A Path Unexpected
by Ann Douglas
Brianna O'Connell, Bree to her friends, stood on the sidewalk outside
North Cambridge Elementary School, watching as her daughter walked up the
path to the main entrance with a few of her friends. As they disappeared inside,
the redheaded twenty-eight year old's thoughts flashed back to a time when she
would've walked Kellie herself.
But those days were gone as her only child, now a precocious ten, would
no longer permit such an embarrassment. In only a few more years, much too
soon in the eyes of the ponytailed mom, Kellie would be a teenager. Then what
would she do?
'You'll do what you've always done,' Bree said to herself as she turned
away. 'You'll deal with it and keep moving forward.'
With that she started off to where she'd parked her car, only to stop thirty
feet along when she heard someone call her name. Looking up in that direction,
Bree saw a trio of women standing by the flagpole - women quite familiar.
Seeing one of the women waving to her, she started up the small incline towards
them.
"Ladies," Bree said with a smile as she reached the flagstaff, shifting
her head left to right to look into the faces of Matilda Dougherty, Yvette
Sanchez and Brenda Kauffman. Along with herself and Valerie Stanton, they
made up the executive committee of the North Cambridge PTA.
"I thought you couldn't make it this morning," Brenda, who had been the
one to call out her name, said, "but I'm so glad you did."
"Make it to what?" Bree asked, focusing her attention on Matilda, who
had a look of disappointment on her face.
"Actually, it's my fault," Matilda, who was the chairwoman of the
committee, said, interrupting the exchange between Bree and Brenda. "As silly
as it sounds, I simply forgot to send you a text about this morning's meeting."
"Well then, isn't it a lucky thing that Kellie was running late and I had to
drive her this morning?" Bree replied, not believing the explanation for a
moment. "So what's this all about?"
Matilda seemed hesitant to answer, but Brenda had no such
reservations, quickly explaining that Matilda had called her and Yvette last night,
saying she wanted to go over the plans for the Fifth Grade Social one last time.
Based on Matilda's reluctance, Bree figured it was something the bleached
blonde hadn't wanted her to know about.
The only reason Matilda Dougherty had been elected to the
chairmanship of the committee in the first place was because her husband, a
local land developer, had made a sizeable donation to the student activities fund
a week before the vote. Once sworn in, she'd wasted no time in trying to remake
the committee in her own image.
Twice before, Matilda had proposed changes to the social that she felt,
in her opinion, would improve the dance. Both times her suggestions had been
voted down, the last occurring just a week ago at the regular PTA meeting.
Having known Matilda since they were teenagers, Bree wasn't surprised that the
chairwoman had pulled a stunt like this. According to the committee rules, three
members were a quorum, and since Yvette would vote however Matilda told her
to, the changes would undoubtedly have passed had not Bree unexpectedly
turned up.
"Why are we still going on about this?" Bree asked, the irritation in her
tone evident. "Wasn't two votes on the matter enough, even for you?"
"Well, I felt that we should take one more look at it," Matilda replied, her
tone still reflecting her own annoyance at Bree's appearance. "After all, we do
want it to be the best it can be for the kids, don't we?"
'More like what's best for Matilda Dougherty,' Bree thought but didn't
say. What she did say was, "And what about Valerie, did you forget to text her
too?"
"No, I did ask her if she could stop by this morning," Matilda replied,
"and she said she couldn't because she had a new client coming in."
Bree doubted Matilda told Valerie why they were getting together or she
would've been here. Both their kids were in the fifth grade and would be
attending the Social, so both had an interest in seeing it go off without Matilda's
changes.
The animosity between Bree and Matilda dated back to their days at
Grant High. Even then Matilda was an arrogant little bitch, always trying to
make everything all about her. In her mind she viewed herself as Miss
Popularity, but at least half the girls in her class had a different soubriquet for
her, one that most wouldn't repeat in public.
The origin of the conflict between the two women could be traced to their
sophomore year, when both were nominated to be the class representative on
the student council. Certain that she couldn't beat Bree in a fair vote, Matilda
sought to disqualify or at least sabotage Bree's chances by spreading the rumor
that she was pregnant. A claim that, while prophetic, was definitely at the time
not true. Unfortunately for Bree, the rumor took on a life of its own when the
redhead wound up being sidelined for a month with mononucleosis. Matilda had
won the race by the narrowest of margins.
Revenge had been quick in coming as Bree targeted Matilda's biggest
weakness, her ego. Not exactly blessed by the boob fairy, the then brunette was
always sensitive about the size of her breasts. So much so that she had taken to
stuffing her bra at an early age. She was hardly the only girl to do so, but few
took it to the extremes that she did. There was hardly a girl who shared a locker
room with her that didn't know she was barely a B cup, much less the C she
presented to the world. What Bree did was arrange a little demonstration that
shared that information with the rest of the student body.
Bumping into Matilda in a crowded hallway during first period, Bree
surreptitiously stuck a long straight pin into her breast, or more precisely the
piles of tissue paper surrounding it. That the pin was there, but not who had
placed it, was almost common knowledge by third period.
Matilda didn't find out about it until the end of the school day, wrongly
assuming that the looks she was getting from other students were, at least in her
mind, ones of admiration. When one of her entourage finally heard the story
and let her know, Matilda's humiliation was only exceeded by her desire for
revenge. The problem was, while she had her suspicions, she was never able to
prove who had done it.
"Well, unless anyone has changed their mind since last Friday, it would
still be two for and two against, which, however you want to look at it, is a tie,"
Bree said. "So it stays just the way it is."
"Actually, according to the committee rules, in the event of a tie vote,
any committee member can call for further debate on the issue," Matilda
pointed out, "and then a final vote afterwards."
'She's just not going to let go,' Bree thought, not being able to
remember anyone in the PTA ever going to such lengths as Matilda seemed
willing to go, to get her way.
Glancing at her watch, Bree reminded herself that she really didn't have
time for this. It was her day off and she had a half dozen errands to run, the
most important of which was picking up Kellie's dress at the dry cleaners. Not
having a job, Matilda could afford to spend most of the morning debating the
issue. Then it occurred to Bree that she had the solution to the problem right in
her pocket.
"Hold that thought," she said to Matilda, holding up her index finger on
one hand as she pulled out her cell phone with the other, quickly speed dialing a
number.
There was a brief ring during which Bree hit another button that put the
smart phone on speaker. On the second ring, a familiar voice said hello.
"Valerie, I'm sorry to bother you," Bree said, "but I'm here with Matilda,
Yvette and Brenda at the school, and it seems Matilda is insisting that we revisit
the changes to the Fifth Grade Social that she had proposed last week. Since
there are only four of us we're looking at a tie, so…."
Bree didn't get any further.
"Hell no, and that's my vote," said the voice over the speaker.
"Well, I guess that's settles it," Bree smiled, again apologizing for
bothering Valerie before ending the call.
"That doesn't count," Matilda said as Bree put the phone back in her
pocket. "You can't vote over the phone."
"Really, and where in the rules does it say that?" Bree said, continuing
her smile.
Matilda opened her mouth to say something but couldn't come up with
an answer.
"I didn't think so," Bree said, feeling a bit pleased with herself. Then,
turning to Yvette and Brenda, she added, "I guess we're done here, ladies, so I'll
wish you all a good day."
As she turned and walked back down the small slope, it didn't take much
imagination for Bree to picture the look on Matilda's face. This hadn't been the
first time she and Valerie had ruined the chairwoman's plans, but it was probably
going to be the last. Next term, Kellie, and Valerie's son, Mark, would be
moving on to Junior High and both North Cambridge and Matilda Dougherty
would be things of the past. Of the two, she would only miss one.
-=-=-=-
Forty minutes later, Bree pulled her 2002 Ford Focus into the driveway
of her split level house. Exiting the well worn vehicle with a plastic-covered
dress in hand, she took a moment to carefully lock the door. North Cambridge
might not be the big city she spent her preteen years in, but it wasn't Mayberry
either. Some small town habits were still beyond her.
As she stepped up onto the porch, Bree didn't see, at least at first, the
figure sitting on the bench just off to the right, hidden from the street by the
hedges. It was only when she'd reached the top step and the visitor stood up
that she realized someone was there. In alarm, she jumped back before
recognizing a most familiar face.
"Jesus, Valerie, you almost gave me a heart attack," she said, coming
to a stop just at the edge of the steps.
"Sorry," the well-dressed black woman said with a apologetic smile. "I
figured you'd head right home after dropping Kellie off, but you weren't here
when I arrived. So I decided to wait a bit in case you were on your way. I only
sat behind the hedges because I didn't want that nosey neighbor of yours to see
me waiting."
