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A Night In The Life
by Ann Douglas
'This place hasn't
changed since I was a little
girl,' Claire Mooney thought as
she took in the unchanged decor of
Rossi's Barber Shop. 'It's like
stepping back in time.'
From the old style
barber chairs to the wall mounted
photographs of famous patrons, all
seemed exactly like they had been on the
thirty-two year old's last visit, back
when she was all of thirteen. Once
a month, she would accompany her father
and younger brother, Brian, to the local
landmark and wait patiently while they
had their hair cut. She would do
so secure in the knowledge that their
next stop would be the Ice Cream
Emporium just down the street, an
establishment nearly as old and
famed. The Saturday afternoon
ritual had been established on the
occasion of her brother's first haircut,
and soon became a constant in their
young lives.
Staying at her
parents' house here in Brooklyn the last
few months had brought on a wave of
nostalgia to the recently divorced
architect, resurrecting a score of old
memories. The one about the weekly
trip to the Emporium had prompted her to
offer to take her nephews Clark and
Bruce for their monthly haircuts and in
the process, introduce them to the old
tradition - one her brother had
shamefully allowed to lapse.
As she waited for her
older nephew to be finished, Claire
again noted one obvious change in the
years since her last visit.
Whereas the man who had cut Bruce's hair
was unmistakably related to the previous
generation of barbers, her recollection
of them reinforced by a large photo on
the wall, Clark was being attended to by
an attractive young woman. If
Claire had to guess, she'd put the girl
as no more then twenty one or so.
Five nine with short
black hair cut an inch above her
neckline, she had flawless porcelain
skin, classic features, and eyes so
deeply brown as to be almost as dark as
her hair. Wearing only the
slightest trace of makeup, the young
woman was a breathtaking beauty.
More than once, Claire had caught Clark
sneaking a look at the well-proportioned
body beneath the open dark blue smock
she wore, her ample bust clearly visible
against a form fitting t-shirt.
'Boys will be
boys,' Claire thought, recalling
that her nephew had only recently turned
eleven, just about the age his father
had been when he'd begun to really
notice the differences in the opposite
sex.
The thought of those
days brought a smile as Claire recalled
the lengths Brian, who was three years
her junior, would go to in order to
catch similar glimpses of her high
school girlfriends. Especially in
the case of Judy Mitchell, who, ever
since she had quite spectacularly hit
puberty, took an almost perverse delight
in wearing tops guaranteed to give the
boys, and even a few of their fathers,
impure
thoughts.
Putting the memory
aside, Claire turned her attention back
to the woman before her. Despite
the lack of any family resemblance, and
given the multi-generational nature of
the business - it had been started by
the current owner's grandfathers - she
wondered if the young woman might be a
daughter that took more after her mother
in
appearance.
"All done,"
said the woman whose name Claire later
learned was Adrianna said, holding up a
large hand mirror so that Clark could
see the back of his head.
Moving his head right
and left, Clark satisfied himself that
the cut met his standards.
Deciding it did, he turned back to
Adrianna and smiled, vocalizing his
appreciation of her efforts.
"Always glad to have
a satisfied customer," Adrianna
replied as she unclipped the collar of
the protective cape Clark had been
wearing, shaking it clean as scattered
hair clippings dropped to the
floor.
As Clark jumped out
of the chair, Adrianna reached for a
nearby broom and used it and a dustpan
on a pole to quickly sweep up the
scattered hair; the motions giving Clark
an even better opportunity to admire her
well-formed bust as her unbuttoned smock
swung
open.
With an appreciative
smile on his face, Clark headed for the
rack on the far wall where Bruce had
already retrieved his own jacket.
As he did, Claire reached into her purse
and withdrew a number of large
denomination bills, thinking as she did
that the boys' cuts had cost more than
twice what she'd remembered her Dad's
and Brian's costing.
Cash in hand, Claire
stepped toward the old fashioned
register where Adrianna was writing up a
receipt on an equally old time billing
pad. Tearing off the top sheet and
a carbon, the dark haired woman impaled
the original on a tall spike on the
counter, atop a pile that showed it had
indeed been a profitable
morning.
"And a copy for
you," Adrianna said with a warm
smile as she handed the other sheet to
Claire, accepting at the same time the
bills in her other hand. Her smile
grew noticeably larger as the older
woman motioned for her to keep the
difference.
Thinking the
handwritten receipt quaint in a world of
ATM cards and Smart Phone transactions,
Claire was about to simply slip it into
her pocket when she noticed that
Adrianna had written something across
the bottom of it. Much to the
older woman's surprise, it was her name
and number, along with the notation to
give her a call.
"I'm afraid I already
have a stylist," Claire said,
assuming the young woman was simply
trying to drum up business.
"And she does
excellent work," Adrianna said in
reference to Claire's shoulder length
blonde hair, "but I, well, I don't
normally do things like this, at least
not at work, but from the way you kept
staring at me while I was cutting your
nephew's hair, I thought that
perhaps you might like to have a
drink sometime."
"A drink?"
Claire repeated, confusion evident in
her tone and expression.
"I guess I read it
wrong," Adrianna quickly replied,
Claire's reaction prompting her
reply. "I hope you're not
offended."
"Read it
wrong?" Claire repeated, still not
understanding what had just
happened.
Realizing that,
Adrianna felt obligated to offer more of
an explanation.
"Like I said, I
normally don't do things like this,
giving my number to women I don't even
know," she began, "but it
seemed like every time I glanced into
the wall mirror, I could see your eyes
on me. Not seeing a ring on your
finger or anything, I thought, well, I
thought it worth letting you know that
if you were interested, I ... Oh never
mind, I was wrong and let's just leave
it at that."
'Oh my
goodness,' Claire thought, finally
realizing what the woman was talking
about.
She also realized
that perhaps she had encouraged the
assumption by spending what now did
indeed seem an inappropriate amount of
time staring at her. If anything,
she should be the one apologizing.
Before she did, however, she glanced
back over her shoulder, making sure that
her nephews were too far away to have
overheard the exchange.
Satisfied that they
were, she apologized for her part in the
misunderstanding, explaining that her
interest had been motivated solely by
the inconsistency between Adrianna's
presence and the memories of her
youth.
"No harm done,"
the short haired girl smiled, "and
again, I hope it didn't offend
you."
For the second time,
Claire glanced backward to check on the
boys and their distance, taking note
that Clark now had his coat on and both
of them had impatient looks on their
faces. Well, they could wait
another minute, she thought.
"Not at all. If
anything, I guess I should be
flattered," Claire said in an
equally low voice, alluding to their
obvious age difference. "It's been
a long time since anyone..."
"I find that hard to
believe," Adrianna interrupted,
making it clear she thought Claire an
attractive woman.
Whatever response
Claire might have made next was
interrupted by the appearance of Bruce
at her side, querying if they were ready
to go. Saying that they would be a
moment, she turned back toward Adrianna,
only to find that the young woman was
already seating her next customer in the
recently vacated chair.
The moment having
passed, she slipped the receipt into her
pocket and followed Bruce toward his
brother, who was waiting by the
door.
