A Place to Call Home
by Ann Douglas
(From A Suggestion By MordMorgan)
Alexandra Mays was a wanderer. Like in the song of old, she
roamed from town to town, never staying in one place for very
long, never setting down roots. After finishing her first year of
college, Alex as she liked to be called, came to the realization that
she needed something more in her life than three more years of
academia. So she packed up what there was of her personal
possessions, tossed them in the van that her Uncle had bought her,
and hit the road.
Her Uncle John had raised Alex after the death of her
parents when she was seven. John Mays was a life long bachelor, ill
prepared for the needs of a growing girl. Still, the master
contractor did what he could, giving her all the love in his heart
and teaching her all that he knew. By the time Alex had graduated
high school, she had learned every aspect of her Uncle's business.
Starting at the bottom of the ladder, she'd worked as a
carpenter, a painter, a landscaper, plumber, and an electrician.
Two months before the end of that first year of college,
John Mays suffered a heart attack. It had been the fifty-nine
year olds third and had been followed a few weeks later by a
fourth and final coronary. Alex lost any interest in school after
that, deciding to hit the road for a while and find herself. Her
inheritance from her Uncle's estate, coupled with what she made
working as a Jill of all trades was enough for her to get by. There
would be plenty of time to go back and get the education her Uncle
wanted her to get, she told herself. That had been five years ago.
The sign off the county road had said the town was called
Danversville. Named no doubt, the twenty-four year old brunette
thought, after some long ago founding family. At first glance, it
seemed no different than any of the half dozen towns she'd
already visited this year. A sleepy Main Street with a pharmacy,
movie theater, a small library and other assorted infrastructure.
There was no particular reason why she picked this town to drive
through. There never was. Life was more of an adventure that
way.
Halfway down Main Street just before the Police Station
and Courthouse that dominated the small town square, Alex
spotted what she was looking for. Past experience had taught her
that the local hardware store was usually the best place to get a
line on any possible jobs in the area. Sure enough, there was a
large cork bulletin board near the counter, upon which were a small
number of help wanted notes.
Alex moved up to the counter where the clerk was busy
doing her nails. It took her a few tries to get the bleached
blonde's attention. She finally looked up from the magazine she
was reading at the same time and asked if she could help the
brunette.
"I was wondering if you knew of any contractor jobs in the
area?" Alex said with a smile as she leaned over and took note of
the magazine the girl had been reading. She wasn't surprised to
find it was the usual tabloid trash.
"Contractor jobs?" the girl in the low cut sundress
repeated.
"You know, electrical work, carpentry, painting, that sort of
thing." Alex went on to explain.
"Well I don't know," she said as she looked over Alex, her
face making no secret of her disapproval of Alex's short haircut
and unisex dress.
The older girl just shrugged it off. When you spent as
much time traveling as she did, you learned to dress as
comfortably as possible.
"You have to look and see what's up on the board. I think
that Mike... I mean Mr. Zalman put up something new there
yesterday. Not sure what it was about, but I think I saw old lady
Crawford's name on it. She bought the old Gallagher place last
year and that always needs some kind of work done on it."
"Thanks, you've been a big help." Alex said with a touch of
sarcasm as she turned her attention to the board. She was sure it
was lost on the girl who was already back at her magazine.
With only a half dozen notices, Alex quickly found the one in
question. She had just finished reading it when she felt someone
approach behind her. She turned to find a slightly overweight man
in his late forties standing behind her.
"Hello, I'm Mitchell Zalman." he said as he also took stock
of the young woman. "My wife and I own this store. Wendy, that's
our cashier over there, said that you were interested in any
contractor work hereabouts."
"That's right." Alex said, all too aware of his eyes on her
breasts. "She said something about a Ms. Crawford need some
help."
"Don't get many women in these parts doing that sort of
work." Mr. Zalman said, trying to get a better look down her
blouse.
"Well I'm not exactly from these parts, Mr. Zalman." Alex
said as she reached back and pulled the notice off the wall. "And
trust me, there are few contracting jobs that I can't handle."
She went on to list a few of her qualifications and
references. The store owner couldn't help but be impressed.
"Please call me Mike," he said with a friendly smile.
"Everyone does. I can't really tell you what the job would cover.
Marilyn Crawford is a pretty private person. Way I reckon, she
really wasn't too happy about posting the ad to begin with."
Noting that there wasn't any number or address on the
notice, Alex asked if Mr. Zalman had the information. A little
reluctantly, he pulled a small piece of paper from out of his wallet.
Ms. Crawford had asked him to give it to any qualified
respondents.
Holding the address and phone with the original ad, Alex
asked for directions to the old Gallagher place. She thanked the
hardware man, and started to leave. Alex was almost out the door
when Mike called out after her.
"If you don't get the job, you just come back and see old
Mike here." he said. "I'm sure I could find a place for someone of
your skills."
Alex smiled and again thanked Mr. Zalman. From the furious
glances from the helpful girl behind the counter, she could imagine
the kind of skills Mike Zalman looked for in the hired help. She
imagined that Mrs. Zalman didn't come down to the store much.
Climbing back into her ten-year-old land rover, Alex smiled
at the little episode back in the store. The twenty four year old
was used to being the object of attention of both men and women.
She stood just a shade under five six and her chosen profession
the last half-decade had left her with a trim, muscular build.
Coupled with her short sun-streaked brown hair, it produced a
striking look.
As she drove through town, following the directions she'd
been given, Alex wondered what this prospective job might entail.
Also what her prospective employer might be like as well. From
what had been painted so far by Mike and Wendy, Ms. Crawford
was undoubtedly some eccentric little old lady who valued her
privacy. Every town seemed to have at least one. Living in an old
house, she must have at least a half dozen little jobs that needed
doing. At least Alex hoped so.
Turning down the street, she spotted the house at the end
of the block. It reminded her of a similar one she'd worked on a
few years back. That had belonged to a married couple in their
sixties. Nice people she remembered, she had worked for them
for almost a month.
When she pulled up front, Alex saw that the house was
larger than it had first appeared. Larger, and a lot older. If she
had to guess, she would put it as early 1900's. One thing did seem
out of place on the Victorian era house were the two satellite
dishes mounted on the roof. There also seemed to be some
additional power lines run into the second floor as well.
"I guess some people just can't live without their HBO."
Alex mused as she started up the long walk.
She pressed the doorbell and waited. After getting no
response, she tried the old doorknocker instead. It made a loud
booming sound.
"Guess the doorbell is one of the things that needs fixing."
she thought as she waited.
A few moments later, the sound of footsteps behind the
door became loud enough to hear.
When the door swung open, Alex found that her assumptions
about Ms. Crawford were way off the mark. Assuming of course
that this was the owner of the house standing in the doorway. A
full figured woman who stood half a head taller than Alex, she had
a bust that drew immediate attention. Raven black hair with just
a trace of gray streamed down her back. Alex would put her age in
her mid thirties but would later be surprised that Ms. Crawford
was two months shy of forty-three. Even in the plain sweatsuit she
was wearing, the woman exuded a sense of poise and elegance.
