The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi
by Ann Douglas
Cynthia Carter paced impatiently back and forth along the
train platform as she waited for the 7:10 from New York City to
arrive. The station manager had made some sort of announcement
about a small track fire causing a minor delay, but Cynthia really
hadn’t paid it too much attention. All she knew that the longer it
took Courtney to arrive, the less time they would have to spend
together over the weekend.
Running her fingers through her short graying blonde hair,
the 62 year old newspaper publisher looked down the long empty
length of track for the fourteenth time. A quick glance at her
watch told her that the train was now 40 minutes late.
The importance Cynthia attached to her daughter’s visit
was reflected in her mode of dress. Normally, Cynthia spent her
days in casual shorts and light blouses in the summer and sweat
suits in the colder months. If she really had to, she would wear a
business jacket and slacks for a meeting. She had long ago
stopped caring how she looked to other people. Friends who
passed her on the train platform were surprised to see her in a
rather attractive blue dress, a garment that greatly illustrated
her still considerable charms.
Most people were surprised when Cynthia mentioned her age
because she looked at least a decade younger. Standing 5’ 8”, her
weight had fluctuated between 160 and 170 lbs most of her adult
life. Spread rather evenly over her frame, most of the weight
seemed centered in her large 38DD bust. She was still a
formidable enough presence to turn the heads of men thirty years
her junior.
“Station manager says the train just left Bluefield.” said a
young man who walked up behind Cynthia. “Should be here in
another 10 minutes.”
“Thank you, ” Cynthia said to the teenager as she again
looked down the track. “But I’ll believe that when I see it pulling
in.”
Sure enough, it was closer to twenty minutes before the
silver and white train pulled into the station. Starting at the front
of the train, Cynthia worked her way through the crowd looking
for Courtney. The train had been packed, the earlier two
scheduled runs having been canceled. After a fruitless effort that
resulted in getting no further back than the second car, Cynthia
decided to just wait by the ticket office and let her daughter find
her instead.
The crowds quickly dissipated and it wasn’t long before the
blue clad woman heard a familiar voice calling out to her.
“Mother...over here!” the voice shouted.
Through a small group of commuters, Cynthia could see a red
figure waving her hand to get her attention. A broad smile on her
face, she briskly walked over to her, unwilling to simply stand and
wait.
Before Courtney could say a word, her mother had embraced
her in a bear hug and planted a kiss on her cheek. While it was in
reality only about five weeks since they’d seen each other, it had
felt like months to Cynthia.
“Let me look at you.” Cynthia said as she broke the hug and
stepped back.
Courtney was wearing a rather expensive red business
jacket with matching skirt. Her long blonde hair was tied up in a
weave and she wore only a hint of makeup, just matching lipstick
and a hint of powder. Unlike her mother, she felt the image she
projected was everything. Yet then again, Courtney was just
starting out in the world of business. It was hard enough getting
some men to take you seriously without having them look at you
without seeing just a potential bedmate.
Their third child, Courtney had been born rather late in
Cynthia’s life. The news that she was pregnant again at 40 had
sent a shock wave through her life. Since she and her husband
owned and operated their own business, it wasn’t that hard to
make the transition to working mother. Yet by the time Courtney
turned six and started school, their small office supply company
had grown so successful that she decided to give it up and
concentrate full time on being a mother. Today, 22 years later,
the firm was three times the size it’d been at the time of
Courtney’s birth.
Although she was still a full partner in the family business,
Cynthia had decided against going back when Courtney had left
home for college. Instead, she’d bought into a small local paper
and eventually became it’s co-publisher. It was something she
could call her very own.
“Is Daddy with you?” Courtney asked as she looked around
into the crowd.
“I’m afraid that he’s not home this weekend.” the older
woman said, her voice just a little reluctant. “He flew up to Boston
yesterday to make a presentation to some new clients about out
new software line. He thinks it’ll bring a lot of new business to the
company.”
“I kind of expected he’d come up with some kind of excuse
not to be here.” Courtney said, her tone revealing that she didn’t
believe a word of her mother’s excuse. “He usually does when I
come home.”
Cynthia wanted to say something to refute her accusation
against her father, but the words wouldn’t come. The reason being
that what she said was true. The only time father and daughter
had seen each other over the last two years had been at large
family functions. He hadn’t even attended her graduation.
“Your father does love you, dear.” Cynthia said. “He just has
a hard time accepting things as they are.”
“Well he’s going to have to accept it eventually.” Courtney
said. “No one’s going to say a magic word and change me into what
he expected me to be.”
Cynthia’s smile hid the fact that she too originally had a
hard time accepting her daughter’s lifestyle. She still
remembered the day, back in her junior year of college, when her
precious baby girl had announced to friends and family that she
was a lesbian. Unlike her husband, she quickly came to grips with
the idea, realizing that however and with whoever she lived her
life, she was still her daughter. And no matter what, she loved her
and only wanted her to be happy.
“It’s getting late.” Cynthia said, changing the subject. “I
originally thought we’d go out to dinner, but with all the delays,
maybe we should just head home.”
“That’d be fine with me, I am a little tired.” Courtney said
as she turned and looked over her shoulder. “Er...mom, there’s
something I neglected to mention to you when we talked last
night...”
With that, a tall black woman stepped up to Courtney. The
look of recognition on her face told Cynthia that they knew each
other.
“I finally found my beeper.” The woman said. “It fell
through the seats.”
“Mom, this is Nicole. She’s a friend of mine, I invited her up
for the weekend. I hope you don’t mind.”
Cynthia looked at the brown skinned woman. She was at
least ten years older than her daughter with short curly black hair.
A little taller than both Courtney and herself, she had a lean, lithe
form. Soft red lips framed a flawless smile. Small compact
breasts pressed against a yellow blouse and long smooth legs
stretched out from beneath blue shorts.
“Why of course not,” Cynthia said, hiding her
disappointment that they wouldn’t be spending the weekend alone.
“Your friends are always welcome.”
“Great.” the blonde woman beamed. “I told Nicole it would
be OK. I promise her a chance to get out of the city to unwind.”
Nicole reached up and removed a pair of dark sunglasses,
revealing a pair of sparkling blue eyes. They quickly eclipsed her
engaging smile as her most striking feature.