"You could've told me you were stopping by, you know," Bree said as
she brought her key up to the lock. "We did talk, what, a half hour ago?"
"But that would've ruined the surprise," Valerie grinned.
Bree gave her a serious if not angry look, held it for a few seconds, then
stuck out her tongue. Valerie responded with a hearty laugh.
"Well, let's not put on a show for Mrs. Wilson," Bree said in reference to
the inquisitive neighbor Valerie had mentioned. "Since you're here, you might as
well come on in."
A smile still on her face, Valerie followed Bree thought the doorway.
In contrast to Bree's blue jeans and white short-sleeved blouse, Valerie
wore a dark, navy blue business suit and skirt. Barely an inch taller than the
redhead's five six, the ebony skinned, thirty-two year old was the owner and
main employee of a small but growing law practice.
A natural beauty, she wore little makeup and kept her black afro cut
short, only a quarter inch in height. Regardless of what she wore, however, the
first thing that men, and most women, noticed about her was her thirty-eight inch
bust - the contours of which were plainly visible beneath the white blouse she
wore under her jacket.
The two women had been introduced three years before by their
respective offspring, and quickly found that, despite different backgrounds, they
shared a mutual outlook on life, that eventually blossomed into a close
friendship.
"Wait a second; don't you have a new client coming in this morning?"
Bree asked as she hung up Kellie's dress on a hook rack in the foyer.
"Do I?" Valerie asked, a mischievous smile on her face. .
"But Matilda said…" Bree started to say, and then paused. "You are
diabolical," she said instead with a grin.
"No, I've just learned from experience," Valerie replied. "Matilda has a
habit of asking for free legal advice, especially if it's something she doesn't want
her husband to know about. I don't mind an occasional question or two, but
she's gotten to the point where she should probably be paying me a retainer."
"I guess I'm lucky that Matilda only talks to me when she absolutely has
to," Bree observed, "and I don't have anything that anyone else would want."
"Oh I wouldn't say that," Valerie noted with a sly smile.
"So, not that I'm not happy to see you, but what was so important that
you had to take time out from your day to come over?" Bree asked as she led
Valerie into the living room.
"It just occurred to me, as I was driving to the office this morning, that
since I have such a nice new SUV, and you just have that piece of… excuse
me, that classic old car out in the driveway," Valerie said as she came to a stop
about a foot from Bree, "that Mark and I should come by about seven-thirty to
pick you and Kellie up. Then we can all go to the dance together."
"That would be fine," Bree said, a bit surprised that was why Valerie had
stopped by. "Although I don't see why you needed to tell me that personally."
"Well, I guess I could've just called and told you," Valerie said as she
took a large step closer, "but if I had, then I wouldn't have been able to do…
this."
Bree was caught by surprise as Valerie slipped her arm around the
younger woman's waist and, in a sudden, quick motion, pulled her close. Leaning
inward, her mouth pressed against Bree's as she kissed her in a definitely not
just a friend way.
-=-=-=-
The unexpected embrace took Bree by surprise, but only for a moment.
Then she began to respond, her arms wrapping around Valerie even as she
opened her mouth to allow the press of the other woman's tongue.
As their mouths shared a mutual passion, excited hands moved across
their bodies. Bree moaned softly as she felt Valerie's hand close around her
breast, squeezing it softly. She moaned even louder as that hand opened just
enough buttons to create a passage and slip inside her blouse. Sliding up under
her bra, Valerie's fingers found warm flesh, quickly making their way to her
nipple, stroking it to a firm hardness.
Valerie's other hand was equally active, moving with practiced skill as
she undid both the belt of Bree's jeans and the snaps beneath. Keeping her
hand within the redhead's blouse in place, Valerie moved behind Bree, pulling
her so tight against her that her breasts pressed hard into the younger woman's
back.
By now, she'd also pushed Bree's bra up and off her breasts, exposing
both mounds. Moving her hand back and forth, she gave them equal attention,
covering the supple flesh with her eager caress.
With Bree's jeans now loosened, it took little effort for Valerie to bring
her free hand under the waistband of the heavy corduroys and then that of the
much thinner cotton panties beneath. From there it was but a moment's journey
to the lightly haired mound that was her goal. An excited smile filled her face as
she made contact and found it already wet to her touch.
"Blessed Mother," Bree gasped as she felt Valerie's fingers slide inside
of her, using the invocation taught to her by her catechism teachers at Saint
Matthew's in a manner that no doubt would've shocked the good sisters.
Valerie began slowly, gently moving two fingers deep within Bree,
causing her to become even wetter. Then she quickened her pace, adding a
third finger and probing even further. Waves of delight washed across Bree's
excited flesh, her breaths beginning to shorten even as her heart started to race.
With Bree's head arched back, Valerie took the opportunity to kiss first
her neck, and then her lips. The look of bliss on the woman in her arms
encouraged her to increase her efforts. It didn't take all that long for Valerie to
work her magic.
"Oh God, Val… I'm gonna…" Bree cried out amidst labored breaths.
Not that Valerie needed the warning, as the quaking of the body against
her gave more than ample warning of the impending explosion. If she could see
the motion of her hand within Bree's pants, it would be but a blur, but she didn't
need to see it to see its effect. Not more than a dozen heartbeats followed
before the core of Bree's sex exploded in erotic fury.
"Oooooooooo," Bree moaned loudly as she felt her legs grow weak
beneath her, her body rocking with joy.
Through it all, Valerie held her tight, sharing part of the delight she had
brought her, an enjoyment reflected in the elation on her face. She waited until
she was sure that Bree had regained her footing before releasing her hold on
her.
"That… that was nice," Bree said as she regained her breath, "really
nice."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Valerie smiled as she watched her friend
adjust her clothing, restoring a more respectable appearance.
"I don't think 'enjoyed' is a good enough word," the redhead corrected.
That made Valerie smile even more.
"Not that I'm complaining, mind you," Bree went on after she finished
composing herself, "but what happened to the idea of us keeping things like this
for our alone time?"
Valerie didn't immediately answer. Instead, she looked first to her right,
then her left, and finally behind her. An action that left Bree a bit bewildered.
"Well, as far as I can tell, we're alone here," Valerie finally replied, "and
is any time really a bad time?"
Bree really couldn't argue with that.
"Do you have time for me to return the favor?" she asked Valerie,
desire in her tone..
"Would that I did," Valerie replied, "but while I don't have a new client
this morning, I do have a late morning appointment I really can't miss."
"I understand," Bree said, disappointment clear in her voice.
"But soon enough, my love," Valerie promised.
That made the redhead smile once more.
They shared one last kiss and then Valerie was on her way, saying again
that she would see Bree at seven-thirty.
Bree resisted the temptation to stand by the door and watch Valerie walk
towards the car she had hidden around the corner. Instead, she sat alone in the
now empty living room and considered what had just happened and what change
it might signify in the relationship she and Valerie had shared for nearly a year.
A relationship that had never been planned, but had since become vital to Bree's
happiness. One that had started with the best of intentions, and the most
ordinary of decisions.
-=-=-=-
"Come on, Bree, it'll be fun," Valerie said as she dried the dish that Bree
had just washed, sharing the cleanup of their weekly dinner together.
This time, it had been Bree's turn to cook, and after Mark and Kellie had
been sent off to do their homework, Valerie had brought up again the idea of
Bree coming along with her to Douglaston on her business trip the coming
weekend.
"I don't know," Bree responded as she rinsed off another dish. "I'd have
to find someone to watch Kellie and…"
"Which, if you'd paid more attention to what I've been saying, I've
already taken care of," Valerie cut her off. "David will be home by Friday, as
you well know, and he's already said Kellie's welcome to stay over at our house."
David Stanton was Valerie's husband, a Lieutenant Commander in the
Navy. He spent just as much time deployed at sea as than he did at home, if not
more. They had been married almost fifteen years and even with those
prolonged absences seemed to make it work.
The trip that Valerie was trying to get Bree to accompany her on was a
once a month thing, the business of which only took a few hours of her time.
Most other clients would've been content to send her the material she needed to
review, but Alfred Dukes was a bit of an eccentric. Preferring face to face
interactions, he'd rather have her take a three hour train ride upstate and stay
overnight. Since Mr. Dukes had been one of her first clients, she was glad to
make the effort, especially since not only did he pay both her fare and hotel bill,
but over the years had referred a number of more local clients to her.