"Good morning," the older woman said with a smile that if
anything, made her seem even younger. "Can I help you?"
"I think that was supposed to be my line," Alex replied with
an equally warm smile. "My name is Alex May and I'm here about
the ad you posted in the hardware store."
"Well that was quick," she said as her face seemed to beam
even brighter. Please come in. I'll have to ask you to excuse the
mess, I really wasn't expecting anyone today. No, that’s really not
true, the house would probably be just as messy if I knew you were
coming. I'm Marilyn Crawford, by the way, but I'm sure you've
already figured that out for yourself."
As Alex followed Marilyn into a large cluttered living room,
she had to admit their introduction had gone pretty well. No
comments about how surprising it was to have a young woman
applying for the position. More often than not, Alex spent much of
an introduction just convincing people that she was serious.
Marilyn cleared some of the books piled on the sofa so that
she and Alex could sit down.
"I tend to take books off the shelf and forget to put them
back," Marilyn apologized as she sat next to the younger woman.
"Anyway, down to business. I'm sure you want to know what the
jobs all about."
Alex nodded in response. She quickly decided she liked this
woman. She listened intently as Marilyn explained what she was
looking for.
"I moved here about year ago to get away from the insane
asylum were I used to work." She began. "Most people seem to
grow up in small towns and can't wait to move to the big city. I was
the reverse. Grew up in probably the busiest city in the world and
against all the odds wound up in the top of my field. Made a lot of
money, but it was 24/7 existence. Not much time for a personal
life or anything else."
Marilyn paused for a breath as a far away look filled her
face for a moment. She seemed to be thinking of someplace, or
someone else.
"Then one day my world seemed to come crashing down. I
had a friend, an associate actually. No, make that a friend, she
deserves to be remembered that way. Anyway, one day the
pressure got to be too much and she stepped in front of a
cross-town bus. I've never been able to decide if she was just too
tired or preoccupied to know what she was doing, or if she just lost
it and didn't care anymore. Either way, if I didn't take that as a
wakeup call, I don't know what else would be."
Marilyn paused a second time, noting that she was going on
and on and had totally forgotten her manners.
"Would you like something to drink?" she asked.
"No I'm fine." Alex responded.
"Well to get to the point," she went on. "I needed to make
a change in my life, a big change or else one of these days I might
be the one under a bus."
"How did you wind up here, if I might ask?"
"Well most of the people around here think I'm the crazy
city lady who was stupid enough to buy the old Gallagher place,"
Marilyn grinned. "Truth is, I'm a Gallagher on my mother's side and
the house belongs to a cousin. He's been trying to sell it for years
and was happy to practically give it to me. I had the major work
the place needed done by some big contractors, enough to make
the place livable at least. That and a few modifications to let me
continue the work I used to do, at least on a smaller scale."
"I noticed the satellite dishes and the extra power line
outside. What kind of work do you do Ms. Crawford, if I might
ask?"
Of course you might, it's nothing clandestine or anything like
that." she laughed. "I'm what's called a freelance market analyst.
I do demographic and psychographic studies for companies, as well
as acquisitions analysis. The latter part usually consists of
identifying where good markets are and if any small suppliers exist
that are ripe for purchase."
"I have no idea what any of that means," Alex said. "So I
guess I'll just take your word that you're good at what you do."
"Well I was good enough for a great many of my clients to
still want to have me work for them, even if I'm no longer close
enough to actually meet with any of them. That’s the wonder of
this age of telecommunications. I can do my job just as easily a
thousand miles away as I could when my office was just a few
blocks away. Of course I've scaled down my workload somewhat. I
make less, but now I find I have time for other interests. All in
all, I think it's a fair trade off."
"Not that I haven't found all of this very interesting, Ms.
Crawford," Alex said as politely as she could. "But I'm still not
exactly sure what you might want to hire me for."
"You're right, I have been rambling on, haven't I?" she
laughed. "l really don't have a lot of visitors out here and I guess I
just got carried away a little. I like my solitude, but sometimes I
miss having a real person to talk to. At least one not on a computer
screen. Not many of the locals are interested in what I do, but
judging from your accent you're not exactly a local yourself are
you?"
"No, I'm not a local." Alex replied.
"Well, what I'm looking for is someone who can fix some of
the little things around here, as well as help restore some of the
beauty of this old house. I could have some big outfit come in, but
I really don't want to turn this place into a work zone. I'd much
rather have the work done a little more slowly and still maintain my
privacy. Do you think you could handle that?"
"I'm sure I could," Alex said as she reached into the small
red backpack she had been carrying when she came in. "I have a
few letters of recommendation and a list of ..."
"I've always considered myself a pretty good judge of
people," Marilyn interrupted. "You can hold onto those. What say
we try it for a week and see how it goes?"
"Sounds fine to me," Alex said. "But I should tell you that I
really don't usually stay in one place too long. I'm the type of
person who likes to stay on the move."
"Well, like I said, lets give it a week and see how it goes.
Then we'll take it a week at a time if everything works out. That
sound fair to you?"
"I think we have a deal." Alex smiled and reached out her
hand.
"One thing though," the older woman said. "My mother was
Ms. Crawford, I'd rather you call me Marilyn."
"Okay, Marilyn." Alex replied.
"Have you found a place to stay in town yet?" Marilyn asked.
"Well as long as the weather stays nice, I usually just camp
out in my van." the younger woman said.
"Well we can forget about that," Marilyn said. "Not while I
have four empty bedrooms. We'll just consider it one of the perks
of the job."
"You won't get any argument from me." Alex said, thinking
how nice it would be to sleep in a real bed for a change.
"Well it looks like all we have to decide is where you should
start." Marilyn said.
"Might I suggest the doorbell?" Alex said.
Marilyn laughed. "I knew I was making the right decision in
hiring you."
Early the next morning, Alex again showed up at Zalman's
Hardware. She had been able to repair the doorbell with the
materials at hand, but for some of the larger jobs she was going to
need some supplies. As she was the day before, Wendy was behind
the counter, wearing a dress just as revealing as the one
yesterday.
"Good morning." Alex said as she walked up to the counter.
"Oh, its you." The long haired blond said in a disappointed
tone as she looked up and saw Alex standing in front of her. This
time she didn't seem to notice the denim blouse and jeans Alex was
wearing, instead diverting all of her brain power to the idea that
she might have come back to take Mike up on his offer.
"I'm going to need some supplies," Alex smiled after waiting
a few beats to let Wendy think what she willed. "I've typed it all
out on this list. Would you have it all in stock or do you have to
order it?"
The nineteen year old looked at the long list that Alex had
handed her, a look of confusion quickly filling her face.