-=-=-=-
Thirty minutes later,
sitting in a booth at the Emporium,
Claire discovered the brief conversation
in the barber shop still on her
mind. She'd barely touched the
dish of ice cream now melting in front
of her, and Bruce, who had quickly
finished his, was offering to see that
it didn't go to waste. With a half
smile, she slid it over towards
him.
With Bruce's
attention now on the additional treat,
and Clark's centered on a quartet of
girls from his school in an adjacent
booth, Claire allowed her mind to
wander. As it did, it touched on
an unrealized
truth.
Her explanation as to
why she had been staring at Adrianna was
indeed true, but only partially
so. Even if Claire hadn't realized
it at the time, the attractive young
woman had reawakened thoughts in the
divorcee that had been dormant for so
many years that she had failed to
recognize
them.
A decade before,
while attending college in San
Francisco, Claire had gone through a
bisexual period. Being twenty-five
hundred miles from home and everyone she
knew had allowed her the freedom to
explore her curiosity about Sapphic
love. She had never considered it
anything more than a bit of
experimentation, a gay until graduation
phase that she had left behind with the
California sun. After all, once
back home, she'd led a more conventional
sex life, as least as far as gender was
concerned. One which involved a
number of men, until she finally found
the one she'd
married.
Claire had met Dave
Mooney, who was six years her senior, at
a New Year's Eve party a few years after
coming back East. Fellow
architects, they seemed to hit it off
almost immediately and in what, in
hindsight, now seemed much too short a
time, they went from dating exclusively
to living together to walking down the
aisle.
After the honeymoon,
they settled into a comfortable life,
both growing professionally and
personally, each secure of the other's
support. The sex hadn't been bad
either; the only disappointment in that
regard being that it hadn't led to
children. As time went on,
however, things began to slowly
change.
Even now, looking
back, Claire couldn't explain why what
had been passionate fires had
inexplicably cooled. There was
never any single incident she could
point to, only the realization that,
without warning and in a very brief
time, they inexplicably went from lovers
to little more than roommates - at much
too young an age for the marriage to
survive. They'd tried for almost a
year to rekindle the spark, but found
little success. Finally, by mutual
consent, they faced the inevitable and
dissolved the marriage. That had
been eight months
ago.
Dropping her nephews
off at her brother's apartment, Claire
continued around the block to her
parents' home. For the first six
months after the divorce, she'd sublet
an apartment from a co-worker working on
an assignment out in the Midwest.
When that was no longer an option, she'd
accepted her father's offer of the
basement apartment that had been
originally built for her grandmother.
Originally, she'd
only planned to stay a week or two,
certainly no more than a month - just
long enough to get her life back on
track and find her own place.
Eventually, however, the convenience of
being only a short train ride to her
office in lower Manhattan proved
irresistible, and she was still
there.
Her parents were away
for the weekend, and with nothing to do
until later that evening, Claire decided
to catch up on the laundry. That
was another advantage of having moved
back home, a washer and dryer that
wasn't several blocks away at a
commercial Laundromat.
Loading up the
washer, she was about to close the top
when she noticed a stain on her
blouse. Without a second thought,
she pulled it off and added it to the
load. Then, deciding she might as
well wash the whole outfit, she tossed
the rest in as well. Standing
totally naked, she turned on the machine
and exited back to the renovated half of
the basement.
Pulling an oversized
t-shirt from a drawer, she was about to
put it on, then paused as she glanced at
her reflection in the mirror above the
bureau. Even two years past the
dreaded thirtieth birthday, Claire had
to say she was still satisfied with the
body looking back at her.
At just a hair under
five ten, she still weighed close to
what she had in college. Her
breasts might not have been the sort
that drew her nephew's interest earlier,
but she couldn't recall ever having a
complaint about them.
The bush over her
mound was naturally lightly haired,
generally eliminating her need for more
than casual grooming. Once, as a
surprise for Dave, she had shaved it
totally bare. That was a mistake
that hadn't been repeated. The
memory of how much it had itched until
it grew back still stayed with
her.
Turning around and
looking back over her shoulder, her gaze
rolled down her back and across the
cheeks of her ass. She still had
the same 'killer ass' that had drawn
attention back in high school.
The ring of her cell
phone interrupted that thought and,
stepping over to the table where she'd
left it, she saw the name of Judy Levy
on the display. Judy's own
marriage hadn't lasted two years, but
she insisted on keeping her husband's
name to remind everyone that she had
been married to Yale Levy, DDS, who was
considered the catch of their graduating
class. Ever since Claire had moved
back home, Judy had been trying to
reintegrate her into the social life of
the neighborhood. Not sure if that
was something she wanted, Claire had
begged off for the last three weekends,
but finally agreed to go out for a drink
tonight.
"All ready for
tonight, girlfriend?" Judy asked
once the obligatory greetings were out
of the way.
"I guess so,"
Claire replied, still unsure if this was
a good idea. "But I've been
thinking and maybe..."
"Let's have none of
that," Judy interrupted.
"We're going out and you're going to
have a good time whether you want
to or not. Who knows, maybe we'll
even get you laid."
Even though she
laughed afterward, Claire knew that Judy
was serious. In the brief time
they'd had to become reacquainted,
Claire had discovered that, as far as
the curvaceous brunette was concerned,
the party that had been high school had
never ended. Every weekend was
still party
time.
Not that Claire was
opposed to the possibility. It had
been nearly a year since she'd had sex
and she did miss it. More so since
she'd learned that, two months ago, Dave
had started dating a woman in his
office. According to common
friends, the relationship had already
progressed to the
bedroom.
Claire had actually
met the woman now sharing Dave's bed at
the last office Christmas party.
Three years her junior, making her
nearly a decade younger than Dave,
Sharon McCord had struck Claire as the
sort who used her admittedly impressive
physical attributes to gain what her
less developed intellect couldn't.
She'd never thought that was Dave's
type, but then again, after having been
a dutiful husband, perhaps he was now
just looking for a bit of unadulterated
fun.
"Alright, one
drink," Claire finally said,
deciding that it probably wouldn't hurt
her to do the
same.
At that, Judy quickly
brought the conversation to a close
before Claire had a chance to change her
mind.
'Well, if I am going
out,' Claire thought as she said
her own goodbye, 'I guess I should
start getting ready.'
Luckily, the
renovations to the basement apartment
had included its own water line, so it
was possible to use the shower even
though there was also a load in the
washer. Returning the unused
t-shirt back to the drawer she had taken
it from, Claire pulled out an oversized
towel from the linen closet and,
carrying it under her arm, headed for
the bathroom.
Turning on the water,
careful to apply the right mix of cold
and hot to make it comfortable, Claire
let it run for a few minutes before
stepping into the phone booth sized
shower. The warm spray felt good
against her skin, the heat of it
penetrating deep into her muscles.
Taking a loofah from a hook on the wall,
she covered it with body wash from a
bottle on the ledge below.
Starting in the
middle of her stomach, Claire began to
move her hand outward in expanding
concentric circles, sliding across and
between her breasts until, reaching the
top of her arc, reversing direction down
to between her legs. From there it
was onto the cheeks of her ass and above
it her lower back. In no time at
all, the bulk of her body was covered in
thick, soapy foam.
