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	A Study In Scarlett
	by Ann Douglas
            (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Three

	Both young women stood and held each
other hand in hand, gazing deeply into each other's
eyes.  Scarlett could see her own emerald orbs
reflected in the deep blue of Alice's, as so many
other things were reflected within the taller girl's
body.  She pulled her body against her own and
held it as tight as she could, drawing on both the
warmth and strength she found in it.
	"I think I've fallen in love with you,"
Scarlett said as she held the taller woman.
	"I feel the same way,"  Alice replied as she
brushed Scarlett's long hair.
	"What are we going to do?"  Scarlett
asked. "You leave in two days."
	"We live those two days and not worry
about what happens after that."  Alice answered.
	"Oh Alice,"  Scarlett said as she kissed her
new found love once more.

	The two women continued to kiss and
fondle each other, removing bits of  clothing as
they went.  Scarlett took hold of the straps of
Alice's nightgown and slid them down her arms,
until the sheer black lace was bunched around the
brunette's waist.  Her small rounded breasts stood
exposed in the moonlight, the quarter dollar sized
dark areola drawing the attention of Scarlett's
eyes.  In the center of each circle stood small erect
tips the size of erasers.  Fingers outstretched, the
redheaded woman rubbed the tips of her fingers
against the small stubs, delighting in both their
hardness and the electric excitement just touching
them produced.
	"Oh yes,"  Alice said breathlessly as she
felt Scarlett press her fingers against her nipples.
	In turn, Alice ran her hand up along the
sides of Scarlett's chest, pulling back the still open
fold of the pajama tops.  Scarlett's breasts were
almost twice the size of Alice's, with bright pink
areola and thick nipples.  Alice pushed back on
the magenta shirt until it fell back and down to the
floor.  Before the material hit the wooden deck,
her hands were cradling the soft yet heavy globes.
	The older woman bent over and planted a
kiss on each nipple, rubbing her lips against the
warm, excited flesh and then her tongue against
the thick hardness.  The action caused Scarlett to
call out with joy.
	As a nurse, Alice was well aware of the
female body, and the sensitive spots it contained.
This was her first chance to explore those spots
and she approached the chance with unbridled
enthusiasm. She continued to kiss Scarlett's rich
mounds, running her hands all over the rest of her
exposed body as she did.
	Scarlett lifted Alice's face from her breasts,
letting her lips replace her nipples.  She kissed her
new love twice more on her lips, then dropped to
her smaller mounds.  She found them no less
delightful than her own.
	Scarlett continued to lovingly kiss her way
downward, pulling Alice's nightgown all the way
down.  When she reached the plain white panties
beneath it, she kissed the damp center, before
pulling them down as well.
	Alice's mound was large and very bushy,
the hair of which was as dark as that on her head.
With two outstretched fingers, Scarlett parted the
hair and pressed her lips against the brunette's
womanhood.  Her tongue pressed forward with an
almost religious fervor, sampling that which she
had only imagined on a hundred empty nights.
	Alice opened her lips to respond to the
warm wet embrace of her sexuality, but could only
managed an exhaled breath of  approval.  Despite
her previous sexual experience, it was the first
time she had ever been touched in quite that way.
Jack Fisher's interest in oral sex hadn't extended to
cunnilingus.
	Scarlett continued to gently explore Alice's
womanhood, alternating her explorations between
her tongue and her finger.  She slid her index
finger deep within the woman before her, both
stimulating the walls of her pussy and coating her
probe with the juices of her efforts.  Removing it,
she slid both her finger and the honey that covered
it to inside her own mouth.
	"Mmmmm."  Scarlett purred happily as
she savored the taste of another woman.   A kitten
presented with a saucer of warm milk couldn't
have expressed more satisfaction.
	The long haired redhead continued to lap
at her new ambrosial treat, as her hand slid up and
down Alice's legs and caressed the cheeks of her
ass.  She wanted to explore every inch of the
woman's body.
	Despite all of the quite expensive
schooling her family had arranged for her in her
life, none of those Institutions had a course in
lesbian lovemaking.  At least not an official one
anyway.  Following her eighteenth birthday,
Scarlett had sought to rectify that discrepancy.
	In order to further improve her fluency in
the French language, her father had arranged for
Scarlett to accompany him on a government trip
to Paris back in '46.  She hadn't been able to rid
herself of her embassy assigned chaperone long
enough to sample some of the unadvertised
attractions that had flourished in that city
throughout war, occupation and later liberation,
but she had managed to visit some of the more
interesting book stores.
	There, hidden among a score of French
language books, she had purchased what could
only be described as a very graphically illustrated
guide to the secrets of lesbian love.
	Scarlett had been very careful to hide the
forbidden book when they got back to their hotel.
She was sure her father would never understand.
How could he, when she herself didn't.
	Michael McMurphy loved his three
children as much as any man could, and only
wanted the very best for them.  But he was ill
equiped to deal with a daughter who began to
develop into a woman at a rate he found
disconcerting.
	 His wife, Diane, had died in childbirth,
giving him their third child, Mary. An old fashion
man in many ways, he tried to shield his oldest
daughter from what he believed would only be
premature male attention by enrolling her in one
of the finest all girl schools in the country.
	In was ironic that the absence of boys in
their everyday lives had the opposite effect on
many of the girls in the school, creating the very
situations "Big Mike" McMurphy was trying to
avoid.  What self control they might have on those
occasions when they got to be with young men
was quickly lost as long supressed hormones took
control.
 	Following a dance or sporting event that
usually involved one of the associated all boys
academies, many a normally reserved young lady
found herself in the Dean's office come Monday
morning, trying to explain how she came to be
discovered in a compromising position.
	It was during one of those weekend events
that Scarlett had made an astonishing discovery
about herself.  She had known for quite some time
that unlike most of her schoolmates, the sixteen
year old had no interest in the numerous young
men who vied for her attentions.
	 Nor did she enjoy the rather graphic late
night discussions of individual male anatomy that
usually followed each of those social events.  To
her bewilderment, Scarlett realized that she did
however have an ever increasing interest in certain
of her girlfriends and their own maturing anatomy.
	The book, now safety hidden away in her
luggage, had been her first chance to put names to
many of the things she thought about.