"I'm afraid I'm not sure what some of these things are,"
Wendy said. 'I'll have to check with Mr. Zalman and he hasn't
come in to work yet this morning."
"I'll bet if I'd put knee pads on the list you'd know what
they were." Alex thought as she considered that she wasn't going
to get to start any of the projects today as she planned. "Do you
know what time you might expect him?" she asked instead.
"Well on Friday's he usually doesn't come in until the
afternoon." she admitted.
"Great." Alex said under her breath, thinking now that it
might be Monday before she got any of her supplies.
"Is there a problem, Wendy?" said a feminine voice from
behind the counter divider.
Alex looked past the teenager to see a tall buxom redhead
step from an office behind the checkout counter. The woman
looked to be in her late thirties or early forties. She was wearing
a rather plain dress that covered her impressive bust yet at the
same time, drew attention to it.
"I'm Gloria Zalman, can I be of any help?" she said as she
reached the edge of the counter.
"Nice to meet you, Mrs. Zalman," Alex said, wondering if
Mr. Zalman had a woman that looked like this sharing his bed, why
in the world would he need the airhead blond. "My name is Alex
May and I'm going to be working in town for a while, doing some
renovation work on what I guess you know as the Gallagher house.
I was hoping that I could pick up some supplies this morning to get
started but your salesclerk here informs me that I'd have to wait
until your husband comes in this afternoon to see if you have any of
it in stock."
"Oh, so you're the contractor that Marilyn hired." Gloria
said with a beaming smile. "She called me not twenty minutes ago
to say that she'd hired the most delightful young woman to do
some work on her house and would I be so kind as to set up a line of
credit for anything you might need for the repairs."
The bright smile quickly faded to one of dissatisfaction as
she turned her attention to Wendy and took the long list out of
her hand. Gloria took a moment to run her finger down the paper,
nodding her head as checked off certain items.
"We have most of this in stock," she said as she looked up,
her smile reappearing. "What we don't I'm sure we can get for you
by Monday or Tuesday."
"That would be fine." Alex said with relief.
"Wendy, why don't you take this list back to Billy John and
ask him to get together the things I checked off and have them
delivered this afternoon to Ms. Crawford's."
"Yes, Mrs. Zalman." Wendy said as she quickly went off into
the lumberyard behind the store in search of Billy John.
"I do apologize for Wendy," Gloria said as she came out
from behind the counter. "I know she'd not the brightest, but
most of the customers that come in here are men and my husband
seems to feel that they do more business when they see her behind
the counter. And I have to admit, she does seem to draw them
with the assets that she does have."
'I guess so." Alex agreed, wondering why she got the
impression that Mrs. Zalman, or Gloria as she insisted she call her,
knew exactly what if anything might be going on with Wendy and
her husband. More so, she didn't seem to care.
"Can I offer you a cup of coffee?" Gloria said as she
reached for the decanter resting beneath the Mr. Coffee.
"That would be fine." Alex said.
As the two women drank their coffee and made small talk,
Wendy returned to the counter. A gruff bearded man in his fifties
came in and bought some paint supplies. As he paid for them,
Wendy leaned over the counter asking if he needed anything else.
Her posture gave the man a clear view down her dress and the
braless breasts within.
When the gentleman realized he'd spent too much time
admiring the view, he acting as if he'd been considering the
question and ordered two more things. Suppressing a laugh, Alex
had to admit that as a sales technique, it worked.
After the man left with his purchase and Wendy went back
to her reading, Alex thanked Gloria for the cup of coffee and said
she had to be going.
"Well it was nice meeting you and I hope we get the chance
to chat a little more." Gloria said as the younger woman left.
Seeing as she would undoubtedly need things other than she
had ordered, Alex was sure that they would.
After running a few more errands, Alex made her way back
to Marilyn's house. The market analyst had just finished her day's
work and insisted that Alex join her for lunch. The older woman
was really going out of her way to make her newly hired help feel
welcome.
"So what's the story with the Zalman's and that girl
Wendy?" Alex asked halfway through lunch.
Marilyn stopped eating and put down her folk on the table.
She thought about the question for a moment then said.
"Gloria Zalman is the best friend I have in this town."
"Oh I'm sorry," Alex quickly apologized, wondering if she
might have just tossed away her new job. "It's really none of my
business. I had no call asking anything like that."
"It's okay," Marilyn answered, "Someone as perceptive as
yourself couldn't help but notice that there was something there.
Since you'll have a lot of contact with the Zalman's while you're
here you might as well know."
Alex put down her own folk to give Marilyn her full
attention.
"You might not think it to look at him now, but Mike Zalman
was quite the jock in his high school days, a star halfback on the
football team during his senior year." she began. "Gloria was on
the cheerleader squad. And as such things have a way of
happening, Gloria and Mike became intimate, maybe getting just a
little too careless one night. A wedding soon followed and seven
months later a daughter as well. She's married herself now, with
one baby and another on the way."
She paused to take a sip of her tea.
"And as happens to many couples who marry way too young,
they changed and drifted apart. They have a child and grandchild
in common, as well as their business. For them it's enough. As long
as Mike doesn't flaunt his dalliances, Gloria is willing to let well
enough alone. "
"I can't imagine myself in that position," Alex remarked.
"Having your husband screwing around while you live a celibate
life."
"I never said that." Marilyn laughed as she popped the last
forkful into her mouth. "Gloria is a vital woman, with a woman's
needs. She is quite capable of taking care of them on her own."
That statement made Alex wonder for a moment what
Marilyn did about her own needs. Then she answered her own
question thinking to herself that the woman on the other side of
the table was more than capable as well.
The trial week passed quickly, as did the week after that. A
third and fourth went just as fast as Alex occupied her time with
one project after another.
"I can't believe how much you've gotten done in a month,"
Marilyn said as she stepped into the freshly painted room. "This
place looks like you've had a small army working in here every day."
A paint splattered Alex, clad in a T-shirt and shorts dropped
off the ladder on to the tarp she had spread on the wooden floor.
She dropped the roller in her hand into the paint pan, then ran a
blue spotted hand through her short hair.
"I'm glad you're happy with the job I'm doing." she smiled.
"Oh I'm more than happy," Marilyn said as she held out a
cold glass of juice for Alex. "In fact, I'm beginning to dread the
day you decide you've had enough of this place and take off. I'm
going to have to hire a dozen people to take your place."
"Well I'm not at that point yet," Alex said, talking a long
taste of the offering. "It’s been a lot of fun working on this old
house. It seems like I've barely been working on it a week."
"Well it's been four weeks," the older woman said. "More
specifically, 28 days that you've worked almost non-stop."
"Well I get like that," she replied as she drained the glass.
"I tend to get wrapped up in what I'm doing."
"I know that feeling all too well." Marilyn agreed. "So well
that I think you should take a break from all this."