Unexpectedly, Claire
felt a pleasing tingle dance across her
wet flesh. It had been a long time
since she'd had such a quick reaction,
especially to something as gentle as
just a touch. In recent years, she
had become accustomed to the idea that
it took a lot more effort to get her
motor running. Whatever the
reason, however, she was more than happy
to simply enjoy the result without
overanalyzing the cause.
Bringing both hands up to her breasts,
Claire squeezed the soft flesh, feeling
her pert nipples grow hard. Ever
since they had first begun to develop in
her pre-teens, she had always loved
playing with her breasts and their
highly sensitive tips. Her college
experiences had allowed her to
appreciate what boys saw in
them.
Leaving one hand on
her breasts, Claire dropped the other
back between her legs, letting out a
soft sigh as her fingers ran across the
length of her pussy. Then, parting
the folds, she continued onto the even
more responsive flesh within.
If her first touch
had been electric, her second proved
explosive, thrilling tremors cascading
outward as, with eyes tightly closed,
she leaned back against the tin
wall. Again, the intensity and
urgency of her arousal surprised her,
not being able to remember the last time
she'd felt this
horny.
"Oh yes,"
Claire said softly as she furiously
finger fucked herself, the waves of
delight radiating outward. "That
feels so good!"
What had started as a
spark became a flame, and soon roared
into a conflagration. One that
caused her body to quake in a mindless
frenzy as she teetered on the precipice
of orgasm.
Her lips formed a
silent O as the raging inferno exploded
within her, causing her legs and arms to
go weak as waves of joy rippled up and
down her form. She couldn't
remember the last time she had come so
hard.
Standing under the
slowly cooling stream from above, it
took a few minutes for Claire to regain
her composure. Eventually, her
heartbeat slowed to normal, as did the
frequency of her breaths. A
pleasing thought filled her mind.
'If that's not a sign
that things are going to be better, I
don't know what is,' Claire
thought, taking a few last moments to
rinse her body of the more resistant
traces of her climax before shutting the
water off.
-=-=-=-
'Now this place
certainly has changed,' Claire
thought as she looked out from the bar
at Starlight.
The popular nightspot
had been a favorite hangout the summer
between high school and college.
Now, the music blaring out from the
loudspeakers was nothing she recognized,
but it did seem to resonate with the
majority of the crowd around her.
A crowd that seemed so damned
young. Or was it that, next to
them, she felt so much older?
Age didn't seem to
be a concern for Judy, however, as
she flirted and accepted drinks from
young men who, while not quite young
enough to be her sons, were nevertheless
a half generation junior. Even her
outfit was something that Claire
couldn't have imagined wearing, even
when she was the age when it might have
been considered appropriate.
Whereas the architect
wore a light blue short sleeved blouse
and black skirt combo, flattering but
still respectable, Judy was decked out
in a low cut blouse that left little to
the imagination. Especially since
she'd gone braless beneath, her dark
nipples clearly visible.
Additionally, her skirt was so short
that it barely qualified as one, the
amount of material involved barely
enough to conceal the fact that she'd
also gone without panties. As
daring as it might be, Claire had to
admit, her old friend still had the body
to pull it off.
After their second
round of drinks, bought by a pair of
boys - well, at least Claire couldn't
help but think of them as such - Judy
disappeared toward the back of the bar
with the one who had most caught her
fancy, leaving her with the other.
'My God, she can't be
going to do what I think she is,'
Claire thought, remembering Judy's old
predilection for sucking off guys in the
back of her car. 'That kid looked
like he's still in high school.'
"I'm sure they'll be
right back," Claire commented as a
way to dismiss her suspicion.
"Not if Ryan's
lucky." The remaining young man
smiled knowingly, leading Claire to
wonder if, not only did he know where
they had gone, but he had been there
himself.
"Can I buy you
another drink?" asked the young
man who, despite the age on the driver's
license he'd shown the bartender, she
suspected was under twenty-one, asked.
"No, I'm good,"
Claire replied, wondering if he was
trying to get her drunk enough that she
might be willing to follow Judy's
lead. If so, he was going to be
deeply disappointed.
Yet, only a few
minutes later, another drink suddenly
appeared in front of here, placed there
by the bartender. It didn't take
much to realize that he had been asked
to keep them coming.
"I think I've had
enough," Claire said, sliding the
drink back toward the back edge of the
bar top. "In fact, I think I'm
going to call it an early night."
"Are you sure?"
asked the boy, whose name she finally
remembered was Alex asked,
disappointment filling his face.
"I'm afraid
so," Claire replied. "I'm
afraid it's been a long day and I'm not
as young as I used to be."
The last comment was
a bit over the top, she knew, but she
felt compelled to draw attention to the
difference in their ages.
"Would you like me to
see you home?" Alex asked, giving
Claire the impression he was hoping for
a change of heart once they were there.
"That won't be
necessary," she smiled.
"Oh, okay,"
Alex said, finally admitting
defeat. "Perhaps another time?"
'Not likely,'
Claire thought but didn't say, merely
nodding her head in acknowledgement
rather than commitment.
Forcing a smile, Alex
moved away and, out of curiosity, Clare
followed him with her eyes as he moved
down to the other end of the bar.
In no time at all, he had stuck up a
conversation with a girl who had been
standing
there.
'Good luck,
Alex,' Claire smiled, hoping the
young man still had a good night.
'It's a pity he
wasn't a bit older,' Claire added to
herself, thinking that while it might
have been nice to end her extended
celibacy, that wasn't a road she was
willing to go down.
Yet, from what she'd
seen of the more age appropriate patrons
as she continued to search for Judy,
that selection held just as little
appeal. It was fairly obvious that
most of them were single for a
reason. No, she wouldn't be
getting laid tonight, she
decided.
Checking the time on
her phone, Claire debated how long she
should wait for Judy to come back.
Ten more minutes was the answer,
thinking that was more than enough
time. And the only reason Claire
was willing to wait that long was that
she didn't want Judy to come back and,
finding her gone, mistakenly assume that
she'd taken off with Alex
somewhere.
Ten minutes came and
went, quickly turning into
fifteen. Thinking to hell with
what Judy might think, Claire finally
gathered up her things from the bar,
leaving the still half full club soda
she had ordered after Alex left.
She hadn't noticed until she tried to
make her way to the front door, but the
crowd looked to have nearly doubled
since she'd first arrived.
Not making much in
the way of progress as she tried to push
her way through the throng, Claire
considered that heading out the back
might not be a better option. Only
to have her train of thought interrupted
by someone calling her
name.
Pausing, she turned
in the direction the decidedly male
voice had come from. As the crowd
was pushed aside by a tall, powerfully
built figure, Claire suddenly had an
answer to a question she'd asked herself
earlier - namely, how could this night
get any worse.
Now standing only a
few feet in front of her stood the
physical manifestation of worse.
Ray Newman had been a halfback on their
school's last championship team, and had
gone on to play for State until a knee
injury ended his career and the
scholarship that had gone with it.
If she ever cared to consider it, he
would easily earn a place on her short
list of people she hoped never to see
again.
During his glory days
in high school, it was said that the
devilishly handsome crew cut blond had
slept his way though half the girls in
both the senior and junior class.
Well, at least the more desirable half,
which, much to her later regret, had
included the former Claire
Mahoney.
"God damn, it is
you," Ray said as he closed the
short distance, making an attempt to
kiss her hello as he did - winding up
with only her cheek as Claire shifted
just in time.
