Scarlett’s Cove
by Ann Douglas
“Could you at least smile and pretend that you’re having a
good time?” Arlene Taylor leaned over and whispered to her
companion across the table. “It’s only our first night here and
people are already beginning to stare.”
The slightly morose expression on her friend’s face faded to
be replaced by the sought after smile. In the same quiet voice she
answered her dinner partner.
“I am enjoying myself.” Jeanette Randolph replied. “I was
just thinking how much this little trip is costing you.”
“That’s right, costing me, not you.” the 37 year old blonde
quickly agreed. “I wanted you to come along and have a chance to
unwind. Get a little crazy. Have some fun for a change.”
“I have fun.” said the 34 year brunette.
“Sitting at home night after night making up new lesson plans
isn’t what I’m talking about.” Arlene said in a corrective tone.
“That’s why I wanted to get you away from all that.”
“Well that you certainly did.” Jeanette finally agreed.
It was something of an understatement. Actually, the small
dinner table they were sitting at was in the near center of a large
dinning hall. The hall was the main room of an 72 year old mansion
that had housed four generations of her owners. The house itself
was on the far edge of a tropical resort that could easily
accommodated five hundred guests in delightful style. Finally, the
resort was situated on the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean
island of San Cristobal, some three thousand miles from the two
women’s home in upstate New York.
The resort was known world wide as Scarlett’s Cove and it
catered to small, select clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby
Club Meds, its purpose was much the same. The one major
difference was self evident as Jeanette again glanced around the
large room. It was a resort for women only, specifically lesbian
and bisexual women.
This of course was no problem for either Jeanette or
Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been aware of her preference for
women since she was 16 years old. It was not however a
preference she had ever been comfortable with expressing
publicly. Even today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake couldn’t
escape the fear that someone would see her in such a place.
On the other hand, Arlene’s attraction to her own sex had
only developed rather recently. Up until two years ago, she had
been married to a rather successful and influential member of the
community. It was almost ten years into their marriage that she
discovered that her husband had a long history of extra-marital
encounters. When confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she
didn’t like it, well then she knew where the door was. Any real love
for each other had faded half way through their marriage when it
was evident that she wouldn’t be presenting the Taylor Dynasty
with an heir.
Unable to turn to any of her so called friends who cared
more about social standing than anything else, Arlene had drifted
into an affair with a woman she met at the local health club. To
her immense delight, she discovered that sleeping with another
woman brought out in her a passion that was never evident in her
relations with Collin or prior lovers. The affair hadn’t lasted long,
but it had changed the course of her life.
After a few months, she had finally gotten the courage to
seek a divorce from Collin. Arlene realized all too well that despite
his history of infidelity, Collin still held all the cards. If ever
knowledge of her own lesbian affair came out in a court hearing,
she could be left with nothing. It wasn’t fair but it was the way it
was.
Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most considerate thing
he’d ever done in the fourteen years they’d know each other. The
45 year old businessman suffered a massive coronary one Friday
afternoon while humping one of his new 20 year old secretaries.
While she never really wanted Collin dead, just out of her life, the
now widowed woman was more than willing to take her freedom
anyway she could. And if nothing else, she could take some small
comfort knowing that Collin had left this life doing something that
he enjoyed.
Since neither had actually initiated divorce proceedings,
Arlene had inherited the bulk of the Taylor Estate. It wasn’t
considered good manners in polite company to discuss just how
large that estate was, but it turned out to be much more than
Arlene knew. Secure in her financial future, she had set out to
enjoy her life.
At a charity function at the local high school, Arlene had
rekindled an old friendship with Jeanette. They had been close
friends during their last two years at Washington High, despite
the difference in their ages. Quickly reestablishing the
confidences they once shared, Arlene had confessed her new
sexual preference.
She was greatly surprised when Jeanette responded that
she’d been aware of the delights of lesbian sex since the days of
their first friendship. In another reality, the two women might
have now become lovers in a passionate but brief affair. But in the
here and now, Jeanette was involved in a relationship now going
into it’s fourth year and not the type for casual infidelity. Arlene,
on the other hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and casual
encounters. So the two women had become even closer friends
instead.
“I still can’t get over this place.” Jeanette said as she
finished her panorama of the room. “Who ever came up with this
place?”
Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett’s Cove until they
switched planes in Jamaica and Arlene sprung it on her. Originally
she’d thought they were going to Jamaica.
“Take a look at the painting over on that wall.” Arlene said in
response as she pointed to a large portrait hanging over a
fireplace.
Jeanette followed her friend’s direction until she focused
on the image. The young woman in the painting appeared to be in
her mid-twenties. Long flaming red hair that stretched down to
her waist was the first thing you noticed, framing a creamy white
complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. The
gown she wore was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just
as soft white as her face.
“That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy.” Arlene said. “And this
house and just about everything around it for twenty miles belongs
to the McMurphy family. Back in the twenties, her grandfather
came to the Caribbean to seek his fortune and like so many others,
he found it. Unlike most of the families that established
incredibly profitable enterprises on the islands, Sean McMurphy
was a man of conscience. From the very beginning, he put part of
every dollar he made here back into the island. He built the first
hospital, then the school. His son continued the tradition, sending
the best and the brightest of the island’s young men and women
off to colleges in the States. By the time most of the Caribbean
Republics had degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40’s and
50’s, San Cristobal was the jewel in the lake with a healthy, well
educated population.”
Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree in history
yet had never heard of this island until yesterday.