"Your husband doesn't mind you going away the first time he's been
home in months?" Bree asked as she handed off the still wet dish.
"David understands how important the monthly trip up to Douglaston is
to my practice," she said.
"Then he's one in a million," Bree laughed. "I can't imagine many men
letting their wives out of the bedroom after four months at sea, much less letting
her traipse off halfway across the state."
"Well, we have been married a long time," Valerie pointed out as she
laid the last dish down on the counter. "That part of marriage really isn't all that
important to us anymore."
"Yeah, like I'm going to believe that," Bree replied in a skeptical tone.
In the summer of the year they met, with the then younger children
safely left in the care of grandparents, the two couples had vacationed together
at a resort down in the Caribbean. Much to Bree's initial dismay, the beach there
turned out to be clothing optional, with few guests availing themselves of the
option. After an initial hesitation, she finally decided, what the hell, when in
Rome, and joined the crowd.
After a few days, the constant nudity all around her seemed so casual,
Bree no longer gave it a thought - well, at least as far as strangers were
concerned. David Stanton, she discovered once they left their swimsuits behind,
wasn't endowed like the girls back in high school used to whisper about, but was
gifted enough to lend at least some credibility to the rumors they'd heard. So
much so that, try as she might, Bree couldn't help wondering what it might be
like with someone that impressive. Not that Frankie wasn't equally impressive,
at least in his own way, she told herself.
On their next to last night at the resort, with the men off on a late night
hiking excursion that held little appeal to their wives, Bree and Valerie found
themselves at the seaside bar downing shots. After having enough of them to
wash away her inhibitions, Bree found herself broaching the subject. As soon as
the words had left her mouth, however, she immediately felt that she'd gone too
far over the line.
To her surprise, rather than be offended, Valerie had laughed and said
that if Bree ever really wanted to find out, then she didn't have a problem with
her doing so. Thankfully, come the following morning, the question seemed
forgotten and Bree chalked it all up to the two of them having been just a bit
drunk.
"You're sure I wouldn't be in the way," Bree asked, bringing a smile to
Valerie as she saw her friend was finally at least considering the idea.
"I just need three or four hours on Saturday to meet with Alfred," Valerie
again explained. "Then we'd have the rest of the day and half of Sunday to
ourselves. I usually take the three-forty train back home."
"I guess I could use a day or two away from home," Bree finally
admitted.
Valerie beamed; she had won.
Bree had been depressed of late and the reason was obvious. This
month, next week in fact, would be the second anniversary of Frankie
O'Connell's death. Bree had come to grips with his loss in an industrial accident
a few months after that Caribbean trip, but that didn't mean she didn't feel low at
times because of it.
Frankie and Bree had been high school sweethearts, deeply in love,
well, lust at least. So much so that she found herself pregnant at graduation and
married before the summer was over. In the years since Kellie had been born,
however, that love had cooled until, by the time of the accident, they were doing
little more than cohabiting. The shared vacation had been a last attempt to
rekindle the fires. But even with that being true, she still missed him at times.
Between the insurance settlement and her job at the Food Mart, Bree
managed to live a simple but comfortable life with her daughter. It also helped
that her father in law, Steve O'Connell, a successful businessman, doted on his
only granddaughter and saw that she wanted for nothing. He had made the
same offer to Bree, not understanding why she felt the need to work, but she'd
declined. His paying her bills was where she drew the line.
-=-=-=-
Come Saturday morning, bright and early, Bree and Valerie were at the
train station to catch the seven fifteen Northbound Limited, and, three hours
later, stepped out onto the streets of Douglaston. After checking into their room,
Valerie went off to meet Alfred Dukes and Bree headed downtown to check out
the shops. She really didn't plan to buy anything, but it was fun just to browse.
They met up for a late lunch, after which they spent a few hours
sightseeing, winding up at the Museum of Art. They'd been admiring the exhibits
there about two hours when Valerie drew Bree's attention to an item of interest
not found in the little booklet they'd been given on the way in.
"Don't look now, but that guy is checking you out," Valerie said in a
whisper, leaning close to Bree so that only she could hear.
"What?" Bree said in surprise, her voice loud enough to be heard by
nearby bystanders.
"To your right, over by the painting of the girl on the swing," Valerie
clarified in the same low voice. "The cute one with the short black hair," she
added, identifying him among the three men standing there.
Curious, but not wanting to seem interested, Bree managed to take a
look without being too obvious about it. She timed it just right, as she did indeed
catch him checking her out. At least five nine and well defined, he looked to be
in his early to mid-thirties. Well dressed, she decided Valerie did him an
injustice in only calling him cute.
"God, he is, isn't he?" she said in surprise, her tone now much lower.
"What do you sound so surprised?" Valerie asked.
"I don't know, I guess it just feels a little bit strange," Bree replied.
"I don't know why," Valerie replied. "You're an attractive woman, single
and available. Or did I miss something when you finally took off your wedding
band and went out on a couple of dates a few months back?"
` "I only did that to make Steve happy," Bree said, referring to her father
in law. He felt I needed to get out and start living my life again."
"And in that at least, he was right," Valerie said, having not always
agreed with the older man. "So what was the problem?"
Before she answered, Bree glanced around her to make sure no one
was too near. No one was, but even so, she pulled Valerie off to an empty
alcove where they could talk in private.
"Because it didn't take long for me to realize that all any of the men that
asked me out were looking for was to take me to bed," Bree said.
"And you say that like that's a bad thing," Valerie questioned, thinking
that she knew a few single women Bree's age who would've been quite happy
with that prospect.
"You don't understand," Bree said.
"Obviously not," she countered, "so why don't you enlighten me?"
"Men assume that since I'm a young widow I'm perpetually horny and
that, given the chance, I'd fuck just about anyone that asks," she said.
"And that's not true, right?"
"The hell it isn't," Bree replied without hesitation. "I've been going
through batteries so fast these last few months that I feel like I should be
investing in Duracell."
Valerie resisted the urge to laugh. She could sympathize with her friend,
because her own night table also contained an assortment of battery powered
toys.
"Then why you didn't just fuck one of those guys you went out with?"
Valerie asked. "It's the twenty-first century: no one expects you to marry a guy
just because you share his bed a few times."
"If I was back in the city, I'd agree with you," Bree replied, "but as much
as I love it, North Cambridge is a really small town. You have no idea how hard
it is to keep a secret there. Back when Frankie was alive, I used to hear him and
his buddies talk all the time about which women in town were easy lays. Guys
like to talk worse than women, especially about who they've slept with."
With David gone more then he was home, Valerie never had to deal with
things like that, or have someone like Sarah Wilson living next door who
watched not only her coming and goings, but who might be spending the night.
Of course if she had, Valerie was certain she'd have had it out with the nosy old
bitty long ago.
"Trust me, it's not as hard to keep a secret as you might think," she
offered, "but I can appreciate your concern."
She paused a long breath.
"But we're not in North Cambridge now" she added. " So if a guy
expresses an interest, why not see where it might go?"
"Val, you know I'm no prude," Bree said. "I gave it up to Frankie on his
sixteenth birthday, and some of the things we did after we were married, well, I
never imagined myself doing half of them. But as horny as I've been, I don't
think I could ever do it with a stranger."
As they stepped back into the main chamber, the point proved itself
academic. The man who had expressed such an appreciation of her assets was
now long gone.
-=-=-=-
It was almost dinnertime when they got back to the hotel, but neither
woman was feeling especially hungry. What they both wanted, however, was a
drink. So rather than head back up to the room, they instead found themselves
in the hotel bar.
"Oh, that is good," Bree said as she took her first taste of the cocktail
she had ordered.
Valerie also sampled her drink, expressing her satisfaction with a broad
smile.
"So what's on the agenda for tonight?" Bree said as she laid her drink
on the small table the two of them had taken over in the far corner.
"That's up to you," Valerie said. "I invited you along to enjoy yourself."
Bree thought about it a bit, and not really coming up with a suitable
answer, asked Valerie what she did when she stayed overnight every month.
"I'm sure you don't spend the night up in your room watching cable," she
laughed.
"Oh, I have my entertainments," the older woman replied, "but I don't
think they're something you'd be interested in."
"How do you know?" Bree inquired, taking another taste of her drink.
"You'll just have to trust me on that," Valerie answered, picking up her
own glass.
That answer left Bree a bit intrigued, but in the end she decided to not
delve further into her friend's privacy.
