Cheating Heart
          	 by Ann Douglas


	"Excuse me, is this the room for the aerobics class?" asked
a soft musical voice from behind Karen.


	"That it is,"  Karen said as she started to turn around. "In
fact ,I'm your instructor, Karen......"


	The dark  haired woman stopped in mid-sentence as she
turned and looked into the most beautiful green eyes she had ever
seen.  They belonged to an oriental girl about 22, a few inches
shorter than Karen's 5"7".  Try as she could, Karen couldn't bring
to mind a word to describe her features.  Beautiful was not right,
and cute not enough.  Classic was the best Karen could do, and even
that didn't seem really right.


	"Excuse me,"  Karen said, realizing she was staring. "My
name is Karen O'Brien, and like I started to say before I forgot
how to speak was that I'm the instructor for the course."


	"Keiko Yamaguchi,"  She smiled.  "And I guess you're the
person that I want to see.  Is it ok to join in just for tonight's
class. I'm only in town for a few days so I really don't want to have
to join some kind of membership."


	"Well, the people who run this YWCA usually frown on that
kind of thing, they're really big on collecting dues and such." 
Karen answered, finding herself getting lost in those emerald
pools.  "But I guess I can sneak you in, just don't mention it to
anyone else ok?"


	"Thanks, I appreciate it."  The Japanese woman said and
headed for the locker room.


	As she walked away, Karen found herself staring at her
swaying ass.  I'm getting as bad as those jocks in the gym, she
thought to herself.  Still, it was a really nice ass.
	


	Halfway through the class, Karen was having a hard time
keeping her mind on the exercise routines.  She kept stealing
glances at Keiko in the far end of the third row.  This is silly, she
told herself, I'm acting like a swooning teenage.  Not only am I
sixteen years older than her, but I've been in a relationship with
Amanda for almost five years now.  She's probably not even into
girls anyway.  


	After repeating all the arguments to herself, Karen still
found Ms. Yamaguchi the center of her attention.  True the age
difference might be a dozen years, nearly double that which
separated her and Amanda.  Also true that she'd always been
attracted to older women.  Yet times and tastes change, and after
all, Amanda had been gone for the last four months.  It would still
be another three weeks before she returned from the oceanic
research cruise the College had sent her on.  Then again, as in the
past, this was after all just a harmless little fantasy.  Something
to help keep her warm when she crawled into her empty bed later
that night.


	Finally the class was over and the large group of women
headed for the showers.  Karen stood behind and picked up a few
loose items.  She was wiping the sweat from her face when she
realized she wasn't alone.  Turning, she was again face to face with
Keiko Yamaguchi.


	"I just wanted to thank you again for letting me into the
class,"  She said, her voice like a musical instrument.  "You're
really very good at this, if I was going to be around longer I'd
definitely sign up for the course."


	"Thanks for the compliment,"  Karen smiled, trying very hard
not to be aware of Keiko's sweat covered breasts a few feet in
front of her.  While not very large, they were in perfect
proportion to her size.  "I really only do this part time.  During the
daytime hours I'm usually a research assistant over at WRDJ,
Channel 3.  This just gives me a chance  to keep in shape and make
a little extra doing it."


	"That's funny....."  Keiko laughed.  "I'm with Channel 8 out in
Los Angeles, I was out here doing a feature piece on the trade
conference and decided to stay the weekend. I've never been to
New York before."


	"You're a reporter?"  Karen asked, suddenly interested in
more than the young woman's breasts.


	"Well feature stories only so far, but I'm working my way
up.  This was the first out of town assignment I've ever gotten.  I
take that as a big plus."


	"I used to dream of being the person who actually went out
and got the news," Karen said.  "But research was as far as I ever
got."


	"Well I'm sure that was Channel 3's loss."  Keiko replied.


	"Everyone else's already showered,"  Karen said, changing
the subject.  "We'd better hurry before there's no more hot
water."