During the drive back to her house, Cynthia learned a little
more about her house guest. Nicole had lived in Manhattan most
of her life and was a successful attorney. Courtney had met her a
few months back and had developed a friendship while shopping for
a birthday present for Cynthia. At the time, Cynthia had been
surprised by the gift. Courtney really had no interest in art and
such, yet the painting had been an excellent choice. The woman
was friendly and quite intelligent. By the time they pulled into the
driveway, she found herself liking Nicole.
“Welcome home Courtney.” said the brown haired man who
greeted the trio as they exited the car.
“Thank you, Edward.” Courtney said, returning his smile.
“It’s good to be home.”
Edward Graham was 20 years old and a student at the local
college. In return for room, board and a small salary, he served as
a sort of jack of all trades around the house. If it was broken, he
fixed it. If it was dirty, he cleaned it. In the three years he had
been living there, he had become almost a member of the family.
“Ed, this is my friend, Nicole.” Courtney said as she turned
her attention to the caramel skinned woman behind her. “She’ll be
staying for the weekend.”
“Nice to meet you.” Edward said cheerfully as he took a
good look at her. “I’ll get the bags.” he added as he headed for
the truck.
“Thanks,” Cynthia said. “I made up Courtney’s room this
morning and we’ll put Nicole in ......”
Cynthia paused for a moment. Not for the first time in the
last hour she considered the idea that Nicole and Courtney might
be more than just friends. Did her daughter expect them to share
a room?
“Put Nicole in the guest room.” Courtney interjected, much
to Cynthia’s relief. “You’ll love it.” she said to her friend. “It has
the most beautiful view of the garden.”
“I’m sure it’s beautiful.” Nicole replied.
The suggestion surprised Cynthia. The guest bedroom was
on the other side of the house from Courtney’s room. She guessed
that answered her question of just how much of close friends the
two women were.
“Well you two get settled in and I’ll see about getting us
some dinner.” Cynthia said as she headed into the house.
Dinner was simple was enjoyable. Afterwards, the three
women sat around the kitchen table and chatted.
“Its nice to hear that you’re doing so well at the firm.”
Cynthia said as she sipped her tea. “And I’m sure your father will
be happy to know that all that money he spent for Sara Douglas
didn’t go to waste.”
Courtney’s ever-present smile faded for a moment at the
mention of her father and his content reminders of how much her
education had cost. Then just as quickly it came back. Quickly she
changed the subject.
“Speaking of college, you and Nicole have something in
common.” she said.
“What would that be?” Cynthia asked as she turned and
looked at Nicole.
“Nicole’s a Theta Phi too.” her daughter beamed.
“Really?”
“Class of ‘84.” Nicole offered.
“Class of ‘54.” Cynthia chimed in.
“I guess that makes me the baby of the bunch.” Courtney
laughed. “Class of ‘94.”
All three women laughed.
“Class of ‘54,” Nicole repeated. “That means you were a
pledge in 1950.”
“Why yes,” Cynthia said a little hesitantly. “Why do you
ask?”
“You were there during the big scandal at Delta Theta Phi.”
Nicole said excitedly. “I can’t believe it, I never thought I’d get to
hear what really happened from someone that was really there.
Someone who really knew Jennifer Hallis”
“What scandal?” Courtney asked, her questioning tone
making it evident that she had no idea what her friend was talking
about. “Who was Jennifer Hallis?”
“None of the sisters ever told you?” Nicole asked. “I can’t
believe it. It’s part of the legend of Delta Theta Phi.”
“Well lets here it now.” Courtney gushed.
Nicole looked to Cynthia for a moment, then took her silence
for assent.
“Well Jennifer Hallis, first of all, was Class of ‘50. She was
also President of the Sisterhood, or Queen might have been a
better term.”
“Queen?”
“Yes, from what I understand, she ran the sorority like her
own personal kingdom. Including having ladies in waiting.”
“So what was the big deal?” Courtney interrupted.
“I’m getting to that.” Nicole continued. “What set Theta
Phi apart from all the other houses on campus was that almost
every sister was expected to be available to Jennifer for sex
whenever she wanted. In fact, you couldn’t become a sister unless
you slept with her first.”
“You’re kidding.” Courtney said.
“It’s true.” replied Nicole. “In fact, it got so that all the
pledges had to spend their first years as wives to the senior class.
Not to mention the monthly orgies.”
“That’s incredible.” the youngest woman called out. “What
happened, how did anyone find out.”
“In the pledge class of ‘50 there was a girl named Susan
Davis. Evidently, she found the idea of lesbian sex sick to say the
least. She wasn’t the first pledge to back out of the sorority when
they found out what they were into, but Susan believed that she
had a moral obligation to stop what she believed were vile and
disgusting acts. She went right to the Board of Regents and the
night of their next all-girl party they were raided.”
“What happened then?” Courtney asked, now totally
absorbed in the story.
“Jennifer was expelled on the spot, so where a good many of
the other girls. Then the Board tried to hush the whole thing up.
They spread the story that the girls were expelled because of
their involvement in a cheating scandal. That was 1950 remember,
lesbian was still a dirty word. The school had their image to worry
about. How many of those upper class families that sent their
precious daughters to Sara Douglas would still do so if they
thought they would be exposed to such ideas.”
“That’s an incredible story.” Courtney said, taking it all in.
Then a look of disbelief filled her face when she realized that her
mother was actually there - and a member of that pledge class.”
She turned to her mother and opened her mouth to speak,
but before she could say a word, Cynthia cut her off.
“Before you let your imagination get out of control, let me
say something.” Cynthia began. “Even though I was a freshman in
1950, I didn’t pledge Delta Theta Phi until the second term. So I’m
afraid all of that happened before I was even a sister.”
“I didn’t think they pledged during the second term.” Nicole
asked a little suspiciously.
“Normally they didn’t,” Cynthia replied. “but with all the
girls expelled, they needed new members to keep their charter.”
“That makes sense.” Nicole replied. “I hope I didn’t offend
you.”
“Not at all,” Cynthia said. “In fact, that’s the first time I
actually heard the story. I was there at the school at the time and
until now believed the ‘cheating’ story.”
“It’s still an incredible story.” Courtney repeated. “but I’ve
been up since 4:30 and I think I’m going to turn in.”
