you, ... Molly.” Sharon said as she read the girl’s
name off a small plastic tag on her blouse and gave her a warm
smile. “Just the check please.”
Returning Sharon’s smile, Molly ripped a small green check
from her pad and carefully placed it on the table in front of
Sharon. No sooner had she done so than the older woman dropped
three singles on top of it.
“You keep the rest.” she said as she did so.
“Thank you very much.” Molly beamed as she picked it all up.
The tip was actually more than the cost of the two coffees.
Annette couldn’t help but notice that Sharon’s eyes followed
the sway of the young blonde’s ass as she walked back up the aisle.
It was very apparent to someone that was used to doing the same
thing.
“When I was young and unmarried,” Sharon said as they got
up to leave. “I worked in a place a lot like this. Then, as now, the
pay really sucked. The only good thing I can say about the job was
that Jack worked around the corner from the diner and used to
come in almost every day for lunch. That was how we met.”
Once outside, Annette felt a little awkward again. She
wanted to talk to Sharon some more, ask more questions but also
didn’t want to intrude into her personal life. Thankfully, Sharon
asked her to walk her home.
“That’s if you weren’t planning to go back to the club of
course.” the older woman added.
“No, I wasn’t planning on going back there tonight.” Annette
replied automatically. “Maybe tomorrow night.” she added, again
without thinking.
“Bondage night?” Sharon asked inquisitively, her eyes
opening wide in curiosity.
“Oh is that what tomorrow night is?” Annette asked,
knowing that her ignorance was a lie. “A woman I met there tonight
mentioned that I might find Thursday nights interesting, that’s
all.”
“I see.” Sharon replied. “Well, I guess that some women do
find that sort of thing interesting, or so I’ve been told as well.”
Sharon’s answer made Annette wonder if her friend’s
mother was a frequent visitor on Thursday night as well.
“Well we’re here already.” Sharon said as they reached the
apartment house where Annette’s parents and Sharon both lived.
“So we are.” Annette agreed, a little disappointed that it
had been only three blocks away.
“It’s still early.” Sharon said. “Would you like to come up
for a drink.”
Annette thought about it for a moment. The chance that
she would run into her parents was rather slim. They lived on the
fourth floor and Sharon the twelfth. The only way their paths
could cross would be in the lobby and that was a remote possibility.
And if by some random chance, she did run into them, she could
always say she had decided to come by and surprise them and had
happened to run into Sharon outside. She was sure that if that
unlikely eventuality occurred, the redhead would understand.
Even so, Annette waited nervously for the elevator and
breathed a sign of relief as they stepped inside. Thankfully, they
were the only occupants. That relief faded as the car stopped on
the fourth floor and a young couple stepped in. The woman,
Annette immediately recognized as being one of her parent’s
neighbors. Her name was Adrianne.
“Oh shit,” Annette thought. “What if she turns around and
sees me? What if she mentions to Mom that she saw me here?”
By the time the elevator opened on the tenth floor, she
realized that she needn’t have worried. All the while, Adrianne’s
eyes never left those of her male companion. His name, Sharon
later mentioned, was Edmond and he lived in 10C. He and Adrianne
had recently begun seeing each other and were head over heels for
each other. Since Adrianne still lived with her parents, they
probably couldn’t wait to get up to the privacy of his apartment.
Moments later, the two women themselves exited onto
twelve and quickly headed to 12B. Still a little nervous, Annette
glanced right and left down the long hallway as Sharon undid the
locks.
“There, safe and sound.” Sharon laughed as they stepped
inside and she closed the door. “And away from prying eyes.” she
added in a even more humorous tone.
Annette felt a little silly about the whole thing now that
they were inside. After all, they weren’t doing anything wrong. It
wasn’t like they were walking around the building naked -- it only
had felt that way.
“I’m going to make myself a little more comfortable.”
Sharon said as she dropped her light jacket onto a chair. “You
know where the bar is, why don’t you make us those drinks.”
Without waiting for a response, she disappeared into the
bedroom.
Of course Annette knew where the bar was. She’d spent
almost as much time growing up in this apartment as her own. And
once they were in their teens, she and Karen had snuck drinks from
both their parent’s liquor cabinets.