"And do what?" Alex said as she continued to clean up.
"Well there is a dance in town tonight at the VFW hall,"
Marilyn suggested. "I'm told they are a lot of fun."
"A VFW dance?" Alex repeated. "Thanks, but I think I'll
pass."
"Are you sure?" Marilyn said. "Gloria told me that young
man in her store, what was his name again, Billy Jack or ..."
"Billy John." Alex corrected.
"So you have noticed him." Marilyn smiled.
Billy John Fisher was the young man who had been delivering
the supplies to the Crawford house. He wasn't that much brighter
than his co-worker Wendy, but like her he hadn't been hired for
his brains. The twenty-five year old had the body of a
body-builder and was as cute as could be.
"Well, as I was saying, Gloria said that Billy John was going
to the dance and had asked her if she knew if you were going as
well. She then asked me and I said I would ask you."
"I sense a conspiracy here." Alex grinned.
"Just a desire to see you have a little fun." Marilyn
countered.
Alex though about it a few moments. It had been a long
time since she had actually gone out and had some fun. Taking a
break and letting her hair down a little seemed like a pretty good
idea.
"All right, you've talked me into it." Alex relented. "I'll go
with you."
"That's great, but I'm not going," the black haired woman
laughed. "The dance is for the under thirty crowd."
"I think I've been shanghaied." Alex laughed as well.
"Just enjoy the dance, sweetheart, the house will still be
waiting for you tomorrow."
That night, Alex once more became Alexandra. Decked out
in one of the few dresses in her travel bag, she was an awesome
sight. The outfit was a bright red, with a hem short enough to
show off her long legs, as well as low cut enough to display a nice
set of breasts. No sooner had she made her entrance at the VFW
Hall, than every unattached man in the place was asking her to
dance. The brunette danced with a few of them, all the while
searching the floor for Billy John.
She finally spotted him dancing on the other side of the hall
with Wendy. Alexandra waited until the dance was over, then went
up to him and said hello.
If Wendy had given her cold looks a month before when
she'd first walked into Zalman's, they were friendly smiles
compared to the one she gave her now. Wendy herself was dressed
in an outfit that made Alex's look like a Nun's habit. You could see
her nipples sticking right though the thin green material.
For the next two hours, Alex dominated Billy's time on the
dance floor. Wendy tried to break back in a few times, then went
off in search of other prey.
"What's say we get out of here." Alex whispered into Billy's
ear as they danced.
Twenty minutes later, Billy and Alex were in the front seat
of his truck, parked in the local lover's lane. Billy was stripped
down to the waist, giving the short haired brunette full access to
his well-developed pecs. She returned the favor, her dress down
around her own waist and her mounds covered only by a simple bra.
They had been lip locked for the last ten minutes, their
hands exploring each other's bodies. In her exploration, Alex
found that the wetness she felt between her legs was mirrored by
the hardness of Billy's cock beneath his pants. She directed his
hands to her breasts, helping him when he had problems with the
small clasp that held it together.
She closed her eyes as she felt his mouth close on her
nipples. It had been far too long since she'd felt someone else's
touch on her body. Billy might be a little short when it came to
good conversation, but he did know how to make a girl feel good.
Alex reached down and undid the zipper of his pants,
reaching inside and taking hold of his cock. Using a trick she had
learned in high school that allowed her to make a quick
measurement of a guys cock by using her hand, she judged Billy to
be just under six inches long. Holding it tightly, she began to jerk
him off.
"Oh baby," Billy moaned as her fingers slid up and down his
cock, his mouth releasing its hold on her mounds.
What passed for a lover’s lane outside of Danversville was
actually pretty small. As a result, there were cars parked on both
sides of Billy's four by four. Alex hadn't really paid any attention
to them before, but the emergence of the full moon from behind
the clouds produced enough light for her to now see into the car to
their left. From the higher vantage point, the twenty-four year
old had a front row seat to the action going on just a few feet
away. To her surprise, the girl in the next car was Wendy.
Unable not to resist the urge to look, now that she
recognized Wendy, Alex continued to play with Billy's cock while
she watched her blond haired rival. Wendy and her partner were
further along in their play, progressing to the point where she had
his cock down her throat. It was obvious to the older girl that
Wendy had a lot of practice at what she was doing.
So much so that her partner exploded into her mouth a
moment later, continuing to do so as she pulled her head upward,
splattering his come all over her face.
Alex had gotten so absorbed in what was happening in the
car next to her, she almost didn't realize that Billy himself was
about to climax. Turning her attention back to him, she sped up
her ministrations and kissed him hard as his own orgasm splashed
across her hand.
Billy groaned loudly as his cock emptied his seed. He had
been using his own hand to try and bring Alex to orgasm as well,
but had failed in his goal. With his own climax quickly subsiding, he
lost all interest in trying to bring her off as well.
Billy John was silent all during the drive back to Marilyn's
house. If the hunk's normal date conversation was spotty at best,
his post-orgasmic patter was non-existent. Despite their intimacy
of a brief time before, Alex just gave him a chaste kiss goodnight
and sent him on his way.
It was just past midnight when she walked through the door,
so the young woman took extra care not to make any noise loud
enough to wake her host. A quick trip to the bathroom to wash up
and take care of personal hygiene, then Alex was off to bed.
As she lay there beneath the sheet, Alex began to almost
regret sending Billy home so soon. True, despite his really good
looks he wasn't exactly what you might call great lover material,
but he was still a hot bod and a hard cock. It had been two months
since the last time she had been laid, the night she had spent with
that cop back in Belltown. The memory of his cock deep inside of
her sent Alex's hand down into her panties. Her fingers stroking
her still damp pussy as they attempted to complete the job Bill had
left unfinished. She played with herself for a few minutes, then
gave up in frustration. The brief memories were too distant for
her to really use as a springboard to orgasm. Deciding that
tomorrow was indeed another day, she rolled over and drifted off
to sleep.
“Oh baby!”
Alex’s eyes opened hesitantly, trying to focus on the alarm
clock on her night table. The red digits read one thirty-four.
What was she doing awake, she asked herself.
“Oh yeah, baby, do it to me!”
At first, Alex had thought the voice she had heard had been
part of a dream. This time, she immediately recognized it as
belonging to Marilyn. Automatically, the young brunette turned
her attention to the common wall that separated their bedrooms.
“That’s it, lick me there, you know how much I love it.”
Now fully awake, Alex sat up in bed as she realized that
Marilyn had an overnight guest. Originally, Alex had moved into
the small bedroom furthest from Marilyn's. Then last week she
started fixing the cracks in that room and had moved to this one.
“Oh God!” came the voice through the wall.
“These walls are thinner than I thought.” Alex thought as
she listened to the sounds of lovemaking from Marilyn’s room.
“Those old Victorians must've been real quiet lovers.”