“That sounds like a good idea.” Nicole agreed.
“You too go ahead, I’ve a little work to finish before I call it
a night.”
A little work turned out to be a major understatement and it
was well after midnight by the time Cynthia started up the stairs
to bed. It had been a very long day but a happy one never the less.
Any time Courtney came to visit, all her worries seemed to
disappear. It brought back memories of a far simpler time.
Passing Nicole’s room, Cynthia was careful not to make any
noise as not to wake their guest. Hopefully, Edward had removed
all of her husband’s clothes from the room before settling Nicole
in. The fact that she and her husband slept in separate rooms
wasn’t something she really wanted to advertise - not even to her
own daughter.
Truth be told, it had been many years since they had slept
together as man and wife. Most nights, Steven slept elsewhere.
Elsewhere currently being the apartment of his 29 year old
girlfriend. The only reason they hadn’t divorced was that Steven
kept saying it would be bad for the companies image. One of these
days she might find a reason to push for the divorce, but for now
she was content to let things sat as they were.
Stopping again at the door to Courtney’s room, Cynthia
decided to check in on her daughter. It was a silly thing really,
after all Courtney wasn’t six years old anymore. But it did make
her feel better.
Silently she turned the doorknob and eased the door open.
Cynthia took a small step inward before stopping in her tracks.
Instead of the serene image she expected, she found instead one
out of her most erotic dreams.
It had been many years since the last time Cynthia had seen
her daughter naked so it was a shock to see how much her body
had developed. The small breasts that she had last seen the day
she’d first taken Courtney shopping for her first training bra had
blossomed into a magnificent set of 34C’s. The rest of her young
body was just as impressive, showing that she had viewed the
development of her body as seriously as that of her mind.
It wasn’t so much the development of her daughter’s body
that caused Cynthia to step back as it was it’s position. Standing
against the large backboard of the queen sized bed was Nicole, as
naked as her daughter. Beneath the brown hued woman’s
outstretched legs was Courtney, her mouth pressed firmly against
her hairy cunt.
It was one thing to know that her daughter preferred
women sexually, it was quite another to actually see it. Cynthia was
transfixed, unable to tear her eyes away from the spectacle. It
was a long five minutes before the fear of discovery gave the
older woman the strength to pull herself away.
Closing the door behind her, Cynthia let out a long loud sigh.
To her surprise, she’d found the sight of her daughter engaged in
lesbian lust to be the most exciting thing she’d seen in a good long
time. Her heart was racing, her breath shallow and most incredible,
the mound between her legs was moist.
Crawling into the warm comfort of her bed, Cynthia knew
she would get little sleep that night.
It was a warm summer morning and Cynthia decided to have
breakfast out by the pool. It wasn’t long before Courtney joined
her. She explained that Nicole needed to make a few phone calls to
make and would join them as soon as she could.
“Did you sleep well, dear?” Cynthia asked.
“Like a baby.” Courtney smiled.
Their breakfast conversation covered a few topics until
finally it turned to Nicole.
“Your friend Nicole seems like a really nice person.” Cynthia
said. “Have you known her long?”
“Not long really, only a few months.” Courtney answered as
she nibbled a piece of toast. “I met her at a fund raising party the
alumni association threw. She’s an attorney, in fact she’s just
made partner at her firm. I was admiring a painting at the hotel
where they had the fund raiser and she happened to mention that
she’d seen one just like it at a friend’s art gallery. I said I’d love to
be able to pick out something like that for your birthday but knew
next to nothing about art. Next thing I knew she had offered to
help me pick something out.”
“I guessed that much.” Cynthia said. “That painting seemed
a little out of your league. “But there’s something I want to ask
you, but I’m not sure how exactly to put it.”
“Well straight out always seemed to work for me.” Courtney
suggested.
“How well I know that.” came her mother’s response. “But
it’s still hard for me to just come out and say something.”
“Give it a try, Mom.”
“I was wondering, I mean I’d like to ask you just how close
you and Nicole actually are?” Cynthia finally blurted out.
“You mean are we lovers or anything like that?” Courtney
casually replied.
“Well yes.”
“Are we lovers, well not really.” her daughter continued in
that same casual tone. “Have we slept together on occasion...yes
we have.”
“I don’t understand.” Cynthia said.
“I guess you could just say we’re close friends who on
occasion have sex. There are a number of women who I sleep with.
Some I have very strong feelings for. In other cases its just
recreational. Bottom line is that at this point in my life I’m too
involved in work to even seriously thing about settling down with
anyone.”
“I’m still not sure I really understand it, but I’ll settle for
the fact that you do seem to be happy.” replied Cynthia.
“That’s all I ask.” her daughter grinned.
“Excuse me, but there’s a phone call for Courtney.” said
Edward as he walked up to the small table, portable phone in hand.
“Some guy named Rogers, says he’s your boss.”
“I’ll just be a minute, Mom.” the blonde haired girl said as
she took the phone and walked a few feet away to take the call in
private.
While Courtney chatted just out of earshot, Cynthia found
herself staring at Edward. The little exhibition last night had left
her feeling very horny, a sensation she hadn’t felt in some time.
Not even a pleasing masturbation session last night and again this
morning had helped to satisfy her urge.
Watching the tall well built young man play with his silver
rimmed glasses, Cynthia was reminded of a night not so long ago.
The hockey team that Edward played on had just won the local
championship and the two of them had stayed up late into the night
celebrating. Edward, because hockey was one of the most
important things in his life, and Cynthia because she just needed to
have a little fun.
After a few bottles of very expensive wine which Cynthia
had liberated from her husband’s prized collection, Edward began
to look very good to her. She had been sorely tempted to try and
entice him into her bed, a bed her husband had so long ago
vacated. Finally common sense had prevailed and she realized that
a one night stand wasn’t worth upsetting the apple cart. Still, if
he’d been just some young man she’d met.
“Good morning.” Nicole said as she walked up to the table.
“I hope I haven’t kept anyone waiting.”
“No, of course not.” Cynthia said, dismissing her idle fantasy
from her mind. “Please have a seat.”
It was hard for Cynthia not to sneak looks at Nicole as she
ate. The image of her naked form being serviced by her daughter
was still too fresh in her mind.