Finishing the drinks, Annette picked up a large photo of
Karen that was sitting on top of the television. Next to it had
been an equally sized one of her brother, Mike. In many ways,
Karen was a younger version of her mother. The resemblance was
unmistakable. Funny that she had never really noticed it before.
In fact, when she compared Karen’s photo with the wedding picture
on the bookcase, they looked like they could be sisters. They were
both the same age in each picture, and both had a similar build.
That was one of the thinks Karen used to joke about, that her
mother’s one really great gift to her had been a big bust.
“Okay, I’m ready for that drink now.” Sharon said as she
exited the bedroom. “I really think they water them down at the
club, figuring that no one will ever notice.”
Annette almost dropped the drinks as she turned around and
look at Sharon. She expected her to come out in a house dress or
at the very least, a robe and slippers. Instead, the attractive
redhead was wearing a loose fitting light green teddy that did
little to conceal the mammoth mounds beneath it. The dark circles
around her nipples were very visible through the light material.
“I hope you aren’t shocked.” she said as she took her drink.
“But I think it’s rather silly to put on another change of street
clothes when I’m not going to go back out.”
“No, not at all.” Annette lied. “A lot of times I just watch
TV at night in my nightgown when it gets late.”
“Oh, I don’t wear this to bed.” Sharon mentioned casually as
she led Annette to the coach. “I normally sleep in the buff.”
With that, Annette took a rather large swallow of her
nightcap.
Alone with their privacy, Sharon asked a dozen questions
about Annette and her life. In turn, Annette asked even more
about Sharon’s. In many ways, she thought she was looking at
herself in twenty years time. As the two of them went on, the
questions were becoming both much more intimate and detailed.
“Have you ever had any fantasies about me?” Sharon asked
the younger woman in response to an admission that she’d had more
than a few fantasies involving her daughter Karen.
“Well, I can’t honestly say I’ve really thought about it
before.” Annette said. “I guess that before, I always had an
image of you that didn’t permit picturing you in any other context.”
“And now? ...” Sharon asked with a curious smile.
Annette hesitated a few long moments, thinking real hard
about her answer. A lot of her long held perceptions had suddenly
turned around a hundred and eighty degrees. She knew that
relationships that existed between adults and children changed
when those children became adults in their own right -- but never
would she have imaged this situation.
“Mrs. Robinson...” Annette said quietly. “I think you’re
trying to seduce me.”
Sharon laughed at hearing that. It was right out of an old
movie she had once seen. And like the woman in that movie, she
didn’t seem upset by the accusation.
“... And would that be such a bad thing?” she finally replied
after a few moments of silence.
Annette hesitated even longer before replying this time.
Was this wrong she asked herself. The woman sitting oh so very
close to her, producing such a strange reaction in her own body had
been like a second mother to her.
Then again, a second mother didn’t really count. The rules
that existed when you were 16 really didn’t apply when you where
22.
“No, I guess that it wouldn’t be.” she finally replied, her
face lighting up in the broadest of smiles.
Sharon reached over and took Annette’s drink from her hand
and put in down on the coffee table next to her own. Then she
leaned over and kissed the younger woman on her lips. It was a kiss
unlike the hundreds they’d shared over the years.
After a few very long seconds, Sharon broke the kiss and
moved her head back a little. She’d been pretty sure of what
Annette’s reaction would be but there was always the chance she
could’ve been wrong. It was funny in a way, because they were
both substitutes in a way for women they could never have.
Sharon, in place of her daughter whom Annette had lusted after
since her 16th birthday, and Annette, taking the place of her own
mother who had fueled Sharon’s Sapphic dreams twice as long.
“That was nice.” Annette said.
“Yes it was.” Sharon agreed. “Are you sure you’re
comfortable with this?”
In response, Annette leaned forward and initiated her own
kiss. This time the kiss was longer and even more pleasant.
The two woman traded kisses for a few minutes, their
tongues making the briefest of contacts. Sharon felt the soft
touch of the material of her teddy as Annette’s hand brushed
against her thinly covered breast. Her hand closed on the older
woman’s large globe, tickling the hard erect nipple as it did.