Thoughts of the house's original occupants quickly vanished
as Marilyn’s voice and the rocking of her bed became louder and
faster.
“Damn, he must be driving her up the wall.” Alex said to
herself as she imagined the forty-two year old spread out on the
bed, enjoying an oral massage on her clit. "No wonder Marilyn
wanted me to go out tonight."
Alex knew there was no way she was going back to sleep,
this was already too exciting. The brunette found herself running
her hands over her breasts, playing with her nipples. She couldn’t
believe how very excited she was getting just by listening to the
two of them. Who needed faded memories of Belltown when she
had this going on just next door.
Grabbing both of her large mounds and squeezing them
tightly, the younger woman also felt a bit of envy. It was obvious
from her reactions that Marilyn had a first class pussy-licker in
there. That was a rare commodity as few guys she knew wanted to
spend any more time down there that they didn’t have to. Usually
it was just enough to get her wet and then get their cocks up
inside her. And in her case, that took no time at all.
Alex glanced back at the clock and realized that Marilyn’s
friend had been going down on her for a quarter hour now. At least
it had been that long since Alex had woken up to the sound of it.
That was at least twice the time any of her recent lovers had
spent, and from the sound of the couple in the next room, they
showed no signs of stopping soon.
The twenty-four year old reached down between her legs
and found her pussy soaked from the excitement. She slid two
fingers inside herself and leaned back on her pillow. In and out she
began to move her fingers, using her other hand to still massage
her breasts. Her darting tongue continued to rub along her lips, as
if she were kissing a phantom lover.
It wasn’t long before Alex matched her gyrations to the
sounds of the creaking bed in the room next door. She could
imagine herself in Marilyn’s place, a wet mouth pressed hard
against her pussy. Marilyn’s moans through the wall grew louder
and louder, signaling her approaching orgasm. Alex had a late start
but wasn’t far behind.
‘Oh yes, oh God baby, yes!” Alex heard Marilyn call out as
her lover brought her to climax.
Whatever came next was drowned out by the roar of her
own orgasm as it ripped across her body. Alex gritted her teeth
tightly to keep it a silent one, thinking she would never live down
the mortification if Marilyn and her date heard her. If they knew
she was masturbating while listening to their lovemaking.
The sudden explosion from her loins drained whatever
energy her brief sleep had restored to her body. It had been
good, Alex admitted, but now she was more than exhausted. This
more than made up for the disappointing night with Billy.
The sounds from the next room had stopped for the
moment. Either they were done or just gearing up for round two.
Whichever it was, they would do it without an audience this time.
Alex closed her eyes, not to open them again until the morning.
“Thank you, Marilyn.” she said to herself as she felt sleep
overtaking her like a comforting blanket.
Alex heard voices in the living room as she came down the
steps from the second floor early the next morning. Evidently
Marilyn was saying goodbye to her guest. The short haired
brunette paused for a moment, wondering if she should go back
upstairs until he had left. But her curiosity was overwhelming. She
had to see what he looked like. To see what Marilyn’s type was.
Alex stepped into the living room just in time to see Marilyn,
who was wearing a short bathrobe, kissing her lover goodbye. From
her vantage point, she couldn't see much other than the dark
haired woman's back. The large potted plants blocked her lover.
Alex couldn't tell if he was tall or short, or even young or old.
Whatever his age, the goodbye kiss he was giving her was
obviously a lot better than the one Alex had gotten from Billy.
Consumed even more with curiosity, the younger woman moved out
into the center of the room to try and get a better look. Finally
their kiss broke and Marilyn stepped back enough for Alex to get a
clear look.
‘Omigod!” Alex gasped. “He was a she!”
And not just a she, her mind registered a second later. It
was Gloria Zalman!
There was no mistaking her, not with those large oversized
breasts and flaming red hair that Alex had seen on so many trips
to the hardware store. The two women kissed one last time before
Gloria disappeared out the door.
Alex stood there dumbfounded as Marilyn watched her lover
walk down the path to the carport. She didn’t even react to Alex’s
presence until she closed the door and turned all the way around to
see her standing there in the middle of the room. If was obvious
she had been standing there all the while.
“I guess I probably should’ve mentioned this before,”
Marilyn said in a half smile. “I hope it’s not going to be a problem.”
Marilyn had already made breakfast so the two of them
moved to the kitchen. They ate wordlessly, simply because neither
of them really knew what to say.
"Have you and Gloria been together long?" Alex finally
broke the silence.
"Just a few months. actually." she answered.
"It must feel so nice to be in love." Alex smiled.
"Well, I wouldn't really say Gloria and I are in love," Marilyn
said. "Don't get me wrong, I love Gloria, I really do. I think she's
the dearest, sweetest friend I've had in a long time. But to be
honest, I'd have to say what we share is really just recreational
sex. Just two friends taking care of each other's needs. It's
been ages since I could say I've been in love."
"Recreational sex ..." Alex repeated. "Okay, I can
understand that."
"We just get together once in a while and have a little fun,"
Marilyn added. "Nothing serious. In fact, Gloria even told me
she's also seeing someone else, but won't say who."
"Well as long as that doesn't bother you." Alex said.
"Have you ever done it?" Marilyn asked out of curiosity.
"Recreational sex?" Alex replied. "Of course. With my
lifestyle it's about the only sex I really have. I never really stay in
one place long enough to get into a serious relationship."
"I mean with another woman?" the dark haired woman
corrected her question.
"Oh," Alex replied, then seemed to pause a few moments as
if she was deciding if she really wanted to answer the question.
"Yeah, I've been there. Once during my year of college, just to see
what all the fuss was about. Then there was a woman I met when
my car broke down in New Mexico."
For a brief second, Alex could see the face of the woman in
New Mexico in her mind's eye. Her name was Linda Baker. She was
older, just about Marilyn's age, with dark curly red hair. What the
younger girl left out of her answer was that even after her car had
been fixed, she'd stayed in the small town for two weeks, sharing
the woman's bed every night.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"What?" Alex asked as she snapped back from her brief
foray into her memory.
"I asked if you enjoyed it?"
"If was different," Alex said, the image of a moment ago
reappearing. "Yes, I'd have to say I did."
Marilyn smiled and seemed about to say something else.
Instead, she tossed the last of her eggs into her mouth, then
excused herself, saying she had some work to do. Alex said she
had to head over to the hardware store to pick up the new molding
she had ordered.
"Good Morning," Alex smiled as she walked up to the counter
at Zalman's hardware. "Did the molding I ordered come in?"
Wendy gave Alex the same cold look that she seemed to
keep just for her, saying that she had to see Mrs. Zalman for that.
Alex thanked her warmly, knowing that nothing annoyed her more.
The contractor waited a few minutes for Gloria to appear.
When she did Alex was surprised at how fresh she looked, seeing
as the redhead had spent the night rocking the sheets with
Marilyn.
