Date: Sat, 17 Mar 2001 10:06:15 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: Awakenings - 1
Awakenings
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part One
For perhaps the tenth time in as many minutes,
Kathryn Gray glanced up at the large clock on the office
wall. It had been one of those days that seemed like it
would never end. She had a theory that the three-day
weekend that waited beyond five o'clock caused time to
move much more slowly. A silly theory, she admitted to
herself, but as good an explanation as any as to why the day
was dragging on forever.
Kathryn had been working at Moore and Ryan for
nine months now. It had been the twenty-three year old
redhead's third job since graduating from college some two
years before. All things considered, she was glad to have it.
Even if it meant that she had to travel almost an extra
half-hour from her parents house out in Queens. At least on
this job she had a chance of being promoted into a position
where she could use the business degree she had worked so
hard for.
"Another twenty minutes to go," she said silently to
herself as she looked down from the clock to her near
empty desk.
Normally Kathryn wasn't a clock-watcher, but today
she had finished all of her assignments early and was feeling
a little bored. In fact, she had already set up a few things
for Tuesday morning to get a head start on them. It was
just her nature to be constantly active.
"Looks like Miss Perfect's all done for the day
already." Said a quiet laughing voice from behind Kathryn.
"Hi Angela," Kathryn smiled as she spun around in
her chair in response to the comment.
Angela D'Martino was both a year older and three
inches taller than Kathryn. The 'Miss Perfect' nickname
dated back to their days at the local high school in Queens.
It was a term that annoyed her, but Angela usually got away
with using it. After all, if it weren't for Angela, she wouldn't
have this job.
Kathryn was working in a neighborhood store as a
management trainee when Angela came walking in to buy
something. They hadn't seen each other much since high
school graduation. Not that unusual since Kathryn went
away to college and Angela stayed home and went to City
University. Still they still considered themselves friends and
Angela mentioned that the company she was working for in
Manhattan was looking for some new staff people. If
Kathryn were interested, she'd be happy to put in a good
word for her.
Although skeptical at how much Angela's good
word would be worth, seeing as she had only been working
for the company a year herself, Kathryn got her resume
together and went down for an interview. To her surprise,
she got the job, despite there being more than a dozen other
people applying for it. What surprised her even more was
that the department head had casually mentioned that she
had a sterling recommendation from one of the firm's
vice-presidents. He had even stopped in after the interview
to welcome her aboard.
Thanking the man whom she would now be working
for, Kathryn was more than a little confused about the
recommendation. That was until she learned later that
Angela worked as some sort of assistant for that
vice-president. Somehow she had convinced him to write
that recommendation.
Exactly how Angela had accomplished that was
something they hadn't exactly covered in any of the business
courses back in school. One night a few months ago, there
had been an office party to celebrate the end of a major
project. About half past nine, Kathryn had gone looking for
Angela to let her know she was leaving and see if she
wanted to share a cab ride home. She couldn't find her at
the party, but knowing her friend's habit of taking a nap
after she'd had a little too much to drink starting to check
the now deserted offices that had couches.
It took a while to find Angela, but once she did,
everything fell into place. Partially opening the door to a
small conference room, the first thing she saw was her old
friend. The second was that she wasn't alone.
Having doubled dated with Angela a few times back
in high school, the image in front of her wasn't exactly new.
It was just the setting that took her back for a moment.
Angela was kneeling on the carpet, the low cut blue
dress she had worn to the party now down around her
waist. Back in school, the brunette had stirred the envy of
many of the other girls when she became the first girl to
develop - and then continued to do so after many of the
other girls had stopped. From shared shopping trips,
Kathryn knew the black bra on the floor beside her was a
38D cup.
Standing in front of the large breasted twenty-four
year old was that same officer who had lent his name to
Kathryn's job application. Like Angela, he was only
partially dressed, although in the case of the fifty-nine year
old, it was his pants and briefs that rested around his ankles.
>From where she stood, Kathryn would've been able to get a
really good look at the silver haired man's cock - that is if it
hadn't been buried deep in Angela's mouth.