	As the two women showered,  Karen's thoughts again turned
erotic.  She felt the little tingles from between her legs as she
watched Keiko soap up her body.  After watching dozens of out of
shape housewives over the last few months, it was a joy to admire
such a fine body.  While Keiko had her back to her, Karen slid a
soapy finger into her own pussy and softly rubbed against the clit,
thinking how nice it would feel to help the golden skinned woman
wash.


	A stream of soap tinged water ran down the crack of that
beautiful ass as Karen wished she could just walk over and kiss it. 
When the Japanese woman began to wash and squeeze those
bouncy round breasts, Karen had to bite down to keep from
moaning in admiration.  She knew what the subject of her dreams
tonight would be.


	Drying themselves in the locker room, Karen kept her eyes
on anything but Keiko.  She was sure she had been too obvious in
the shower and didn't want to compound it out here among the
other women. 


	" Damn Amanda for going on the research trip, " She
thought,  "Leaving me alone all this time."


	 As a Professor of  Oceanic Studies, Amanda Bishop could
easily take six months off to engage in research, but Karen wasn't
so lucky.  That had always been one of the sticking  points of their
relationship - the difference in their economic and social
standings.  It had come up before, but had always vanished as soon
as they were in bed together.  That was one of the reasons Karen
had taken this part time job at the Y, so she could pay an equal
share of the expenses.


	
	"Karen?"  Keiko said as she walked over and sat down beside
Karen who was trying her sneakers.  "Do you have any dinner
plans?"


	"Dinner plans?"  Karen asked questioningly.


	"Well I was planning to go out to dinner after the class, and
I really hate eating alone.  Besides, I owe you for the class."


	Karen thought about it for a few moments. Thought of what
Amanda would think of her having dinner with a woman half the
Oceanographer's age. She knew Amanda was always jealous of her
spending time with other women, but then again, Amanda was over
six thousand miles away.


	"No plans, I'd love to join you."  Karen answered with a wide
smile.  "Just let me lock up and I'll be right with you."




	Dinner turned out to be at Georgio's, one of the best Italian
Restaurants on the Upper East Side.  By the time the desert came,
Karen felt like she'd know Keiko months instead of a few hours. 
At first she was worried how she'd skirt around the issue of her
lesbianism.  Normally she didn't care who knew it, but some people
were very put off by it. Her usual attitude was, hey this is what I
am, if you don't like it - tough!  But she really didn't want Keiko to
dislike her for any reason.  For the first time in months, she was
really enjoying herself.  And the question of whether she had a
man in her life never even came up.


	"Will there be anything else?"  The waiter asked?


	"No, that will be it."  Keiko said as the waiter placed the
check on the table and she reached into her purse for her credit
card.


	"I wish you'd let me at least pay for my own dinner?"  Karen
said, her old habit of wanting to pay her own way cropping up.


	"Nonsense,"  Keiko said as she placed her credit card on the
small tray.  "I did invite you after all.  Besides, it all goes on my
expense account."


	As Keiko again reached for her card and the receipt upon
the waiter's return, Karen spotted something she had totally
overlooked earlier. There on the Japanese woman's slender left
hand was a gold wedding band.  She was married!


	The black haired woman's heart sunk as her little bubble
burst.  Sure it had all been a fantasy, but she wanted it to end on a
happy note.  Why hadn't she spotted it earlier.


	As they left the restaurant and walked down the street,
Keiko felt the change in Karen.


	"Is there something wrong?"


	"No, nothing,"  Karen answered, forcing a smile.  "Its just
been a long day and all."


	"Oh, I'm so sorry I've kept you out so late."  Keiko said
apologetically. "I've been enjoying myself so much that I've
completely lost track of the time."


	"I guess it is kind of late and you must be wanting to get
back to your hotel,"  Karen said as she looked at her watch and
noted that it was almost 11.  "Its about 08:00 in LA, you might
want to call your husband before you turn in."