Looking over the visitor's guide they'd picked up earlier, they tossed a
few ideas back and forth. They finally decided that, since it was such a nice
night, they would take a walk down by the Esplanade along the river and find a
nice restaurant for a late dinner. But first, a trip up to the room to freshen up and
change was definitely in order.
They finished their drinks and exited back into the lobby. They'd just
about reached the elevator when a tall, well proportioned blonde walked up to
them and began to excitedly speak to Valerie. That the lawyer might know a few
people in a city she visited every month didn't seem unusual to Bree. What was
confusing was that, despite the fact that she clearly seemed to know Valerie, she
repeatedly called her by another name.
"Victoria, why didn't you let me know you were going to be in town this
weekend?" the thirty-something woman who, Bree later learned, was named
Alicia asked. "If you had, I'd definitely have canceled whatever plans I had."
For the first time since she'd met her, Bree saw her friend flustered. She
mumbled an almost incoherent answer about the trip having been unexpected.
It was almost as if, in the space of a minute, she'd become a totally different
woman.
"Are you going to be at Paradise later on?" Alicia asked. "I'm going to
be free about nine and could probably swing by."
Again, in a tone much less confident tone than Bree was used to
hearing, Valerie said something about already having plans for the evening.
In response, Alicia turned to Bree and gave her a long, hard look. One
that the redhead found just a bit disconcerting. She couldn't be positive, but she
had the distinct feeling that she'd just been judged and found wanting. Once she
was finished, the strange woman shrugged her displease and went on her way.
"What was that about?" Bree asked a notably rattled Valerie once Alicia
was out of earshot.
"Not here," she relied, reaching out to hit the button that would summon
the elevator.
The elevator ride up to the sixth floor was a short but one filled with a
very awkward silence.
-=-=-=-
The door to room 6C had barely closed behind them when Bree asked
the question she had been holding all the way up.
"Care to explain what the hell that was all about, Victoria?" she said.
"To be totally honest, no," Valerie replied, "but I guess I do owe you an
explanation, so here goes."
She paused to take a few breaths before going on.
"Although it might have sounded otherwise, it's really not anything
ominous," she began. "I sometimes take advantage of being away from home
to let off a little steam. You know, just party a little, go dancing, and have a few
drinks, that sort of thing. Paradise just happens to be the club I normally go to,
mainly because it's not that far from here."
"Uh huh," Bree said, feeling just a bit disappointed because, from her
perspective, the explanation made a lot of sense. "And Victoria?"
"The first night I went there, oh, about a year ago, I had my
monogrammed handbag with me," she explained. "So when I was sitting at the
bar and someone asked my name, I looked down at the engraved V and said the
first name that popped into my head. It was a silly thing really, but sometimes
it's fun pretending that you're someone else."
That too made sense to Bree.
"So are you satisfied now?" Valerie asked.
"Of course," Bree smiled. "Why wouldn't I be?"
The look on Valerie's face was one Bree recognized as relief.
"So no more secrets," Bree said.
"No more secrets," Valerie agreed.
"Great," Bree smiled. "So what time does the club open?"
"Excuse me?" Valerie asked.
"Paradise - what time does it open?" Bree asked again.
"You want to go to Paradise?" Valerie asked, a tremor back in her
voice.
"Sure, why not?" Bree responded. "It's got to be a lot more fun than just
taking a walk down by the water. After all, aren't you the one who said I should
loosen up a little?"
Valerie's face went blank for a few seconds, then she stepped over and
say down on the closest bed.
"Bree, I can't take you to Paradise," she said.
"Why not?"
"Because it's not your kind of place."
"What do you mean?"
There was a very long three or four second silence.
"It's a lesbian club," Valerie finally said.
"Really?" Bree said in surprise.
Valerie nodded her head.
"That makes it sound even more interesting," Bree said.
As she did, she recalled how her cousin used to go to gay clubs all the
time, just to dance, and loved being able to party and not get hit on. Since
Valerie was very much married, Bree simply assumed she did pretty much the
same thing.
"Bree, you don't understand," Valerie added.
"What's not to understand?" she started to say, but only got halfway
through the thought when, remembering the woman down in the lobby, turned
pale herself as all the dots suddenly lined up. "Oh my God!" she gasped.
She looked at the woman sitting on the bed for confirmation, and got a
slow nod of her head. This was definitely not what she expected. Slowly, she
took a few steps back and dropped down into the wooden chair by the desk.
"I guess you were right," Bree said after a long silence.
"About what?" Valerie asked, unsure of what she meant.
"Evidently, it is possible to keep a secret in North Cambridge," she said.
Valerie slowly smiled as well. Hopefully, if Bree could still joke, then
things weren't as bad she had feared they might be.
"How long have you been … been into girls?" Bree asked, thinking it
was a natural question but unsure how best to phrase it.
"Since I was thirteen," Valerie said, actually feeling relieved to finally be
honest with Bree about it, "that is, if you want to base it on actually being with
someone. If you are just asking about attraction, well then, all my life."
"Fuck!" Bree exclaimed, having expected Valerie to say a couple of
years at most. "Does David know that you're bi?"
"David has known since the day we first met at his roommate's birthday
party, back when he was finishing up his last year at State," she replied. "There
was no way he couldn't know, because the only reason I was even at the party
was because I was dating the roommate's younger sister. Oh, and for the
record, I've never been bisexual."
"What?" Bree said, now even more confused.
"Perhaps I should just explain it all at once," Valerie suggested.
"That would probably help," Bree agreed.
Over the next few minutes, Bree listened in fascination as Valerie
unfolded her tale. Mark Twain had once written, "Truth is stranger than fiction",
and as the story continued she realized just how true that was.
From the time he was fifteen, David Stanton had one great dream - to
fly Navy jets. Single minded in his desire, every decision he made over the next
decade was weighed against how it furthered or hindered that goal.
Valerie Campbell had her own dream, one that, at the time she met
David, seemed to be slipping out of her grasp as the cost of finishing college, not
to mention law school, was quickly becoming prohibitive.
During the party, David, who already had a Naval Reserve commission
and was about to move on to active duty, found himself in animated
conversation with Valerie. Listening to her plight, he said it was a pity that
Valerie wasn't straight, because then she could marry an officer and be eligible
for a special educational program for the spouses and dependents. In her cups,
Valerie had joked that if it got her a law degree, she'd still marry the guy - as
long as she didn't have to fuck him, of course.
The next morning, after they'd sobered up, David asked her if she'd
been serious. One of the criteria the Navy looked at when choosing officers for
flight training, he explained, was stability. Nothing said stability like having a
wife and home. In all honesty, he had no desire for a wife, especially one who
would expect him to devote a sizeable portion of his time to her. But, if he could
have one that, at least looked good on paper - well, that was worth considering.
At first, Valerie couldn't believe he was serious, but he finally managed
to assure her that he indeed was. People entered marriage for many reasons
other than love, he said. Citizenship and medical benefits were just two of the
possibilities he cited.
It took her a month to make up her mind, but in the end it seemed a deal
worth making.
"Please don't tell me that you had Mark to make David seem more
appealing to the Navy?" Bree asked, interrupting the narrative.
"Oh my God, how could you even think that?" Valerie said in shock.
"No, I always knew that, somewhere along the line, I wanted to have a baby. So
it only seemed natural to take advantage of the situation."
"So you and David have had …"
"Yes, that was the exception to the rule," Valerie replied, adding that it
was more an exercise in mechanics than anything else, with as little emotional
content as a night with one her vibrators. "Other than that one time, we're really
not more than roommates, at least in that department."
"If that's the case, then I have to ask," Bree said, a slight hesitation in
her voice. "What does David do for a sex life? I mean I can't believe he's been
celibate for fifteen years."
Valerie laughed before answering.
"Honey, you've seen my husband naked," she replied. "Do you think he
has any problem getting laid when the mood strikes him? He just follows the
same rules as any other flyboy and keeps his indiscretions at least fifty miles
from the flagpole."
"Incredible," Bree said as the story came to a close.
"But true," Valerie concluded, letting a few moments pass before
adding, "You know, you're the only person that I've ever told the whole story to."
"I'm glad you did," Bree smiled.
"Now that I have, I am too," Valerie said, returning the smile. "And I'm
so glad that you're okay with this. You are okay with it, aren't you?"
"How could I not be okay with something that makes my best friend
happy?" Bree replied.
Valerie felt a surge of relief.
"So, now that we've confessed all our secrets, don't you think we should
get ready?" Bree asked.
"Excuse me?" Valerie replied.
"To go to Paradise," Bree clarified. "Now that you've let the pussy out
of the bag, there's no reason we can't go, is there?"