Back in their school days, Angela had a reputation
among the guys as a first class cocksucker. It was very
obvious that she had, if anything, improved in the years
since.
Her tongue seemed to be almost everywhere at
once. Licking under the crown, tickling the sensitive area
beneath his balls, massaging the sides of his cock as she
again took him all the way into her throat.
"Oh Angela..." the vice-president moaned.
Angela gripped the base of his cock tightly,
preventing from reaching a climax. She could feel the
pressure against her slender fingers, she knew how badly her
boss wanted to cum.
"I have to cum..." he pleaded, giving voice to that
which her touch had already told her. "Please Angela, I
want to cum."
The brunette continued to suck and stroke him for
another few seconds. The she released the pressure against
the base of his cock, sending a stream of hot whiteness into
her mouth.
Angela slurped the creamy liquid, letting it splash
across her face. It dripped from her lips and down her chin.
Letting the now softening cock slip from her mouth, she
reached out with her tongue and licked it from her lips. It
was a satisfying treat.
Kathryn only stood there a few brief moments more
before stepping back into the outer corridor, least she be
noticed now that they were done. She never mentioned
what she'd seen to Angela or anyone else.
For a while, it had bothered her that she'd gotten
her job because Angela was blowing and perhaps even
screwing her boss. Then after a while she decided that
however she got her foot in the door, she was proving every
day that she was the right person for the job. The proof of
that had come with her very first raise and increased
responsibilities two months before.
"What's up Angie?" Kathryn asked, using the
nickname that Angela hated as much as she hated hers.
"A couple of the girls are going out for drinks after
work," Angela said, her tone acknowledging that she had
crossed over the line with the 'Miss Perfect' crack. "And I
was wondering if you wanted to come along. We going
over to the Baron Dekalb and there are usually a lot of great
guys there on Friday nights."
"That sounds like fun," Kathryn said. "But I already
promised Yolanda that I'd meet her after work. Would you
mind if she came along?"
Instead of the quick agreement Kathryn expected,
Angela paused a few moments, a look of hesitation on her
face.
"I'm not sure that would be a good idea." Angela
finally replied. "A lot of the girls are a little uncomfortable
around Yolanda."
"Why in the world would any of them be
uncomfortable around Yolanda?" Kathryn said, a touch of
confusion in her voice.
Yolanda Ortega was a computer consultant who'd
been working on an upgrade of the firm's mainframe the last
four months. Four years older than Kathryn, the black
haired Latina had quickly become a good friend. They'd sat
next to each other one dark rainy day in the cafeteria and
Yolanda had noticed that Kathryn was reading Lord of the
Rings. She commented that it was one of her favorite
books and by the end of lunch they discovered they shared
more than a few interests.
Since then, they'd made it a point to have lunch
together whenever they could and usually went out after
work at least once a week.
"So what's wrong with Yolanda?" Kathryn asked
again.
"Well I'm not really one to spread office gossip,"
Angela said in a much lower voice as she paused and looked
around her to see if anyone else could hear her.
"Yeah right...." Kathryn thought.
"But it seems that your friend isn't exactly a straight
arrow." Angela continued.
"What are you talking about?" Kathryn said.
"Well simply put," the brunette went on. "She's
gay... "
"Gay?" Kathryn repeated.
"A lesbian, a dyke, whatever you want to call it,"
Angela said. "She's into other women and that makes some
people uncomfortable."
Kathryn had to laugh. "Where did you ever get a
asinine idea like that?" she asked.
"Straight from the horses mouth," The taller girl
stated. "Or at least from the person she told it to."
"You mean she tried to pick up someone here at the
office?" Kathryn asked.
"More like someone tried to pick her up." Angela
explained. "To be more specific, John Rosselli asked her
out to dinner."
"John Rosselli has hit on every unmarried woman in
this office, both you and I included." Kathryn interjected.
"That's true," Angela agreed. "But both you and I
know that John doesn't have a fragile ego that would make
him come up with a bullshit reason as to why he didn't score
with the lady computer genius. He gets turned down a lot,
but just goes on to the next possibility."
