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Subject: {ASSM} Mallory by Katie McN  (Lesbian FF Rom)
Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2003 17:10:06 -0400
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Mallory

By Katie McN <katie@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>


Death was final once, but I don't think the Grim Reaper works
that way anymore.


She was a presence across four lanes of traffic.  A blonde
haired look of fierce determination.  A vision who captured my
complete attention and never once knew I existed.  There were
other people there, of course, but I couldn't see them.  Not
really.  Not just then.

"Hey, Mary Kay, see that guy across the street - he's Josh
Evans, my ex-business partner.  I heard on the street he was
moving back to Wilshire Boulevard so I guess the rumors are
true."

How did he miss seeing her?

We were walking back from lunch on one of those hundred degree
days that only happen in California.  The kind of day where I
would want to vanish into a some quiet little place like the one
my dog always finds when he takes his midday nap.

But not today.

I'd signed up a new client who'd probably keep the agency going
for another couple of years, and my boss just finished telling
me I was the most wonderful person in the world.  I knew he
didn't really mean it, but it was real nice to hear anyway.

"Who's the babe, Al?  Is she in the business?"  I was waiting
for Al to fill me in, but he didn't seem to notice her at first.
He does know just about everyone in the LA advertising scene and
has a reputation for being a real nice guy even though A. Jardin
et Cie is one of the most aggressive agencies in the city.

"Oh, her, I think she's Mallory Kane.  I heard Josh met her up
in San Francisco and sweet talked the babe into taking a sales
job with his agency.  She's a real nice looking girl, but I hear
she's a killer when she goes after an account."  He knew a few
war stories, and what he thought was a killer sounded just like
a lot of other effective women who always seem to surprise the
guys when they can work a little bit harder and do just that
much more, until the day they end up winning.

Funny, how guys always think of business as a battle instead of
work.  Just something fun to do until something different comes
along.

---

When I saw all the advertising people gathered there in one
place, I couldn't help wondering what the bullshit level in Los
Angeles would fall to if a bomb went off in the middle of the
room.

"Thanks for letting me tag along with you, Al."

An agency open house was something new for me.  I really wanted
to see how Josh decorated his new shop, but I think Al only came
to see if he and Josh could be friends again.  Well, you know,
anything's possible.

I was cool, calm and collected.  Not.

I'd been planning my outfit for a week and changed my mind a
thousand times.  I finally settled on business sexy, which works
well in advertising if you pretend you don't notice the guys
checking you out.  A whole half day at the beauty shop and not
just to have them fix up my ponytail either.

I didn't think anyone could tell how excited I was to be around
all my heroes and I was kind of surprised that a few of them
thought of me that way, too.

I met a million people that afternoon, but I remember talking to
only one.

"Hi, I'm Mallory Kane and I know you're Mary Kay Nichols 'cause
your reputation precedes you, my dear.  Josh talks about you and
Al all the time."  Her voice was a smile that covered me all
over with warmth and tenderness.  A sense of mystery and
intrigue wrapped up in fun and beauty.  No smoke and mirrors
here, just a real person, a person just like me.

We got to talking like we'd known each other for the last
hundred years.  A lot of business of course, but a lot of other
stuff as well.  She could buy designer knock-offs for next to
nothing and I knew a place where the masseuse got rid of
tensions you didn't even know you had.  We knew some people in
common.  Some of them we liked and some of them well, you know
how that goes.

"Come on, Mary Kay.  Let's leave the party and get a glass of
white wine.  I've had enough of these folks for one day."

We were off to the lounge on the first floor of her building.
Kind of a cute place with just enough light to see who you're
talking with, but not enough to give you a tan.

We became friends for hours and hours.

---

'Let's do lunch' really happened and we started meeting on and
off whenever we had a chance.

I don't know how it works with men, but women need to have a
special person to confide in and trust.  A repository of secrets
only the two of them know.

We saw each other once or twice a week for almost two years.
The two of us became best friends and every time we met, it
seemed like only a minute or two had passed since the last time
we were together.

November 17th was the day everything changed.

We went from friends to best friends to something we weren't
sure of, but we knew we liked.  It wasn't a lateral move either,
but a step up to someplace I thought was just one notch below
heaven.

It was my turn to show off and I invited her for some real New
Orleans style cooking.

When I was a kid living in Texas, my mom decided to hire a maid
from New Orleans because the help you find in West Texas was
"just too rustic."  I didn't know what that meant, but I did
know I loved Lucille who taught me how to cook, introduced me to
Zydeco music and looked at life a little differently than most
people.

A cowgirl in the big city is a sight to behold.

It takes me all day to cook a meal.  First thing in the morning
I'm off to the store to get nothing but the best.  I have to use
those great big old shrimps, hot links made by someone named
Zatarain, and a mess of clams, oysters and lobster tails right
off the boat.  And, I need other stuff when I'm making a meal
that says a little bit more than "Are you hungry?"  We just had
to have some ribs, gumbo, jambalaya, black beans and dirty rice.
Of course I'd have a little bit of Jack Daniels sipping whiskey
on hand and maybe a couple of six packs of long neck Tecates.
Yes, I still know how to make the best damn pecan pie anyone has
ever tasted.  I didn't figure we'd be having a bonfire and
roasting marshmallows later, but I was ready just in case.