	"Husband?"  Keiko asked, a puzzled look on her face.  "What
makes you think I'm married?"


	"Well the ring for one thing."


	"The ring.... Omigosh, I forgot I was even wearing it."  Keiko
exclaimed as she looked down at her hand.  "I've been divorced for
almost two years now."


	"And you still wear his ring?"


	"Well actually, this one's  a family heirloom, it belonged to
my grandmother.  I usually wear it to discourage guys.  You know,
they find out you’re single and right away all you are is another
skirt to get into.  They have a hard time taking you serious after
that."


	"I know the feeling."  Karen said, her smile returning with
the news.


	As they walked and talked, Karen noted that they were only
two blocks from her apartment.


	"Since you bought the dinner, would you like to come up for a
nightcap?"  Karen asked apprehensively.  "We can call you a cab
from the apartment."


	After a long moment, Keiko said she would love to.




	"Make yourself comfortable,"  Karen said as she turned to
lock the door behind them.


	"Nice place,"  Keiko said as she admired a row of photos on
the mantelpiece.  "Your roommate?" She asked as she spotted a
photo of Karen and Amanda taken last year.


	"Er yes..."  Karen replied.  "She's away right now."


	"This really is a lovely apartment,"  Keiko said as she
dropped the subject and moved on.  "So unlike the decor you find
in Los Angeles."


	Karen quickly poured the nightcaps and handed one to Keiko.


	"New friends,"  She said raising her glass.


	"Definitely!"  Keiko responded as she took a drink.


	After they both finished the toast, Karen again looked into
those haunting green eyes.  Less than a foot separated them and
she felt flush.  She knew she should call for the cab, but she
didn't want her fantasy evening to end.


	She then leaned forward and kissed Keiko on the lips.


	The kiss lasted just a second, and once it was done, Karen
took a step back.  She looked into the oriental girl's face for a
reaction but found only the same calmness it had all evening.  Then,
suddenly, her face widened into a smile.


	"Oh God,"  Karen exclaimed.  "I wanted to do that all
evening.  I just wasn't sure how you would take it."


	"To tell the truth,"  Keiko answered. "Until this moment,
neither did I."


	She then took a step forward and returned the  kiss.  This
time they embraced and held the kiss much longer.


	"This night has been so wonderful,"  Karen said, still holding
her.  "And I'll understand if you want to leave."


	"Actually, I was thinking it might be pretty nice to stay." 
was Keiko's reply.


	Karen's face just glowed at the response.






	Karen quickly led the short haired oriental to the couch and
kissed her once again.  This time the kiss was long and deep.  She
felt Keiko's mouth open, allowing her tongue easy access.  Their
tongues met and began to dart in and out of each other’s mouths.


	While this exchange took place, Karen began to unbutton
Keiko's blouse, slipping her hand within.  The Japanese woman's
body trembled as she felt the Irish girl slip her hand inside her
bra.  Her hand cupped the small breasts and soon her fingers
began to work their magic on the small nipples.  Keiko let out a soft
moan, just to let Karen know that she wanted her to continue.


	The rest of the buttons quickly followed and soon the light
blue blouse was on the floor.  The half cup bra joined it, giving
Karen a good look at the golden mounds she had only glimpsed in
the shower.


	"They're beautiful...."  Karen smiled.


	"They're too small..."  Keiko countered.


	"Nonsense,"  Karen retorted as she cupped one in each hand. 
"Anything more than a mouthful goes to waste anyway."


	With that her mouth was on the dark drown nipples, her
tongue covering the small protruding tips.


	"Oh that's nice..."  Keiko sighed as she felt the wetness of
the white girl's mouth.


	Karen continued to make oral  love to the Oriental's breasts,
even as her hands moved down and undid the clips of Keiko's skirt. 
Keiko shifted a little, lifting her ass off the couch.  With a quick
tug, the skirt and panties now topped the growing pile of clothes.