"Hello, Ray,"
Claire said as unenthusiastically as she
could.
"I heard you were
back," Ray said, totally missing
the message in her tone.
"Just for a
while," she replied.
"I also heard your
old man walked out on you," Ray
said, demonstrating that he still hadn't
developed a sense of tact.
"I'm afraid you heard
that part wrong," Claire said, not
willing to let Dave be degraded even if
they were no longer together.
"Why don't you let me
buy you a drink?" Ray said,
continuing his standard spiel with no
indication he had even heard a word
she'd said.
"Thank you, but I was
just on my way out," Claire said,
attempting to side step him.
"Come on, one little
drink, for old times' sake," Ray
said, stepping again in front of her and
blocking her exit with his bulk,
adding, "I gotta say, you're still
looking good."
"Old times weren't as
good as you might remember,"
Claire said, having no doubt that Ray
had more than a drink on his mind.
In his prime, the six
foot two, two hundred and twenty pound
jock might have had a body to die for,
but in the end, he had proved, at least
in Claire's opinion, an uninspiring fuck
to say the least. It wasn't until
she reached college and more experienced
lovers that she came to understand that
the best sex began in the mind, not
between your legs. She now had
little use for a man who did no more
than climb on top of you and hammer away
until he was satisfied, then lost
interest even if you'd hadn't climaxed
yet.
"You might want to
think about what you might be
missing," Ray said, proving he was
still as crude as she remembered.
'I am,' Claire
thought, but didn't say.
If she had, it
probably wouldn't have made any
difference anyway. Without doubt,
Ray saw Claire as just another lonely
divorcee desperately in need of male
companionship. Just the sort of
thing he excelled in providing - at
least in his own
mind.
"Why don't we move
back to the bar?" he said,
wrapping his broad arm around her
shoulder.
"I don't think
so," Claire said, pushing his arm
off her and once more trying to step
past him, only to again being blocked by
the crowd between her and the
door. "I think it's time I was
heading home."
"Just one
drink," Ray said, his tone
insistent.
Claire was about to
repeat her reply a bit more forcibly
when another voice beat her to it.
A voice unmistakably female and also
familiar.
"I distinctly heard
the lady say she was done for the
evening," said the voice from
behind.
Both Claire and Ray
turned, just in time to see a young
woman emerging from the crowd that had
blocked the way to the front
entrance. Dressed in black jeans,
a matching low cut top and a short tan
leather jacket, Adrianna was making a
beeline for the woman she'd only met
this morning.
"Why don't you mind
your own business!," Ray quickly
said, not appreciating the
intrusion.
"This is my
business," Adrianna said, stepping
between Ray and Claire. "The lady
is a friend of mine."
Despite the absurdity
of her describing Claire as a friend
after having only shared an ever so
brief exchange, the older woman
nevertheless felt a sense of pleasure at
her having done so. It was,
however, quickly superseded by the fear
that she didn't know what she was
getting into and the possibility that
Ray might even do her
harm.
"Adrianna, don't
..." Claire started to say.
"It's okay,
Claire," Adrianna said, not a
trace of concern in her voice. "This
blowhard doesn't impress me in the
least."
Almost unnoticed,
most of the patrons around them had
taken a few steps back, creating a wide
clear space around Ray and the two
women. Evidently, the former
gridiron star was a familiar enough
figure in the bar that the regulars had
a good sense of what was coming
next. It also said something
that no one made any attempt to come to
their defense.
None of which seemed
to intimidate Adrianna in the least as
she stood her ground between Claire and
Ray. The situation only needed a
spark to set it off, and that came in
the form of a mocking comment about the
ex-jock's manhood from somewhere in the
crowd. It proved enough to push
him over the edge as he suddenly surged
toward Adrianna with malice in his
eyes.
His arm extended as
if he was still on the playing field,
Ray intended to hit the interloper with
just enough force to knock her on her
ass. An action that, in the few
seconds he had taken to consider it,
would serve the dual purpose of teaching
her to mind her own business and more
importantly, show Claire that he was
still 'Iron Man' Newman, a hero on and
off the field.
Yet, even with Ray
charging at her like a mad bull,
Adrianna didn't move, not until the last
possible moment when, in a blur of
motion, she stepped out of his path and,
grabbing his arm, redirected the
direction of his assault. Using
his unchecked momentum and weight
against him, she caused him to hurtle
forward out of control, crashing to the
floor with enough force to leave him
momentarily
stunned.
"Come on, let's get
out of here," Adrianna called out
to Claire, who was standing there too
astonished to move.
She grabbed the
blonde's hand and pulled her toward the
entranceway before any of the onlookers
could think to impede their
departure. Those few that did
react, however, did so to get out of
their way, clearing a path out into the
street,
-=-=-=-
"Oh my God, that was
incredible!" Claire finally said
once they reached the next block and
finally stopped running. "How ...
how did you do that?"
"Not all of the
Rossis spent their lives cutting
hair," Adrianna grinned as she
looked back down the street to be sure
no one had followed after them,
"at least not all of it. My dad
enlisted in the Marines after high
school and spent twenty years in the
Corps, retiring as a Staff
Sergeant. He made it a point to
teach both my brothers and me self
defense when we were growing up."
"Then I have to say
he taught you well," was all
Claire could think to reply.
"He also taught me
that there was a time to cut and
run," Adrianna added with a
further grin, taking a final glance
behind them.
Claire smiled as
well, until a concerning thought came to
her.
"If Ray is still
anything like I remember, and I didn't
see anything back there to suggest he
isn't," she said, "he's
going to be looking for you the next
time you go to Starlight."
"He can look all he
wants," Adrianna laughed, "that's
the first time I was ever in the place
and undoubtedly the last. I was
just dropping something off to an ex of
mine; she's one of the bartenders.
Starlight really isn't my kind of
place. In case you've forgotten,
guys aren't my thing."
Claire again
smiled. She hadn't forgotten, but
until this moment hadn't been sure that
Adrianna was totally into women or just
versatile.
"But even though I
never set eyes on Ray prior to ten
minutes ago, I know his type,"
Adrianna pointed out. "He's
already offering a half dozen
explanations as to what happened back
there. None of which include a
girl half his size putting him on his
ass."
"That's probably
true," Claire agreed once she
thought about it.
"Do you mind my
asking what you were doing there?"
Adrianna asked, her curiosity
sparked. "I know we just met, but
it doesn't exactly seem like your kind
of place either."
Claire took a minute
to explain about Judy and how she'd been
practically shanghaied into going out
for drinks. She left out the part
about her friend's intent to get her
laid.
"Shouldn't you let
your friend know you're okay?"
Adrianna asked. "I'm sure she must
be worried about you."
"You're right, I
should," Claire agreed, taking out
her phone and sending her a quick
text.
A long moment passed,
then a loud chime signaled a reply.
"Un-fucking-believable!" Claire
said in surprise as she read the text.
"Something
wrong?" Adrianna asked, both
curious and concerned.
"Judy isn't even at
the bar," Claire explained.
"She took that kid, Ryan, home with
her. She says that she just
assumed that I would be doing the same
with Alex."
"Really?"