Kathryn had to agree with her friend. Like too many
men they knew, John thought he was god's gift to women.
If it wasn't for the fact that he seemed to be obsessed with
trying to bed every girl he met, Kathryn might've been
tempted to agree with him. John was 6'2" with movie star
looks. From the ladies room gossip she'd heard about the
women who'd taken him up on his offer, he was phenomenal
in bed as well.
"That doesn't prove anything," Kathryn said. "She
was probably just trying to put him off. The one reason we
all still get along with John is that he definitely takes no as
an answer. Since she's only here temporary, she wouldn't
know that. She might've figured if she just said that she
wasn't interested he'd just be back again the next day. A lot
of guys are like that, and you know it."
"But to say she was gay?" Angela asked. "Come
on, who's going to say that if it wasn't true. She could've
said she has a boyfriend or that she was engaged, or even
that she didn't date white guys. No, it has to be true."
Kathryn paused for a few moments. She had to
admit she'd come up with a lot better excuses when
approached by guys she didn't like.
"So what if it is true," she finally said. "What
difference does it make? Unless you're the one sleeping
with her she's just another girl in the office."
"As long as we're talking, that's the other thing I
wanted to speak to you about." Angela said. "Some people
are beginning to wonder about you too. What with all the
time the two of you spend together these days."
"Yolanda is my friend," Kathryn said strongly. "And
we share a lot of interests, like books and films, the kind of
things that no one else in this office seems to care about."
"Okay, I know you're straight," Angela said, taking a
step back in her argument. "After all we used to double
date. I told them you're not a carpet muncher."
Kathryn hadn't heard that derogatory term since
back in high school when they used it to refer it to Sissy
Wilson, the girl the in crowd most suspected of being a
closet lesbian. She didn't think it was nice when it was
applied to Sissy, and thought it less so now that it was being
used to label her friend.
"Well I'm not going to cancel my da..., going out
with Yolanda." Kathryn said, a sense of anger in her breast.
"So you'll just have to get along with out me."
"Suite yourself," Angela said as she got up to leave.
"But let me give you one last thing to think about. Yolanda
will be gone in a few weeks when she finishes the upgrade.
The people you're going out of the way to alienate are going
to be here with you for a long time.
As Angela walked away, Yolanda noted that five
o'clock had finally arrived. She found that she wasn't as
excited as she thought she'd be.
Packing up her bag and leaving her desk, Kathryn
had a sense of being watched. As she walked by three of
her female coworkers, she was sure that two of them turned
and looked at her.
"Angie's getting you paranoid," she told herself as
she reached the office door. "You know they already
consider you something of an oddball."
It hadn't taken much for a of few of the women her
age at the firm to come up with that assessment. First of all,
in their opinion, she definitely spent too much time reading.
Then there was the fact that she actually had a college
degree, where the most many of them had been to was
secretarial or one of those office trainee schools. Kathryn
was shooting for the stars, while they were shooting for
whatever party was planned for that weekend.
Additionally, Kathryn's reluctance to join in on their
weekly cock hunts was taken by some as a disapproval of
the game. And in a way, she guessed it was. Kathryn did
have a boyfriend -- well at least someone she saw on a fairly
regular basis. They'd go out, have dinner and maybe a
movie, and inevitable wind up in bed together. It was a
mutually satisfying relationship - but at the same time
missing something.
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A quick elevation ride to the lobby and Kathryn
headed for the small atrium on the side of the building.
Normally, during lunchtime, the small garden spot would be
packed. After five however, it was normally deserted, the
multitudes exiting the large office buildings heading instead
for either the local bars or the fastest way home.
Sitting down in her usually lunch spot, she patiently
waited for her friend. It wasn't a long wait, a few minutes
later she spotted Yolanda coming out of the same side door
she had used.
Yolanda Ortega was twenty-seven years old and
stood five foot seven. She had long black hair, which she
wore up in a carefully crafted style, small ringlets of which
framed a pretty face. She was within a few pounds of her
ideal weight and had a figure that caused admiration in men
and envy in women. Pert, rounded breasts pressed against
the material of the dark blue dress she was wearing - an
erotic image that was overshadowed only by the long,
smooth and tan hued legs that stretched out from beneath
that dress.