	Karen began to kiss downward, covering the golden belly,
converging on the small triangle of hair below.  She was fascinated
by the absence of any real body hair.  What little there was around
Keiko's mound was trimmed tight against the skin.  Her own bush
was quite large and full, in preference to Amanda's taste.   


	Her fingers stroked the outer walls of Keiko's pussy, then
Karen moved closer and kissed it in the center.  She could smell
Keiko's perfume, it was obvious that she had put some there at the
gym. As she continued to kiss the outer edges, she slipped a finger
inside.  Soon it was followed by a second, then a third.  Finally, her
probing tongue followed it.


	Keiko had stretched her legs as far apart as she could,
balancing herself on the back of the couch.  For the moment she
was content to just lay back and enjoy Karen's ministrations.  She
couldn't help but note how much nicer it felt than any of the men
who had eaten her.  Those few who had been willing to even try she
corrected herself.


	For a good ten minutes Karen drove her eager tongue in and
out of the cavity of oriental delight.  Every woman tasted
different, but Keiko was somehow ever more unique.  Perhaps it
was just her imagination, perhaps not.


	"I want to see you naked!"  Keiko said as she pulled Karen
away.  "I want to make love to you too."


	Karen stood and began to slowing pull her shirt over her
head.  The she reached up and played with her large 36 inch
breasts, still within the confines of her bra.  Those beautiful
emerald eyes were riveted on her hand as she undid the front
clasp and sent the white material floating to the floor.


	As they popped free, she grabbed a breast in each hand and
gave them a playful squeeze.  She had never really been impressed
by breast size, but she could tell Keiko was.  


	She leaned forward, one knee on the couch and lifted her
right breast to Keiko's mouth.  The Japanese girl reached out with
her tongue and lightly licked the already erect nipple.  After a
third pass with her tongue, she reached up and guided the whole of
Karen's aureole into her waiting mouth.  


	Keiko sucked tenderly at first, like the newborn she in a way
was.  Then her motions became stronger and she pulled more and
more flesh into her mouth.  While she suckled at the first breasts,
her free hand sought out the second and fondled it.  Soon she
switched positions and lifted the other nipple to her mouth.


	Karen let her take her time exploring the new sensation,
remembering her own first experience with a woman.  Her own
delight at the first time she had actually touched another woman's
body.
	Running her fingers through Keiko's short almost boyish
hair, she whispered sweat words of encouragement.  Words that
translated into an increased desire by Keiko to please her.


	Keiko then began to move her attentions down Karen's body,
duplicating the motion Karen had used on her earlier.  Have to give
her credit, Karen said to herself, she's a fast learner.


	Keiko's first attempts at cunnilingus were awkward, even a
little rough.  Karen reached down and pulled her own lips aside for
the neophyte lover, giving her a clear view of her objective.


	"Take your time,"  She whispered.  "Just lick it softly, it'll
come to you."


	Sure enough, after a few minutes, Keiko began to develop a
rhythm of her own and began to send little sparks into the walls of
Karen's love tunnel.  I was right, Karen congratulated herself,
defiantly a fast learner.


	Soon Keiko was rewarded with her first tastes of girlcum as
Karen's body began to respond in earnest.


	"Let's move to the floor."  Karen said as she guided Keiko
into a 69 position.  "That way we can both enjoy it."


	For the next half hour, the two women lapped at each other,
taking turns increasing and decreasing their passion.  Karen knew
she was close, but was determined to hold off until Keiko was
ready.


	It wasn't long, and both women exploded in unison.  Globs of
hot cum gushed from each as they each buried their face in the
other's mound.  Keiko had never experienced an orgasm like this
and she wanted it to go on and on.  Her face was covered with
love-juice, but she continued to lick away between  Karen's legs. 
But all good things must end as they say and finally both were
exhausted.  


	For twenty minutes they laid entangled in each other’s arms. 
Their bodies covered with sweat and cum, they silently kissed and
licked each other.