Adrianna asked, making the assumption
that Alex was someone this Judy had set
Claire up with, providing the missing
piece of why Claire had been at
Starlight.
Claire caught the
expression on Adrianna's face and,
seeing that she had come to the right
conclusion, felt a bit embarrassed.
"Okay, yes, I was
looking to maybe get laid," Claire
admitted.
"Hey, nothing wrong
with that," Adrianna
offered. "Been there myself a few
times. Maybe even more than a
few," she added with a mischievous grin.
Common ground
established, Claire felt less
uncomfortable.
"Seeing that your
friend is now otherwise occupied, do you
need a ride home?" Adrianna asked
as she changed the subject
"That's very generous
of you," Claire replied, certain
that Adrianna must have other plans for
the evening, "but I'm sure you
have better things to do."
"Well, I was going to
meet some friends and go dancing,"
Adrianna replied, "but that's not until
ten, so I have plenty of time."
Claire thought about
it for a long minute, and then had a
better thought.
"You know, I at least
owe you that drink you suggested this
morning, that is, if you don't mind
coffee," she said. "I think
I've already had enough of anything else
tonight."
"Coffee sounds
great," Adrianna replied with a
smile.
-=-=-=-
Rather than go to the
local Starbucks, Adrianna suggested a
small specialty cafe up by Prospect
Park, only a ten minute ride away.
Claire didn't understand why the
brunette had said ride instead of drive,
at least not until they walked another
block and she saw that Adrianna's
preferred mode of transport only had two
wheels.
"I'm taking it you've
never ridden bitch," Adrianna said
as she noticed the look on the other
woman's face.
"I've never even
ridden on the back of a bicycle, much
less anything like that," Claire
replied, feeling intimidated by the
powerful looking machine.
"Trust me, you're
going to love it," Adrianna said
as she removed a second helmet from the
motorcycle's storage compartment and
handed it to her. "Just climb on
behind me and hold on tight."
Securing the helmet
on her head, Claire slid onto the bike
and wrapped her arms around the woman in
front. After a glance backward to
be sure her passenger was secure,
Adrianna sparked the engine to life and
with a load roar, turned out into the
street.
The ride was short
but terrifying as, with considerable
skill, Adrianna guided the bike around
cars stuck in slow moving traffic.
Yet, even as she feared for her life,
Claire also felt a recurrent sense of
exhilaration as the intense vibrations
between her legs recalled childhood
memories of sitting on the washing
machine during the spin cycle. The
pulse of the bike felt a dozen times
more intense.
-=-=-=-
The cafe turned out
to be smaller than Claire expected, and
with no spaces at any of the half dozen
tiny tables, she expected that they'd
have to wait a while to be seated.
But Adrianna caught the attention of the
buxom redhead behind the counter and
before you knew it, she was out on the
floor and leading the two of them to an
empty private booth separated from the
rest of the shop by a curtain.
"You must be her
favorite customer to get service like
that," Claire remarked after the
woman had taken their order and
disappeared back through the curtain.
"We've gone out a few
times," Adrianna simply said, as
if no more explanation were
needed.
When the woman
returned a few minutes later with their
drinks, Claire found herself paying a
bit more attention to her than she might
ordinarily have. A few inches
shorter than Adrianna, she had a stocky
build with any extra pounds in all the
right places. Pretty, with a
natural look that didn't require
cosmetics, it would surprise Claire to
know she was closer to forty than the
thirty she initially took her to
be.
Absorbed in taking
stock of the store owner, Claire almost
didn't notice that she, in turn, had
been doing the same of her. It was
only when the woman, who Adrianna had
referred to as Mary, gave her an
approving smile before again leaving
that Claire realized that she had been
judged and approved.
"She thinks we're on
a date," Adrianna said, in case
Claire had missed it. "If that
bothers you, I'll set her
straight."
"It doesn't bother me
at all,," Claire said, talking a
slip of coffee. "This is really
good, by the way."
"I know, that's why
it was worth the trip up here,"
Adrianna agreed as she sampled her own.
Over the well brewed
coffee and a plate of complimentary
scones that Mary had brought back to
them, the two women had learned a great
deal about each other.
As Claire had
supposed before, Adrianna was indeed
part of the Rossi family, but much more
than just another barber. In
addition to having been taught her craft
by her uncles, earning her certificate
as early as she was legally able to, the
twenty-two year old had also attended
NYU, where she had earned a bachelor's
degree in business administration.
For the last year, she had been
gradually taking over the day to day
operations of the family business from
the senior uncle, not only at the store
Claire was familiar with, but with at
second shop they had opened in Sunset
Park a few years back. The
architect found herself suitably
impressed.
On the more personal
side, Adrianna shared that she'd come to
realize that she was attracted to girls
during her last year of Catholic grade
school. A realization she'd
bravely shared with her parents who,
much to her surprise, took the news far
better than she'd dared hope. They
went so far as to break a long standing
family tradition, and rather than enroll
her at Bishop Ryan, sent her instead to
a more progressive secular high
school. It was there that she'd
met her first real girlfriend, with whom
she traded virginities shortly
after her fourteenth
birthday.
Taken with Adrianna's
openness, Claire found herself sharing
not only the story of her marriage, but
her own bisexual background.
"Oh really,"
Adrianna said, a small smile at the
corner of her mouth signifying her
pleasure in finding that her intuition
had been on target after all.
"And you just gave up
on girls when you graduated?" she
asked. "just like that?"
"Pretty much so."
"Do you mind if I ask
a personal question?" Adrianna
said.
"Sure, go right
ahead," Claire replied, wondering
what could be more personal than they'd
been sharing.
"How many girls did
you date in school?"
"By date, do you mean
slept with?" Claire asked.
The expression on
Adrianna's face said that was exactly
what she meant but didn't want to ask so
directly.
A look of
concentration filled Claire's face as
she reached back in memory to call forth
faces from long ago. Surprisingly,
they came easier than she'd
expected. Not only those she'd
ever so briefly dated, but also those
with which she'd only shared an even
briefer physical encounter. That
there had been more of the latter than
the former was an even greater
surprise.
"Twelve," she
said aloud as the last image faded from
her mind, not even realizing she had
done so until Adrianna repeated the
number.
"Twelve?"
"Yes."
"And that's over four
years?"
"Three actually,"
Adriana corrected. "I didn't have my
first time until sophomore year."
Now it was Adrianna
who expressed a look of concentration.
Thinking that she was evaluating the
number, Claire asked if she thought it
was too high.
"No, not at
all," Adrianna replied.
"After all, that's only three or four
girls a year, right?"
"I guess so,"
Claire answered, not really being able
to remember for sure how many there had
been any particular year. She was
certain, however, that there had been
more in the later years than in the
first. In fact, she really
couldn't remember dating any guys at all
in senior year.
"Although it does
seem like a lot, if all you were doing
was satisfying your sexual
curiosity," Adrianna pointed
out.
That had been a
thought that had also occurred to Claire
as she had totaled the tally in her
mind. As she had considered it,
she realized that locking those memories
away had been a mistake, one that had
made her less of the woman that she
could've been. It had been done
out of fear of what others might think,
but now, at this point in her life, did
that really matter?
Her train of thought
was interrupted as Mary reappeared
through the curtain, asking if she could
get them anything else. Adrianna
deferred to her guest, who quickly said
she was good.