Kathryn sometimes thought she'd kill for legs like
that. She knew she was as pretty as Yolanda, but it was
those legs that even she envied. Of course being only five
three probably had a lot to do with it she usually laughed to
herself.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Yolanda said as she caught up to Kathryn, her voice
carrying just a trace of the South American accent of her
native Sao Paulo. "I wanted to run one last system check
before I left for the weekend. I think I got the last of the
bugs worked out. If I'm lucky, I'm be able to present the
program to the board by the end of next week and get that
early completion bonus."
"Oh, you'll be leaving soon then?" Kathryn asked in
response to the unexpected news.
""I'm afraid so." Yolanda replied, noting the sadness
in her friend's question. "I'm afraid that's the lot of being a
consultant. You don't spend a lot of time in any one place."
"I guess so." Kathryn said.
"Now don't look so down my friend," Yolanda
beamed. "You don't think I'm going to just walk away and
forget about the best friend I've made lately - do you?"
"I hope not." Kathryn said, her sad expression
wavering for the moment.
"Now put away that sad face," Yolanda insisted.
"It's only going to ruin the surprise I have for you."
"What surprise?" Kathryn asked curiously.
"These." Yolanda said as she reached into her purse
and handed the shorter woman a small envelope.
The sad look on Kathryn's face vanished in an
instant as she took two tickets out of the envelope. A look
of both excitement and disbelief replaced it.
"Omigod!" She gasped. 'These are for Adrianne
and Edmond - A Romantic Comedy!" Where did you ever
get them? I called the box office once and they told me the
best I could hope for was six months from now. This is the
hottest off-Broadway show of the year."
"Well I have a friend that owed me a favor."
Yolanda smiled. "And I remembered you're saying how
much you wanted to see that play. The only thing is that
they're for tomorrow night. That's not a problem, is it?"
"Oh no, not at all!" Kathryn said, still gushing with
excitement. "I still can't believe you got these for me.
Yolanda, I love you, you are the best."
With that she threw her arms around Yolanda and
gave her the biggest hug she could. She enjoyed the warmth
of her friend's closeness for a few moments, then the
conversation with Angela flashed back through her thoughts
and she remembered she was standing out in what was still a
pubic place.
"Is something wrong?" Yolanda asked as she felt
Kathryn suddenly tense up and then step back.
"No, nothings wrong." Kathryn lied as she looked
again at the tickets. "I was just thinking that these tickets
are too much for me to accept. There's no way I could ever
repay you for them."
"Now did I ask you to repay me?" Yolanda asked.
"Your friendship is enough. I have few enough real friends
that I can take them for granted. No, I want you to take
these tickets and for you and Eric to have a good time."
"Eric?" Kathryn said, repeating the name of her
boyfriend.
"Well that's who I figured you'd want to go with."
Yolanda explained. "Was I wrong?"
"Oh, I thought that you got those tickets for me and
you to go." Kathryn said.
"I'd love to go with you," Yolanda said, the smile on
her face lighting up. "I just thought you'd rather go with
Eric."
"If these were tickets for the Mets or Yankees, I'd
say yes." Kathryn laughed. "But spending a few hours
watching a play really isn't Eric's idea of a fun evening."
"Okay then, it's a date." Yolanda said. "We'll go to
dinner first, if that's okay? I know this really fabulous
Chinese restaurant that's not too far from the theater."
"That would be wonderful," Kathryn concluded,
proud of herself that she didn't even flinch this time when
Yolanda innocently referred to their going to the show as a
date. "But speaking of Eric, I also told him I'd meet him
later tonight so I'd better get home and change."
"Enjoy yourself," Yolanda said as she wrote down
an address on one of her business cards. "Here's the address
of the restaurant, I'll meet you there about six, okay?"