I never do follow a recipe for any of this.  I just know by
looking how much Tabasco to use on the links, how much of this
spice to sprinkle in the crock pot and how many of those
vegetables to add in to whatever's cooking on the stove.  I just
somehow know a few of the secrets handed down by all those good
cooks from days gone by.

You know you're in trouble when you have to explain the meal
before you start eating.  Mallory was hesitant at first, but she
got into it and made this little girl feel real good when she
asked for seconds and 'how do you make this' and 'what do you
call that?'

We found ourselves in the living room drinking Jack and Coke
while we listened to Professor Longhair bang out some down home
music.  Somehow that became white wine and Air Supply
encouraging us to do something new and different.

The first real kiss is special.  Something you might just
remember for the rest of your life.

"Mary Kay, I don't know what came over me.  I felt like kissing
you and suddenly, well, you know."

Of course I knew, I was there enjoying everything she was giving
away and trying to give back as much as I could.

"Tell you what, Mal.  If it bothers you that much, I'll just
return the favor."

The second kiss led to the third and the fourth and the many
more.  The living room somehow became the bedroom and friends
became lovers.

There's a secret only women know for the most part.  It could be
that she plays a tiny bit hard to get at first, and maybe she
acts like she didn't really know what she was getting into.
But, the real clue is the underwear.  You find a woman wearing a
cotton bra and panties, you got to figure all of it was a
surprise to her.  But, if she has on that sexy little something
special, well you know it just might be that somewhere in the
back of her mind she wanted to get laid and more than likely got
real happy when she was.

"Mary Kay, what cute lingerie! You look sooo sexy I can hardly
stop touching you."

Well, I did have my dress underwear on, but not for long.
Mallory's cute little things seemed to have drifted away, too,
and now both of us were able to enjoy each other like a buffet
of gourmet surprises.

I touched her breasts and felt the sensation flow to my mind and
then to another place where I keep those special feelings only I
can understand.  Her hand was on my neck at first, and then
slowly trailed down my back until I felt her tiny little hand
sneak its way between the crack in my ass.  My tongue searched
her mouth and found a welcome there in that dark and friendly
place.  She pressed her pussy against mine and used both her
hands to crush my sex against her body so hard I thought we
would end up as one person.

I found out that my tongue fit perfectly into her most private
places and she had a special way of trapping it there until all
my work was done.  Somehow we could love each other without all
the confusion that sometimes happens when two people make love
for the first time.  Somehow we could bring each other to a
place where we'd never been before.  Somehow we could do it
again and again and again.

When two women start out as lovers, they have to learn things.
We learned a lot that night and a lot more on all the other
nights that followed.

---

It worked out perfectly.

I had a lot of stuff in my apartment and she had only a few
important pieces in the place she owned.  The moving guys didn't
break a thing and it seemed like no time at all until we felt
like we'd lived in that cute little house on Hillcrest Street
forever.


Have you ever been loved?  Have you ever been loved
unconditionally by someone who could have anyone and the only
person she wanted was you?

Everyday was a treasure and everyday we loved each other more
and more.

When I had to travel on business, I called home everyday and
told her how much I missed her and how I was longing for the day
I would be back in her arms again.  When she was gone the house
seemed empty and barren.  Not a home anymore, but a place where
I had to stay until my world was right once more.  And when we
got together we would celebrate and forget the hours we wasted
apart.  We had everything and so very much more.

A year became two.  Three slipped up on us before we even saw it
coming.  We were just as much in love when four stopped by and
we welcomed it with open arms.

Well, I guess a person is only allowed so much joy in life and
then something else has to happen.

---

When you get the flu you know it'll be gone in just a few days.
When you're real sick you know it might be the end and you try
to do your best to use your life wisely.  But when you don't
know what's wrong, it's hard to understand exactly what you
should do.

Mal was sick, but the doctors didn't know what was wrong.  She
was in the hospital for the third time in a year.  Each time it
took longer for her to come out of the coma and each time she
was a little worse for wear.  The shine was gone from her hair.
She was frail and thin.  Just thinking about things was a bit
harder for her than it used to be.  We were together, though,
and our love didn't look a bit different to me.

The doctors finally found out what was wrong, but by then it
didn't really matter any more.  When the day came that she died
in her sleep, the cold woke me up to say goodbye.  The cold that
takes over a body when the soul has moved on to some other
place.

---

Time is very interesting

Somehow time can erase so many bad things.  And time can put a
high gloss on something that was kind of ordinary when it
happened a long time ago.  It's been like that for me over the
years.  I'm convinced we never had any bad times and I can still
see my Mallory standing right there talking once again with a
smile that covers me all over with warmth and tenderness while
she waits for me to join her.

---

When I was a young girl my mother told me marriage was two
people living as one.  I didn't know what she meant then, but
now I think I do.


The End


Tell me what you think about my story!

Katie McN <katie@katie-mcnNOSPAM.com>

Read more of my stories at my website

www.katie-mcn.com

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