"I'll just take the
check," Adrianna said with a
smile.
"Yeah, right,"
Mary said with a grin as she turned
around and went back to check on her
other customers.
"She never lets me
pay," Adrianna said.
A chime from a clock
on the wall interrupted whatever Claire
was about to say and instead drew
attention to the fact that they'd been
sitting there for over an hour. It
was already a quarter to ten and
Adrianna was supposed to meet her
friends in fifteen minutes.
"Why don't I just
catch a cab home?" Claire
said. "I wouldn't want you to be
late."
"My friends won't
mind," Adrianna replied as she
rose to her feet and reached for her
jacket which she had laid on the
bench. "I can still drop you off
before I head over to the club."
"If you're
sure," Claire said as she put on
her own short coat.
"I'd ask you to come
along," Adrianna said as she
adjusted her jacket, "but it's not
really a place to meet guys. At
least not ones interested in girls."
"Actually, that
doesn't sound like such a bad
idea," Claire replied, thinking of
both Alex and Ray.
"Are you sure?"
Adrianna asked.
"Definitely."
"Well, in that case,
your chariot awaits," Adrianna
smiled broadly.
-=-=-=-
"This place is
amazing," Claire said, leaning in
close to Adrianna so as to be heard over
the loud music.
Only a mile from
where she grew up, Millennium Dream had
started life as a furniture store back
in the fifties. Now, the bottom
floor, where once rested collections of
living room and bedroom furniture, had
been converted to a gigantic dance
floor. The half level second
floor, former home to smaller items and
a few offices, held twin bars and an
assortment of tables.
As Adrianna had said
before, there were few men, and what
there were seemed more into the music
than any partner. The majority of
dancers were women, a broad mix of ages,
builds and colors. Claire had
already danced with nearly a dozen, some
friends of Adrianna and the remainder
simply those who came up to her and
asked. In between, as now, she
found herself back with the one who'd
brought her.
"Are you having a
good time?" Adrianna asked as the
song they'd been dancing to came to and
end.
"I'm having a great
time!" Claire shouted despite
there no longer being any need to do so.
"My friends like
you," Adrianna said as she began
to lead her off the floor.
"I like your
friends," Claire replied, this
time in a lower voice.
"Two of them asked if
we were dating," Adrianna
said. "I think they wanted to know
if you were available."
"Which two?"
Claire asked.
"Melinda and Yvette."
It took Claire a few
seconds to sort through the whirlwind of
introductions that Adrianna had made
when they'd first arrived at the club
and remember which two had been Melinda
and Yvette. A small smile appeared
on her face as she recalled the faces
that went with the names.
Melinda was a tall,
slim black girl in her late twenties,
quite pretty, with a short, skull
hugging afro. Yvette was almost
the opposite, fair skinned, short and
slightly heavy, with shoulder length
light brown hair. Despite her
size, she was extremely graceful on the
dance floor.
"What did you tell
them?" she asked.
"The truth, that we
were just friends," came the
response. "I think both of them
want to ask you out."
"Didn't you tell them
I was straight?" Claire further
asked.
"I guess that slipped
my mind," Adrianna grinned.
They reached the edge
of the dance floor, where Adrianna
suggested they try and grab one of the
tables upstairs and catch their
breath. Luck was with them, as
they found one that was just being
vacated. When a waitress
came over to clear away the half empty
glasses and wipe the table, they ordered
drinks.
"You know, after
thinking about it, I'm glad you didn't
tell them that I'm straight,"
Claire said after they'd each had a
generous portion of their drinks.
"Why is that?"
Adrianna asked, half sure she already
knew the answer.
"Because I'm not
really sure if that's true
anymore," Claire said. "In
fact, I'm beginning to wonder if it ever
was."
"I'll admit, I've
been wondering about that for the last
few hours," Adrianna said as she
again raised her drink.
"Do you know what
I've been wondering about for
hours?" Claire said as Adrianna
put the glass back on the table.
"I have no
idea," Adrianna said, even though
she had her suspicions.
"What it would be
like to kiss you," Claire
answered.
"Really?"
Adrianna asked in turn, trying to make
her tone sound as if the revelation came
as a surprise. That lasted all of
ten seconds until she shifted gears and
asked instead, "So
what's stopping you from finding out?"
Claire looked into
Adrianna's eyes, losing herself in their
darkness as all the small disconnected
bits of thought that had haunted her day
suddenly seemed to come together in a
recognizable pattern. Pushing back
her chair, she leaned over toward
Adrianna and, wrapping her arms around
her neck, pulled the dark haired woman
toward her - their mouths meeting
halfway
between.
The kiss was long,
enthusiastic, and totally
electrifying. It was unlike
anything she had felt in over a decade.
"That was ...
wow!" Claire once they finally
came up for air.
"I have to
agree," Adrianna said, actually
surprised that it had been.
A silence hung in the
air for a few long seconds until Claire
broke it.
"So what happens
now?" Claire asked.
"I guess that
depends," Adrianna replied.
"On what?"
"On whether kissing
me is the only thing that you've been
thinking about the last few
hours." Adrianna asked, quite
confident in the answer.
"I think you already
know the answer to that," Claire
said.
"Well then, what
shall we do about it?" Adrianna
inquired as she reached out and placed
her hand on top of Claire's.
It was a touch that
sent a rush racing through Claire. The
question took no thought from her at
all.
"If we left right
now, we could probably make it to my
apartment in about a half hour,"
she said.
"If we left right
now," Adrianna repeated, her own
smile growing larger as she did,
"we could make it to mine in half that."
"You win,"
Claire said, the excitement in her voice
clear.
-=-=-=-
Although they were
now weaving in and out of traffic at an
even greater speed than before, Claire
now had a very different reaction to
riding on the back of Adrianna's
bike. Fear had been replaced by a
sense of urgency as she felt herself
racing toward that which she had thought
long abandoned.
The large apartment
building at the edge of the Brooklyn
Heights' Promenade had a narrow alleyway
alongside it, down which Adrianna guided
her cycle to courtyard beyond.
Then, after locking down the bike, she
took Claire by the hand and led her to
the back door. From there it was
just a few dozen feet to the elevator
and a quick ride up to the tenth floor
apartment she called home. An
elevator ride in which they'd shared
more than one kiss.
"Wow, that is an
impressive view," Claire said as,
taking off her jacket, she stepped into
the small apartment and had her
attention immediately drawn to the view
of lower Manhattan through the wide
window.
"Not half as
impressive as the view on this side of
the window," Adrianna offered as,
after shedding her own coat, she turned
Claire around and again kissed her,
deeper than before.
The press of
Adrianna's lips dispelled any other
thoughts from Claire's head, replacing
them with an overwhelming desire to know
Adrianna in every way possible.
For a brief moment she felt a wave of
dizziness, one quickly replaced by one
of excitement as a second kiss followed
the first, increasingly intimate.
They stood there for
long moments, becoming lost in the
warmth of each other's mouths and the
soft caress of hands dancing across
their bodies. For the first time
in what seemed like forever, Claire felt
she was exactly where she
belonged.
"I want you,"
Adrianna whispered as their lips parted.
"... and I
you," came Claire's immediate
reply.