"Six would be fine," Kathryn said as she looked at
the address and mentally figured how long it would take her
to get there from Queens on a Saturday. "I'm looking
forward to it." She smiled.
"You really are a dear, precious friend." Yolanda
said as she unexpectedly leaned forward and kissed Kathryn
on the cheek.
With that she turned and walked out onto the street,
leaving behind a slightly perplexed Kathryn.
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Dinner with Eric turned out to be one more
uninspiring night at Clancey's Bar and Grill. Kathryn had
suggested many times that they go into Manhattan for a
night and try some of the night life there, but Eric always
hedged on the idea. He kept saying he didn't like those
kinds of people.
Kathryn and Eric Foster had been dating for the last
year and a half. Among their friends, it was taken almost as
a given that they'd get engaged one day soon. It was not an
opinion Kathryn shared. Eric was usually fun to be with, but
deep down she couldn't picture the two of them together ten
years down the line.
Also in the opinion of most of her girlfriends Eric was
a great catch. With that much she couldn't argue. He stood
6'2" and had a built that had made him an all-star football
player in high school. Curly dark brown hair, including a
beard and mustache, framed a handsome face. The oldest of
three sons, he was already a partner in his father's plumbing
supply warehouse.
They had met at a party just before her college
graduation and it had been love, or at least lust, at first
sight. Unfortunately, the fires that had burned so brightly at
21 had already begun to cool at 23. The reason was both
simple and common for many couples their age. Eric, like
many of his friends, had reached his peak intellectually and
emotionally when he graduated high school. Kathryn in
contrast had continued to grow. She was always looking to
expand her view of the world. Eric's view rarely extended
beyond the limited confines of the old neighborhood, and he
liked it that way.
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"Oh yeah, baby," Eric panted as he took a breath and
pushed his cock between Kathryn's legs once more time.
Kathryn hadn't really been in the mood to have Eric sleep
over, but he'd been on his best behavior after they left the
restaurant that she couldn't bear to say no.
She realized now that it had been a really big
mistake. Her mind was definitely elsewhere. All Eric was
doing was masturbating with her body taking the place of
his hand. She was relieved when she felt him shudder and
climax.
"If he runs true to form, he'll be asleep in five
minutes." Kathryn thought as he rolled off of her.
To her surprise, Eric climbed off the bed and reached
for his pants. He was getting dressed.
"Sorry babe," he said as he put his shirt on. "I
promised the guys I'd play softball in the morning and Billy
would rather pick me up at my house than here. It's a lot
closer to the field."
On another night, Kathryn might've felt insulted.
This time she felt relieved.
"It's okay," she replied. "I have to get up real early
tomorrow anyway." she lied.
He leaned over and kissed her goodbye, making a
playful grab at her rounded breast while he was at it.
"Get!" Kathryn laughed. "And good luck in the
game."
Laying in the darkness of the small apartment over
her parent's garage, Kathryn found that sleep wasn't about
to come easily. Whatever the drawbacks in her and Eric's
relationship, the sex had usually been great. Unfortunately,
that hadn't been the case tonight.
Try as she could, she couldn't help thinking about
Yolanda. Was what Angela said about her true? If so, how
did she really feel about it? She wished there was someone
she could talk to about it, but she was sure there was no one
she knew who would ever understand.
Even her mother and father, who were ever so
understanding about the nights Eric slept over, would fall
back on old preconceived notions concerning a lesbian
friend. Finally, about quarter to four in the morning, sleep
finally came.
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It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast when
Kathryn finally opened her eyes. She had been asleep for
almost eight hours. She was, she immediately realized,
soaked to the skin with perspiration, especially her pussy.
She had a vague recollection of having erotic dreams, but
couldn't for the life of her remember what they had been
about - or more importantly, whom they had been about.
"Good morning," Virginia Gray said as she walked
into her daughter's apartment carrying a small pile of
laundry. "I thought you were going to sleep the day away."
"Morning, Mom." Kathryn said as she reached for
the pair of panties she had left on the floor. "It's been a
busy week, I guess it all caught up with me."