"You still want to go?" Valerie asked in surprise.
"Are you kidding," Bree said in an excited voice. "I wouldn't miss
this for the world,"
-=-=-=-
"This is awesome," Bree said as she took in the kaleidoscope of light
and sound around her.
Her first impression of the club was that it reminded her of one of those
old-fashion discos, the ones she saw in movies from the seventies and eighties.
Two thirds of the floor space was reserved for dancing; the rest was divided
between a long bar that ran the length of the far wall and a multi-level seating
area filled with different-sized tables. They ranged from intimate settings for two
to groups of ten to fifteen.
It was the women, however, that held the greatest fascination for Bree.
They ranged from what appeared to be barely legal to just past middle age, with
every possible mix of race and physicality represented. There were too many
for Bree to accurately guess their number, but she was sure, whatever the total
was, it had to be skirting the local fire laws.
Paradise's dress code was flexible enough to include anything from ball
gowns to the shorts and bikini tops Bree saw some women wearing. Thankfully
the outfits they had brought in anticipation of going out for a nice dinner were
also comfortable enough for a night on the dance floor.
Valerie wore a sleeveless red dress with low-cut neck and a broad black
band around the waist. Designed to display her admirable charms, it hugged her
body in all the right places.
Green was Bree's color of choice, matching her eyes. With a hem just
above her knees and long sleeves of translucent lace that extended across her
shoulders and upper back, it was her favorite outfit. Her bright red hair, normally
tied back in a ponytail, now flowed freely about her shoulders.
"Would you like a drink?" Valerie asked as they came off the dance
floor.
"No, I'm good," Bree replied, glancing over her shoulder at a woman
who, she was sure, had been stealing glances at her and Valerie while they
danced. She wondered if she was interested in one of them in particular.
"Let's take a break, though," Valerie said, a bit tired after having danced
the last few sets.
"Sure thing," Bree replied. "I wanted to talk to you anyway."
They moved off to the side where they had a better chance of hearing
themselves talk.
"I just wanted to say that you don't have to babysit me all night," Bree
said, still having to raise her voice to be heard over the din.
"What?"
"If you meet someone you want to leave with, I don't want my being here
to stop you," she clarified. "I can find my way back to the hotel easily enough."
"I'm not looking for anyone," Valerie insisted.
"I'm just saying, that's all," Bree repeated.
Almost as if on cue, the woman that Bree had spotted watching them on
the dance floor, having followed them off it, came up to the two of them. From
Valerie's reaction, it was obvious she wasn't a stranger.
To Bree, the dark haired woman looked to be about Valerie's age,
perhaps a few years older. About the same height, she had a stockier build, but
her extra weight was evenly distributed and gave her a sexy figure. Her breasts,
half exposed in her tight outfit, were even larger than Valerie's.
"Hello, Victoria," the brunette said once she had Valerie's attention. "I
haven't seen you in here for a while; how have you been?"
"I've been fine, Melissa," Valerie replied, her tone giving the impression
that she wasn't exactly happy to see the unexpected arrival. "Nice to see you
again."
"And who might you be?" Melissa asked, ignoring the lack of sincerity in
Valerie's reply as she turned her attention to Bree, giving her an appreciative
smile as she did.
"Melissa, this is…" Valerie started to say, only to have Bree cut her off.
"Bridget," she said, reaching out her hand, "Bridget Collins, and it's nice
to meet you, Melissa."
Surprised, Valerie looked questioningly at Bree, only to be met by a look
that said she wasn't the only one who could play at being someone else.
"I can see why you haven't been around," Melissa said, taking her time
releasing Bree's hand.
"Oh we're just friends," Bree said as Melissa finally let go, clarifying
their relationship.
"Well, in that case," Melissa said with a smile that some might have
called predatory, "would you like to dance?"
Without so much as a glance in Valerie's direction, Bree enthusiastically
accepted, stepping forward and wrapping her arm around Melissa's.
Valerie watched with trepidation as the two of them moved out onto the
floor and began to dance. She knew from personal experience that, to Melissa,
dancing was just another form of foreplay, usually leading to much more intimate
contact. Bree's behavior since Valerie had revealed herself had been confusing
at best, causing Valerie to wonder just how far Bree was planning to take this
'Bridget' persona.
The song coming over the speakers was the latest release by one of the
current crop of twenty-something songstresses. Dancing to it involved little
physical interaction between Bree and Melissa, which pleased Valerie. The next
tune, however, was a throwback to an earlier era and more than made up for the
lack of body contact in the first.
"That bitch," Valerie said under her breath as she watched Melissa hold
Bree so tight against her that their breasts were mashed together.
What she seemed to have forgotten was that she never had a problem
with the way Melissa danced when it had been her body she was pressed up
against.
Her temperature rose even more when she saw Melissa's hand move
from the small of Bree's back down to her ass. The redhead didn't seem to
mind, though, and made no move to remove it. Instead, she seemed to be
engrossed in a very intimate conversation with her dance partner, their faces so
close that it almost looked like they might kiss.
The second song also ended and, much to Valerie's relief, Bree began to
head back toward her as Melissa went off in another direction.
"Have fun?" she asked once Bree reached her.
"Actually yes," Bree replied. "This being someone else is turning out to
be a lot more fun that I imagined."
"I guess Melissa didn't enjoy it as much," Valerie commented, drawing
attention to the fact that she had gone off in search of other amusements.
"Oh, I don't know about that," Bree smiled. "She slipped me her cell
phone number and told me to give her a call if I wanted."
"Are you going to?" Valerie heard herself ask.
Bree paused a few seconds, seeming to consider the idea.
"I'll be honest: it is a tempting thought," she finally replied.
"Wasn't it you who said only a few hours ago that you couldn't imagine
sex with a stranger?" Valerie asked.
"I seem to recall something like that," Bree admitted. "But I also recall
you saying something to the effect that I should take advantage of being far
away from home."
Valerie fell silent. She had indeed suggested that, but in doing so never
imagined that it might lead to this. How had her friend, who, up to now, was so
worried what people might think that she went two years without physical
companionship, transformed, in what seemed to be the blink of an eye, into
someone willing to hop into bed with another woman?
"Have you ever been attracted to another woman before?" Valerie
asked.
"Would you be surprised if I said yes?" Bree asked in response.
Actually, Valerie wouldn't have been. It was her experience that many
totally straight women had, at some time in their life, had an attraction to another
woman. Few, however, ever acted on it.
"No, I wouldn't," Valerie said.
"You've been with Melissa, haven't you?" Bree asked, having picked up
on that from Valerie's reaction to the brunette earlier.
"Yes," she admitted.
"What was she like?" Bree further asked. "In bed, I mean."
Valerie cringed at the thought that Bree was actually considering using
Melissa's number. Part of her wanted to paint the experience in the worse
possible way. Unfortunately, in the years they'd known each other, the one thing
she had never done to Bree was lie. Omit aspects of her life, yes, but never
actually lie.
"She was phenomenal," Valerie finally said.
"Really?" Bree replied, obviously delighted with the answer.
As much as Valerie had wanted to steer Bree away from Melissa, she
knew she had no right to choose what was right for her friend. If she really
wanted to explore her sexual options, it was her decision.
"There's one other thing I'd like to know," Bree said, "and I want as
honest an answer as you can give me."
Valerie was a bit confused by the phrasing of Bree's question, but
promised to do so.
"I'm curious," Bree began, "if you and David have no physical
relationship, and I'm, to use your words, a single, attractive and available
woman, then why, in all the time we've known each other, have you never so
much as made a pass at me? Is it that you prefer anonymous sex with
nameless women, or is it simply that I'm not your type?"
It was a simple enough question, but unfortunately, Valerie didn't have a
simple answer. It would be easy to just say Bree wasn't her type, but that would
be a lie. She had been attracted to the younger woman from the day they'd met.
So why hadn't she ever taken the chance?
"Bree, I think you are one of the most attractive women I've ever
known," Valerie said, her voice filled with all of the emotion she had held in
check for years, "but you are also my best friend. I couldn't bear the thought of
ever losing you. Yes, there were times I thought about it. There were even a
few times I came really close to crossing that line, but in the end the idea that I
might instead drive you away always stopped me."
"Nothing you could ever do would drive me away," Bree interrupted,
placing her hand on Valerie's.
"Even now that you know everything," Valerie continued, "I still have the
fear that you might have a change of mind once you've had time to really think
about it."