	On the way home, the hidden book had
caused her a few moments of apprehension when
a curious customs agent opened it when they went
through Idlewild International Airport in New
York.  The strange foreign text might have been
incomprehensible to the middle-aged woman, but
the meaning of the numerous drawings and
photographs were unmistakable.  To the young
woman's relief, the gray haired officer closed the
book without comment, except to say "Enjoy it
honey."  as she handed back her travel case.
	Scarlett had spent countless secret hours
pouring over that book in the last two years, to
the point where her near photographic memory
could recall every page in depth.  Now that the
opportunity had finally presented itself, the
twenty-year-old promised herself that she would
sample every lesson.
	Rising back to her feet, Scarlett wiggled
her way out of her pajama bottoms, adding them
to the pile of clothing now on the deck.  To
Alice's surprise and enjoyment, Scarlett wore no
underwear.  Unlike Alice's mound, the younger
woman's was almost bare, except for a small red
triangle of hair at the top.  Scarlett had never been
particularly hairy on any part of her body, and
what there was of it, she kept neatly trimmed.

	Scarlett and Alice stood naked in the
moonlight, the warm breeze off the water
caressing their skin.  Scarlett reached up and
stroked the side of Alice's face with her fingers, a
look of pure joy on her face.
	"I wish this  moment could last forever,"
Alice said, her heart lost in the endless depths of
Scarlett's eyes.
	"We'll make it last forever,"  Scarlett said
with all the intensity that young love could bring.