“That’s just to give you a little broad background.” Arlene
continued. “The story of Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when
she was born right here in this house. Her grandfather was so
taken by her that first time he looked at his newborn heir that he
immediately christened this cove - Scarlett’s Cove. Back in those
days, few people said no to Sean McMurphy.”
“But what’s that got to do with this resort?” Jeanette
inquired.
“Patience, I’m getting to that.” the older woman continued.
“Michael McMurphy only had two other children, an older son, Sean
Michael and a younger daughter, Mary. Sean died in combat during
World War II, so Scarlett was now the oldest and heir apparent.
By the early fifties, Scarlett had already attended some of the
best schools in the world and took control of the day to day
operations of the family business.
While it quickly became obvious that she had inherited both
her father and grandfather’s business sense, it was also apparent
that she had a spirit that really didn’t fit into the somewhat
conservative 1950’s. Even more so, it was noticed more and more
that she spent most of her time in the company of other young
women and there was a definite lack of male companionship in her
life. This wasn’t for lack of offers, as you can see from that
portrait she was a beauty. Rumors began to circulate, but not too
loudly and definitely not within earshot of “Big Mike” McMurphy.
A story went around that some cheap tabloid was going to
do a story about Scarlett that all but called her a dyke in print.
Legend has it that some friend’s of “Big Mike” visited the owner of
that magazine late one night. No one really knows what really
happened but the story never saw print and the company went out
of business within six months.
Scarlett continued to run the family business until the mid
seventies when she suddenly turned control over to her two
nephews, the sons of her sister, Mary and retired to the island. A
year later she opened Scarlett’s Cove. A place where women like
her could come and be themselves for a week or two, away from a
prying world.”
“That’s incredible.” Jeanette said. “She must’ve led one
interesting life. “
“Led?” Arlene asked. “Sweetheart, she still runs the place.”
Arlene didn’t answer, she just turned her had back to the
nearby portrait and took another long hard look.
Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly stopped when
she saw a familiar face. It wasn’t that she knew the woman
personally, but her beautiful face was recognizable the world over
- Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She again leaned over to
Arlene and quietly pointed her out.
“I know.” she whispered back. “This is my third trip here
and you’d be surprised who I’ve seen here. That’s the beauty of it
all, no one ever talks about this place.”
Arlene then recounted that last year a reporter from one of
those supermarket tabloids had come to the island and had
somehow gotten pictures of a senator’s wife who was also here.
The senator was planning a go for the presidency this year. All it
took was a simple phone call to the editor of that magazine, who
incidentally had also been a guest at one time, and the story simply
disappeared.
Arlene then delighted in pointing out two more celebrities
that Jeanette had missed. One was C. K. Lane, another popular
singer who was no surprise since she had long ago publicly declared
her lesbianism. The second was a great surprise as Arlene pointed
out Bonnie Cheng, the nationally known news anchor. Jeanette
never would have guessed.
“Can I get you ladies anything else?” a sweet voice said from
behind Jeanette. “Some dessert, perhaps?”
The schoolteacher turned about to find a young island
woman standing at her shoulder. Richly tanned olive skin gave her
a exotic look which was only added to by her long black hair. What
set her apart from many of the woman here was that she was
topless. All she wore was a piece of white material wrapped around
her waist like a skirt.
Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of the guests
practiced it outside of the beaches. Jeanette couldn’t help but
admire the dark nipples only a few inches from her face. Arlene
had explained to her that none of the employees were under any
obligation to fraternize with the guests, but at the same time
there were no rules against it if they wanted to. Money never
entered the picture because none of the guests carried any and
any employee that tried to solicit it was immediately fired.
“No, not right now.” Arlene said as she gave the young
woman a broad smile. “Maybe later..... Mae.” she added as she
read the girl’s name off the small plastic name clip she used to
keep the makeshift skirt in place.
Mae gave a similar smile in reply that suggested that
dessert was definitely a possibility.
“You’re incorrigible.” Jeanette noted with a laugh, ignoring
the fact that she was looking at the young woman just as
admirably.
“This is true.” Arlene smiled back. “So it’s a good thing I
don’t have your job.”
“How so?”
“Oh come on now.” came Arlene’s reply in a tone that was
half serious. “Every day you have a class full of sweet young things
hanging on your every word. Just by the law of averages, a few of
them have to be interested in, how shall we put it, a little
extracurricular exploration in alternate lifestyles. Don’t tell me
you haven’t at least fantasized about it? Especially when the
weather turns warm and so much clothing comes off.”
“I’ve learned to keep my personal and professional life
separate.” Jeanette said in a flat voice.
“I think I’ve hit a nerve.” Arlene shot right back.”
Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black woman stepped to
the small stage podium at the front of the hall and picked up the
microphone.
“If I can have your attention, Ladies.” she began with a
chipped British accent. “The auction is going to begin in about 15
minutes so if you could just finish up so the kitchen girls can clear
the tables.”
The announcement brought a fresh murmur of voices across
the room. There was obvious excitement in the air. Jeanette
forgot her previous thought and instead asked Arlene what this
was all about.
“Well it’s pretty simple.” she began. “Ever see one of those
charity bachelor or bachelorette auctions, you know where they
auction off dates.”
Arlene nodded agreement.
“Well, basically its the same thing. We don’t carry money of
course, but anyone who want to participate can and then settle up
when they check out. The money goes to the college scholarship
fund and it’s all really a lot of fun.”
“You’ve done this before.” Jeanette asked.
“Last time I was here.” came the reply with pride. “I went
for $450, pretty impressive if I say so myself.”
“You never cease to amaze me.” Jeanette said.
“I never cease to amaze myself.” came the reply.
A small commotion at the large entrance to the hall suddenly
drew everyone’s attention. At an unseen signal, two tall woman
standing by the wide double door pulled them open.