"God, you're as big an idiot as I was," Bree laughed, recalling how her
fear of being labeled had prevented her from enjoying life's pleasures. "Val, I'm
a big girl, and it's about time I started acting like one. If come tomorrow I decide
that tonight was a mistake, well then I just don't do it again. I know that at times
I've spent days debating what should be simple decisions, but once I've made
that decision, I never look back."
Valerie nodded her head, knowing that to be true.
"Look, one way or another, my mind is made up to do this tonight," Bree
said, surprising Valerie with her boldness. "I'd much rather it be with someone I
care about, but if not, well, I can always use this."
Valerie's eyes focused on the small slip of paper in Bree's hand, the one
Melissa had scribbled her number on. Flashing back to how she'd felt when
Bree had danced with the brunette, Valerie realized that having Bree go off with
anyone else would be unbearable. Weighed against that, any other fear faded
into insignificance.
"I don't think you'll be needing that," Valerie said, her mind made up as
she reached out and took the strip of paper from Bree's hand.
A broad smile filled Bree's face as she watched Valerie tear the paper
into tiny pieces, letting them slip from her fingers and fall to the floor. When she
saw the lack of displeasure on her friend's face, Valerie knew she'd been had.
"You weren't ever planning on using that, were you?" Valerie asked as
the last piece landed on the hardwood floor.
"Not a chance in hell," Bree grinned. "You're the one I want to be with.
I just figured if you thought I might, well then, maybe you'd realize how much
you didn't want me to."
"You are a crafty bitch, you know that?" Valerie said in mock anger.
"Of course," Bree laughed softly, "but aren't you glad that I'm your
crafty bitch?"
Valerie didn't immediately answer; instead she just smiled and lost
herself in the dark green of Bree's eyes. Then, she reached out with her left
hand and softly stroked the redhead's cheek, causing the younger woman to let
out a small gasp of delight - a gasp that quickly became a low moan as Valerie
leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Bree felt her head swimming, in a way she hadn't felt since high school.
Then she felt the softness of Valerie's lips against hers and the press of her
tongue as it slipped past. It was, she thought, the most erotic moment of her life.
That was immediately followed by the thought that it was but the first of many
she would experience before tomorrow's dawn.
"Did you like that?" Valerie asked softly as she pulled back just enough
to form the words.
"Oh yes," Bree murmured, still savoring the taste of her.
"Good," Valerie replied in the same low voice, "because that's just the
start."
With that, Valerie pressed her body back against Bree, forcing her to
take a few steps back into the narrow alcove behind her, a shift of but a few feet
but one that now hid them from all but the most adamant onlooker.
A shudder of anticipation filled Bree as she felt Valerie's right hand come
to rest on her leg, slowly sliding up along her thigh.
"Someone will see us," Bree said in a whispered tone.
"Perhaps," Valerie replied, moving her hand a few inches higher, "but
doesn't that make it a bit more exciting?"
Bree gasped again as Valerie's hand disappeared under the hem of her
dress and found its way between her legs. The touch of her fingers against her
mound, the wetness of which could be felt through her panties, sent a shudder
through her body. One that was to be repeated with even greater intensity as
they slipped beneath the thin material and pressed against her most sensitive of
spots.
"Oh God," Bree moaned as Valerie brushed her lips against the side of
her face, even as her fingers did the same against her clit, quickly developing a
slow but steady rhythm. One that had immediate effects, propelling her down
the road to bliss.
"Just relax," Valerie said, kissing her cheek before moving down to her
neck. "Relax and enjoy it."
Valerie ran her free hand though Bree's flowing locks, then used it to pull
her closer as she kissed her deeply. Her tongue again slid into the younger
woman's mouth, welcoming the passage of Bree's into her own.
Whatever concern Bree might initially have had about anyone seeing
what they were doing had quickly faded. This was fortunate, because the
intensity of Valerie's ministrations had brought not only waves of delight across
her body, but increasing moans of satisfaction. Moans that soon drew the
attention of even the only slightly curious.
It had been a very long time since Bree had felt any hand but her own
against her clit and the thrill of it now brought intense pleasure. That the hand
was that of another woman heightened the excitement. That it was that of her
best friend sent her over the edge in very short order.
"Yes, yes, oh yes," Bree moaned, each syllable louder than the last, her
legs growing weak as she reached back and braced herself against the wall in
anticipation of an orgasm fast approaching.
With all her attention centered on Bree, Valerie also failed to notice
they'd drawn an audience. Not that she really would've cared. Theirs was hardly
the most explicit public display the patrons of Paradise had seen, nor had it been
the first that she herself had been involved in.
"Oh…my…God!" Bree cried out as she climaxed short minutes later,
her body quaking with erotic ecstasy.
It was so overwhelming in fact that it took long seconds after it had
subsided for Bree to become aware of the noise around her. One she finally
recognized as applause.
"Oh my God," she repeated, this time in a much quieter voice as she
looked out and saw at least a dozen women gathered around them.
Bree turned beet-red while Valerie merely smiled. She was tempted to
suggest they take a bow, but then thought better of the idea. Instead she
suggested that perhaps it might be a good idea if they continued this back at the
hotel.
"That, I think," Bree said, still feeling a bit flushed as she straightened
out the bottom of her dress, "is a very good idea."
-=-=-=-
It was only a short walk back to the hotel, four blocks if they actually
measured it, and much to their surprise, neither woman felt any need to rush.
Instead they felt content to maintain a slow, leisurely pace, their hands
interlocked as they headed back.
The relaxed walk gave them time to digest what was happening. Time to
be sure they truly wanted to go forward with this, to make what would
indisputably be a permanent change in their lives. No words passed between
them; none were needed. The answer was clearly reflected in their eyes.
It wasn't until they were about a half block from the hotel that their pace
began to quicken, anticipation finally overcoming patience. By the time they
passed through the revolving door into the lobby, they were practically sprinting.
The surge of expectation, however, made time appear to have slowed to
a crawl as, after enduring what seemed an interminable wait for the elevator,
they frustratingly also had to stop at nearly every floor as other guests returned
to their own rooms.
But all that was quickly forgotten as, on reaching their own room, they
fell into each other's arms before the door had even fully closed behind them.
Valerie kissed Bree with a passion beyond friendship, causing Bree to feel
lightheaded as the softness of her lips proved overwhelming.
For a brief moment, she was reminded of the night in junior high when
she and Beverly Green had shared a few kisses, also of the sort not usually
shared between friends. At the time, neither had viewed it as illicit, but rather
just a bit of practice in anticipation of trying it with boys. It had only occurred
that one time as once boys actually started asking them out, both got more
practice than they could've imagined.
The warmth of Valerie's tongue as it probed deep inside Bree's mouth
sent ripples of excitement throughout her body, amply demonstrating how
different this was from those innocent kisses of youth. Wanting more, Bree
reached out with an outstretched hand, cupping Valerie's left breast and
squeezing it softly. A second recollection asserted itself, this one from high
school, when she and Betty Johnson had drunkenly felt each other's breasts at a
party, much to the amusement and delight of their dates. As with the kiss, the
thrill of the dark skinned woman's mound in her hand eclipsed the teenage
memory.
A soft sigh spilled from Valerie's lips as Bree's roving fingers brushed
against her erect nipple. The older woman's arousal was already such that it
was discernible even through the two layers of cloth that covered it. Sharing her
friend's excitement, Bree massaged the hard tip with her thumb, producing a
second, even louder reaction from Valerie, one that was quickly followed by a
kiss.
"I can't believe how stupid I was," Valerie said, reflecting Bree's
comments of a short time before. "How could I never have told you how much I
wanted to be with you?"
"Well, you're with me now," Bree said gleefully. "So what are you going
to do with me?"
"Everything," Valerie instantly replied with enthusiasm, the force of
which caused Bree's heart to practically skip a beat in excitement.
Another kiss followed as they shared their rising passion, tongues
intertwining as eager hands loosened each other's clothing, articles of which
were quickly scattered across the carpeted floor. In no time at all, all that was
left between them were sets of lingerie, neither of which covered much, having
been designed to enhance rather than conceal.
Reaching out with her left hand, Valerie ran her fingers across the
exposed flesh above the half cups of Bree's bra, the warmth of her flesh bringing
a smile to her face. Bree reached out as well, duplicating the action as well as
the response.
The two women were a study in contrasts, with Bree having skin as pale
as Valerie's was dark. Her long, flowing red locks were the opposite of the no
nonsense, scalp hugging hairstyle that the older woman preferred. Both had
figures that others found desirable, even if Bree's bust was only half that of her
friend's. Even the hair on mounds visible through the translucent panties they
both wore differed, in that Bree's was as wild and free as the hair on her head,
while Valerie's was trimmed so severely as to be totally bare.