"Oh they came in last night," Gloria said, giving Alex a smile
as warm as Wendy's was cold. "I'll have Billy load them up for you
as soon as he finishes up in the yard."
"Thank you."
"Meanwhile, why don't you come in the office," Gloria
suggested. "I have a few new product brochures that came in that
you might find helpful."
Alex followed Gloria into the back office, walking past a still
disapproving Wendy. Gloria told Wendy to have the molding
loaded, then shut the door behind them.
"The brochures are on the desk, but I'd like to talk to you a
moment first." Gloria said.
"Sure, what's up?"
"How did things go with you and Marilyn after I left this
morning?" she asked surprisingly. "Any problems?"
"Excuse me?"
"I saw you standing in the living room when I kissed Marilyn
goodbye," Gloria said. "I was just curious if it caused any
problems."
"No, not at all," Alex answered. "Marilyn explained the
relationship the two of you have and that was that."
"And you don't have a problem with it? I mean with me and
her being ... I mean the idea that two women could be like that."
"Do you mean that am I bothered by the idea of women
being sexual with each other?" Alex said. "Not at all."
"That's good, because I know that Marilyn has come to like
you a great deal in the last few weeks and I wouldn't want to be
the one to cause any problems with that."
"Well you don't have to worry about that. Marilyn and I are
fine."
"I'm really glad," Gloria said. "Because I have to say I've
come to like you as well."
"I'm glad," Alex smiled. "I think you're pretty nice too."
"What I mean to say," Gloria went on as she moved closer.
"Is that I find you quite an attractive young woman. One that I
really would like to get to know better. How do you think you might
feel about that?"
Alex didn't answer immediately. Her attention was drawn to
the fact that Gloria was now resting her hand on the brunette's
denim covered breasts, stroking her flesh through the open gap
between buttons.
"I guess I'd have to think about that a little more," Alex
finally answered, a warm flush filling her face. "It's not something
I do all the time."
Gloria seemed encouraged by her response, especially the
fact that Alex hadn't rejected her advance out of hand.
"Do you find me attractive as well?" Gloria asked.
Alex looked deep into the older woman's face, then glanced
down at the ample mound staining against the confines of her
dress. In many ways she reminded her very much of Linda.
"Yes I do," She finally answered. "Very much so."
That answer pleased Gloria even more as she leaned forward
and kissed Alex on the lips. It was a brief kiss, but one filled with
a promise of what might be to come.
"Well I'm sure Billy has your supplies loaded by now." Gloria
said as she took a step back, reluctant to press her interest in the
younger woman too far and too quickly.
"I would think so." Alex said as she turned to leave, the
taste of Gloria's lips pressed against hers still fresh in her mind.
Alex stepped back out of the office, the promised booklets
in her hand. She had started to close the door behind her when
Gloria said. "Call me."
Alex paused for a second, then gave her a noncommittal
smile in response.
Turning as she stepped forward, Alex almost bumped into
Wendy who had been standing almost behind her. Alex was
stunned by the look now on the girl's face. If looks could kill, the
twenty-four year old would now be planning her funeral.
"Your trucks all loaded." the blond said in a voice laced with
hostility.
"What the hell is her problem?" Alex thought as she gave
another one of her 'killing with kindness' thank you's.
"She knows I didn't try and cut into her little arrangement
with Mr. Zalman," Alex said to herself, remembering the reason
for Wendy's original animosity. "And she can't be still angry with
my picking up Billy at the dance, not the way she just shifted her
gears and picked up that guy she was blowing in lover's lane."
Alex had just made it to the door when Gloria came back out
of the office. She saw Wendy turn in the older woman's direction,
a softer, but still irritated look on her face.
"Now that's strange," Alex said to herself as she walked
out into the street. "What has she got to be mad at Gloria for?"
A minute later, after she had checked the load in the back
and then climbed behind the wheel, the answer to her question hit
her like a ton of bricks.
"Holy shit!" she called out in her mind as the pieces came
together all at once. "That little tramp is sleeping with both the
husband and the wife. She's the one Marilyn had alluded to this
morning. It's no wonder Gloria put up with her husband's
dalliances. She was eating out of the same pie."
Alex laughed at her own joke as she pulled into traffic.
Small towns might lack a lot of the things you find in the big city,
but this one at least had more than it's share of sexual hijinks.
Later that night, Alex walked into the living room where
Marilyn was curled up on one end of the sofa watching television.
The hour was late and the dark haired woman was already in her
pajamas. One advantage to the twin satellite dishes she had on the
room was that she had access to almost every channel in the
country. The younger brunette dropped down into the cushion next
to her and let out a sigh of relief.
"The molding in the kitchen is finally done." she said as her
head pressed back against the soft pillow. "I don't want to see
another hammer until next week."
"Well I guess we won't be watching Home Improvement
reruns then." Marilyn laughed as she tossed Alex the
multi-function control. "Since you worked so hard today, you get
to pick what we watch."
Alex grinned as she began surfing through the channels.
"I thought you had plans to go out on a date tonight?"
Marilyn said as she watched the images change.
"Changed my mind. I really wasn't in the mood," she replied
as she stopped at one of the movie channels. "In fact, I don't
think I'll be seeing Billy again."
"Well, there are plenty of other nice people in this town."
Marilyn said.
Alex didn't miss the fact that Marilyn had said 'nice people'
and not 'nice guys'.
"Actually ..." she began to say, then paused for a moment to
consider if she really wanted to voice what she was thinking.
Seeing that Marilyn was waiting for her to finish, she went on.
"Actually, I was asked out today."
"Really? By who?"
"Your friend, Gloria." she replied.
Alex looked into Marilyn's face to see if the news upset her.
Her expression, however, remained neutral.
"Are you going to take her up on it?" she finally asked after
a moments pause.
"To be honest, I was really tempted," Alex admitted. "But
decided in the end not to go there."
"I hope you didn't turn her down because of me," Marilyn
said. "Like I told you, both of us are free to see other people."
"That did enter my mind," Alex admitted. "But that wasn't
the reason I decided not to."
"I hope you weren't upset that she asked you." said the
older woman.
"Not at all," Alex smiled. "Like I said, I was really
tempted."
"I can't blame her though," Marilyn said. "I have to admit
that I came close to asking you myself."
"Really?" Alex said in surprise. "How come you didn't?"
"I could say that I was worried that if you took offense, I'd
never get the rest of my house fixed." she laughed. "But I guess
the real reason is that I was afraid that you'd up and leave. If all I
can have is your friendship, then I'll settle for that. I've come to
enjoy having you around these past weeks. A lot more than I've
enjoyed anyone else's company for a long time."
Alex looked into Marilyn's eyes and saw the honesty of what
she had said. It was a feeling she had felt within herself this past
month. That was the real reason she had tossed aside the idea of
spending the night with either Billy or Gloria.