An unhappy look covered Courtney’s face as she returned
from her telephone call. Whatever it had been about, it wasn’t
good news.
“Trouble honey?” Cynthia asked as she rose from the table.
“I’m afraid so.” came her reply. “I’m going to have to cut the
weekend short, they need me back in Manhattan right away.”
“That’s terrible.” Cynthia commented.
“I’ll go and pack.” Nicole said.
“Oh no, there’s no reason for you to have your weekend
ruined too.” Courtney said. “Why don’t you stay here and enjoyed
it. I did promise you a few days in the country.”
Nicole waited before answering, her line of sight shifting
from Courtney to Cynthia.
“It’s OK isn’t it, Mom.” Courtney asked as she followed
Nicole’s gaze.
“Of course it is.” Cynthia said, unsure what else she could
say.
“Great.” Courtney said. “Edward’s going into town anyway so
he’ll give me a ride to the train. If I hurry, I can catch the 10:30
to Penn Station.”
Cynthia was disappointed that her daughter’s visit was going
to be cut short, but she understood all too well how important
Courtney’s job was to her. Hugs and kisses were quickly exchanged,
as well as the promise to get together again as soon as possible.
Once Courtney and Edward had left, Cynthia quickly
completed some paper work she had brought home for the
weekend. She had only brought a small amount home with her,
assuming that she was going to need a lot of free time to spend
with her daughter. She considered calling the office and having
one of the staff run some more out to her, then decided against it.
She took so little time off these days, she deserved a little play
time.
It wasn’t until late afternoon that she even saw Nicole again.
Her houseguest seemed to be as much a workaholic as she was,
spending a good part of the day on her cellular phone. True, laying
on a lawn chair in the garden was a lot better than being locked up
in an airtight office. Well, Cynthia thought, I guess you don’t get
to be partner in a prestigious law firm at 32 by taking it easy.
After lunch, Cynthia decided to spend some time in the pool
out back. It was one of her favorite places to relax. Her husband
had really gone through the roof the year she had workman
construct a removable cover over the pool so it could be heated
and used in the winter. Still, half the profits from the company
were hers to use as she wished. After all, she had never
complained about his numerous excursions around the country - or
the various “assistants” who accompanied him.
“That looks inviting.” Nicole said as she walked up to the
edge of the pool where Cynthia was just relaxing after finishing
her laps.
The tall cinnamon hued lawyer had changed into a simple,
comfortable white T-shirt and blue shorts. Even in that plain
attire, she looked like a model out of town and country.
“You’re welcome to join me.” Cynthia said as she smiled up at
the older woman. “There’s extra suits in the pool house, I’m sure
you’ll be able to find something that’ll fit you.”
“Oh I never bother with a suit.” Nicole quipped as she
grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt and pulled it up and over
her head. Her braless breasts bounced free in the air, giving
Cynthia a close up view of the round orbs she had only seen at a
distance the night before. The blue shorts quickly followed,
adding her dark curly haired bush to the list of Nicole’s
attractions.
Cynthia had only a brief instant to recall the image of her
daughter’s tongue buried up within that mound. With a powerful
leap into the air, the now nude muscular young woman dived into
the deeper end of the pool.
She dropped all the way to the bottom before pushing
herself back up. She broke the surface with a large splash, before
flipping over and traversing the length of the pool with a series of
textbook strokes. Executing a flawless flip at the far end of the
pool, Nicole recrossed the length of the pool and moved up to
where Cynthia was just drifting lazily.
“The water feels wonderful.” Nicole beamed as she pulled
herself up alongside Cynthia. “If I had one of these, I’d never be
out of shape.”
“You’re not exactly out of shape.” Cynthia laughed.
“Compared to when I was in college I am.” Nicole replied. “I
can never seem to find the time to get to the gym anymore.”
“I imagine you must keep busy.” Cynthia noted.
It was at that moment that the younger woman noticed that
Cynthia was staring at her naked breasts. The droplet covered
mounds were only a foot away from her now.
“Does this bother you?” Nicole asked. “My not wearing a
suit I mean.”
“No, not at all.” Cynthia answered. “If you feel more
comfortable that way, who am I to say no.”
“It really is a lot more comfortable than wearing a confining
suit.” Nicole commented. “You should try it.”
“When I was young, we used to go to a place down in the
islands where we’d go skinny dipping.” Cynthia said as she leisurely
splashed her legs in the water. “I remember it as being a lot of
fun. Once you got used to all the naked bodies.” she laughingly
added.
“Did that turn you on?” Nicole abruptly asked.
“Excuse me?” Cynthia asked after pausing a few beats,
wondering how the conversation had taken such an abrupt turn.
“I asked if that turned you on,” Nicole repeated. “All those
naked bodies?”
“What would make you asked a question like that?”
It took even longer for Nicole to answer. It seemed for a
few moments that she might be reconsidering her question. Then,
with deliberation, she went on.
“Last night you seemed to spend a considerable amount of
time watching Courtney and me. A lot longer than someone who
had just accidentally walked into an embarrassing situation. Most
people would’ve just stepped back out. You stood there and
watched for a while.”
Cynthia’s face blushed, she hadn’t realized Nicole had seen
her. Then a more embarrassing thought replaced that. Had she
told Courtney?
“Was it the sight of our naked bodies that interested you so
much?” Nicole continued.
Cynthia was speechless, she didn’t have an answer. She
really didn’t know herself why she had stayed there so long.
“Know what I think?” Nicole said, and then continued
without waiting for an answer. “I think it was the sex that
interested you so much. I think that the fact that it was your
daughter that was eating my pussy was secondary to the act itself.
I think you got really hot watching two women get it on.”
Nicole had automatically switched to what she offtimes
referred to as her inquisitor mode. The conviction in her voice
grew with each word.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Cynthia finally
managed to stammer. She wasn’t used to being on the defensive.
“Oh yes you do.” Nicole retorted with the same confidence
she had exhibited in front of some of the states most noted
judges.
Cynthia sensed that something she would rather not have
remembered was about to resurface. She wanted to jump out of
the pool and run. Yet, a small voice deep within her called out for
attention. It urged her to let matters take their course.
“When you mentioned last night that you had pledged
mid-year back in 1950, it really didn’t sound right to me. I don’t
know why, maybe just the investigator in me playing out a hunch.
It’s one of my bad habits, I can’t let a feeling like that go by
without following up on it. On the positive side, following some of
those hunches have gotten me where I am today.”
Nicole paused for a moment, waiting to see if Cynthia was
going to object to her going on any further.
“Anyway, a client of mine, is the current recording secretary
for the Delta Theta Phi alumni association. She’s class of ‘87 by
the way and also a lesbian. You might find that interesting.
Anyway, going on the idea that my memory might just be faulty, I
called her this morning and asked her to look up and see if there
had ever been a mid-term pledging in 1950 or any other year. She
said that since all the old records had been computerized a few
years back it would be no trouble to find out. She called me back
only an hour ago with the information.”
Cynthia was now totally still as well as silent.
“She said that there had never been a mid-term pledge in
‘50 or any other year. She asked why and I told her I was working
on a discrimination case remarkable like the Jennifer Hallis scandal
of that year. I just wanted to use it as a little background. I
asked if we had any current information on the girls involved in the
incident. She said unfortunately no, most of the girls who where
kicked out had their records expunged by the college
administration. In fact, except for the file on Jennifer herself,
there were no other entries on who even was involved. I had
thanked her and was about to hang up when she casually mentioned
that there was another name in the file - Jennifer’s roommate
that last year. It was just an entry in the room assignment form,
there was nothing else on the girl. The name was Cynthia
Donnelley.”
Cynthia’s face turned pale.
“I remember Courtney mentioning her grandmother
Donnelley.” Nicole said excitedly. “That was your maiden
name..wasn’t it?”
The older woman’s silence confirmed it.
“You were her roommate.” She continued, making it a
statement more than a question.
“Yes.” Cynthia meekly answered, decades of denial lifting
with that single syllable.
“....and her lover.”
“Yes, ... I was.” this time it came easier.
A level of excitement filled Nicole. The same excitement
that filled her when she broke a guilty party on the witness stand.
The elation was short lived as she suddenly realized what she had
actually done. This wasn’t some courtroom, it was the home of a
friend. And this wasn’t an adversary but simply a woman who had
told a simple lie about her life of almost half a century before.
“Oh damn, Cynthia.” Nicole recalled in horror at what she’d
done. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I can’t
believe I acted like I did.”
“It’s OK.” Cynthia said, knowing that the younger woman was
honestly upset at what she’d done. “It’s OK, it doesn’t matter. I
don’t know why I still lied about it all these years. It was so long
ago.”
“Does Courtney know?” Nicole asked, partly out of a
curiosity that couldn’t be suppressed and a desire not to be the
one to accidentally tell her.
“No, she doesn’t know anything about that period of my life
or that her mother was once also into women.”
“Women?” Nicole repeated. “You had other lovers after
that?”
“What the hell, I might as well tell you the whole story.”
Cynthia said with a smile. “Someone should know what it was really
like back then.”
“You don’t have to.” Nicole said, hoping at the same time
that she would. “I was way out of line with what I did.”
“What’s done is done.” started Cynthia. “Besides, now that I
want to get it all out, maybe it’ll be easier telling it to a stranger.”
She paused for a few beats and then added. “Then when I’m done,
we wouldn’t really be strangers anymore.”
Now it was Nicole’s turn to remain silent and just listen.
Cynthia seemed to be looking far away, even though she was looking
straight at her. The lawyer knew the older woman was looking past
the mist of years past.
“Most of what you heard about the Jennifer Hallis story is
pretty much true. My father was on the Board of Trustees for
Sara Douglas, just as his father was before him. There was no way
that they was going to tag the daughter and granddaughter of the
Donnelly’s of Tarrytown with a lesbian label. So my own
involvement in the incident was the first one removed. A stern
facility monitor put an end to the parties and such, but she couldn’t
be everywhere and where there was a will there was always a way.”
Nicole listened intently, her mind carefully absorbing every
word.
“Right after graduation, my parents married me off to
Courtney’s father. It was almost an arranged marriage. It wasn’t
so bad at first. I liked men too and much to my own mother’s
horror, wasn’t a virgin on my wedding night. We had a lot in
common back then, and to be honest the prospect of the lesbian
lifestyle back in the Eisenhower Era was non-existent. We were as
happy as could be expected for the first year or so. Then things
began to change.”
“How so?” Nicole inquired.
“It would been nice to say it was John who strayed first.
Given his current predilection for such things, it would be easy to
say. But if I’m going to set the lies to rest the truth will have to
prevail. So I have to admit that I was the first one to break our
vows. And as I’m sure you’ve discovered on your own, once you’ve
crossed that forbidden line the first time, the second time is a lot
easier.”
“First time?” Nicole asked, a little confused.
“I say first time because it was a lot different in college
than the real world. Even back then, you could do things that
might not exactly be socially acceptable in college and get away
with them. So I’ve always considered my first encounter with
another woman outside of that safe and controlled environment as
my first time.”
Nicole saw that there was a certain sense to what she’d said
and nodded.
About a year and a half after we’d been married, long
before I was pregnant with Courtney, we moved to San Francisco
for John to take a graduate program out there. It seemed a good
idea at the time. We were starting to have our problems and a
fresh start in a new local might’ve been just what we needed. As
with most quick fixes, this didn’t solve anything. We’d brought out
problems with us.”
“Anyway, we’d gone out one night to a go-go bar - John’s
idea. I’m not sure if you really understand what one of those was,
there’s really no current equivalent. They’d have girls dancing
either on stage or on podiums scattered around the club.
Understand that these were dancers, not strippers and definitely
not hookers. Although I was told there were other clubs that had
both.”
“After the show, John had invited one of the dancers over
to our tables to have a drink. This in itself wasn’t that unusual as
we’d been to similar clubs before and John had also invited dancers
for a drink. What greatly surprised me this time was that the
dancer was a young black woman. John had never shown any
interest in black women before. And of course this was the late
50’s, years before interracial affairs were all the rage. Her name
if I recall correctly was Diane. We chatted a while and had a few
more drinks besides. Like he was wont to do, John flirted with the
young lady who couldn’t have been much more than 20. She seemed
so young as I think about it, yet I was only 26 myself back then.“
“I suddenly became aware of a touch against my leg. At
first I chalked it up to John being playful under the small table,
then realized it was on the wrong leg for it to be John. I turned to
Diane and with a smile she acknowledged what was obviously an
invitation. To this day, I don’t know if she somehow knew I might
be receptive or just tried that with any woman she found
interesting, trusting that they wouldn’t make a scene in front of
their husbands.”
“I excused myself to use the ladies room and Diane said
she’d join me. No sooner had the door closed behind us when she
grabbed me and pushed me against the wall and kissed me. She
hadn’t even made sure that all the stalls were empty, trusting
instead that there were few women in attendance that night and
that the other dancers would use the rest room backstage.”
“I can still recall the taste of her lips against mine and the
fire it send through me. I was like a woman who’d been denied
water for a long time, suddenly tossed into a clear pool of sweet
liquid. We pulled at each other’s clothes, and I found her lips now
on my breasts, then her fingers against my clit. It couldn’t have
taken me more than a few minutes to reach orgasm, a climax that I
still remember as leaving me weak in the knees. Then as quick as it
all had been, it was all over. We made ourselves presentable and
rejoined my husband. The only indication he ever had that
something had changed that night was that he found me somewhat
unresponsive later that night. Usually after a visit to one of those
bars I was as horny as could be. As we were leaving, John asked
Diane for her phone number saying that maybe the three of us
could get together sometime. With smile she wrote it out and
then ripped it in half when John wasn’t looking. She handed him
the top half and while he concentrated on looking down her blouse,
pressed the bottom half of the note into my hand. John’s note
turned out to contain the number for the public library. Mine was
her home number. I was to have an affair with her that lasted
until John graduated and we moved back east.”
“So you like black women?” Nicole asked.
“I never really gave the color of her skin much thought.”
said Cynthia. “It was the person inside, not the wrapping she came
in that interested me.”
“After that, I knew it was going to take some strong
medicine to put the genie back in the bottle, so to speak.” Cynthia
continued. “Medicine that John just wasn’t able to supply. Still we
made the best of it all. We started our business when we got back
home, and a family as well. Courtney’s older brother, John Jr. who
lives in Florida now was born in ‘59. Sue, our other daughter was
born in ‘62 and lives with her husband and kids in New Jersey.
After a while, your life tends to go on a sort of auto-pilot. You
watch your kids grow, try to build a better life for them.”
“Sexually speaking, those were pretty dry years. John and I
had occasional relations, enough to surprise me with a pregnancy
for my 40th birthday. Courtney’s birth brought another turning
point into my life. In a direct cause and effect way, it led to my
first real love affair with another woman. As opposed to the
primarily sexual encounters I’d had in the past.”
Nicole had to admit to herself that she found Cynthia’s
personal history to be fascinating.
“Our company was undergoing some critical changes at that
time, so I felt that it would be a bad idea for me to take a leave of
absence like I’d done for John Jr. and Sue. So I hired a
nurse/governess to watch after Courtney during the day. Her
name was Sonja Brundtland and she had just moved to the United
States from Norway. Although ten years younger then me, Sonja
and I became fast friends. As time passed, we discovered to our
mutual delight that we shared a certain other taste as well. It was
the first time I really felt for another woman on an emotional
level. I guess it was that ease that we both felt around each other
that caused us to become careless.”
“One snowy winter day, with all the kids off at their
grandparent’s and John off to the airport on yet another trip,
Sonja and I settled down in front of the fireplace with a bottle of
wine and each other. It wasn’t long before that wine and a smile
was all that we were wearing.”
“A rising storm had canceled John’s flight and he had
reluctantly returned home. He would’ve preferred to have
returned to his latest assistant’s apartment to wait out the storm
but evidently she had a roommate that just wouldn’t have
understood. Since her roommate was 6’2” and built like a halfback,
John decided not to test the point. Evidently she hadn’t
mentioned to her boyfriend that she was going on more than a
business trip.”
“So anyway, there I was, naked as the day I was born and
licking the wine off Sonja’s breasts when I look up and see John
standing over us. Not knowing what else to say, I picked up the
empty crystal from the floor and asked if I could pour him a glass.”
“ He wasn’t amused to say the least. And to be honest, I
really didn’t care. Our marriage had been a sham for so long that
maybe it would be better to end it. He said that he wasn’t going to
be made a fool of in an open court, not to mention the effect it
might have on the family owned company. He’d been screwing one
bimbo after another for years and now that I’d finally found
someone I cared about he wasn’t going to stand in by way.”
“He said he was willing to maintain a marriage in name only,
not that our union had been much more than that for some time,
but that Sonja would have to go. Not just out of our house, but
out of my life. I told him were he could put that idea and believe
me in wasn’t in a pretty place. Where did he ever get the idea that
I would ever go along with such a ridiculous arrangement?”
“That was when he dropped his bombshell. If I pressed for
a divorce, he seek custody of all the kids. He said no judge,
however liberal, was going to let a lesbian raise his kids. You have
to remember that was twenty years ago, and reluctantly I had to
admit he was right. It was both the hardest and at the same time,
easiest decision I ever had to make. As much as I loved Sonja, I
loved my children more. She left that night.”
“Have you ever seen her since?” Nicole asked.
“I got a card from her about eight months later, she was
going home to Norway. I never heard from her after that.”
Cynthia said.
Nicole didn’t really hear what Cynthia said after that. Too
many strange thoughts were flashing through her mind. In the
twenty years since she had first realized she was attracted to
other women, that attraction had never extended to an older
woman. That was until this moment. Cynthia, she reminded
herself, was old enough to be her mother. In fact, she was the
mother of one of her friends. Yet as she looked at the woman,
now only inches away from her, her appreciation of her beauty
increased immensely and age became irrelevant. Try as she could,
Nicole couldn’t recall the last time she felt this drawn to someone.
The fire in Nicole’s breasts was reflected between her legs.
It was obvious that the wetness there was caused by far more
than the cool pool water. Never in her life had she wanted any
woman as much as she wanted Cynthia at this moment. The
haunting question was, did Cynthia feel the same way?