	Hand in hand, the two naked young
women raced through the house, up the stairs to
the master bedroom on the second floor.  Scarlett
threw open the large double windows, filling the
room with the light of the moon and stars beyond.
Then she took Alice's hand and drew her to the
large antique bed that dominated the room.  An
heirloom had been in her family over a hundred
years.  It only seemed fitting that it be the site of
her most sought after happiness.
	The carefully set sheets on the old bed
were quickly tossed aside as Scarlett and Alice
held each other tightly, rocking back and forth
with abandon. Eager hands and soft lips explored
the other's body as no one had ever done before.
A passion born of love's fire burned in both of
their hearts.
	"Alice, I love you so,"  Scarlett gasped as
she pressed her body on top the older woman and
buried her face between her breasts.
	One after the other, the crimson tressed
fury took Alice's mounds into her mouth, lavishing
on them all the loving attention she was capable
of.  Scarlett reveled in their softness, in the
hardness of her nipples.  Her tongue caressing
them again and again, each touch bringing endless
bliss.
	Alice ran her fingers through the long
stands of Scarlett's hair, guiding her to the most
sensitive parts of her body.  She now fully
understood the depths of the emptiness she'd felt
when she had laid with Jack.  A void now filled by
Scarlett's love.
	Scarlett took her mounds in hand and
pressed them against Alice's, rubbing their nipples
together.  The dark haired girl took Scarlett's
larger globes in her own hands and lifted them to
her  mouth, sampling her lover's charms as she had
just sampled hers.  Now it was Scarlett's turn to
close her eyes and enjoy the pleasing sensations.
	They rolled over in the bed, bringing Alice
to the top and allowing her greater access to the
body now beneath her.  Quickly she spread
Scarlett's smooth legs and brought her mouth to
the small red trimmed mound found there.  She
kissed the center, then each of the sides.  Finally,
she reached out with her tongue, driving it deep
within.
	"Ooooo,"  Scarlett moaned with
excitement.  "I always knew it would be like this."
	Spreading Scarlett's legs even further
apart, Alice began to bring even greater pleasure
to the beautiful young woman before her.  She
didn't need her nursing skills to locate her prize,
the small clitoris beneath the folds.  Alice found it
repeatedly, each time sending surges of orgasmic
ecstasy through Scarlett.
	"Yes, oh dear God, yes!" Scarlett cried out
to the night sky, losing herself to a building
eruption that she had only felt before by the touch
of her own hands.  Hands now gripping the
bedsheet with all of her might.
	Alice pressed harder, driving Scarlett
deeper and deeper into the abyss.  A chasm she
couldn't wait to plunge into.
	She didn't have long to wait as the demons
of desire took hold of Scarlett's quaking body and
hurled her over the precipice.  She grabbed the
back of Alice's head and wrapped her legs around
the brunette's back.  The explosion between those
legs left its residue across Alice's face.
	Finally, Scarlett released her tight hold on
Alice, allowing her to roll off and drop down
alongside her. She closed her eyes as she lay there,
savoring a moment that she wanted to remember
forever.
	"The book,"  Scarlett said, not realizing
she was speaking out loud, "didn't come anywhere
near describing how wonderful that was going to
be."
	"What?"  Alice said, not quite hearing
what her lover had said.
	"I love you,"  Scarlett said instead,
realizing her error.  "And now I want to show you
how much."

	In less time than it took to say it, Scarlett
found herself between Alice's legs, duplicating the
actions she had just enjoyed the benefit of.  Her
earlier brief taste of womanhood spurred her on as
she remembered the many nights she had done this
in her dreams.
	Scarlett could hear the laboring of Alice's
breath and feel the racing of her heart. The
softness of her skin against her cheek was an
aphrodisiac, causing her own heart to race as well.
	Remembering her lessons well, Scarlett
began with a touch, then a long loving caress.
Finally, she continued with a hard, repetitive
thrust.  Soon Alice's body began to react to each
loving stroke.
	Alice buckled and spasmed as Scarlett
increased the intensity of her attack.  Sweat ran
down her body as the brunette shook with each
new ecstatic jolt.  She could feel the rising crest of
her own orgasm building within her.
	Scarlett darted her tongue in and out of
Alice, causing the waves of pleasure cascading up
and down her to double. The harder and faster
Scarlett moved her tongue, the more intense the
waves grew.
        Faster and faster Scarlett went, each
move bringing Alice closer to climax. Tears ran
down the Nurse's cheeks as she tried to delay the
fire within her.
        In all her encounters with Jack Fisher,
Alice had only been to the mountaintop twice.
On both occasions, she had fallen short of the
summit. This time, as Scarlett had before her, the
twenty-six year old spread her arms and leapt
into the darkness, embracing its euphoric
embrace.

	Scarlett and Alice lay locked in each
other's embrace as the morning sun filled the
room.  They had made love twice more during the
night, each time more intense than the last.  As
they pressed against each other, their hearts now
beating in unison, they knew they would be
forever joined.  No matter the distance between
them, no matter the years, they would always
share a connection.  Regardless who else ever
came into their lives, each would always forever
occupy a special place in the other's soul.