Alex leaned over and kissed Marilyn softly on her lips. A
kiss much more enjoyable that the one she'd received from Gloria
hours before. A kiss fueled by the first fires of love.
"I've been thinking about what that might feel like since the
day you showed up on my doorstep." Marilyn said as they broke the
brief kiss.
"I think I have too, even if I didn't really know it." Alex
added as she rested her head against Marilyn's breast.
"So what now my little love?" Marilyn asked as she kissed
the top of Alex's head.
That simple term of endearment brought a rush to Alex's
heart. For the first time in her years of wandering, she felt like
she belonged.
Reality finally hit her with the realization that she was still
covered with the debris of the day's work. Marilyn didn't seem to
mind in the least, but Alex wanted this moment to be perfect.
"I'm a mess." she said out loud.
"You're beautiful." Marilyn responded.
"Would you be really offended if I ran up and took a quick
shower? Alex asked hesitantly. "I'd really rather be at my best
for you."
Marilyn smiled at the younger woman as she brushed away
some of the construction dust off Alex's face. "I have a better
idea." she said.
"Oh you were right," Alex said as she practically melted in
the warm, sudsy bath water. "This is much, much better."
"I thought you'd like it," Marilyn said as she tilted back
Alex's head just enough to kiss her lips softly. "I could loose
myself in here for hours, or until at least the water turns cold."
The large antique tub they floated in, Marilyn on the bottom
with Alex in her arms, had belonged to the original owner of the
old house. He had been a wealthy merchant in the town and also
weighed in at over three hundred pounds. He'd had the old fashion
four leg bathtub especially made to fit his bulk, so there was more
than enough room in there for the two women.
Marilyn continued to stroke Alex's arms, washing them with
the soap filled water. She cupped the younger girl's breasts,
playing with the small brown nipples with her fingers. She smiled
as she felt them grow hard in her hands.
"Oh that feels nice," Alex said as she rested her head
against the full softness of Marilyn's own mounds.
Turning her head, Alex was able to just about plant a kiss
atop Marilyn's own larger nipple, playing with it for just a brief
moment.
"Mmm," Marilyn responded. "Kisses like that will get you
everywhere." she laughed. "But why don't you just relax and let
me take care of you for now. There will be plenty of time for you
to reciprocate later on."
"Sounds good to me." Alex replied.
The younger brunette leaned back and closed her eyes. She
could feel Marilyn's hands moving across her body. Skillful fingers
bringing with them a most delightful assortment of erotic
sensations. From the way they were now laying atop of each other,
the taller woman could just about reach down between Alex's legs.
A goal her long slender fingers soon reached.
A quiet sigh came from Alex's lips as she felt the older
woman's first touch there. With expert skill, her fingers seemed
to quickly seek out her most secret and sensitive spots.
A moan followed her soft sighs as she felt the first of
Marilyn's fingers slide deep inside of her. A second finger soon
followed, and in time a third. Faster and faster they moved in and
out, producing even louder moans from Alex as her skin grew even
warmer than the water around it.
"Oh yes!" Alex panted as she gave in to the rising delights
within her. "Oh yes!"
Marilyn could feel Alex's body begin to tremble against her
own as the younger woman's orgasm overtook her. The passion
racing through the woman in her arms was reflected in her own
racing heart. The dark haired woman held her tight, added her
warmth to Alex's.
As Alex's body came to a gentle rest, the two women laid
silent, listening to the sound of their twin heartbeats. Marilyn
couldn't help but wonder about the strange far away look on Alex's
face. The quiet was finally shattered when Marilyn gently stroked
Alex's cheek and asked.
"What are you thinking?"
"I was just thinking," she began as she looked up and smiled
at Marilyn. "I was just thinking that it’s been such a very long time
since I've felt this close to someone."
Marilyn laughed softly. "My little love, I think you're going
to feel a lot closer before the night is over. Why don't we get out
of here now that you're clean and see if we can find someplace a
little more comfortable?"
"I don't know," Alex grinned back over her shoulder. "This
cushion I'm sitting on seems kind of nice."
"Out!" Marilyn thundered.
The two women climbed out of the antique bathtub and
stood naked on the wide throw rug beside it. Marilyn picked up a
towel from the rack on the door and began drying off her new
lover. Once done, Alex did the same for her.
Hand in hand, they walked naked through the house. Putting
any clothing back on seemed superfluous as it would be coming
right off. They moved down the long hallway on the second floor,
not speaking a word to each other but communicating just by the
warmth of each other's touch.
"Give me a few moments before you come in," Marilyn said
as she came to a stop at the door of the master bedroom and
stepped in front of Alex. She placed the palm of her hand
between the younger woman's breasts. "I just want to fix a few
things."
Alex gave her a smile that seemed to say, now who's worried
about a mess, then nodded her agreement. She stood there in the
hallway, feeling a comforting warmth across her body despite her
still damp skin. In what seemed like no time at all, Marilyn called
for her to come in.
“Oh my!” Alex beamed as she stepped into a world of
flickering luminosity.
The old fashion bedroom was filled with the light of a dozen
scented candles scattered around the large room. The air was rich
with the fragrance of honey.
Marilyn stood naked in the center of the room, her body
reflecting the luminescent glow. Her upraised arm resting on one
of the four tall bedposts on a bed as old as the bathtub they had
just emerged from. The short haired brunette remembered
Marilyn telling her that the old bed was the first piece of
furniture that she'd had restored when she bought the house.
That was how she'd originally met Mike Zalman. He'd been
ever so helpful in arranging for the bed to be picked up and the
craftsmen who made it like new. Unfortunately he also seemed to
expect to help break the bed in once it was refurbished. Marilyn
was quick to dissuade him of any such notion.
The plus side of the whole encounter, however, was that
Marilyn got to meet Gloria. The two had hit it off immediately,
and the buxom redhead did get to help break the bed in.
All of this appeared and disappeared in Alex's mind in a
brief second. In a very impressive room, Marilyn was easily the
most impressive sight in it. The older woman just radiated
sexuality.
"I hope you like it." Marilyn grinned as she reached out her
hand in invitation.
“I don't have the words to say how beautiful it all is,” Alex
replied as she quickly crossed the room and placed her arms around
Marilyn. "Or how beautiful you are." she added as she kissed her.
"I think you are doing just fine in finding the words,"
Marilyn said as she closed her arms around Alex, pulling her close
against her.
Their lips met again as their bodies pressed tight against
each other, sharing a warmth that was quickly transforming into a
raging fire.
"Mmm." Alex purred as their breasts rubbed against each
other, causing their nipples to become harder and erect.
Marilyn leaned over and kissed her way across the fold of
Alex’s neck to the softness of her shoulders. Her hands explored
the rest of the younger woman's form.
“You are so beautiful,” Marilyn said. "Like the dreams of a
thousand empty nights come to life."