Virginia Gray was only 19 years older than her
daughter and had a much closer relationship with her own
children than she'd had with her own mother. The entire sex
talk with her mother, which had occurred on her sixteenth
birthday in 1972, had consisted of the simple phrase "Nice
girls don't." By the time it came for her to have a little chat
with her own child, Virginia had learned that nice girls did -
and with an abandon and variety that Grandmother Willis
would've found most shocking.
Somewhat reluctantly, her husband had agreed that
if Eric and Kathryn were going to do it, and of course they
were. It might as well be in the garage apartment that
they'd originally built for Grandmother Willis rather than off
in some fleabag motel. Or in the back seat of a car, which
was where the future Mr. and Mrs. Gray had consummated
their relationship. Besides, both of them had noted, Eric
was definitely son-in-law material.
"I happened to glance out the window when I got up
during the night and noticed that Eric's car was gone."
Virginia said, ignoring her daughter's nudity. "The two of
you didn't have another fight - did you?"
"No Mother," she answered as she grabbed a towel
from the pile that had just been put on her bed. "He's
playing ball this morning and didn't want to spend the
night."
"Oh that's good. I do hate it when the two of you
fight." Virginia said as she picked up the remains of her
daughter's discarded clothes. "Are the two of you going out
again tonight?"
It had become obvious some time ago that Eric's
best ally in trying to convince Kathryn that they should
make their relationship something more was her mother.
There wasn't anything that could make Virginia Gray
happier that to see an engagement and later wedding ring on
her daughter's hand.
"Actually I'm going to a play in the city tonight with
one of the girls at work," Kathryn said as she reached in and
turned on the water in the small closet sized shower that her
father had built. "Yolanda Ortega, you've heard me mention
her before."
"Oh yes, that girl you like to talk about books with."
Virginia said, her opinion of what she viewed as a wasted
Saturday night evident in her voice. "Are you sure you
wouldn't rather go out with Eric instead."
"Mother, its not like we're engaged or anything."
Kathryn said as she waited for the water to heat up. "He
still goes out with his friends and I go out with mine."
An unusual look flashed across Virginia's face, one
that Kathryn rarely saw. It was a look of indecision,
something her mother rarely suffered from.
"I know that look, Mom," Kathryn said. "What is
it?"
"Well it's probably nothing." she said.
"But...." Kathryn added.
"Well, I just think that perhaps you should spend a
little more time with Eric, that's all. "She said. "Make sure
he knows that you care about him"
"I would think he knows that." Kathryn said as she
motioned in the direction of the unmade bed.
"Be that as it may," Virginia continued. "I think
you should spend more time with him. In fact, I don't think
it would be a bad idea if you went over to the ball field and
surprised him. The two of you could go to lunch."
"There's something you're still not telling me,
Mother." Kathryn said impatiently.
"All right," Virginia broke down. "Mary Wilson
over in the diner told me that Eric was over there yesterday
having lunch with Tracy McDonald and they seemed pretty
cozy. You remember Tracy McDonald, don't you?"
Of course Kathryn remembered Tracy McDonald.
Back in high school it was a toss up as to whether Tracy or
Angela was going to earn the title of class slut.
"Tracy works for her father's construction company
now and they do a lot of business with Eric's company."
Kathryn said. "It might've been a business lunch."
"According to Mary," Virginia said. "The only
business going on in that booth was monkey business. She
practically had her big breasts in his face the whole time."
"Well if that's what Eric's looking for, there's not
much I can do about it, is there?" Kathryn said as she
looked down at her own 34-inch bust. "It's not like I'm
going to run out and get implants."
"I wish you'd take this more seriously." Virginia
said insistently.
"Mother, you take this whole Eric thing much more
seriously then I ever did." Kathryn said, knowing that was
exactly the last thing her mother wanted to hear. "If he
decides to find more bountiful pastures, I'm not about to
chase after him. Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to
start getting cleaned up."
Surprisingly, Virginia didn't labor the point but
simply gathered up the last of the dirty clothes and walked
out of the apartment. Kathryn shrugged her shoulders and
stepped into the now hot shower.