“That feels even nicer.” Annette purred between kisses.
“It gets better.” was the whispered reply.
Sharon pulled the edges of Annette’s black T-shirt out from
her jeans. Then taking an even tighter hold on the material, she
pulled it up and over her head. A smile filled the older woman’s
face as she looked down and saw the small perfectly rounded
globes beneath, wrapped in their fine black lace.
Easing the smaller girl back on to the soft cushions, Sharon
reached up with her large hands and cradled each of her mounds.
Moving in a counter-clockwise motion, she began to massage them,
playing with the small nipples with her outstretched thumbs.
Pleased with Annette's reaction, Sharon leaned over and
kissed each cloth covered nipple. Continuing to play with her left
breast, the super ran her tongue across the exposed flesh of the
right, leaving a thin trail of wetness.
Never missing a stroke, Sharon undid the small clasp that
held the fragile bra together, causing the thin strips to fall by the
wayside. Her mouth now sought out the rest of her guest's breasts
and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue now covering the
entire surface them with wetness. Annette shivered at the touch
of Sharon's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased
Annette's small nubs. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness.
Then her lips closed on them and every bite and nibble sent waves
through Annette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans that
brought great joy to Sharon, spurring her on.
The redhead nuzzled at each breast for a while longer,
running her tongue in circles around the areola. Then she began a
slow journey downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of
her tongue as it slowly moved down Annette's stomach and across
her belly button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious
prize below. Finally she reached the thick leather belt and jeans
that barred her from her prize.
“Let’s get this off.” Sharon said as she undid the belt.
Belt, pants and boots soon covered the carpeted floor,
leaving Annette clad only in her black lace panties. They didn’t last
long as Sharon’s fingers griped the elastic of Annette’s panties
and pulled them down to and off her ankles.
Sharon reached down between Annette's legs and traced
the outline of her dark mound with her finger. Then it moved to
the center and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated
by the wetness there, she slowly slid it between the folds. A soft
gasp escaped Annette's lips as Sharon slid the finger in and out,
soon following it with a second.
Sharon kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed
the center of Annette's ecstasy.
"Oh yes....Annette said as she reached down and guided
Sharon's head. "It feels so good...."
The smell of Annette's crotch made Sharon lightheaded. It
was like perfume to her. She reached out and parted the wet lips
with her fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving it deep
inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, a taste she
never grow tired of.
"Oh God, Sharon," Annette said as her body jumped at the
touch. “ It feels so wonderful.”
Encouraged, Sharon moved her pulsating mouth closer and
sought out Annette's clit. She alternated between her finger and
her tongue, driving Annette wilder with each stroke. A rhythm
quickly developed as Annette reached down and held the redhead
between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of her
lover's tongue.
Unable to use her hands any longer, Sharon reached behind
and grabbed Annette's ass cheeks. Taking a firm grip against the
soft flesh of her buttocks, Sharon pulled Annette's lower body
harder against her face. This caused her tongue to be pressed
just a little deeper into her lover.
Annette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing
climax. Sharon could taste the increase in sweet nectar that was
now beginning to flow in a steady stream around her tongue. She
opened her mouth wider in eager anticipation.
The older woman was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey,
so much that her lower face was soon covered with it. She held
Annette tight as she screamed out loud and thrashed about it
ecstasy. She hadn’t had a sexual release this good since Vanessa
had left her.
Sharon continued to lick Annette's pussy, stopping only
when the smaller girl finally laid still. She lay there between her
legs, softly lapping at the delicious residue that had trickled down
her thighs.
“Now its your turn.” Sharon said as she looked up from
between Annette’s legs.
That was all the younger woman needed to hear. She
reached out and pulled the flimsy garment off Sharon, exposing
her large plentiful mounds. No sooner were they exposed to the
open air than her mouth was on them. With a savage hunger, she
took Sharon’s equally large nipples between her teeth and lips. The
thought that these were the same breasts that Karen had once
suckled at brought a sinful thrill to her. One that caused her
inferno to blaze even hotter.