"I didn't realize that you were a poet as well." Alex said.
"I think you'll find that I still have many surprises." Marilyn
answered.
"I can't wait to see what they are." Alex laughed.
Before she could say anything more, she found herself
literally swept off of her feet as Marilyn lifted her into her arms
and carried her to the waiting bed.
Gently laying Alex across the soft satin sheets, Marilyn
climbed onto the large mattress next to her.
“If there’s a word beyond beautiful, then you are certainly
it.” Alex said as she ran a hand across the dark haired woman's
side.
"I see that you have a bit of the poet in you as well."
Marilyn commented.
"It's easy when you have such beautiful inspiration." Alex
smiled.
Marilyn’s reply was only a broader smile as she placed her
hand on Alex. Gingerly she ran her fingers up and down the body
next to her, producing a series of soft sighs.
“That feels nice.” Alex murmured
"It gets even better." Marilyn replied as she stroked the
sides of Alex’s breasts.
The soft sighs began to grow in intensity until they became
moans. Marilyn's fingers glided down the sides of the younger
woman until they came to her buttocks. There, she took a firm
grip and pulled them up and apart, exposing the wet mound beneath
it.
Marilyn bent down and kissed Alex's left buttock, then her
right. Each succeeding kiss brought her closer to the moist
center. Finally, her kisses hit home and a slight shiver shook
Alex's body. Pulling harder, Marilyn gave herself greater access
and kissed her again, this time pushing her searching tongue up into
the exposed cavity.
"Mmmmm" she said as the tangy taste of her new love filled
her mouth.
Unable to restrain herself any longer, she began to work her
tongue in and out of the opening. Faster and faster it moved,
sending tiny sparks of delight up into Alex receptive form.
"Oh yes," she said as she enjoyed the sensation. "More,
more."
Marilyn was more than willing to reply to the request. Even
as her quick moving tongue wove a wet path up and down Alex's
slit, Marilyn's hands began to again roam across her body. Again
sliding up and under, she cupped Alex's firm breasts and played
with her nipples, bringing even louder moans.
"Turn over." She said, guiding Alex with a gentle touch.
Alex was quick to respond, quickly flipping over onto her
back and giving Marilyn full and unrestricted access.
Marilyn lowered herself to a position directly over Alex.
Then she shifted just a little, raising herself so that her breasts
were hanging directly over Alex’s mouth. There was no mistaking
her intention and Alex was eager to reply. She reached up with
her tongue and caressed the nipple of Marilyn’s left breast.
“Mmmm.” Marilyn moaned as she felt the warm embrace of
Alex’s mouth.
After a few more minutes, Marilyn shifted breasts and gave
Alex a chance to work her urges on her other mound. As she
worked her way across this new morsel, Alex was again
overwhelmed by the combination of Marilyn’s natural scent and the
perfume she wore. It was strongest in the deep valley between
her breasts, a place Alex would’ve never thought of wearing it.
Marilyn shifted position again, drifting downward so that
she could kiss Alex anew. As their lips met, she pressed her
breasts hard against the woman beneath her, rubbing their nipples
against each other.
“I want you.” Alex whispered in Marilyn’s ear. “I want to
taste you.”
“And you shall.” Marilyn replied in the same quiet tone.
After a final kiss, she straddled the brunette, spreading her
tunnel of delight above her. Alex sat up and stuck her eager face
between the outstretched legs. She wasted no time in reaching up
with her tongue, probing the inner reaches of Marilyn’s womanhood.
A sudden rush filled Alex as the first taste of nectar hit her
tongue. It had been a long time since she'd had this particular
delicacy.
Determined to excel in this activity as she had done in most
everything else in her life, Alex slid her tongue around and around
as she liked a lover to do to her. Her left hand played with
Marilyn’s clit as she tried to reach out with her tongue, hitting all
the places that she knew were the most sensitive in her own body.
Marilyn helped with her efforts with both a gentle hand on
the back of her head, guiding her, as well as a steady stream of
soft moans. The closer Alex got the right spots, the louder the
moans became.
Time passed quickly and what had begun as soft gentle
surges in Marilyn’s body had progressed until they became a rapid
torrid. She was now thrashing her saturated pussy against Alex’s
open and ever enthusiastic mouth. Another powerful bodyquake
gripped her body, causing her to stiffen momentarily. Past
experiences told her the next time would send her into the abyss.
"Oh Yes!" Marilyn screamed as a tidal wave of passion
ripped across her shaking body.
Copying a move an old lover had once used on her, Alex
grabbed Marilyn’s ass and pressed her face as hard against her
cunt as she could. An action that drove her tongue in as deep as
was possible. For this, she was rewarded with what seemed to be
endless eruptions of nectar. Waves that quickly overflowed from
her mouth and spread out across her face.
“That was fantastic!” Alex exclaimed as Marilyn pivoted and
kissed her.
“It certainly was.” Marilyn agreed. “And now it’s my turn.”
Spreading Alex’s legs, Marilyn placed her head between
them and with a burst of energy began to play a tune across her
precious pearl with amazing rapidity. The effect on Alex was
instantaneous.
“Oh God, Oh God!’’ she panted as the racing of her heart
seemed to match the speed of Marilyn’s tongue.
She could have never imaged any lover, man or woman,
producing such a reaction. It was like having an evening of
lovemaking compressed into a single instant. Her orgasm was both
instantaneous and overwhelming.
“Oooooooo” she screamed so loud that she was sure that
she could be heard across the small town.
Alex would never be sure how long her brief passage through
nirvana lasted, it was like an out of body experience. All she knew
was that some time later she again became conscious of her
surroundings and shifted her sweat covered body so she could face
her dark haired lover once more.
“I think I should be dead.” she said.
“Why is that?” Marilyn asked curiously.
“Because after that, I think everything else in my life is
going to be anticlimactic.” Alex laughed.
Marilyn laughed and kissed her lover lightly. “I guess I did
get a little carried away.” she said.
“A little..?” Alex repeated.
“Tell you what,” Marilyn said. “We have all night, why don’t
we try it again ... this time at a slower speed?”
The look that suddenly appeared on Alex's face in response
to Marilyn's suggestion seemed so strange that she had to inquire
what was she thinking.
"It's something the matter?" she asked in a concerned
voice.
"Nothing really," Alex said, her tone saying exactly the
opposite. "It just hit me that it's been a long time since I really
felt like I had a place to call home. What we just shared made me
realize how very much I miss that feeling."
"My dear sweet, Alexandra," Marilyn said softly as she
kissed the top of her forehead. "You are such a treasure. Do you
really think that now having found you that I'm going to let you go
so easily. Trust me, as long as you want it, you have a home right
here.
The wide smile on Alex's face grew ever brighter as she
closed her eyes and kissed her love one more time. From this
moment on, her wanderings were over and life began anew.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 2000
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