"I want you to love me," Bree said, outstretched fingers caressing
Valerie's skin. "I want you to do to me all the things you did to Alicia and
Melissa, and all the other girls you've brought back here to your room. And then
I want to do all the same things to you."
"That may take some time," Valerie said with a smile.
"Well, you did say we didn't have to catch the train until tomorrow
afternoon," Bree replied with a matching smile.
"That I did," Valerie replied as she placed a hand on each side of Bree's
midsection and gently pulled her even closer, gently swaying their bodies as if
moving to unheard music.
Her hands moved back and forth across Bree's body, traveling around to
her back and then up and down her arms, even as she also leaned inward and
kissed first one side of Bree's neck, and then the other. From there she moved
downward, running her lips and tongue across the exposed tops of her breasts.
"Oh yes," Bree sighed, arching her head backward, pressing her chest
forward as Valerie ran her extended tongue down the valley between her
mounds. "Oh God, yes."
From there, Valerie moved even further downward, tracing a path with
the tip of her tongue across Bree's stomach, cupping her breasts with her dark
hands as she changed direction and again worked her way up.
Her mouth again found Bree's, but this time the kiss was different,
harder, even possibly savage. So much so that it sent an unexpected yet
pleasing shudder through the redhead. She responded just as forcefully,
meeting Valerie's tongue with her own as they became intertwined.
They continued to kiss and as they did, Valerie guided Bree across the
room in the direction of the large double bed, turning her all the way around as
they moved. Once they were close enough, Valerie abruptly released her grip
around the smaller woman and let her fall across the mattress.
Bree barely had time to lift herself halfway off the spread when Valerie
was again upon her, her mouth pressing against Bree's as she pushed her back
downward. With bended knees braced on each side of her, Valerie laid her body
across Bree and, as their breasts mashed against each other, caressed and
kissed nearly every inch of exposed skin.
Returning to Bree's breasts, Valerie closed her mouth against the
excited flesh, pulling it within herself. She took hold of the thin straps across
Bree's shoulder, pulling them downward to reveal her left nipple, but only for a
moment before it disappeared into her mouth.
"Yessss," Bree moaned loudly as she felt the warm wetness wrap
around her sensitive flesh, a sensation too long absent from her life.
Back and forth Valerie ran her tongue across Bree's nipple, bringing it to
a thick hardness before shifting her body to the right, just far enough to bring
similar attention to its twin.
After a few minutes, she paused just long enough to take off Bree's bra
completely, then started all over again from the beginning. Every lick, every wet
caress, brought a longer and louder moan of appreciation from Bree.
Bree reached towards Valerie's chest, intent on bringing her the same
pleasures, only to have the woman on top of her grab her arms and pin them up
over her head. She would have her turn, she promised her, just not now.
The redhead was hardly in a position, or inclination, to object as Valerie
once more ran her tongue across the breadth of her breast, then along the
underside of her neck, before slipping it between her lips and deep inside her
mouth. Any words Bree might have wanted to say were lost as one long kiss
followed another, until all she could think of was how she never wanted this to
end.
How long they continued that way she couldn't be sure. All she was sure
of was that at some point Valerie abruptly stopped and moved further down her
body, sliding one and then her other arm beneath her thighs, spreading her legs
wide as she did so. Valerie kissed the center of her panties, now quite damp
with the moisture of her anticipation. She continued to do so, lifting Bree's legs
even higher as she pressed her face harder between them.
Then, just as abruptly, Valerie moved upward again, rocking her body
against Bree's as she kissed her way back to her mouth. Lifting herself halfway
off the light skinned woman, she reached behind herself and with a well
practiced hand, undid the clasp that held her own bra in place. Thus loosened, it
fell forward, right into Bree's rising hands. She quickly removed it totally,
dropping it off to the side of the bed without a second thought.
If she tried, Bree couldn't estimate the number of times she'd seen
Valerie's magnificent bosom uncovered; they'd shared too many locker and
dressing rooms over the years to try. But as she now looked up at the perfectly
rounded mounds, it was as she was seeing them for the first time. And it was a
sight that filled her with a desire that she'd never felt before.
A desire Valerie was eager to grant as she guided her ebony orbs into
Bree's hands, surprising her with their weight even as she closed her own hands
against Bree's face, kissing her anew. Then, with her hands still holding Bree's
face, she guided her eager mouth to her closest nipple, an offering the neophyte
lover was quick to accept.
"Oh yes, baby, use your tongue just like that," Valerie said in
encouragement as she watched her wide areola disappear between Bree's lips.
Still holding a breast in each hand, Bree sucked at Valerie's bounty like
a newborn baby, drawing each nipple deep into her mouth and holding it there
for long moments before letting it go. Then she would repeat it at her other
mound. Valerie placed a hand at the back of Bree's head, pulling it tighter
against her breasts, encouraging her to take even more of it into her mouth.
Again time seemed to have little meaning as Bree devoured as much of
Valerie's gift as was possible, using tongue, lips, teeth and hands to lick, bite and
caress the woman before her. Each time she sent a pleasing joy racing across
her dark body. She buried her face deep within the softness of the older
woman's flesh, continuously turning right and left as she kissed her way out of it.
When she was sure Bree had had her fill, Valerie again took control,
shifting her body to again place her between Bree's legs. Slipping her fingers
beneath the now saturated cloth, she pulled it aside to expose the heavily haired
mound that was the core of the younger woman's sexuality. She paused for a
breath to admire its beauty, then planted a deep kiss right on the center, her
tongue sampling the sweet nectar that her previous ministrations had produced.
With long, deep strokes that traversed the length of the flower open
before her, Valerie brought Bree the most intimate of pleasures. Pleasures that
caused her body to quiver and her mouth to fill with moans of delight. Pleasures
which she had almost forgotten, bringing forth a promise to never allow herself
to do so again.
This time, Bree was aware of every tick of the clock, as each came with
a thrust of Valerie's tongue which, with her face pressed tightly against Bree's
pussy, probed back and forth along the length of her valley and the tiny but
highly sensitive clitoris at its peak. It was, Bree thought, as close to heaven she
had ever been.
Sensation forgotten but quickly remembered filled her, as her body
began to tremble and quake, carrying her down the road to orgasm.
Recognizing the signs as well, Valerie paused just long enough to totally pull off
Bree's panties, allowing her even better access to her prize as she instantly went
back to her task.
Valerie added her fingers to the mix, slipping two deep inside Bree,
sliding them back and forth with such speed that they soon were just a blur, all
the while continuing the efforts of her tongue and mouth.
Words were now beyond Bree, but they were long past the point where
they were necessary. Her body had a language of its own and its meaning was
crystal clear to Valerie. With a skill born of years of practice, she carried Bree
off the precipice and down into the Elysian Fields, there to enjoy all the raptures
legends foretold.
-=-=-=-
"In all the times Frank and I did it, I've never, ever had an orgasm like
that," Bree said a short time later as she laid exhausted across Valerie's chest.
"I didn't even think something like that was possible."
Valerie had a good idea why that had been, but wisely held her tongue.
She was certain that, based on comments she'd shared, Bree had thought
Frankie O'Connell was really something in bed. That same way thousands of
women who married the first guy, or close to it, they'd spread their legs for held
similar beliefs. And most of them probably enjoyed adequate sex lives. The
thing was, why settle for adequate when you could have spectacular. And in
Valerie's mind, Bree definitely deserved spectacular.
They laid there together in silence for a while longer, listening to each
other's heartbeat and sharing the warmth of their bodies. Finally, Bree broke the
stillness with an announcement that now it was her turn.
She lifted herself off Valerie and moved into a position where she could
look down at the beauty of the older woman's body. Dropping her head
downward, she kissed each of her breasts before seeking out her mouth once
more. The kiss was long, deep, and full of promise. As their tongues
intertwined, Bree gently massaged Valerie's breasts, marveling anew at their
softness.
She moved her body down just far enough that her mouth could replace
her hand, running her tongue back and forth across the hard, thick nipple and the
dark halo that surrounded it. Valerie let out a loud, pleasing moan, encouraging
Bree to continue, which she did as she pulled the sweet nipple between her lips
and into her mouth.
Valerie slipped one hand behind Bree's head and the other to her back,
gently pressing her harder against her bounty, causing her to take even more of
her into her mouth. Their bodies rubbed together, sharing their passion even as
Bree duplicated her affections on the other inviting mound.