Unwilling to ask and risk rejection, equally unwilling to step
back from the edge, Nicole let the flames of her desire take over
and acted on instinct. She felt her body moving forward of it’s own
accord, followed a brief moment later by the press of Cynthia’s
lips against her own.
Cynthia was taken by surprise by Nicole’s kiss. It was a
pleasant surprise all the same. It had been so many years since the
older woman had felt the touch of another woman, she had almost
forgotten how good it could be. In response to a gentle pressure
against her lips, she opened her mouth and admitted the dark
woman’s invading tongue.
The touch of Cynthia’s tongue against her own was enough to
turn the brushfire within her into a raging inferno. She reached up
and pulled Cynthia’s face against her own, planting kiss after kiss
on her willing lips. Each time, the blonde responded in turn, meeting
the passion of Nicole’s assault with her own.
“I wasn’t sure how you’d react to that.” Nicole said softly as
she broke a final kiss.
“It was unexpected, but nice.” Cynthia replied.
“Before anything else happens, maybe I should explain about
Courtney and I.....” Nicole said as she took a half step backward.
“Courtney already explained it all to me.” Cynthia
interrupted as she took hold of the younger woman’s hand and kept
her close. “And is this going to go any further?”
“Do you want it to?” Nicole asked as she closed her hand
around Cynthia’s in a reassuring grip.
Cynthia smiled. Three days ago, the idea of renewing her
interest in lesbian sex would’ve never entered her mind. It had
been so long since she’d entertained such thoughts. Yet, the
simple act of unburdening herself to Nicole seemed to take
decades off of her. The emotions of that bathroom tryst so long
ago found new life.
Cynthia reached out and placed her open palms against
Nicole’s breasts. Wet and soft, they seemed to generate a heat all
their own. Brushing her thumbs against the erect dark brown
nipples brought a soft sigh from Nicole’s mouth.
“I may be a little rusty at this.” she quipped.
“I think you’re doing fine.” Nicole said as she pressed her
body against Cynthia’s own.
“I want you.” Nicole said with conviction.
“And I you.” was Cynthia’s reply.
That was all the younger woman needed to hear. She
reached up and pulled the straps of Cynthia’s suit down over her
shoulders, exposing her large plentiful mounds. No sooner were
they exposed to the open air when her mouth was on them. With a
savage hunger, she took Cynthia’s equally large nipples between her
teeth and lips. The thought that these were the same breasts
that Courtney had once suckled at brought a sinful thrill to her.
One which caused her inferno to blaze even hotter.
Even as her mouth feasted on Cynthia’s bountiful charms,
Nicole slid her hand underwater and between Cynthia’s legs. Her
fingers slid under the thin material of her suit and pressed against
the bushy mouth within.
Now it was Cynthia’s turn to moan as she felt the touch of a
lover’s hand where only she had touched for so very long. Then it
moved to the center of the mound and rubbed against it. As her
finger became lubricated by the wetness there, Nicole slowly slid
it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Cynthia's lips as Nicole
slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second.
“Oh yes...” Cynthia said softly as she leaned back against
the edge of the pool and enjoyed Nicole’s dual ministrations.
The constant friction of Nicole’s hand against her clit sent
ripples of delight radiating out from Cynthia’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.
As the volume of the moans in Nicole’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, heralding the
arrival of a long absent rapture.
Suddenly, Cynthia’s body stiffened as the cascading waves
of bliss broke on the shoals of her sexuality. Her pulse raced and
her breaths became shallow. Had she not already been immersed
in water, her body would’ve been covered with sweat.
“Oh God!” she panted as she collapsed exhausted against
the side of the pool. “I can’t believe how long its been since I felt
so good.”
“I can make you feel even better.” Nicole purred as she
pressed her cheek against Cynthia’s.
“I’d like that.” Cynthia replied.
Dripping wet, Nicole climbed out of the pool into the warm
afternoon air. Cynthia followed close behind.
“I think I need a few minutes to catch my breath.” Cynthia
said as she sat on the beach chair poolside.
“Why don’t you relax on this towel.” Nicole suggested as she
indicated the large oversized beach towel spread out on the
ground. “I give a great massage.”
“Sounds like an excellent suggestion.” Cynthia laughed as
she moved from the chair to the ground.
Now, out in the open, Nicole had a chance to get her first
real look at Cynthia’s nude form. If she hadn’t already known her
age, her guess would be at least a decade younger.
Of course the first thing any man or woman would’ve
noticed were her prodigious breasts. The dark pink circles in the
center of each were over two inches wide, the long nubs in the
middle were thick and almost a quarter inch long. The rest of her
body reflected the passage of years, most noticeably the gray and
white of her pubic mound. Still, she was an attractive woman and
could radiate a raw sexuality that Nicole found enticing.
Positioning herself in a kneeing position to Cynthia’s right,
Nicole began to massage her shoulders. Her grip could be both
strong and gentle, working magic on the older woman’s flesh.
Expertly she worked her way down, applying pressure to the small
of Cynthia’s back before she moved outward to her arms.
Laying face down with her eyes closed, Cynthia was enjoying
the massage. Nicole was better than the professional masseuse at
the health club where she worked out.
A broad smile filled her face as she imagined what would be
the reaction of her neighbor, Mrs. Carlsen if she were to look out
her window right now. The sign of Cynthia naked, laying under an
equally naked black woman half her age might be enough to give the
snoopy biddy a heart attack. True, the houses were far apart to
supposedly afford a large measure of privacy, but there had been a
few times Cynthia had spotted Mrs. Carlsen standing on her porch
with her telescope pointed at anything but the heavens.
“Oooo” Cynthia sighed as she felt Nicole’s hands press
against her buttocks. “That feels good.”
Nicole continued down along the older woman’s legs, then
began working her way upward once more. When she got back to
Cynthia’s shoulders, she swung her leg over the prone form and
straddled her new love.
Lowing herself, she pressed her own not unimpressive
breasts against the small of Cynthia’s back and rubbed them up and
down. She continued bottomward retracing the path she had just
completed, this time replacing her hands with her generous
mounds.
“Mmmm, that feels even better.” Cynthia commented.