	"I'm so glad I met you tonight,"  Keiko said softly.  "I'd
never have had the courage to try something like this back home."


	"I'm just as glad to have met you," Karen replied as she
kissed Keiko's breast.  "It's been so long since I've felt this good. 
I wish I could........"


	Just then the ringing of the phone interrupted her.  She let
it ring a second time, thinking she should let the machine pick it up. 
Then she decided to answer it.




	"Hello?" She said, continuing to play with Keiko's breasts.


	"Karen.....can you hear me?"  Came the voice on the phone.


	It was a few seconds before Karen realized it was Amanda's
voice.


	"Amanda?"


	"Hi lover, you don't know how delightful it is to hear your
voice."  replied the voice over the receiver.  "I'm in Los Angeles."


	"Is something wrong?"  Karen asked as she let go of Keiko's
breast and lifted herself into a sitting position.  "I thought you
would still be out at sea for another few weeks."


	"We had engine problems and had to cut the trip short.  I
have to wrap up a few loose ends out here over the weekend, but I
should be home by Sunday night."


	"That's great..."   Karen said, wondering if she really meant
it.
	"Karen, there's something I want to say, something I don't
want to wait for Sunday for you to hear."


	"Yes...."


	"Baby,  I love you, I don't think I've ever realized how much
until the last few weeks.  At first I was so involved in my work
that I didn't see how much I hurt you by just up and leaving like
that.  Then as I began to miss you more and more , I knew that no
work was worth leaving you again."


	"Oh God Mandy, you don't know how long I've waited to hear
you say that.  I can't wait for you to get home."


	"Well Sunday's only another day and a half, it'll go by
quickly.  I hope you've been taking care of yourself. I was  passing
a phone in the hotel lobby, we haven't even checked in yet, and I
suddenly felt the need to call you.  Have you eaten dinner?  I know
how you get after those Friday night classes at the Y, you get so
worked up you forget to eat at all."


	At Amanda's mention of the aerobic class, Karen suddenly
remembered Keiko was lying beside her.  For the moment she was
at a loss for words.


	"Karen...are you there?"


	"Er yes......I'm here,"  She said as she saw Keiko sit up and
smile.  "Must be the connection."


	Keiko brought her finger up to her lips and signaled silence. 
There was no need for Karen to mention her lapse of fidelity.


	"I was asking if you've been remembering to eat?"


	"Oh yes, don't worry about that, I brought a little Japanese
home after the class, it was delicious." Karen said, smiling as Keiko.


	"I didn't know you liked Japanese."  Amanda said.


	"It's a newly acquired taste."  came Karen's answer.


	"Honey, Dr. Walsh is calling for me to catch up. I have to go. 
I'll be on Continental Flight 203 on Sunday, we'll get in about
5:30."


	"Fine, I'll pick you up then."


	"Good-bye love, and when I get home I want to start over. 
As far as I'm concerned, anything that happened before 5:30
Sunday never existed."


	"That's fine by me, I love you too."


	"All right in the world with your lover?  Keiko asked.	


	"Yeh,"  Karen said sheeplessly.  "I guess Sunday will be a new
beginning, this time maybe we can make it work."


	"I'm glad, maybe when I get back to LA I'll be able to find
someone as nice as you."


	"I'm sure you will."  Karen said, feeling a little awkward. 
"Listen, Keiko, about tonight......"


	Keiko placed her outstretched finger on Karen's lips.


	"What happened within these four walls will always remain
here."  She said.  "When I walk out that door, all that will bind us
are memories.  A memory I for one will cherish."


	Karen just had to reach out and embrace Keiko.  Another
time and place things might've been very different.  But deep down
she knew she had to give Amanda her chance at that fresh start.


	"You know, "  Karen said in a quiet voice. "You don't have to
walk out that door right this minute."


 	Keeping to her word,  the Japanese woman never looked
back when she walked out the door  - early Sunday afternoon.


END	  
       
 (c) Ann Douglas 1994

   
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