Eventually she began to kiss her way down across Valerie's stomach,
leaving a train of soft, wet kisses in her wake. She took hold of the sides of
Valerie's panties and, as the larger woman lifted her ass just high enough off the
bed to make it possible, slid them off her.
As the now soaked undergarment was discarded to the side, Valerie
spread her legs wide to give Bree the clearest view possible of her pussy. A
view she paused to both study and appreciate. As she had noted earlier, it was
indeed bare as that of a prepubescent girl, although in the same thought Bree
couldn't ever imagine Valerie as anything other than a mature, full grown
woman. Still, there was something quite erotic about it and she made a mental
note to keep her own mound much more closely trimmed in the future.
She ran a hand across its length, sending a shudder of anticipation
through Valerie's outstretched form. Her fingers gently probed its depths, quickly
locating the thick nub at its apex. Then, without further hesitation, she brought
her mouth against Valerie's sex and kissed it lovingly.
"Oh baby, yes," Valerie moaned as she leaned back and closed her
eyes, even as she brushed back Bree's locks from her face with a sweep of her
hand. "You don't know how many nights I imagined you right where you are
now. Part of me still can't believe this isn't all some sort of dream."
But it was no dream, a fact that Bree drove home as she pressed the tip
of her tongue as deep into Valerie as it would go, siding it along the nectar
covered walls as she delighted in the intoxicating tastes and scents of arousal. If
the question had been asked just a few days before, Bree would probably have
said she couldn't have really imagined herself going down on another woman, at
least not with the abandon she now displayed. Yet, at this moment, it seemed
the most natural thing in the world, and the ease with which she took to it did not
surprised her in the least.
Valerie's body shifted back and forth on the bed, moving to the erotic
rhythms of Bree's efforts. If Valerie wasn't certain of the fact, she never
would've believed that this was the first time the Bree had ever done this. If
there was such a thing as a natural cunnilingist, then Bree was certainly it. Dark
hands held her pussy lips open, giving the neophyte even greater access to the
joys within. Access she used to her best advantage.
"Mmmmm, that is good," Valerie purred, "so very good."
Bree's talented tongue seemed to be everywhere, hitting all the right
spots to bring Valerie the most pleasure. She seemed a woman possessed,
filled with but one thought, to bring the woman before her to the same orgasmic
heights that she had brought Bree.
"Oh right there," Valerie echoed, as Bree found her most sensitive place
that always produced a quick and most satisfying climax. "Just concentrate your
tongue right there."
In a surge of enthusiasm, Bree added her fingers to her lips and tongue,
with devastating effect. Wave on wave of delight washed across Valerie's
quaking body as she felt her climax mounting. If this was a dream, she thought
with her last coherent effort, then please let it not end before she orgasmed.
She needn't have worried, because this was all too real and Bree wasn't
going to rest until she succeeded, lavishing even more attention on Valerie's clit.
The forces caressing her body caused her to moan even louder, her sweat-
covered form rocking back and forth on the bed.
"Oh God, Bree! I'm going to ... going to..." Valerie managed to
stammer out before words gave way to a final scream of delight as she grabbed
hold of the sheets beneath her and held on for dear life, while multiple waves of
orgasmic delight ripped across her.
-=-=-=-
"You ... are a genuine marvel," Valerie said after her body had finally
stopped quaking and again they rested from their labors in each other's arms.
"How did you ever learn to do that?"
"Beginner's luck?" Bree grinned.
"Beginner's luck my ass," Valerie grinned back.
"No, I'm definitely sure that was your pussy I was licking, not your ass,"
Bree laughed. "But ... I would be willing to give that a try too if you like."
"Maybe later," Valerie laughed back, "but first, I want you again."
"Already?" Bree said, a touch of surprise in her response.
"No, not already," Valerie said as she pulled herself up far enough to
kiss Bree, "always."
Following the kiss, Valerie moved Bree upward, even as she herself slid
downward until her face was between the younger woman's legs. Seeing where
she was going, Bree brought her body down until her pussy was pressed hard
against her mouth. Valerie wrapped her arms around Bree's thighs from the
underside and, clearing a path for her tongue with her hands, immediately began
to demonstrate the magic she had become renowned for among those who had
previously shared her bed.
Bree reached back with one hand to massage Valerie's breasts, even as
she used the other to help maintain her balance. Valerie followed suit, freeing
one hand and giving Bree's mounds equal attention. Together they rolled back
and forth in mutual pleasure.
But Valerie had more in mind as, guiding Bree back onto the mattress,
she slipped out from under her. She spread the redhead's legs as wide as she
could, then brought her head once more between them, returning to her task with
even greater determination.
"Oooooooo," Bree moaned long and loudly as once more ripples of
delight danced across her body.
Moans that continued in frequency and volume until after what seemed
an eternity, she enjoyed her second orgasm of the evening. One, while not as
intense as the first was still the second best she could remember.
But even with that, Valerie wasn't finished, as she turned herself all the
way around, so that both of them could lick the other simultaneously. An effort
that would eventually lead to a third climax for each of them.
.
-=-=-=-
"Well, do you feel any different?" Valerie asked as she sat across from
Bree the following day at lunch, their need for sustenance finally exceeding their
desire for each other.
"If you mean other than supremely happy, then no," Bree replied, the
glow on her face reflecting her mood.
It was ironic; Bree told Valerie as they ate, how many times, over the
last year, she'd wished Valerie had been a man. If that had been the case,
married or not, she'd have found some way to entice him into her bed.
"Do you think you'd have enjoyed last night more if I had been a man?"
Valerie asked.
"That's a hard question, one I don't think I'm going to try and answer."
Bree replied. "Let's just say it was one of the best nights of my life and leave it
at that."
"Mine too," Valerie smiled.
A smile Bree returned.
"Have you given any thought as to how we're going to handle this once
we get home?" Valerie asked, turning the conversation to a more serious
concern.
"Not really," Bree replied. "Have you?"
"Actually, I have," Valerie said.
"You have?" Bree replied, the surprise in her voice reflected on her
face. "When did you have time to even think about it?"
"Oh about 2AM," she grinned, "after you had finally fallen asleep."
Bree blushed. That would've put it after her third - or was it the fourth? -
orgasm of the night.
"So what did you come up with?" she asked after regaining her
composure.
"Well, simply put, we do nothing," Valerie answered.
"Nothing?"
"Yes, nothing," Valerie repeated. "We just go on with things exactly as
they were before this weekend. As far as anyone else in North Cambridge
needs to know, we're just the same old Valerie and Bree, living the same old
lives."
"If you think that's best," Bree said after a stunned moment, her tone
hesitant as she tried but only partially succeeding in hiding her disappointment
but only partially succeeded.
"I'm sure you'll agree that it really wouldn't be right for us to disrupt the
lives of the people around us," Valerie added, her own tone now reminding Bree
of the cold, logical one she'd heard her use in court.
It took a few seconds, but Bree finally nodded her head in agreement.
As much as she would like it to be otherwise, both of them had responsibilities
that couldn't be ignored. They just couldn't be that selfish. This weekend, as
wondrous as it had been, was as far as this was going to go.
Silence filled the air between them for a few long seconds, until Valerie
broke the stillness.
"Victoria and Bridget, however, are another matter," Valerie stated, a
wicked smile filling her face. "I see no reason why, if they occasionally step
beyond the boundaries of those lives, the two of them can't enjoy themselves.
Call it their alone time."
"You can be an evil bitch when you want to, you know that," Bree said
in mock indignation once she realized she'd been had.
"I know," Valerie said with a broad grin as she reached across the table
and took Bree's hand in hers, "but aren't you glad that I'm your evil bitch?"
-=-=-=-
That had been eight months ago. In that time, Victoria and Bridget had
visited Douglaston twice more, but had not felt the need to stop off at Paradise
while there. In fact, aside from taking care of the legal business the trip required,
they barely left their hotel room.
Additionally, at least one other weekend a month, they made overnight
trips to surrounding towns to indulge in a new-found, mutual passion for
antiquing. Occasionally, they even came back with some knick-knack or other to
grace one of their homes as a memento of the trip.
But now, it seemed, Valerie wanted to expand the limits of "alone time",
to the point where it might even overlap their real world. Was Bree ready for
that?
It didn't take long for her to decide.
"Yeah, I can live with that," she smiled as she grabbed her bag and
headed for the door. She was happy that it appeared that Bridget would be
getting laid more often, but before she did, Bree still had errands to run and
people to see.
END
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