-=-=-=-
Half the size of the
outer room, Adrianna's bedroom was
simple in decor. A double bed sat
against the far wall, surrounded by a
dresser, a small night table, and a
stand alone closet. All were the
sort of furniture that came in a box and
you put together yourself. As far
as Claire was concerned, it wouldn't
have made any difference if it had been
a few milk crates and an army cot.
Leading Claire to the
edge of the bed, Adrianna eased her back
onto it, following close enough behind
to be able to share kisses as they
moved. As she came to rest
alongside her, Adrianna ran her left
hand down Claire's body, sliding it up
her skirt to the unsurprisingly damp
undergarment beneath. Wet panties
were one of the more common
after-effects of a ride on the back of
the younger woman's bike.
The thin material,
made even more so by the wetness,
offered little resistance to Adrianna's
touch, as just a soft caress was enough
to send an electric spark racing across
Claire's body. A surge reflected
in the loud moan that spilled from her
lips - a cry captured in the renewed
press of the dark haired girl's
lips. With increasing passion,
they shared the warmth of each other's
mouths, even as, after stroking Claire's
silk covered mound a few more times,
Adrianna brought her hand back upward to
cup the underside of the older woman's
right breast, an act that elicited an
even louder, more satisfying, verbal
response.
Claire instinctively
reached down between Adrianna's legs,
but the thickness of the corduroy jeans
muted the effect of her caress.
Adrianna quickly moved to correct the
problem as she slid back off the bed
and, as she rose to her feet, worked the
belt around her pants.
The belt came easily
undone and with it her pants found their
way to an old plush chair in the corner
of her room. Claire wasn't
surprised to find that the younger woman
wore nothing beneath them, giving her a
clear view of the heavily haired mound
between the brunette's legs.
In the time it had
taken Claire to make that observation,
Adrianna had already grabbed the bottom
edges of her top and, with a single
forceful motion, pulled it up and over
her head, sending it with a hard toss to
the same resting place as her
pants. That she also hadn't been
wearing anything under her top had been
readily apparent since earlier in the
evening.
'God, she has
incredible breasts,' Claire
thought, impressed by how the bountiful
mounds stood so firm without
support.
It was obvious from
the state of the rest of her body that
Adrianna took serious care of it.
As the young woman slipped out of her
boots, Claire entertained a frivolous
thought, what her nephew would've given
to see what she now beheld in all its
glory.
That notion was
quickly dispelled as Adrianna rejoined
Claire on the bed, kissing her even as
her hands began to work the buttons of
her blouse. It took but a few
seconds to undo them all, and even less
that time to slide the blue blouse
totally off - to reveal an even lighter
blue half bra, a flimsy garment designed
to highlight rather than support, one
that left the top of the blonde's pink
nipples exposed.
A treat that drew
Adrianna's attention as she leaned
downward and planted a soft kiss on
each, taking an additional moment to
tickle the excited tips with her tongue.
"Oh yes,"
Claire sighed loudly as Adrianna's wet
tongue rolled across the sensitive
flesh.
Adrianna pulled the
half cup fully down, exposing the rest
of Claire's breast. She ran the
length of her tongue across her areola,
then drew it into her mouth, sucking on
it deeply.
"Oh God, yes!"
Claire cried out as Adrianna lavished
attention on her nipple and the equally
soft flesh around it.
Claire reached out
and, placing her hand against the back
of Adrianna's head, ran her fingers
through the dark hair. She was
reminded how different the feel of a
woman at her breast had been from that
of a man - a feeling based on bringing
pleasure rather than one of
urgency.
Adrianna spent long
minutes just running her tongue back and
forth across Claire's skin, then pulled
down the cup covering her other breast,
where she duplicated her efforts with
equal devotion.
"Your breasts are
delicious," Adrianna said, taking
a brief moment to glance upward and
smile before returning to the task at
hand. "They're just perfect."
A smile Claire
couldn't help but return, flattered by
the words, and even more delighted by
the joy she was feeling.
Eventually, ever so
reluctantly, Adrianna drew her mouth
from Claire's bounty and turned her
attention to an even greater
treat. It took only a minute to
help Claire undo and discard her skirt
and shoes, leaving her with just her
matching underwear and a pair of thigh
high stockings.
Positioning herself
between Claire's open legs, the brunette
slid her right hand under the edge of
her panties and ran her fingers over her
now soaked mound. She then
moved them back and forth, even as she
brought her lips to Claire's thigh and
kissed that softly, working her way
upward until she reached the edge of her
panties. There she shifted over to
her other leg and repeated the
act.
Claire, who had been
stroking her breasts with the tips of
her fingers, continued to just lay back
and sigh softly, content to let Adrianna
explore whatever drew her
interest.
An interest that drew
closer to the core of her being as,
lifting aside the thin material that
bared her way, Adrianna ran her tongue
across Claire's naked mound and along
the entrance to her sex. Again she
was in no rush, taking her time as she
stroked and caressed it every so softly,
creating tiny ripples of delight that
radiated outward across Claire's
quivering
form.
Ripples that grew in
intensity as Adrianna amply demonstrated
her oral skills in a way no man could
duplicate, at least none that Claire had
ever know, An assessment which,
she had to admit, would've included
David.
Ever so carefully,
Adrianna rolled the tip of her tongue
back and forth across Claire's clitoris,
bringing her to a plateau she hadn't
traversed in longer than she could
remember. Those ripples had now
become waves and she rode them down the
path to orgasm, her hands sliding along
her excited flesh with
anticipation.
Feeling the reaction
in Claire's body, Adrianna increased her
efforts, one hand increasing the effort
between the blonde's legs while the
other reached up to caress her
breasts. She wet the fingers of
her closer hand and, with absolutely no
resistance, slid three fingers deep
inside the woman beneath her. It
didn't take long for those fingers to
become a blur moving in and out of
Claire's pussy as her body rocked back
and forth.
"Ooooh, ooooh,
ooooh yes!" she cried with abandon
as she felt the wall holding back her
orgasm buckle and the forces Adrianna
had unleashed rip through her.
-=-=-=-
"That was ...
fantastic," Claire said
breathlessly as her body finally stopped
shaking.
"I thought you'd like
it," Adrianna replied as she
lifted herself from between Claire's
legs and kissed her, first between her
breasts, then once more on
the mouth.
The kiss was deep as
could be, filled with the nectar of
Claire's climax. A treat to be
savored. They rubbed their bodies
together, hands moving back and forth,
the kisses continuing until every last
trace had been licked clean.
"I want ... I need
... to taste you," Claire
said, desire clear in her voice.
That was exactly what
Adrianna most wanted to hear. She
quickly traded places with Claire at the
head of the bed as the blonde wasted no
time in crawling between the brunette's
legs, her hands spreading her pussy wide
as she brought her head in close enough
to kiss the pink flesh
within.
Eagerly she reached
out with her tongue and guided it deep
inside Adrianna, savoring the sweetness
of her womanhood, a delight she now knew
she had been foolish to have ever given
up. Adrianna reached down and
replaced Claire's hands with her own,
freeing up the blonde's fingers to
gently probe her sugar walls.
Probes that went deep
and wide, clearing a path for her
darting tongue. She didn't have
Adrianna's experience; after all, her
last time with another woman had been
over a decade before, while Adrianna's
could be measured in weeks, if not
days. Nevertheless, she almost
made up for it with desire and
enthusiasm, putting all that she had
into her effort to bring this woman the
same joy she had unleashed in
her.
Her mouth pressed
tightly against Adrianna's flesh, Claire
whirled her tongue back and forth -
taking her lead from the movements of
her body and occasional soft verbal
encouragements.
"Oh yeah, that's
it," Adrianna said loudly as, if
only by chance, Claire found the key to
her core. "Right there,
concentrate your tongue right there."
Adrianna dropped her
head back and closed her eyes as Claire
proceeded to do just that. The
last ten years faded away as the names
and faces of every girl she had been
with flashed through her mind, each
reminding her of how wondrous this could
all feel as they urged her onward.
Much to Adrianna's
surprise and expectations, Claire was
proving herself a more skilled
cunnilinguist that she could've
imagined. How could a woman so
gifted have put women aside and settled
for just a man? Whatever the
reason, she was grateful to be on the
receiving end of her
efforts.
"Like that, just like
that," Adrianna moaned as her body
quivered and quaked on the edge of the
precipice.
Claire lifted herself
upward, taking her mouth away from
Adrianna's pussy but continuing with
equally dextrous fingers. She
moved upward just far enough to close
her free hand around Adrianna's right
breast, squeezing it hard as her thumb
rubbed against the nipple. Their
bodies moved in unison, even as the
erotic forces inside the brunette
continued to grow.
Again shifting
position, just a bit, Claire was able to
close her mouth around Adrianna's
nipple, showing her much the same
consideration that Adrianna had shown
her before. Again she found
herself reminded of at how enjoyable
this could be, and promised herself that
she would never again let herself
forget.
It wasn't long before
her efforts bore fruit as Adrianna cried
out in joy; an orgasm, smaller but no
less pleasurable than the one she had
given Claire, rocked her body.
Before the last vestiges of it could
fade, she grabbed hold of Claire and
pulling her upward, kissed her
fiercely.
"Baby, that was good,
so fucking good," she said between
kisses that went on and on.
It seemed like she
would never stop, even as their bodies
cooled. Finally, the intensity of
her kisses began to lessen, and then
their frequency, until at last she
released her hold on
Claire.
They laid there for a
time, catching their breath and
regaining strength. For how long,
neither was fully sure, but somewhere
between the motions of the hands of the
clock on the wall they found themselves
again caressing each other's
bodies.
Caresses that
increased in intensity, centered around
the motion of their pussies as they
began to grind against each other.
As they did, Adrianna managed to guide
Claire's breasts again to her mouth
where she eagerly sucked on them, the
rich wetness of her mouth alternating
with the strength of her hands against
the rounded orbs. She moved back
and forth between them, even as Claire
moved faster and harder against
her.
It went on and on
until they shared an orgasm, a tiny one
to be sure, but one that made them only
eager for more. Claire again moved
between Adrianna's legs and building on
the echo of the last, delivered a third
and final climax. One that left
both of them drained and, with
Adrianna's arms wrapped around Claire,
they drifted off into the sleep of the
contented.
-=-=-=-
Claire awoke with the
classic tune, 'Girls Just Want To Have
Fun' in her head and her first thought
was that it seemed quite appropriate. It
took her a few more seconds to realize
that it wasn't part of a dream, but
rather the ringtone on Adrianna's phone,
sitting on the night table just a half
foot from the bed. She felt the
younger woman's hand release its hold on
her breast, where it had come to rest as
they'd fallen asleep, and then her body
shift as she pulled away to answer the
call.
Following her lead a
few breaths later, Claire lifted herself
up as well, resting her back against the
headboard. Admiring eyes took in
the naked beauty just a foot or so away,
the memory of their adventure filling
her with pleasing warmth. So much
so that it took her another few moments
to understand the conversation she was
having.
"No, it's none of
your business who I went home with last
night," Adrianna said to the voice
on the other end of the phone.
Claire understood
that the idea that Adrianna might have
gone home alone hadn't even been a
consideration for whoever she was
speaking to. It was a given that
she had spent the night with
someone. During their conversation
at the coffee shop, the younger woman
had made so secret of the fact that she
was more into dating than relationships,
and Claire had no problem with that. And
after all, hadn't she gone out with Judy
last night with the thought of her
getting laid a possibility? It
wasn't like she had expected to find
love at Starlight.
Seeing that Claire
was now paying attention to the
conversation, Adrianna mouthed the name
'Yvette', identifying the caller.
"So to what do I owe
the honor of such a early morning
call?" Adrianna asked, changing
the subject.
She listened for a
few seconds, the expression on her face
changing to one of uncertainty.
"You wanted to know
if you could have Claire's
number," Adrianna repeated,
uncertain if Claire could hear both
sides of the conversation.
Adrianna looked at
Claire for a reaction but found none, at
least not one she could be sure of.
"I'm not sure that's
mine to give," she told Yvette,
again looking at Claire for a reaction.
Claire let out a deep
breath, thinking what to say.
There was no question that things had
changed in the last twenty-four hours -
changed considerably. The as yet
unanswered question was, what did she
want to do about it?
A long moment passed,
then another, until Adrianna told Yvette
to hold on. Covering the small
microphone on the cell, she whispered to
Claire that she would say she'd give her
Yvette's number and she could decide
later if she wanted to call her back or
not.
She was just about to
do just that when Claire finally said
something.
"No, no, don't do
that," she said, reaching out with
her hand for the phone.
Adrianna replied with
a look that asked, are you sure? A
nod of Claire's head said she was.
"Hello,
Yvette," Claire said as she
brought the phone to her ear.
That she had been the
one Adrianna had gone home with didn't
seem to surprise Yvette in the
least. Nor did it seem to bother
her that she was asking out someone
who'd just had sex with one of her
friends. Obviously these women
operated under a different set of rules
then she was used to. She made a
mental note to find out what they were
at the earliest opportunity.
"Yes, coffee sounds
fine," Claire said. "In
fact, why don't we make it brunch, say
tomorrow?"
There was a pause
during which Yvette readily agreed, then
a brief exchange during which they
agreed on a time and place.
Finally they ended the conversation with
their mutual expression that they were
looking forward to seeing the other
tomorrow.
"Are you sure about
this?" Adrianna asked, expressing
the concern verbally this time.
"I think so,"
Claire replied as she handed back the
phone. "Well, at least enough to
take a few steps forward and see where
it goes."
"Good enough,"
Adrianna smiled.
"Well, I don't know
about you, but I'm famished,"
Claire said, putting the question of
tomorrow behind her. "What would
you say to breakfast?"
"I'd say, I'm
buying," Adrianna smiled.
"No, I'll buy,"
Claire countered. "That is, if
you'd be willing to answer a few
questions for me?"
"Only a few?"
"Well, maybe more
than a few," Claire said.
"I'd be happy
to," Adrianna said, "but
I've got first dibs on the shower then."
Claire was about to
say that was fine when Adrianna
unexpectedly added, " ... unless you'd
like to share it?"
'Definitely more than
a few questions,' Claire thought
as she considered her reply.
END
(c) Ann
Douglas 2018
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