Even as her mouth feasted on Sharon’s bountiful charms,
Annette slid her hand between Sharon’s legs. Sharon wore no
panties and her fingers pressed against the bushy mouth.
Now it was Sharon’s turn to moan as she felt the touch of a
new lover’s hand.
“Oh yes...” Sharon said softly as she leaned back against the
couch and enjoyed Annette’s dual ministrations.
The constant friction of Annette’s hand against her clit sent
ripples of delight radiating out from Sharon’s pussy. Coupled with
the delightful mixture of bites and gentle kisses on her breasts, it
was enough to quickly bring her to the edge of ecstasy.
Annette might not have had Sharon’s years of experience
but she had learned a great deal in a very short time.
As the volume of the moans in Annette’s ears grew in
intensity, so did the frequency of her penetrations. A small series
of mini-quakes began to rock the older woman’s body.
Suddenly, Sharon’s body stiffened as the cascading waves of
bliss broke on the shoals of her sexuality. Her pulse raced and her
breaths became shallow. A fine film of sweat covered her body.
“Oh God!” she panted as she collapsed exhausted. “I can’t
believe how long it’s been since I felt so good.”
Both woman laughed and held each other close. They shared
a kiss they both found intoxicating as they tasted their own juices
in each other’s mouth. They continued to share soft kisses, licking
droplets of honeydew from around their lips.
“That was really fun.” Annette said laughingly.
“Care for a little more fun?” Sharon asked, a mischievous
expression on her face.
“What kind of fun?” Annette asked.
“Have you ever played with toys?” Sharon asked.
“What kind of toys?” Annette asked, remembering the
earlier mention of the Thursday nights at the Scarlett’s Rose.
“Toy’s like this.” Sharon explained as she pulled open one of
then end tables and pulled out a rather large rubber dildo.
“Oh my.” Annette gasped, her hand covering her mouth.
“I guess not then.” Sharon said as she began to put the
strap-on back into the draw.
“Wait, please.” Annette said. “I was just a little surprised,
that’s all. It’s not exactly the kind of thing you expect someone to
have in their living room.
“Well, normally I’d keep it in the table by my bed.” the older
woman said. “But I was expecting company tonight and I kind of
like doing it out here.”
“It does have a certain excitement.” Annette agreed,
remembering that she liked to play around outside of the bedroom
as well.
“So are you game?” she asked again.
Annette thought about it for a few more moments. She’d
played with vibrators and dildos before, but had only been really
penetrated by another person during her three attempts at
male/female sex. Of those, only the time with Danny had been
somewhat enjoyable.
“What the hell.” Annette said. “Might be fun at that.”
Sharon wasted no time in adjusting the strap on the
strap-on she had shown Annette earlier. Hanging down between
her legs, it looked even larger than before. Strapped tight, a small
nub at the base of the rubber cock extended into her own pussy,
rubbing against her clit.
"Now the real fun begins." Sharon smiled.
A sudden feeling of apprehension filled Annette at the
thought of being penetrating by that monster. It was bigger than
any of the few men she had known. She opened her mouth to say
something but something held her back. Annette remained mute as
Sharon reached out and pulled her up off the couch.
"Over the edge!" She ordered in an authoritative tone as
she bent Annette over the arm of the couch.
From a small tube in her hand, Sharon smeared a large
amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo. Then
she pushed her slippery fingers down between Annette's legs and
up into her already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in,
stretching the opening.
"Oooo" moaned Annette as she felt the initial intrusion.
Sharon pressed her naked body up against the back of
Annette's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the
head against the now saturated tunnel.
"Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Sharon whispered into
Annette's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to love
this." she added with a kiss.
With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up
and down the length of Annette's pussy before taking a firm grip
and pushing it within her.
"Aaaaa!" Annette yelled as she felt herself being
penetrated.
"Relax." Sharon said as she eased the dildo out a little,
before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt.
Sharon reached around and rubbed her fingers against
Annette's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it gave her
such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic motions against the small
nub at the top of Annette's cunt helped distract her from the pain
as Sharon began to thrust deeper within her with an ever
increased frequency.
Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing
pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Sharon could feel the
walls of Annette's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside
her one more time.