This time, Nicole paused at Cynthia’s wide bottom and began
to cover it with soft kisses. She spread her cheeks and kissed the
sensitive area in between. Reaching inward with her tongue, she
caressed her anal entry. Cynthia jumped with excitement, no one
had ever done that to her. As Nicole continued to probe Cynthia’s
nether region, she reached down between her legs and again
rubbed the swollen clit she had so stimulated a short time before.
This again brought a series of pleasing moans to her ears.
“Roll over.” she said as she lifted herself to give Cynthia
room.
More than happy to comply, Cynthia shifted onto her back.
Nicole quickly lowered herself once more and replaced her finger
with her tongue. Already saturated, Cynthia’s pussy offered no
resistance to the hard tip of Nicole’s tongue. It slid effortlessly
into it’s dark recess, bringing with it a whole new series of erotic
delights.
A small residue of sticky film from her recent orgasm still
remained. Nicole quickly licked it clean, savoring the taste. She
took a moment to compare the flavor to Courtney’s. While
different, it was just as pleasing.
Not content to just lay back, Cynthia took hold of the back
of Nicole’s head and pressed her deeper into the crevice between
her legs. Right now she couldn’t care if the entire town council, of
which she was a member, was pulling up the driveway. All that
mattered was that Nicole left her tongue exactly where it was.
Again, it didn’t take long for Nicole’s experienced touch to
drive Cynthia over the brink. Spreading her legs wide to give
Nicole the widest possible access, Cynthia bucked forward with
each dart of Nicole’s eager tongue. Repeatedly it slid in and out of
her moist hole, then up and down the length of her cunt before
sliding inward
once more.
“Oh God, I’m cumming again!” Cynthia shouted.
While the explosion that rocked her body wasn’t as powerful
as the one which had preceded it, still it was more than enough.
Her face pressed tightly against Cynthia’s mound, Nicole quickly
lapped up the results of her efforts. Undiluted by the water
which had mixed with her last orgasm, the feminine ambrosia make
Nicole hunger for more.
Now it was Nicole’s turn. She quickly began licking up way up
the length of Cynthia’s body. She paused at her breasts just long
enough to give each a playful kiss. A kiss that was repeated
against Cynthia’s willing lips.
Lifting herself upward, Nicole continued until her breasts
were even with those selfsame lips. Balancing herself on one hand,
Nicole lifted her right breast and offered it to Cynthia.
It was an offering that the blonde woman was eager to take.
She lifted herself up until her lips closed on the dark brown
nipples, sucking it deep into her mouth.
It had been more years than Cynthia cared to remember,
but the taste of honey that she always associated with a woman’s
breasts quickly brought back memories of how to please. Her own
tongue tickled the tip of the chocolate nipple, then ran circles
around the dark aureole. Then she left a trail of kisses and gentle
nibbles down the side of the lighter tan globe and up the side of
it’s twin. Nicole couldn’t help but be impressed by the older
woman’s skill.
As much as she wanted to attend to the fire between her
legs, a blaze that was crying for attention, Nicole wanted to wait
until she was sure Cynthia had her fill. Finally, she sensed
Cynthia’s desire for her ebony orbs had been satisfied and pulled
them from her mouth.
Cynthia reluctantly released her hold on the chocolate
delight held between her lips, mindful that even greater delights
were still to come. She eased herself back against the towel even
as Nicole moved even further upward, until her legs were on each
side of Cynthia’s head - her own dark mound inches from her face.
The scent of Nicole’s womanhood filled Cynthia’s nostrils,
moments before the younger woman lowered herself and filled her
mouth with the taste to go with the aroma.
Like an eager schoolgirl, Cynthia reached out duplicated the
actions Nicole had so aptly demonstration on her. Her thoughts
drifted backward to years gone by, and to lovers long since
forgotten. Until this moment, she didn’t realize how much she had
missed this. Or that how much she envied her daughter for having
had the strength to follow her conviction.
The thought of Courtney and the fact that she was in
exactly the same position she’d see her in last night, with the same
lover was a fact that she found highly erotic. She wondered if
Nicole felt the same way.
If Nicole were willing to share her thoughts, she couldn’t
find the voice to do so. Every aspect of her being was centered on
the tongue within her cunt and the unbelievable feeling of joy that
was radiating from it. Over the years, Nicole had more lovers than
she could easily recall. Some had been better than others.
Through it all, Nicole had considered herself a skillful lover. But
she had to admit, she herself could take lessons from Cynthia.
Hands pressed tightly against the soft buns of Nicole’s ass,
Cynthia pulled her lover as close as she could. Nicole moaned again
and again as Cynthia's tongue worked it's way deep within her.
The more the tangy taste of sweat and cum filled her mouth, the
more intense became Cynthia's desire to bring the girl to a new
level of euphoria.
Finally, Nicole’s body tensed and she arched her body,
stretching out her arms for support. She trembled with
indescribable ecstasy as a rushing wave of girlcum burst upon
across Cynthia's pulsating tongue and open mouth. Pressing her
face as far within the girl's open valley as she could, Cynthia
swallowed surge upon surge of womanly joy. It was like sweat
nectar, bringing with it the memories of youth. She made herself
a promise that it wouldn't be anywhere near as long before she
tasted it again.
So intense had been Nicole's eruption, that Cynthia was
unable to swallow all of it. Small drippings of the precious fruit of
her efforts ran off her chin and down to her breasts. Her mouth
and nose were likewise covered with a sweet film of girljuice.
“Who says you can’t go back again.” Cynthia said to herself
as Nicole laid down beside her.
She pulled the younger woman closer and kissed her again,
the taste of female love still on her lips.
Later that night, Cynthia and Nicole were laying in bed
together, enjoying each other’s company. The phone rang and
Cynthia reluctantly answered it.
“Hi Mom!” said an excited Courtney. “How’s everything
going?”
“Oh everything’s fine, sweetheart.” Cynthia answered as she
tried to keep from laughing as Nicole tickled under her breast.
“How are you getting along with Nicole?” Courtney asked.
“I’m hope you really didn’t mind my telling her it was OK to spend
the weekend.”
“Oh, no problem.” Cynthia beamed as she playfully slapped
Nicole’s hand. “In fact we’ve been getting along fabulously.”
“Really?”
“Oh you know how it is with the girls of Delta Theta Phi...”
Cynthia laughed. “Its just a matter of finding a common taste.”
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1996
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