	- Today -

	Two hundred eager young faces filled the
front rows of the auditorium as the graduating
class of the Nursing Academy awaited the keynote
speaker.  Normally, the speaker would be an
alumni of the school, or someone from the
medical community who would comment on the
career on which they were about to embark.
	This time, in honor of the school's 25th
anniversary, the speaker was going to be someone
associated with the founding of the school back in
1975.  The recently announced appearance of this
particular commencement guest had filled the hall
to standing room only.
	 At the time the school had been founded,
she had been the CEO and principle owner of the
far-reaching McMurphy Industries.  Although
long since retired from that long held position, she
still sat in the lead chair of the McMurphy
Foundation.  An organization, which, among other
concerns, regularly awarded out scholarships in
the memory of the woman whose name rested on
the academy's letterhead.
	"Ladies and Gentlemen, students and
honored guests,"  the tall Dean of Nursing said
as he stepped up the podium.  "It is my
great honor to introduce a woman, who by the
life she's led needs no introduction.  Her career
and accomplishments as a captain of industry
are only exceeded by her work in the humanities
and the arts. Please join me in welcome Ms.
Scarlett McMurphy."

	A thunderous ovation filled the large hall
as a tall white haired woman appeared from
behing the curtains and quickly moved to the
rostrum. Seventy-two years old, she moved with a
grace and ease which defied her years.  Her soft,
short white hair rested in a carefully crafted style
and her face still reflected the intelligence and
drive that had been the hallmarks of her long life.
To those close enough to see, her most noticeable
features were bright emerald eyes which peered
out from behind round gold rimmed glasses.  Eyes
which still sparked with fire and zeal.
	Scarlett paused until the applause died
down, then thanked everyone for their reception.
Once the sounds of welcome subsided, the
keynote speaker talked for a few minutes about
the school and their careers, exactly the sort of
speech most people expected.

	The white haired woman had been
speaking for a few minutes when she suddenly
paused.  She seemed to be thinking about
something for a few seconds, then seemed to
change her mind about her speech.
	"If you'll forgive an old woman,"  she said
with a touch of humor in her smile, "I think I'd
rather not give the speech I just started.  It's
nothing you haven't heard before, and I'm sure it's
nothing that you'll miss."
	A mixed chorus of laughter from the
graduates replied to her words.  In truth, they had
hoped to hear something more than the same old
speech.
	Scarlett turned to one of the two young
assistants who seemed to follow her everywhere.
In response to her whispered request, the young
blond haired woman reached into her attache case
and handed her boss a thin manila folder.  Scarlett
thanked her and then turned back to the audience.
	"What I'd really like to tell you about,"
The elegant woman continued in a strong clear
voice, "is a woman whose name you see on all the
walls around the school.  Her portrait hangs by
the main entrance and I'm sure most of you pass it
at least once a day."
	Scarlett paused for a moment and took
a sip from the glass of cold water her other
assistant, a short haired Asian girl, had put there
for her.
	"She started her career as an Army Nurse,
in a place few people had ever heard of, at least
until war broke out there a few years after she
arrived.  Aside from her duties in the military, she
also spent those years carrying for the children of
Korea, the innocents who are the most tragic
victims in any conflict.  It was a passion that
consumed her long after both the fighting and her
Army career were behind her.  I'm proud to say
that in her later years, I was in a position to help
with those efforts. "
	Scarlett paused again, wanting to see if she
had the audience's attention.  It only took a brief
moment to see that she did.
	"But even those deeds can be as easily
looked up as the dates of her life that are carved
beneath that portrait." she went on.  "No, what I
want to tell you about is the woman behind those
deeds.  The woman who, for twenty-six years,
was simply the most gracious lady it was ever my
honor to know.  A woman who knew how to
smile, and how to make others laugh.  And a
woman who taught me a definition of love that
few ever come to understand."
	Scarlett paused for a second drink, giving
this speech was harder than she had thought it
would be.  That was why she had originally
started with the more conventional one.
	However, there was no going back now,
not with every seat in the house riveted to her
every word.
	"I like to tell you about Alice Ann
Caldwell",  she said as she seemed to look beyond
the crowd.  "And a life that embodied the goals
and aspirations that everyone in this school should
strive for.  She was more than a name carved in
stone over the entranceway.  She was a living,
breathing human being, who devoted her life to
others.  She was my very best friend."

	Looking down at her folder, Scarlett
beamed as she looked once more at the small
black and white photograph sealed in plastic
that was clipped to her notes.  It was a very old
photograph, showing two young women in front
of an old battered sign.  Of all her considerable
possessions, and among all her varied memories,
that simple faded image was Scarlett's most
treasured keepsake.  It was a brief moment, frozen
forever in time.  A remembrance of love that had
never faded with age.

END


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