"You love this, don't you?" Sharon asked between thrusts as
she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass
hard against her.
"Oh yes," Annette panted as she began to match Sharon's
rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her.
Sharon slid her hands up and down Annette's body as she
continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers
closed tight against her breasts as she used them to pull Annette
against her time after time.
Sharon pushed Annette's head and shoulders down across
the arm of the couch, giving her greater access to the depths of
her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love button was
sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each
of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of
unrestricted sex.
Words between them were no longer possible, the best they
could manage were animalistic grunts. Yet even those were being
constantly interrupted by frantic gasps for breath.
Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Sharon grabbed
Annette's dark hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire
in her dark eyes, Sharon pressed her lips hard against the helpless
girl beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined
was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss.
"Deeper." Annette gasped as Sharon's tongue slid out of
her mouth.
Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for
Sharon to get any more inside Annette. At least in the position
they were in.
"On the floor!" Sharon commanded as she pulled the dildo
all the way out. "On your back!"
Not even giving Annette time to comply, the older woman
pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later and
rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched legs.
Annette screamed in ecstasy as Sharon drove the dildo it's
full length within her. Sharon's massive mounds pressed hard
against Annette's smaller globes, causing an electric tingling as
their nipples touched.
Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover,
Sharon's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was
imminent. Beneath her, Annette was lost in a similar state.
Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Sharon
was taken by surprise when Annette reached up with her legs and
wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to
an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her, binding
them together in an unbreakable lock.
"Fuck me!" Annette screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry
so loud that for a moment Sharon wondered it she could be heard
out on the street.
One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that
had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked
violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake that ripped
through each of them.
Annette drove her nails deep into Sharon's back as an
orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Sharon continued to pummel the
captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until
she too was gripped by that same loss of control.
Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss was
both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the sky and
rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans
filled the air as hearts raced uncontrolled.
As has been written many times, all good things must end
and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled and
their sweat drenched bodies began to collapse.
Sharon was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on
from within Annette. Instead she simply stoked her now cool skin
and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires of aggression had
cooled within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest.
The morning sun filtering in from the windows found the two
of them still intertwined. Sharon had awakened first but had been
reluctant to wake her guest. Instead she had just laid there and
enjoyed the warmth of her body pressed tightly against her own.
“Good morning, lover.” she said when she noticed Annette’s
eyes open. She added a kiss on the cheek.
“Morning.” Annette said as she pulled herself away and
climbed to her feet.
“Why don’t you grab a shower while I make us some
breakfast.” Sharon suggested as she lifted herself off. “I don’t
have to be at work until eleven.”
“Sounds like a great idea.” Annette replied as she gathered
up her clothes.
“You might want to call your roommate and let her know
you’re all right.” Sharon added, sounding once more like the
mother she was.
“That’s okay.” Annette said. “She’ll just figure I got lucky.
And she wouldn’t be wrong.” she smiled.
Even before Annette felt the first splash of hot water
against her soft skin, she knew for a certainty that last night’s
performance was not to be repeated. It hadn’t really been planned
after all. In fact it had been nothing more than the caprices of
fate that it had happened. Still she was glad it had.
If nothing else, aside from a night of enjoyment, her look
behind the curtain of Sharon’s life had given her a great deal to
think about. A great deal indeed.
Monday morning found Annette sitting at her desk bright
and early. She’d quickly gone through any work that had piled up in
her absence, there hadn’t been that much. Every few minutes she
would look down the aisle at an empty desk. It was a quarter after
nine before the occupant of that desk finally showed up.
“You left a note on my desk that you wanted to see me as
soon as I got it.” Yvonne said with a look of concern as she walked
up to Annette’s desk. “Is anything wrong?”
“No, not at all.” Annette smiled back. “I just wanted to ask
you to lunch before you made any other plans.”
“Sure,” the tall woman replied. “One O’clock okay?”
“That would be great.” Annette said.
As Yvonne walked back down the long aisle to her desk,
Annette again appreciated the sway of her hips. Thankfully, her
friend hadn’t noticed that Danny’s pictures were no longer on her
desk. By this afternoon there would no longer be any need for
them.
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