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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and
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the story.
Behind The Curtain
Part One
by Ann Douglas
"You wanted to see me, Shelby?" Annette Delany asked as she
knocked on the opened door of the office and stuck her head
inside. "Sally's not at her desk and ....."
"Come on in and have a seat, Annette." he replied with a quick
wave of his hand as he continued his phone conversation. "I'll be with you
in a few minutes."
The 22 year old brunette stepped into the large office and sat down
in one of the two chairs in front of Shelby's large oak desk. Carefully she
adjusted the conservative blue and white business suit she wore. She really
would've preferred to have waited in the outer office while her boss
finished up his business call but with his secretary at lunch she had no
choice but to announce herself.
Shelby Thomas was 44 and quite a good looking man. He had brown
hair and beard which coupled with the glasses he wore always made Annette
think of one of her college professors. Still trim unlike most men his
age, he was just beginning to fall victim to the effects of a lack of
exercise. It was the price of success -- too many hours spent behind the
desk.
The young woman really didn't know him too well. Aside from her
original interview and office gatherings, she had few personal dealings
with him other than staff meetings in her short time at the firm.
Not wanting to stare, Annette instead looked out the window, fixing
her gaze on a ferry boat in the distant harbor. The view from Shelby's
office was certainly much better than hers, not that she ever thought of
her cubicle as an office. One of the perks of success she reminded
herself. After all, this was her first job since graduating college and
she really hadn't expected to start at the top. At least not in the first
ten months at Moore and Stanley she reminded herself.
"...and I look forward to seeing you next week." she heard Shelby
say to his associate on the phone as he brought his conversation to a
close.
Shelby took a few moments after he hung up the phone to jot down a
few notes on a pad before looking up and giving Annette his full attention.
"I guess you're wondering what was so important that it couldn't
wait until after lunch." he said as he dropped his pen back into the
holder on the edge of his desk.
Truthfully, Annette had a really bad feeling when Sally had called
her an hour ago and said that Shelby wanted to see her at noon. One of her
best friends had just been fired from her job a month before and her boss
had done it during the lunch hour as to have as few people around while she
cleaned out her desk as possible. She didn't think Shelby was that kind of
boss but didn't many of these middle management types go to the same
schools.
She'd wracked her brain to come up with any major error she had
made and came up empty. In fact, she thought she was doing a really great
job, a lot better than her predecessor had -- and his performance had
earned him a promotion.
"I've been going over your handling of the Peterson Foods account."
Shelby said without any preamble as he removed a large folder from his file
cabinet. "In fact, Gustav Czerny, the general manager of Peterson called
me this morning to comment on it as well."
"Oh shit." thought Annette, "They're not happy with the changes I
made. I knew I should've played it safe and just follow Carson's previous
recommendations."
"Needless to say, Mr. Czerny was quite surprised at what he
considered such a radical change in the way we handle his account."
"I'm going to be fired!" the brunette said to herself she squeezed
her hands together below Shelby's line of sight.
"He also remarked that if he'd ever come across such malfeasance in
his own organization, he'd have been inclined to immediately fire the
individual responsible. After taking a more detailed look at these
accounts, I had to tell him that I agreed."
"Malfeasance?" Annette mentally repeated to herself, how could
they even accuse her of such a thing. "All she did was correct what she
had thought were sloppy errors and poor practices."
"Needless to say, Jim Carson no longer works for this company."
she heard Shelby say.
"What?.." Annette said, confused."
"And if it wasn't for the bad publicity that would come out of it
and the fact that I think it was more incompetence than malfeasance since
he doesn't seemed to have profited from the errors, I might've even
considered criminal charges against him."
"You fired Carson?" Annette repeated.
"I had to." he replied. "This company can't afford to lose clients
because of shoddy work. The only reason we haven't lost the Peterson
account is that Czerny is willing to overlook Carson's poor management if
we guarantee a better handling of their affairs in the future. That plus a
certain financial adjustment that I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to
read up on later. "
Shelby paused a few moments while he dropped the file back into his
cabinet. Then with a much wider smile on his face he stated again.
"I know you haven't been with us very long, Annette." he
began. "but if you continue to deliver work like this I see a real future
for you with our company. The most immediate aspect of my appreciation for
your work will be seen in your check next week. It's a small increase but
one which I'm sure will be repeated on a much larger scale before long."
"Thank you." Annette said both in relief and appreciation.
"I wish it could've been more." he said. "But as it is all I
really did was move up the raise you would've been getting by a few months.
At you're level there are limits to what I can do in regards to salary."
"It's more than enough." Annette said. "It's enough to know that
someone notices the work you put in."
"But as far as other areas, I do have a bit more leeway." Shelby
noted. "I want you to take the rest of the day off."
"You really don't have to..." Annette started to say.
"....In fact." Shelby cut her off. "I don't expect to see you in
this office again until Monday morning."
"But it's only Wednesday..." Annette noted.
"I'm well aware of that." he responded. "And Monday is Monday,
... I'm well aware that you've acquired the habit of coming in on weekends
to catch up on some work. That's commendable but not this weekend. "
Annette didn't know what to say, except thank you one again.
"Now get out of here." Shelby said in a mock gruff voice. "Some
of us have work to do!"
Annette rose to her feet and started for the door. She was half
way there when Shelby said in a much quieter tone.
"Enjoy the weekend." he said as he looked up from his desk and
admired the feminine form that even her austere attire couldn't conceal.
"If I was only twenty years younger and not her boss." he thought
before he caught himself. -- "Hell, forget the twenty years." he concluded
as he decided to allow himself this small indulgence. "If only I wasn't
her boss."
Back at her cubicle, Annette took a half hour to finish up what she
had been working on. It wasn't that important, but it would've been on her
mind all weekend if she hadn't. By the time she shut down the computer on
her desk, most of the other associates were returning from lunch.
Annette looked up from her desk to see a tall olive skinned blonde
standing over her. Yvonne's hair color was a recent change, prior to that
she'd been a brunette just like Annette. She had to give her friend credit
-- she wouldn't have had the nerve.
Yvonne was two years older than Annette and had been at the firm
that much longer. She also had been hired right out of college. That was
were the comparison had ended. Whereas Annette was always trying to blend
in and let her work speak for her, her friend was always trying to be a
center of attention. Like right now, she wore a blue skirt which most
people would've considered too short for an office. It was topped by a
pristine white blouse which strained against an impressive bosom.
"So what did old man Shelby want." Yvonne asked.
"You really shouldn't call him that." Annette said. "He's really
not that old."
"If he's over 30, he's old!" Yvonne replied. "So what happened?"
Annette quickly told the story.
"So they fired Jim Carson, huh." the blonde noted. "Couldn't have
happened to a nicer prick."
"That's not very nice." Annette said, trying to show some sympathy
for the man.
"But true." she said. "I went out with him for drinks one Friday
night after work with some of the other associates. We wound up being the
last two at the bar and he started giving me all that crap about how his
wife didn't understand him. All the while he was staring down my blouse to
get a good look at my tits. Not that they don't deserve a good look. Then
he got all pissed off when I wouldn't give him a blow job to help ease all
his pain."
"I guess he was a prick then." Annette agreed.
"I think if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid of your
boyfriend here," Yvonne said as she rested her hand on the small photograph
on Annette's desk. "he'd have been trying to get into your panties too."
"There was very little chance of that." Annette smiled. "In fact
none at all."
"Oh I know that." Yvonne laughed. "I know you have better taste
than that."
Annette smiled a grin which held a secret that Yvonne never
would've guessed.
"Speaking of good taste." