Not Yet A Woman
by Ann Douglas
"Thank you for shopping at Food Barn," Courtney Davis
smiled as she handed the old man at her register his change and
receipt.
Before turning to the next customer in line, the
thirty-eight year old brunette glanced up at the large clock on
the wall, relieved to see that she only had only a few hours to
go until her work day was over. Not that it was a bad job,
Courtney often thought, she'd had ones that were worse. It
just got monotonous after a while.
The way she saw it, aside from the people who actually
ran the store, the people who worked at Food Barn, like most
other supermarkets, fell into four categories.
First there were the students of course, who liked the
non-demanding, at least mentally, work and the flexible hours
that let them work around their classes. Then there were the
housewives with kids now grown enough to be able to look after
themselves, who needed extra money or just something to do
other than sit alone in an empty house. Next came the
retirees, also looking for something to do as well as a
supplement to their pensions.
Finally, there was the last category, the one in which she
fell in. People for whom this actually was their career. Which
wasn't as bad as it sounded, Courtney reminded herself. While
she would never be rich, she knew, her salary and the alimony
checks from her ex-husband allowed her to live a comfortable,
if ordinary life. Which, in the long run, was all she wanted.
Courtney had married Jim Davis, three years her senior,
right out of high school. Finishing college, he'd gone on to
medical school while she, putting aside her own plans, went off
to work to support the two of them. It was a struggle at times,
but they'd made it and by the time they celebrated their
fifteenth anniversary, Jim had taken over the practice from
the doctor he'd gone to work for after his internship. Their
future seemed promising indeed, or so Courtney thought.
What happened next was something that Courtney had
heard of, but never imagined happening to her. Now successful
and moving in the circles he'd striven for, Jim decided that he
needed a wife that could help advance, not hinder his career.
Someone who would fit in with the wives of the doctors on the
hospital board he was trying to join and discuss society
matters, not the best way to get the bathroom clean.
For the first time in their marriage, Courtney had been
glad that they'd been unable to have children. If Jim wanted
out of their marriage, well then she was more than happy to let
him go. After all, who wanted to stay in a loveless marriage.
But, she told him, it was going to cost him.
He was wrong if he thought she was stupid simply
because she hadn't gone to college. Finding the best lawyer she
could, Courtney worked out exactly how much she'd contributed
to his career over the years. If Jim wanted his freedom, he
was going to have to pay her that back as well as give her a
percentage of all future earnings. The monthly checks weren't
enough to live on alone, but it gave her enough of a cushion that
she would be comfortable.
Reluctantly, Jim agreed, with the stipulation of course
that the alimony portion of the payments would end when she
got remarried. A condition, to his surprise, Courtney agreed
to. It was a stipulation, however, that hadn't worked out as
Jim expected. He was sure that, in a year, two at most,
Courtney would be remarried and he would be off the hook for
at least the long-term aspect of his debt. But the year passed,
then a second, followed by a third. Finally, he got the message.
Courtney would never let any man control her life again. Oh she
would have lovers of course, going so far as to live with a few
for a time. But her ring finger would forevermore remain bare.
Her life, she told him, however it went, would be on her terms.
Two more customers paid for their shopping orders and
Courtney closed out her register to take her break. Rather
than grab a cup of coffee in the small break room in the back
of the store, she decided to get a breath of fresh air. Turning
over the station to her relief, she headed out to the large
parking lot.
-=-=-=-
Walking over to Coffee King, a small specialty coffee
shop across the lot, Courtney decided to indulge herself and
brought one of those overpriced special brews. She couldn't
understand how people could spend that much money day in and
out, but once and a while she gave in to temptation. A
characteristic she applied to many things in her life.
"Hi Courtney," a young, soft voice from behind the
display said as the counter girl recognized her customer.
"What will it be today?"
"Hi back, Alicia," Courtney smiled as she looked up and
quickly scanned the wall-mounted menu. "Why don't we try
today's special," she answered, thinking that the chocolate
concoction looked especially delicious.
"Good choice," the short haired blonde said as she rang
up the order, "I think that's the best one they've come out
with in a while."
Although not as frequent a customer as many people in
the shopping center, Courtney came in often enough to know
that Alicia wasn't the type to sell patrons on the product. Not
that she probably couldn't if she wanted to, at least among the
male population that walked through the doors to the store.
With large breasts, a pretty face and a blouse perhaps just a
size too small, the counter girl could recommend dishwater and
some men would order it. Three open top buttons also usually
guaranteed what change there was from their purchase usually
wound up in her tip cup.
Using the labels she created for Food Barn, Courtney
would put Alicia Young in the student category. From earlier
conversations, she knew the twenty year old went to the local
university and was studying to be a nurse. Seeing the medical
books on the counter one day, Courtney had struck up a
conversation and offered her some advice about watching out
for doctors to be. Rather than be put off by the unsolicited
advice, Alicia had thanked her for it and a casual friendship had
developed.
Deciding she had time to sit and enjoyed her pricey
beverage rather than rush back to work, Courtney sat at an
empty booth in the back of the store. Scanning a newspaper
someone had left behind, she didn't notice Alicia standing next
to her until the last second.
"It was just about time for my break too," she said in
way of explanation, "do you mind if I join you?"
In her hand was a duplicate of the drink that Courtney
had just bought. Motioning to the empty seat across from her,
the older woman invited the girl to sit down.
"I hope you at least get a discount on that," Courtney
said as she remembered how much her own drink had cost.
"In this place," Alicia laughed, "are you kidding?"
"Well then, enjoy it," Courtney replied with a grin,
knowing how much, or little, the girl probably made working
here.
They spent the next ten minutes trading small talk, about
school and work. As in their past chats, Courtney found she
genuinely enjoyed talking to the blonde haired student. In many
ways, she reminded her of herself at that age. The big
difference, of course, that Alicia seemed smart enough to not
let anyone else run her life for her. With no relatives closer
than two states away and only a few friends at school, Alicia
appreciated their talks as well.
"Well I better get back," Courtney said as she glanced
at her watch. "It was nice talking with you again."
"Me too," Alicia agreed, but in a voice that made
Courtney think she wanted to say something more.
An impression that made her hesitate long enough to give
Alicia the time to do just that. Alicia hesitated for a few
moments, then went on, her voice much lower than if had been.
"Courtney, can I ask you something?" she said.
"Of course," came the reply without hesitation.
"It's kind of personal," Alicia added, as if to give
warning.
"Those are the most interesting kinds of questions,"
Courtney smiled, assuring the girl that she could ask anything.
Alicia hesitated again, taking the time to look around the
sitting area and note that more people had sat down since she
had joined Courtney.
"I'll walk you outside," Alicia finally said. "This is sort
of private."
"Fine," Courtney agreed, her curiosity abounding.
Telling her co-worker behind the counter that she'd be
right back, Alicia led Courtney out the side door to an area
behind the store where they were unlikely to be seen or
overheard. Even so, she took another look around the corner to
make sure they were alone.
Curiosity was quickly giving way to concern as Courtney
saw the extremes Alicia was going to. For some reason, she was
suddenly reminded of the night when she was two years younger
than Alicia and her best girlfriend in high school, Julie
Moskowitz had confided to her that she'd let her boyfriend go
all the way and was now in trouble. Taking a breath, Courtney
hoped the girl across from her wasn't in a similar situation.
Not wanting to rush her, whatever the case, Courtney
simply waited until the girl was ready to talk. If she were late
getting back, well then her boss would get over it.
"Now that I finally get the chance, I don't exactly know
how to ask this," Alicia said.
"I've found that straight out is usually the best way,"
Courtney offered, thinking also that this was obviously
something Alicia had been considering for a long time.
"I'm worried that if I'm wrong you might take offense at
what I wanted to ask," she added.
"Friends don't take offense," Courtney offered.
"Are we really friends?" Alicia asked.
"I like to think so," Courtney replied, relieved that
whatever Alicia wanted to talk about, it didn't seem to be what
she had originally feared.
"Are you a lesbian?" Alicia suddenly blurted out.
"What?" a totally shocked Courtney replied.
"Oh I didn't mean for that to come out like that," Alicia
apologized, her face turning beet red. "I just thought that if I
didn't get the words out I'd lose my nerve. I'm so sorry."
"Whatever made you ask a question like that?" Courtney
asked, trying hard to keep her tone level enough to show she
wasn't angry at the question.
"Well I overheard some of the other women from Food
Barn make a few comments about you being a dyke, their words
not mine," she quickly clarified.
"Putting aside the question itself," Courtney said, "I'll
ask again what made you ask it."
"I feel so foolish," Alicia said instead of answering. "You
must think I'm an idiot for listening to those women."
"I don't think you're an idiot, Alicia," Courtney said,
"and as we settled a minute ago we're friends so I'd really like
an answer."
"I think I might be a lesbian," Alicia finally answered,
her voice dropping almost too low to be heard.
Really?," Courtney responded after she let the words
sink in. "And what makes you think that?"
Like a bursting dam, Alicia let it all come flowing out.
That she'd been attracted to girls since she was in grade
school, but never had anyone to talk to about it. She came from
a small town with a very conservative family. It was hard
enough to talk to her mother about boys, much less feelings
that she never would've understood.
"So you've been attracted to boys too?" Courtney asked,
picking up on that from her narration.
"Yes, that's what makes it all so confusing."
"Alicia, are you a virgin?" Courtney asked, thinking the
question was not an inappropriate one under the circumstances.
"No, I'm not," Alicia admitted.
"How not a virgin are you?" Courtney went on.
"I don't understand," came Alicia's reply.
"What I mean is, has there been more than one time that
you had sex," Courtney explained. "Has there been more than
one boy that you've slept with?"
The reason for the questions, the brunette explained,
was that she was curious if Alicia had enjoyed being with a boy,
or could her thought that she might be gay be based on just a
single bad experience.
"No, I've been with three boys," Alicia answered, the
admissions coming easier now. "Actually two boys and a man,"
she specified, "and for the most part I enjoyed it."
Courtney wondered why Alicia felt the need to point out
that one of her lovers had been someone older, the impression
Courtney got by the way she phrased it. But that wasn't a
question for now, she concluded.
"So despite enjoying sex with men, you're still attracted
to women," Courtney concluded, "is that right?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever acted on that attraction?"
"No, I've always been too scared to," Alicia admitted.
"And that bothers you?"
"Yes."
"Which brings us back to your original question,"
Courtney said. "Why did you want to know if I was a lesbian?"
"I guess I thought that if you were, then you could help
me," Alicia answered, again feeling a little foolish for even
bringing the subject up.
"Help you in having someone to talk to, or something
more?" Courtney asked further.
The long pause after that, coupled with the look on
Alicia's face spoke volumes. The fact that Alicia had separated
her lovers into boys and men now made sense. Her first two
experiences had left her unsatisfied, as was usually the norm
when a girl lost her virginity to someone who knew as little as or
less about sex than she did. So to see if it was her, sex itself,
or her partner, Alicia had sought out an older, and presumably
more experienced lover. One that evidently made her conclude
the latter was the case. Evidently, to discover if she was really
attracted to women, Alicia was looking for a similar helping
hand so to speak.
"Courtney, you're not going to tell anyone about this are
you?" Alicia asked in response to the long silence. "I hope I
haven't insulted you or ..."
"Of course I'm not going to tell anyone," Courtney
interjected, "but more importantly, you're overlooking one
thing."
"What's that?" Alicia said confused.
"I never answered your question."
That realization finally dawned on Alicia as she looked at
her friend. Not totally sure what Courtney meant by it, she
decided to ask it again.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"No, I'm not," Courtney said.
"Oh," Alicia replied, an audible sense of disappointment
in her voice.
"But I am, what I think you could be - bisexual,"
Courtney added.
"Oh!" Alicia repeated, this time with excitement
replacing disappointment.
"And somehow, I get the impression that if the answer
to your question was yes, you were also hoping that something
might happen between the two of us," Courtney added. "Or am
I wrong?"
"No, you're not wrong," Alicia admitted after a slight
hesitation. "I hope you're not offended."
"I'm hardly offended, if anything, I should be flattered,"
Courtney assured her. "But I can't help but wonder, why me? I
mean, in this day and age, and especially at a university, there
has to be no shortage of young women who wouldn't jump at the
chance to sleep with a pretty girl like you. Why look for an old
lady like me?"
"I don't want to sleep with a girl, at least not my first
time," Alicia quickly answered, "I want to sleep with a woman.
And I don't think you're old at all, I think you're sexy and
beautiful."
"I don't know what to say," Courtney said, really meaning
it.
"Say yes," Alicia answered just as quickly, her voice
almost pleading.
Courtney took a deep breath, then a second and third,
giving herself time to think. She was getting old, she said to
herself. Remembering how out of control she had been that
first year after her marriage fell apart, as if she was suddenly
a thirty-three year old virgin discovering sex for the first
time.
In a way, she later realized, that was what actually
happened. Especially when she discovered the excitement of
Sapphic sex when one of her new neighbors seduced her. Not
that she needed much in the way of seducing when she was
eager to experience every new thrill.
Back then, she would've taken a desirable girl like Alicia
on without a hesitant thought. In fact, before the conversation
they'd been having had been halfway over, she'd have had
Alicia down between her legs or herself down between hers.
And age was hardly a factor, she reminded herself. Not
when just last summer she'd taken home a seventeen-year-old
stock boy and fucked his brains out. Or more accurately, he
fucked hers out. She'd heard one of the other boys who went
to the same school make the comment that the awkward teen
was hung like a porn star and it had been a delight to discover
that the claim was true. There had also been that cashier the
year before. Not that many years older than Alicia, Heather
Nolen had undoubtedly been the cause of those dyke comments
that Alicia had overheard.
"Courtney?" Alicia said, realizing that the older woman
had been lost in thought for a few moments. "Courtney," she
repeated.
"Oh, sorry," Courtney apologized, then turned her full
attention back to Alicia. "Are you really sure about this?" she
asked.
"Absolutely," she answered with conviction.
Courtney wished she had the same certainty.
Nevertheless, she went forward hoping she was doing the right
thing. She was honest enough to admit to herself that part of
her was making the decision based on the wetness that had
been developing between her legs these past few minutes and
not the cold logic of reason.
"Okay, this is what we're going to do," Courtney said.
"You get off at seven, right?"
Alicia nodded her head yes, almost afraid to say anything
that might cause Courtney to change her mind.
"Well I finish up at six," the darker haired woman
considered, also reminding herself that she was going to be
very late getting back from her break. "So I'm going to give
you my address and why don't you come over about eight, would
that be all right?"
Again Alicia nodded yes.
"I'll order some take out for us, are you okay with
Chinese?"
Finally vocalizing her answer, Alicia said Chinese would be
fine.
"Remember, I'm not promising anything, we're just going
to have dinner and talk about it. Take it slow and easy and see
if this is something that we both want," Courtney said, trying
to sound convincing.
"I understand," Alicia said, unable to keep from smiling.
"Good, I'll see you then," Courtney concluded.
She started to turn and head back to Food Barn, then
hesitated. Glancing around to be sure they were still alone,
Courtney leaned closer and to Alicia, gently kissed her on the
lips. The kiss was brief, but sweet and filled with promise. She
let her tongue press against the younger woman's lips, just hard
enough to press them apart for a moment and make contact
with its counterpart.
"Eight o'clock," she repeated and then quickly turned
and hurried back to work.
Despite not looking back as she walked, Courtney couldn't
get Alicia out of her head. Each time she dismissed her image,
the younger woman instantly returned, wearing less clothes
than before. Keep that up, she told herself as she neared the
Food Barn, and you'll be jumping her the minute she walks in
your door, dinner or no dinner.
Now thats an even more dangerous idea, Courtney
further warned herself. More thoughts like that and she was
going to need a change of panties even before the work day was
over. Better to concentrate on an explanation that'll mollify
her boss after coming back so late from break. The man lived
by those time cards.
"I'll just tell him it was one of those female things,"
Courtney decided as she stepped inside, remembering that sort
of talk always freaked out the life long bachelor. "After all,
that isn't too far from the truth."
-=-=-=-
Sure enough, her explanation, along with the promise to
make up the time, satisfied the store manager. The remaining
few hours of Courtney's shift seemed to take forever,
especially since it did prove impossible to keep her mind on her
work. Thankfully, as she had said many times before, the job
was pretty much a no-brainer, consisting of just making sure
each item scanned correctly.
From her station, Courtney could see the Coffee King on
the other side of the center through the large glass windows.
Although she obviously couldn't see Alicia, the younger woman
was never out of her thoughts. What was she thinking now,
Courtney asked herself, now that they both had time to go over
what each had said to the other. Did she regret what had to
have be an impetuous decision? Courtney hoped not.
It had been some time since she'd been with another
woman. Two years in fact, since her Food Barn Christmas party
fling with Heather. There were only a few current workers
that went that far back, so Courtney had a good idea who had
been gossiping about her. Her prime suspect being Olivia
Reeves over in Produce. Only two years younger than her,
Courtney had been pretty sure that Olivia had plans for that
well-endowed stock boy herself and felt that Courtney had
stolen him from under her. That despite the fact that, unlike
Courtney, Olivia was still married. Yet, after meeting Danny
Reeves on more than once occasion, Courtney could almost feel
sorry for Olivia. Almost being the key word as most other
times she felt that the two of them deserved each other.
Comparing herself and Olivia, Courtney again wondered
what Alicia would think of her if things worked out the way she
thought they might. She had nothing against casual sex of
course, it would be hypocritical to think otherwise. But she was
nearly twice Alicia's age, she reminded herself and while she
thought herself in good shape, she was what she was. A
thirty-eight year old woman who no one was about to ask to
pose for an adult magazine, not even one of those senior ones,
she added with a grin. Still, she'd never had any complaints
from any other lover, male or female. Most of whom
appreciated the person she was inside, and not just the
wrappings that came with it. Besides, she finally reassured
herself, it was Alicia who had come to her, not the other way
around.
The end of the day finally came and as Courtney walked
to her car, she had to resist the urge to head over to the
coffee shop instead. Better to just wait and let events take
their course. She'd written her home and cell numbers on the
paper she'd given Alicia, along with her address. If the girl
changed her mind, she'd have ample opportunity to let her know
before eight.
It was only a twenty-minute drive home to the four room,
second floor apartment, which Courtney had lived in since
getting the job at Food Barn. It was all she needed,
comfortable and convenient. Plus it had its own outside
entrance so that if she did have a guest, she also had a measure
of privacy. The previous building she'd lived in had the nosiest
neighbors she had ever met.
Stripping out of her work clothes, it didn't take long for
Courtney to decide a shower was in order. It wasn't so much
from the days work as much as an anticipation of Alicia's visit.
Turning on the water and giving it a few minutes to get hot,
Courtney took out a bottle of wine she'd been saving and put it
on ice. Then she called the Chinese restaurant that she usually
ordered from and placed her order. She hoped Alicia would like
what she ordered and was told they'd be there in a half-hour.
Just enough time to wash up, she concluded.
The hot water, mixed with her favorite soap, felt good
against her skin as she washed, especially between her legs.
Looking down at the thick bush, Courtney recalled that it had
been some time since she'd trimmed it. Glancing at the small
shower clock stuck to the wall, she still had time. A few
minutes work with the small scissors from the vanity, then the
safety razor from the medicine chest reduced her hairy cover
to a thin layer, accenting rather then covering her mound.
Stepping out of the shower, she wiped the steam off the
large mirror and took a good look at herself. Five foot six, she
only weighed eight pounds more than the chart in her doctor's
office said she should. She liked to think that she carried the
extra weight well. Her breasts were still in good shape, the
result of a determination to put off the effects of time as long
as possible. They were at least a cup smaller than Alicia's, who
she guessed had to be at least a D cup, but Courtney liked hers
the way they were. Her nipples were the size of her pinky tip,
surrounded by quarter sized circles, dark pink in color.
A few more minutes were spent on more necessary
toiletries, then finally Courtney was satisfied. Wrapping a large
towel around her, she stepped out into the living room on her
way to the bedroom to dress. She'd gotten halfway there when
the doorbell rang.
"Oh shit, the food's already here," she said as she
looked down at her lack of clothing.
Buzzing the delivery boy up after checking that it was
him on the intercom , she grabbed a few bills from her purse
and headed for the door, planning to leave the chain in place and
opening it just enough to pass him the money. She'd open the
door all the way and get the food once he was back down the
stairs. Any other day, she grinned, she might've opened the
door and given him a treat. If he was really cute, she might've
even let the towel drop, accidentally of course.
An event that almost actually happened when, after
opening the door to pass the delivery boy the money, Courtney
was faced not with the teenager she expected, but Alicia. In
her hands were the white carton filled bags from the
restaurant.
"I sorry if I'm early," Alicia said, "but I was so anxious
I couldn't wait any longer. I told my supervisor I wasn't feeling
well and left early. I hope you're not mad."
For the moment at least, Courtney was too stunned to
say anything.
"I ran into the delivery boy downstairs and paid for
dinner," Alicia went on, holding up the two bags of food. "Can I
come in?"
"Of course," Courtney said through the crack as she
closed the door just long enough to undo the chain.
"Oh I am too early," Alicia gasped as she saw that
Courtney was wearing only a towel.
"It's okay, I only need a few minutes to throw something
on," Courtney assured her.
"Well why don't you do that and I'll set out some plates
for us," Alicia offered.
"That would be great," the older woman said as she
headed for her bedroom. "I put some wine on ice earlier, I
figured we could have it with the food."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," came Alicia's reply.
Courtney hadn't given any thought beforehand as to what
she wanted to change into, but figured that after a towel,
anything would be a step up. Grabbing a simple white blouse and
dark slacks from the closet, she laid them on the bed while she
pulled a bra and pair of panties from her top drawer. She got
dressed in record time, taking only a few extra minutes to dry
off her still damp hair. By the time she stepped back into the
living room, the meal order was all laid out on the dinette,
complete with wine glasses that Alicia had found in the kitchen
cabinets.
"I can't remember the last time my table looked this
nice," Courtney remarked as she walked up to Alicia.
The blonde replied with a smile and once her hostess was
close enough, a kiss as well. It was more than she would give
just a friend, but less than she would give a lover. Evidently,
she had taken Courtney's admonishment that they were just
there to talk to heart.
Still, the conversation over wine and Madame Chow's
best was hardly the sort heard around the table during Sunday
dinner with the family. Sex dominated as a topic, with
interesting aspects of each of their lives freely shared.
Despite her sometimes innocent demeanor, Alicia it
turned out was a lot more experienced at her age than Courtney
had been, despite her having already been married over a year
by that point. The blonde had lost her virginity only three
months after her seventeenth birthday, where as Courtney had
been legally an adult before she'd given hers to Jim.
Courtney was glad to discover she'd been right about her
conclusion about the older man in Alicia's life and her reason
for sleeping with him. She was, slightly shocked to discover
that he'd been the father of her best friend in high school and
she'd been the one who'd initiated the experience. The man
had been a widower at least, his wife having passed a few years
before.
Alicia was also, Courtney discovered, much more willing to
try different things than she had ever been. At least not
before her divorce. With an almost casual indifference, Alicia
mentioned that her friend's father had taken her anal cherry,
something Jim had unsuccessfully tried to do for the length of
their marriage.
"I've always had a simple philosophy as far as sex was
concerned," Alicia explained as they finished their meal and
moved to the couch to continue the conversation and the wine.
"Try everything at least once. If you like it, then do it again.
If not, then don't."
"Sounds very progressive," Courtney said, emptying her
second, or was it third glass of wine.
"How else are you ever going to know?" she asked
rhetorically. "Back in junior high, I thought a blowjob was the
most disgusting thing I could imagine. So what did I do but go
down on Johnny Walsh the first time we parked out by the lake.
He later told me that he would've been ecstatic if I'd just
played with his cock a little or let him put his hand under my
blouse."
"So what did you decide?"
"About what?"
"Blowjobs?"
"Oh," Alicia smiled, "I eventually decided that they
weren't so gross after all."
"Well I'm sure your later boyfriends appreciated that,"
Courtney commented.
"I can't believe how easy it is to talk to you like this,"
Alicia said as she finished her own wine. "I've never even said
some of these things to my closest girlfriends."
"Well sometimes it's easier to talk to a stranger,"
Courtney offered, "or at least someone who's just outside your
everyday life."
"Can I tell you something?" Alicia asked.
"Is that something that you even have to ask at this
point?" Courtney laughed, feeling the effects of the wine.
"You know what I just said about just going down on a guy
without thinking about it, just to do it."
Courtney nodded yes, wondering where this was going.
"Well I felt that way when I came in here tonight," she
confessed. "When I saw you wrapped only in that towel, I
wanted to forget everything else and just pull it off you and
crawl down between your legs, sticking my tongue in your
pussy."
"But you didn't."
"But I wanted to," she insisted.
"And there's nothing wrong with that," Courtney
countered with her own confession. "I have to admit that not
all of my thoughts about you have been exactly proper either."
The two of them just sat there for a long minute sharing
a smile. Finally, Alicia broke the silence.
"Are we going to have sex?"
"Yes, Alicia, I think we are," Courtney replied as she
leaned closer and their lips met again.
This time, the kiss was definitely that between lover, or
at least lovers to be.
-=-=-=-
One kiss led to another and soon enough they were
making out like teenagers in the back seat. Sliding their
tongues back and forth between each other's mouth, they
explored their bodies with their hands. Deep inside, the small
flames that had been simmering these past hours in both of
them began to grow in intensity.
"Why don't we move into the bedroom where we can be
more comfortable," Courtney suggested between kisses.
Alicia kissed her twice more, demonstrating her
reluctance to stop for even that long. Then she agreed.
Taking her by the hand, pausing to kiss her fingers,
Courtney led Alicia to her small bedroom. It was simply
furnished, like the rest of the apartment, but all that the
younger blonde cared was that it had a bed big enough for two.
If not, she was more than willing to just do it on the floor.
Still fully clothed, they stretched across the queen sized
mattress and picked up right where they had left off. Kisses
full of passion caused each of their hearts to race, even as the
temperature of their skin began to rise.
Alternating small laughs with kisses and caresses,
Courtney and Alicia continued to explore the length of their
bodies. One by one, the older woman undid the buttons of the
younger's blouse, her eyes opening wider as she reached the
fourth one, providing an even greater view of the bounty
beneath than she had ever gotten before. A view that only
grew as the rest of the buttons quickly followed.
"God, you have the most beautiful breasts," Courtney
said as she pulled apart the folds of Alicia's top to reveal the
red lace undergarment that held her large mounds in place.
Alicia responded with a smile, a sigh and then a deep
breath that only accented the depth of her valley. A hollow
Courtney gently ran her fingers between before sliding them
across the length of the rounded globes. The soft flesh was
warm to the touch, mirroring her own. With excitement in her
eyes, the brunette found and unclasped the two hemispheres.
Once released, they fell to each side.
Courtney's gaze immediately fell on the bright pink
nipples sticking out of darker, palmed-sized halos. Her head
dropped and she immediately closed her lips around the nearest
tip, tickling it with her tongue.
"Oh yes," Alicia sighed, closing her eyes to savor the
moment she had dreamed of on many a night. "suck my tits,
suck them hard."
Courtney didn't disappoint her as she quickly moved to
grant her request. Back and forth her tongue slid, washing over
her nipple and the sensitive tissue around it. At the same time,
she moved a hand to Alicia's other mound, deftly massaging it
with her fingertips. Actions that were alternated as her head
moved from one side to the other, and down into the valley
between.
"That feels so nice," the blonde, who had now opened her
eyes to watch, echoed.
Cradling one large breast in her hand, Courtney again ran
her tongue back and forth across it, pulling the nipple deep into
her mouth before releasing it and moving on to its twin. Alicia
arched her head back, breathing deep as tiny ripples of delight
washed over her.
After a few minutes, Alicia moved to undo Courtney's
shirt as well. The bust beneath was considered less impressive
by some standards, but the younger woman considered it no less
desirable. Eagerly she duplicated Courtney's actions and for
the first time since she was a baby, suckled at the bounty of
another woman. A gift she appreciated to the fullest.
Kisses continued to cover flesh and mouths, with tongues
leaving wet trails in their wake. As their bodies rubbed against
the other, Courtney slid a free hand down and opened the top
of Alicia's jeans. Softly she slipped her fingers past the now
open waistband, coming to rest against panties even wetter than
those she had discarded earlier.
The pressure against her mound brought a loud moan
from Alicia as she shifted her body to give Courtney better
access. Making the most of the extra room, the older woman
was able to move her fingers under the damp material to stroke
the more saturated mound beneath.
"Oooooooo," Alicia cried, giving voice to the rush of
ecstasy that ripped across her body.
A cry that was cut short by the press of Courtney's lips
against hers as she thrust her tongue deep into the blonde's
mouth, exploring its furthest reaches. Kisses covered her face,
working their way down to her breasts and then back again,
while talented fingers worked their own special magic between
the young woman's legs.
The road to orgasm was a familiar one to Alicia, but
never before had she felt the journey pass so quickly. Twice
she felt herself on the crest of a climax, only to have it recede
as Courtney slowed her pace. Then she would pick it up again.
A third time followed, after which Courtney removed her
hand totally, running her fingers up across Alicia's stomach,
even as she kissed her erect nipples again and again.
Bringing her hands back down, Courtney, with a little help
from Alicia as she lifted her ass up off the bed, slid down her
jeans until the blonde could lift her legs and kick them off
totally.
With Alicia now in a half sitting position, Courtney bent
over and put her head right between her legs and on the lightly
covered mound she had been playing with. Her agile fingers
were replaced with an even more nimble tongue as the
thirty-eight year old parted the folds of the younger woman's
sex and pressed it deep inside.
Unable to find the words to describe what she was
feeling, Alicia simply moaned louder and longer. It may have
been a long time since Courtney had eaten pussy, but the little
tricks she had learned came right back to her. Tricks that sent
her neophyte lover right through the roof.
"More, please more," Alicia managed to gasp between
labored breaths. "Please God, don't stop whatever you do."
But Courtney had no intention of stopping. If anything
the reaction of the woman beneath her only spurred her
onward. Two fingers joined her tongue and quickly enough she
was fucking Alicia with both. Lifting her left leg as high as she
could, the smaller woman shifted her body to again give her
lover greater access.
Access she greedily took as two more fingers joined the
fray, pressing in and out with increasing ferocity, matched only
by that of the dark haired woman's tongue. This time there
was no thought of pulling back from the abyss as together they
raced there with unbridled abandon.
Alicia's orgasm, when it finally hit, did so explosively. As
Courtney felt Alicia's body tense, she quickly shifted her body,
wrapping her legs around Alicia and holding the two of them
tight against the other. With one leg between both of Alicia's,
Courtney pressed it hard against her mound, keeping up the
pressure as her mouth closed on the blonde's sweaty breasts,
closing around the nearest nipple. Locked together as one, they
rode out the erotic cataclysm she'd unleashed.
Their bodies covered with the effects of their
exertions, the two woman laid against each other, continuing to
share kisses long after the last of the tremors subsided.
"That, was fucking fantastic," Alicia finally said between
kisses. "I can't remember the last time I came so hard."
Courtney just smiled, finding it amusing how a girl who
she never so much heard use a 'damn' found it so easily to
curse like a teamster in bed. As her hands continued to caress
Alicia's large breasts, Courtney considered that right now, if
any of them had known, she would be the envy of every man who
ever walked into the coffee shop. And probably a few of the
women as well, based on the way she'd seen some of them
checking the counter girl out.
Catching her second wind, Alicia rolled on top of Courtney
and kissed her again. A kiss filled with the fire that had just
ravaged her body. The older brunette wrapped her arms
around the smaller woman, running her hands up and down her
back, fingers dancing a playful tune.
Alicia brought her mouth down to Courtney's breasts,
covering them with gentle kisses and semi-hard bites. Her
tongue curled around the excited nipples, causing them to grow
even stiffer as she closed her lips around them. Her hands
worked their way from the underside of the brunette's mounds
to join her energetic attentions.
"Hmmm," Courtney purred as she let her head drop back
against the pillow. "I could get used to this real easily."
The short haired blonde continued to play with the
smaller, more rounded globes, again alternating her focus from
one to the other, using her hands on the one not being
pleasured by her mouth.
Ever so slowly, she began to work her way downward until
only her hands remained to titillate Courtney's bounty. Bit by
bit she worked her way down between the older woman's legs,
leaving a trail of kisses and long, luscious licks. Her hands
began to follow the rest of her, gliding along the side of the
woman beneath and across her thighs. Using a gentle pressure,
she parted Courtney's legs to give herself more room and a
better view of the treasure within.
"It's beautiful," she gasped as she got her first real
look at another woman's pussy, causing the older woman to
thank the fact that she had taken time to attend to her
personal grooming.
Aside from pictures she had downloaded from the
Internet, and of course secret glances she had taken of her
friends in changing rooms, Alicia had never seen another
woman's sex. At least not this close. She took in a long breath,
drinking deeply of the heady scent of Courtney's pussy. Many
times she had, out of curiosity, tasted her own juices. She
wondered if other women tasted different.
Courtney's hands had followed Alicia's down her body,
coming to rest against the back of the blonde's head. She let
them just rest there, playing with the short strands. There
was no need to rush the younger woman, she thought, soon
enough she would get to where both of them wanted her to be.
This was a moment to be savored, one that she was sure the
twenty-year old wanted to fix in her mind.
Tentatively, almost reverently, Alicia ran her hand across
Courtney's mound, her fingertips barely bushing against the
short, dark hairs. A little more pressure opened the folds of
her sex, an opening she was quick to explore. A sticky, warm
wetness engulfed two of her fingers as they penetrated the
last barrier to her heart's desire.
"Mmmm," Courtney moaned in satisfaction as she felt
Alicia enter her, shifting her body forward to drive her a little
deeper inside.
Alicia took the hint and began to, slowly at first and then
with an increasing tempo, thrust her extended fingers in and
out of Courtney's pussy. The reaction within the older woman's
body was obvious and almost instantaneous, causing the blonde
to pick up the pace even more.
Then, satisfied that she was doing it right, she abruptly
paused and withdrew her fingers. Without changing position,
Courtney looked down and was able to watch as Alicia slipped
her now honey covered fingers into her mouth. It only took a
moment for her to lick them clean, but the expression on her
face seemed to echo the old television jingle, 'finger licking
good.'
A sentiment that seemed also on Alicia's mind as she
pressed her face deep between Courtney's legs and continued
her explorations, this time using her tongue as a probe. With
her fingers clearing the way, Alicia pressed deep inside
Courtney, overjoyed to discover that not only did every woman
indeed taste different, but that the ambrosia that they carried
was even sweeter at the source.
As with her fingers, Alicia began slowly, then moved with
increased vigor. At first, she furiously gyrated her tongue
right and left, trying to cover every inch of soft pink flesh.
Then she began to calm down and concentrate on what she knew
felt good to her. Some things, she was sure, had to be
universal.
Her heart felt like it skipped a beat when her tongue
found Courtney's enlarged clit. Excitedly, she twirled her
probing tip to the underside of the brunette's core, running
back and forth across it and then pushing even deeper to take
it between her lips. The body beneath her reacted as if it had
been hit by lightning, causing every inch of it to shudder.
"Oh baby, yes," Courtney cried out as she took a firm
grip on the back of Alicia's head and now applied the pressure
she had resisted applying before. "Suck that pussy, eat it
good!"
Giving the task her all, Alicia couldn't remember the
first time she considered the idea of pleasuring a woman in this
way. She only knew that whenever it had been, the act hadn't
carried any of the nastiness she had once associated with doing
the same for a man.
A second thought also occurred to her, a line from a
show she'd once seen on cable. The speaker, a lesbian, was
telling a straight woman that no matter how much she enjoyed
the company of other women, "if you're not going to eat pussy,
then you're not a dyke". Well, now after just thinking about it
for more years than she wanted to admit, Alicia told herself,
she could finally call herself one. Or half a one anyway, since
she wasn't sure she was willing to give up cocks quite just yet.
"That's it baby, you're doing great," Courtney assured
her between moans, remembering how important it was for her
to hear that the first time she'd been with a woman.
Alicia's enthusiasm helped to overcome her inexperience.
That, along with Courtney's hair trigger response to almost any
stimulation, was enough to catapult the older woman to a higher
level of ecstasy that the younger could've imagine herself
capable of delivering.
"Oh God, oh ... God!," Courtney cried out in shortened
breaths, "I ... I'm goi..going to ... come!"
No single phrase had ever brought such happiness to
Alicia in her life. Not even "I love you" came close. If she had
one secret fantasy that she had never shared, it was to make
another woman come by going down on her.
Later on, the young blonde would try and find the words
to express exactly what she had felt when Courtney reached
orgasm. The words would never come but the feeling that filled
her at that moment would never be forgotten. It was as if she
had her own orgasm as well, or at last shared Courtney's.
"You've got to have done this before," Courtney said as
Alicia climbed back into her arms. "No one is that good their
first time."
"Only in my dreams," Alicia assured her as she nestled
her head between Courtney's breasts.
"Well honey, those dreams were made of gold," Courtney
replied as she leaned down and kissed her, tasting her own
orgasm on Alicia's lips.
"I guess I made the right decision then," Alicia said
after giving a kiss of her own."
"What decision was that?" Courtney asked, unsure what
she meant.
"To make sure that my first time was with a woman, and
not just another girl," came the reply.
"Honey, I'm going to tell you this only once and I don't
want you to ever let anyone ever tell you different," Courtney
said as she ran her fingers gently across Alicia's cheek. "You
are most definitely a woman, in every sense of the word."
"Then, woman to woman, could we do this again?" she
asked, her eyes lighting up in anticipation.
"As many times, and as often as you want," Courtney
promised, thinking that her decision to splurge for a gourmet
coffee this afternoon was the best one she'd made all year.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2005
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