“If you were really fascinated by that story about Scarlett
McMurphy, then here’s your chance to meet her.” Arlene said as
she spotted a familiar procession.
Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of women moved
across the room. The crowd parted in front of them as they
moved and to both women’s delight their path would take them
right by their table.
About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of
the way, giving Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at Scarlett
McMurphy. She was tall, 5’10”, something that was impossible to
judge in the painting. Her long red locks were long gone, replaced
by short but full white hair that had been woven into an artistic
hairstyle. Her stride was still that of a powerful, confident
woman. Of course her body no longer resembled the full figured
20 year old of her portrait, but it still wasn’t that of a 68 year old
woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age she wouldn’t have gone
past mid-fifties. Round gold rimmed glasses framed bright green
eyes that had lost none of the fire or intelligence of her younger
days.
It was only when they were a few feet apart that Jeanette
realized that they were stopping at her table.
“It’s so good to see you again, Arlene dear.” Scarlett said.
“You must find time to stop by my office tomorrow afternoon and
we can discuss the new school.”
“Of course.” Arlene replied.
While aware that Arlene regularly spent a large portion of
the fortune she’s inherited on schools and such, she never knew
her interest extended this far. At the moment, she was more
interested in the two young women who accompanied Scarlett.
Both wore outfits identical to the waitress from earlier and both
were as amply endowed. What set them apart was that neither
was a native. One was tall, blonde and blue eyed, the other
Hispanic and brown skinned. Both appeared to be in their early
twenties.
Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade them to have
fun and continued onto the stage. Once they were out of earshot
Jeanette mentioned the two young women and asked of they were
some sort of honor guard.
“In a way,” Arlene answered. “They’re her bedmates for
this week.”
“What?”
“From what I understand, Scarlett’s slept with two women a
night since she was 30 years old. It’s considered a great honor,
I’ve heard the waiting list is almost six months long.”
As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their place on the
stage, the auction began. The first contestant was a pretty young
blonde in her twenties. She went quickly for $300 dollars.
Next up was an older woman who Jeanette guessed to be in
her early 40’s. The schoolteacher quietly remarked that the
woman had a lot more guts than she did, getting up there in front
of everyone like that. Surprisingly she went for only forty dollars
less than the young blonde.
As the next participant walked up to the stage, Jeanette
jumped up in her seat. The resemblance was uncanny. It took both
a second and third look for her to finally conclude that the Asian
girl wasn’t who she’d first thought she was.
Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back and forth on
the stage, Jeanette listened as the bidding went on. A bid of
$200 was quickly replaced by one of $250 and that in turn by
$300. The young woman was beautiful, there was no disputing
that. In the brief time it took her to acknowledge that, the
bidding had passed $350. If she had both the nerve and the
money, Jeanette would tempted to bid on her.
Then with a smile and a laugh, the young woman who’s name
the auctioneer had announced was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the
small sarong she’d been wearing and now pranced in the nude. The
bidding immediately shot to $500.
Watching her little dance, Jeanette’s mind began to wander
to a time just a little less than a year ago and to the woman Keiko
reminded her of so.
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“Emi, I’m home.” Jeanette called out as she closed the
apartment door behind her. “You wouldn’t believe the stunt my
class tried to pull on me today, it was old when I was a junior.”
The sound of running water from the bathroom sink told her
that it would be a minute or two before Emi was out. Picking up
the mail from the small table by the door, she began to flip
through it as she stepped into the small living room.
“Bills, bills, junk mail.” she mused as she dropped onto the
well worn couch and tossed them onto the coffee table one by one.
“Were does it all go?” she asked herself.
Sometimes it seemed that they were just getting by. She
made a decent salary as a teacher, especially since she’d gotten
tenure and Emi was doing OK as a teaching assistant. She’d do even
better once she finished up those last few credits she needed for
her teaching certificate.
Emi and Jeanette had been together for almost 5 years now
and it had been with the 25 year old Japanese woman that she’d
found contentment. It seemed like every day brought something
new and exciting.
“San Padre School District, San Padre, California. ” she
read off the return address of a long white envelope that was
addressed to Emi. “I wonder what this was?” she mused as she
looked into the empty envelope.
The brunette didn’t hear the soft footsteps of her
roommate/lover as she came up behind her. She suddenly felt a
pair of familiar hands on her breasts and she arced her head back
to meet Emi’s kiss. The pressure of the younger woman’s lips
against her own was enough to bring a pleasing tingle between her
legs.
“Hi babe,” she said as they broke the kiss.
“Hi lover,” Emi said as the short haired woman swung her
body over the arm of the sofa and landed right on Jeanette’s lap.
“I missed you.”
Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing her tongue
against Jeanette’s. The kiss lasted a long time, followed by a
second and third.
“My you’re in a playful mood.” Jeanette grinned. “What’s
brought this on?”
“I missed you that’s all.” Emi whispered into Jeanette’s ear,
kissing it as well. “And I’ve been wanting to give you something all
afternoon.”
Emi again cupped Jeanette’s firm breasts and squeezed
them gently, massaging them. She could fell the large pink nipples
begin to stiffen under the plain white bra her lover wore under her
conservative school attire. She again kissed Jeanette lightly.
“Nice.” she asked.
“Nice.” Jeanette agreed.
Soft fingers quickly moved down the starched white blouse
the teacher wore, undoing buttons as they went. As it fell open,
Emi slid her hand alongside the smooth skin of Jeanette’s stomach
and then up under the elastic strap of her bra.
“Emi....” Jeanette moaned softly.
“Shhh,” Emi replied, touching her love’s lips with an
outstretched finger. “Just lay back and relax, I’m going to take
care of everything.”
A practiced touch undid the front clasp of her bra, freeing
access to the large soft mounds beneath. Emi took the erect pink
nipples between her fingers and tweaked them. Then she leaned
forward and kissed each one, lightly caressing the tip of each with
her tongue.
The short haired oriental took a step back off the couch and
pulled her oversized blue T-shirt up over her head. The shirt had
been all she was wearing. Bringing her hands to her chest, she
briefly stroked the small round orbs that protruded there. Her
small nipples were a dark brown but the nipples no less erect.
Between her legs was a tiny black triangle, almost the only
hair on her entire body. Although 25 years old, the woman still
had the body of a teenage girl or as Jeanette had remarked many
times - a wood nymph.
Emi returned her attention to Jeanette and eased her down
onto the couch. Her mouth now sought out her breasts and began
to suck on them. Her roving tongue covering them with wetness.
Jeanette shivered at the touch of Emi's lips on her smooth flesh
as her tongue once more teased Jeanette's large nipples. Each lick
bringing them to a new hardness. Then her lips closed on them and
every bite and nibble sent waves through Jeanette, causing her
to emit soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Emi.
Emi reached down between Jeanette's legs and under her
skirt, tracing her finger against the panty covered outline of her
mound. Then she pushed aside the thin material, ripping it in the
process and moved to the center of the mound rubbing against it.
As her soft finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she
slowing slid it between the folds. A louder gasp escaped
Jeanette's lips as Emi slid the finger in and out, soon following it
with a second.
Emi licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head
down Jeanette's stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way, pausing
only long enough to pull the short blue skirt up around her waist.
Lower and lower she kissed her way until she reached the edge of
Jeanette's wetness. Then the dark haired woman kissed one
thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Jeanette's
ecstasy.
"Oh yes....Jeanette said as she reached down and guided
Emi's head. "It feels so good...."
The smell of Jeanette's crotch made Emi lightheaded, she'd
waited all day for this. She reached out and parted the wet lips
with her fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving it deep
inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, a taste she
knew would be hard to do without.
"Oh God, Emi," Jeanette said as her body jumped at the
touch. "I can’t remember that last time it felt so wonderful."
Encouraged, Emi moved her pulsating mouth closer and
sought out Jeanette's clit. She alternated between her finger and
her tongue, driving Jeanette wilder with each stroke. A rhythm
quickly developed as Jeanette reached down and held her younger
lover’s head between her legs, then lurched forward with each
movement of Emi’s tongue.
Unable to use her hands any longer, Emi reached behind and
grabbed Jeanette's ass cheeks. Never missing a beat, she slid a
cum lubricated finger into her anus. Jeanette let out a loud moan
as she felt it penetrate. Then Emi withdrew the finger and
reinserted it, finger fucking her ass.
Jeanette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing
climax. Emi could taste the increase in girljuice and opened her
mouth while at the same time she drove it deeper.
The small Japanese woman was soon rewarded with a gusher
of girljuice, so much that her face was soon covered with it. She
held Jeanette tight as the teacher screamed out loud and trashed
about it ecstasy. It’d been a long time since she'd had a sexual
release of this magnitude.
Emi continued to lick Jeanette's pussy and slowly finger
fuck her ass, stopping only when her lover finally laid still. She
then withdrew her finger but continued to lick between her legs,
but softly now, taking the time to clean her thighs of delicious
girlcum.
"That was wonderful." Jeanette said in a breathless voice.
"I feel so alive....so exhilarated."
"I'm glad," Emi said as she brought herself up to a sitting
position. "I've wanted to do that for so very long."
Jeanette reached out and pulled Emi close to her. She
kissed her, tasting her own cum in Emi's mouth. She found it
intoxicating. She continued to kiss her for several minutes, licking
droplets of sweet girljuice from her face.
"I love you Emi," She whispered as she kissed her softy. "I
want every day to be just like this one."
So lost had Jeanette been in the euphoric afterglow of
their encounter, she failed to notice the way Emi’s body had
shuddered when she had said that.
It wasn’t until the next day that Emi mentioned the empty
envelope Jeanette had found the day before. She’d been offered
a job in California. The San Padre School District was more
interested in the fact that she was proficient in both Japanese
and English than the fact that she was still a few credits shy of
her certificate. They were in such desperate need of teachers
with that ability, due to the influx of new Japanese families in the
area, that they were offering her a full teachers salary while she
worked as an assistant. In addition, they’d give her time off to
finish school. The offer was just too good to pass up. She’d never
get another chance like this one.
Emi had suggested that Jeanette come with her and try and
get a teaching job out there as well. At least that way they’d be
together. But she knew Jeanette wouldn’t go. Her life was here,
she just couldn’t leave it all and start over.
Emi had moved out that Monday. Over the intervening
weekend they hadn’t made love again. Over the next few months
they’d spoken to each other on the phone a few times and
exchanged letters as well. Then in March had come the letter that
said she had met another woman. Jeanette had stopped writing
after that.
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Absorbed in her memories, Jeanette didn’t hear the British
born auctioneer announce the winning bid of $950 for Keiko’s
company. In fact, it wasn’t until the dark skinned mistress of
ceremonies announced the next contestants name a third time that
she finally heard it. And even then she knew that there had been
some kind of mistake.
“Jeanette Randolph.” she repeated again over the address
system.
“There has to be some kind of mistake.” she said, turning to
Arlene.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” her friend said, her grin spread
ear to ear. “I entered you in the auction.”
“You what!” Jeanette exclaimed.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Arlene enjoined.
“I can’t do this.”
“Of course you can.” Arlene insisted. “Just go up there and
have a little fun. God knows you can use it. Who knows you might
get lucky.”
“I can’t go up there, it’s too embarrassing.” the brunette
went on. “What if no one bids on me?”
“You’re selling yourself short.” said Arlene. “Even so, I’ll bid
on you and I already asked a friend to bid on you too and I’ll pay
her back. Even if no one else bids, which I doubt, we’ll make sure
you get a respectable bid. Now go have fun!”
“Jeanette Randolph.” came the fourth and final call. “Are
you out there Jeanette?”
Hesitantly, she rose to her feet and stepped forward. A
round of applause followed her. As she got halfway there she
paused and looked back at Arlene. She was leading the applause.
“Are you nervous?” the announcer asked as she took her
place on the stage.
“Yes.” she said awkwardly.
“Well don’t worry, just have fun.” the dark woman said.
“And remember, it’s for the kids.”
“Ladies, before I take the first bid, I just want to take a
moment to acknowledge Jeanette’s courage in coming up here.” the
announcer said into her mike. “Up until we called her name, she
didn’t know her friend had entered her in the auction.”
That brought another round of applause, ended only when
she called for the first bid.
“$100.” Arlene called out.
“$125.” called out her friend, Kate.
“$150.” called out a third woman.
“$200.” Arlene bid as she smiled, glad that at least someone
else was bidding.
“$250.” came a bid from a new voice.
“$300.” shouted a voice familiar to Arlene.
What Arlene didn’t tell Jeanette was that she had more
than one ringer in the bidding. Even before they had come down to
the island, Arlene had found someone who she believed would be
the perfect match for her friend. In the ten months since Emi
had left, Jeanette hadn’t gone out on a single date. In fact, her
only sexual release had been her own left hand and the half dozen
occasions when they’d slept together. Sex with Jeanette had been
truly great, there was no denying that. But it was the mark of an
enduring friendship that made Arlene want something more for
her friend. She had set up this whole trip to get her together
with Diane.
“$350.” Arlene bid.
The plan was for the three of them to drive the price up to
$450, the price that she had told Jeanette that she had been sold
at and them have Diane bid $50 more.
“$400.” called out Kate.
“$450.” Arlene countered.
There was a long moment of silence and then Diane called
out.
“$500.”
“Well I guess that’s it.” Arlene said to herself in a pleased
voice.
“$600.” called the voice of the woman who had first bid
$150.
Diane looked over to Arlene who was trying to see past the
crowd for the unseen bidder. The bid was too high for her to
continue without it seeming suspicious to Jeanette. She nodded to
Diane to keep bidding.
“$650.” Diane waved.
“$800.” came the other voice.
“I don’t know who that woman is,” Arlene thought, “but she’s
screwing up all my plans.”
Catching Diane’s eye, Arlene held up her index finger. That
should knock the mystery woman out of the bidding.
“$1,000.” Diane shouted as a murmur filled the room.
The echo of her bid didn’t even have time to fade before it
was superseded.
“$2,000” called out her rival. “And I’ll match any bid after
that.”
Dead silence gripped the room. People shifted position and
Diane lost sight of Arlene. Without specific instructions, there
was no way she was going to top that bid.
“Anyone else?” the amazed auctioneer asked as the still
calm continued. “Going once, .........going twice......Sold!”
The room erupted in a thunderous applause.
“I thank you and the Sean McMurphy Memorial Fund thanks
you.” she added.
It took a few minutes for the room to calm down and the
next contestant to make her way to the stage. Jeanette was
stunned by what had happened. How could Arlene have done this
to her? How could she have embarrassed her so?
“Well I hope you’re happy?” she said with a trace of anger
in her voice as she got back to the table. “You just had to put in
the winning bid didn’t you. Couldn’t resist showing how much money
you could bid!”
“What are you talking about?” Arlene said.
“The winning bid, you just had to drive it all the way up.”
“Well, I have news for you, girlfriend” Arlene replied,
realizing now that Jeanette couldn’t tell who was bidding what
from up on stage. “That wasn’t my bid and it didn’t come from
anyone I know either.”
“What?” Jeanette said in astonishment. “Are you telling me
that was for real? That someone actually bid that much money for
me?!?!”
‘You got it!”
With that, Jeanette fell back into her chair in shock.
“Excuse me.” said Mae who had suddenly appeared at their
table.
“Yes.” Arlene said, again returning the young woman’s smile.
“The lady who put the winning bid on Ms. Randolph here said
she had to leave suddenly.” the young girl said. “But she asked me
to give you this.”
Jeanette hesitated a moment before taking the offered
note. Carefully she unfolded the small paper and read the
carefully printed words.
“What does it say?” Arlene asked.
“It says, please meet me by the waterfall pool at 11:00.”
Jeanette read. “It’s simply signed E.”
“Are you going to go?” asked Arlene.
“How can I not, the woman paid $2,000 to meet me.”
Jeanette said as she folded the paper back into a square. “I have
to go if only to find out why?”
“Do you want me to go with you?” Arlene suggested.
“No, I’ll be OK. Besides, I’m sure you have other plans.” she
added as she looked again at Mae.
“It’s just like any other blind date.” Jeanette said to
herself as she walked along the shoreline. “Except that I haven’t
been on a date in seven years and never a blind one.”
The warm evening had given way to a equally warm night and
a clear sky revealed a ebony blanket sprinkled with stars. If
nothing else, this place was certainly romantic. In the distance,
Jeanette could hear the music of the disco still going strong. It
would go on that way until 1 am.
Checking her watch, Jeanette saw that it was quarter after
ten, she had plenty of time to walk over to the falls. She took a
look at herself in the water’s reflection. Smiling, she had to admit
that the image was still as physically attractive as a few years
before. It was only her self-image that had suffered, and that
was mostly in the last nine months.
“Damn it, Arlene is right.” she said to the gentle breeze.
“I’ve got to put Emi behind me and get on with my life.”
Undoing the top two buttons of her blouse, the brunette
opened it up enough to give a view of her ample braless breasts.
Might as well make a good impression she laughed.
“Wearing my blouse like this, I really should wear my
locket.” Jeanette thought. It was originally her grandmother’s
and she had always worn it for luck. “If I hurry, I could stop by
the room and pick it up.”
The area around the small living rooms was pretty deserted,
most of the guests were still out having fun. The quarters Arlene
and her shared were on the second floor and she quickly moved up
the outside stairs. Once in the small three room apartment, she
quickly got her locket and was already on the way out when she
heard a noise from Arlene’s room. Curious, she decided to take a
quick peek.
The scene that greeted her wasn’t unexpected but it still
surprised her. She’d seen Arlene nude a good many times, after all
they’d been occasional lovers. Yet the sudden sight of her with
another woman was incredibly exciting.
Arlene was on her knees with her back to the door.
Standing above her, equally nude with her arms and legs spread
wide was Mae. Her old friend had her face pressed hard against
the young woman’s pussy. After having been on the receiving end
more than a few times, Jeanette didn’t need either the look of
rapture on Mae’s face or the soft moans she was uttering to know
how enjoyable Arlene’s darting tongue could be.
Jeanette had never really been interested in voyeurism but
found the scene fascinating. If she didn’t have a pressing
appointment, she’d be tempted to stay and watch. As sexually
charged as she felt as this moment, she might even have thought
about joining in.
Quickly and as quietly as she could, Jeanette backed out of
the room. Reaching the top of the stairs, she paused and looked
back.
“Have fun, love.” she whispered.
11:00 came quick enough and Jeanette stood at the edge of
the waterfall pool. She hadn’t felt this nervous since she was 16. A
minute went by, then two and three. Then suddenly a voice from
behind.
“I’m sorry I’m late.” said a soft voice from the shadows.
Jeanette turned to the sound of the voice but couldn’t make
out the speaker. It was another few seconds before she stepped
out of the shadows and into the light of the nearby torches.
“Hi Jeanette.” the blonde woman said, a warm friendly smile
on her face.
The woman was an inch or two shorter than Jeanette, as well
as about 8 or 9 years younger. She had a slim tanned body,
graphically illustrated by the same loose skirt Mae had work. The
only difference was that she wore a bikini top which barely
contained a 36c chest. Jeanette didn’t recognize the woman but
something about her seemed familiar.
“It’s nice to see you again.” the woman said.
“Again?” the older woman asked. “You mean again after the
auction, right?”
“Well, that too.” she replied. “But I was thinking more of a
long time ago.”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.” Jeanette said. “Are you
sure you don’t have me mixed up with someone else.”
“I don’t think so.” she said as she came closer. “Jeanette
Ann Randolph, you teach history at Washington High School in
Arrow Lake, NY and you’ve been there for the last 11 years.”
“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” Jeanette’s mind raced. It was
her worst nightmare come true. Someone who knew her from back
home.
“Relax, I’m a friend.” the woman added when she saw the
sudden look of panic on the teacher’s face.
“Who are you?’ Jeanette demanded. “This isn’t longer funny
any longer.”
“Do you remember Elaine Gluszczak?” she asked.
“Elaine Gluszczak...” Jeanette repeated as she rolled the
name over in her mind. “Just wait a second, I know that name.”
It took a little while for her to make the connection, then it
came like a bursting dam.
“6 years ago, honors history.” Jeanette said triumphantly.
“I remember her now, very intelligent young girl. If I remember
right she went to MIT on a scholarship.”
“You still have a good memory.” she replied.
“I still don’t get it, are you a friend or relative?” Jeanette
asked.
“Good on memory, short on deductive reasoning.” the woman
laughed. “I am Elaine.”
“You’re Elaine?” the teacher said in disbelief.
“Yes, I’m Elaine.” she said, now only a foot away.
“Elaine I apologize, but I really didn’t recognize you.”
“Few people who knew me back then would.” Elaine laughed
again. “Not unless I put back my glasses and then also put back on
an extra 60 or 70 pounds.”
The mental picture of the younger Elaine abruptly filled
Jeanette’s mind. She was a short plump girl with few friends but a
brilliant mind. Jeanette had made it her business to become her
friend and help her explore the potential of her mind. She hadn’t
really thought of Elaine in years, there’d been so many students
since. Yet at the time she and the young girl had almost been as
close as Arlene and her had been in her younger days.
“Elaine, I don’t understand all this.” Jeanette said. “Why all
of this auction stuff, if you wanted to say hello why didn’t you just
come up to me and say hello.”
“I guess I wanted to make an impression.” she answered.
“But $2,000 to make an impression!” Jeanette said in
amazement. “If I recall you went to MIT on a scholarship, your
family was barely making ends meet.”
“That’s right, a scholarship you helped me get. But don’t
worry about the two grand, I was planning to donate five to the
scholarship fund anyway.”
“Five thousand?” Jeanette repeated. Despite her
friendship with Arlene, she still wasn’t used to dealing with sums
like that.
“Let me explain it quickly, have you ever heard of a company
called Startech?”
“That’s one of those software companies, isn’t it.” she
answered. “I read about it in one of those articles about the
Internet in Time.”
“That’s the one.” Elaine replied. “Well anyway, I formed that
company in my senior year at MIT along with two of my classmates.
When it went public last year, my share of the stock added up to
just a little under twelve million.”
“Well that certainly explains the how, but not the why.”
“That’s pretty simple too.” Elaine continued, her voice
wavering for the first time. “There were two things I never told
you back in high school. The first since I’m here at the resort
should be pretty obvious.”
Jeanette nodded in understanding.
“The other thing is that ever since I was 17, I was and I
guess still am, in love with you.”
There was a long pause before Jeanette could manage to say
a word. Even then, she simply said.
“We have to talk.”
Over the next half hour, Jeanette sat on one of the beach
benches and listened to Elaine’s tale. It was both the most
incredible and at the same time tragic story she had ever heard.
“After my first year at college, I came back to Arrow Lake
to see you.” Elaine continued. “All through high school I was
certain that you had in interest in women, but I never had the
nerve to find out. By the time I was 19 I’d found that nerve.”
Jeanette listened intently, it was like hearing a replay of her
own life.
I stopped by your house one day just before you got home
and waited outside. When your car finally pulled up and you got out,
I became certain about three things. The first was that yes, you
were a lesbian. The second was that the oriental girl you were
with was your lover. And finally, the last thing was “why would I
ever have thought that you or anyone else was ever going to be
interested in a fat ugly girl like me.”
“Elaine, the first two were definitely true.” Jeanette
interjected. “But never the third was never, ever true. If I never
realized your interest in me it was because of your age, never
because of what you might have looked like.”
“Well, true or not, I believed it. Thankfully I turned that
anger into a positive thing. I learned to spend as much time
developing my body as I did my mind. Not a bad result, huh.”
“No, not a bad result at all.” Jeanette said. “In fact, I think
you’re beautiful.”
“I’ve waited six years to hear you say that.” Elaine said. “It
was worth it.”
“So now what?’ the older woman asked.
“All of my life, I’ve been a great believer in the concept of
divergence points. That you have certain points in your life where
different elements come together and you can change your
destiny. If I hadn’t waited for you that afternoon and saw you and
your lover, I wouldn’t have started taking better care of my body.
If I hadn’t pulled over one night to help a couple of students
stranded with a flat tire, I wouldn’t have met John and Sally, my
partners at Startech. The key is to learn to recognize those
turning points.”
“And can you?”
“Not with certainly, but sometimes too many different
things come together to just be a coincidence. I was already
leaving the banquet hall when they called your name. When I heard
it, I was intrigued enough to come back in to see who also had that
name. I never expected it to actually be you. Then when I asked
one of the waitresses about the woman you were with and found
out that she was just your friend, I knew that I had an opportunity
to again change destiny. The rest you know .”
“Which leads us to where?”
“Well, if nothing else, it finally gives me the opportunity to
do this.” Elaine said.
With that, she pressed forward and kissed Jeanette on the
lips, bringing with that kiss, a half dozen years of unrequited love.
Elaine was prepared to have all it all end here, her hopes,
her dreams, a thousand nights of fantasy. All she wanted was this
moment.
The kiss was oh so very brief, but enough to give Jeanette
the option of continuing or pulling away. When it ended, Elaine
paused for a moment, then kissed her again.
Sensing no resistance, Elaine slid her tongue between her
lips and pressed it against Jeanette’s. Excitement ripped through
her as she felt the other woman’s lips part to admit it. When their
tongues met, a jolt of electricity passed between them.
More kisses followed, alternating between quick soft kisses
and long soulful ones. Their hands slid up and down each other’s
bodies, delighting with each other’s touch.
Softly rubbing her hand against the moist mound between
Jeanette's long legs, Elaine began to match the action of her
fingers with that of her tongue. Soft expressions of delight began
to issue from the older woman.
Taking the quiet moans as encouragement, Elaine reached up
with her other hand and undid the buttons of Jeanette’s blouse.
The small buttons quickly gave way, exposing the large pale pink
breasts beneath.
Jeanette sighed even louder as Elaine reached out and
placed her hands against her melon sized mounds. The nipples
were rock hard and the touch of her slender fingers sent shivers
through the older woman’s body. The younger woman
experimentally ran her fingers back and forth across them,
delighting in the sweet sounds emanating from her former
teacher’s throat.
Elaine reached back and pulled at the small bow that held
her bikini top in place. It instantly fell away, revealing firm round
globes as deeply tanned as the rest of her body. It only took
another touch to undo the clip that held the skirt. Even in the
moonlight it was apparent that Elaine made a habit of sunbathing
totally nude.
Elaine looked into her mentor’s eyes, quickly loosing herself
in their deepness. She couldn’t resist kissing Jeanette one more
time.
While their tongues slide back and forth, Elaine cupped
Jeanette's breasts. Then she bent down and replaced her hands
with her mouth. The caress of her warm mouth sent a string of
encouragement running from Jeanette’s lips. Her speech was so
low that Elaine couldn’t understand everything she was saying. The
tone however, was unmistakable. That and the slight pressure
against Elaine's head as she was again guided to the hard dark pink
nipples.
Elaine nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her
tongue in circles around the wide areola. Then she began a slow
journey downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of her
tongue as it moved down Jeanette's stomach and across her belly
button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious prize
below. Her fingers griped the elastic of Jeanette’s shorts and
pulled them around her ankles. Without conscious thought,
Jeanette stepped out of them.
Reaching the now thoroughly saturated panties, Elaine took a
moment to relish the aroma. An aroma she imagined on countless
lonely nights. She kissed each thigh, again and again, before
moving on to her prize.
Her fingers slid under the sides of the plain white pants,
gliding across the priceless pearl with a gentle reverence. She
kissed the object of her desire though the thin wet material, then
slowly eased off Jeanette’s panties.
It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a long loving
caress. She could feel Jeanette's body react to each stroke as
she ran her tongue across her clit over and over.
Jeanette began to buckle and spasm as Elaine increased the
intensity of her tongue's attack. She slid her free hand down
between her own legs and slid first one, then two and finally three
fingers within herself. She quickly matched the tempo of her
fingers to that of her tongue.
Sweat ran down the older woman’s body as she shook with
each new ecstatic jolt. She could feel the rising crest within her
and knew that her first orgasm in so many months was near.
Elaine darted her tongue in and out of Jeanette's tunnel of
love, causing the waves of pleasure cascading up and down the
older woman’s body to double. The harder Elaine moved her tongue,
the faster the waves repeated
Faster and faster the waves washed over Jeanette, each
bringing her closer to an explosion . Tears ran down her cheeks as
she tried to delay the fire within her so that she could enjoy
each second.
With a yell, the history teacher climaxed as she hadn’t
since that last night with Emi. Her body shook for endless
seconds as she took in every aspect of her rapture.
Elaine followed with her own much smaller orgasm seconds
later as her fingers covered with her wetness. A much softer cry
on her lips.
“Oh my dear God.” Jeanette panted as she collapsed
against Elaine’s kneeing form. “I’ve missed that so much.”
What she didn’t say as she hugged the younger woman was
that it was the fulfillment of her most forbidden sexual fantasy.
That of having a sexual encounter with one of her students.
Arlene had been so close to the mark earlier that evening it had
scared her. She was afraid to even talk about her fantasy.
Both women collapsed to the ground, entangled in each
other’s arms. Silently they laid there, caressing and kissing each
other's body. Finally, after what seemed an immeasurable span,
Jeanette lifted herself on top of Elaine and softly whispered.
“My turn.”
She hoped Elaine would forgive her for ignoring her
beautiful breasts, but she would make it up to her later. All she
wanted at this moment was to loose herself in the fragrant scent
of her womanhood.
Elaine seemed to sense this and reached down with her own
hands and spread her pussy lips apart. Without hesitation,
Jeanette dove in. She lapped at the young and sweet thing, moving
her tongue quickly and deeply into Elaine. Then she brought the
tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through Elaine's
shaking body.
Jeanette ran her tongue against Elaine’s clit again and again,
striking it with a feverish feeling that made her once forbidden
lover feverish too. Feverish with desire for more from this
talented woman’s tongue. .
Jeanette knew she was driving the tanned girl insane with
orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied Elaine as she sucked.
Her protege was feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing
her head back and forth on the sand.
Then in a burst of fire, Elaine began to come with sighs and
squeals. As she came she took her hands off her tits and put them
on the back of Jeanette’s dark hair, pressing her head deep into
her pussy, telling her dream lover not to stop until she had come
with all her fury.
And come she did. With an orgasmic fury that superseded
Jeanette’s explosion of only a short time before. Never have she
reached such a plateau with any previous lover. Not even in her
wildest dreams had she imagined it would be this wonderful.
Where Jeanette had shouted to the stars, Elaine simply
moaned in quiet satisfaction, the tone of her voice not reflective
of the bodyquake assaulting her. Behind her closed eyes, bursts of
starlight blotted out the heavens. As the ripples of passion began
to fade, her only fear was that it would never again been this good.
“Are you all right?” Jeanette finally asked when the young
woman failed to move after a few minutes.
“I have never felt so right.” Elaine said as she lifted herself
up into a sitting position.
“I thought we were going to talk about this.” Jeanette said
as she pulled up along her.
“I seem to remember you telling me once that actions speak
louder than words.” Elaine replied. “And if I really wanted
something, I should reach out and grab it.”
“I always knew my big mouth would get me in trouble some
day.” the teacher grinned.
“I hope we have this much trouble every night.” Elaine
added. “We have six more nights here.”
The statement hit Jeanette like a brick. The last few hours
she had been living in a fantasy world. She didn’t have Arlene’s
passion for casual flings. The thought that this had been one of
them now troubled her.
“And then we go back to our lives.” Jeanette said, a touch
of sadness in her voice.
“I guess so, but you never know what the future will bring.”
Elaine responded.
“If you say so.” Jeanette said, her elation already started
to pale in the light of reality.
“Remember what I said before, that I was a real believer
about divergence points and how some things just seem to fall in
place.”
“Yes.” Jeanette answered, feeling more let down with each
passing moment.
“Well you might have noticed that new building they’ve been
putting up about a half mile from your apartment complex in Arrow
Lake, the one by Lake Drive.”
“I’ve driven past it.” the now confused woman replied.
“Well I guess you’ve never looked at the sign in front.”
Jeanette just looked more confused.
“Future home of Startech” Elaine smiled. “I made the
decision to move back home months ago. See what I mean about
things coming together at the right place and the right time.”
“I....I don’t know what to say.” Jeanette said, her face
lighting up once more.
“Well, even after the building opens next month, I still have
to find a place to sleep. Think you can help me with that?”
“I think that together we could come up with something.’
Jeanette beamed, suddenly feeling a warm glow fill her heart - a
glow too long absent.”
“Good, now that we’ve got that settled, shut up and kiss me.
We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”
And in that moment, the student became the teacher, and
the teacher the student.
END
(c) Ann Douglas 1995
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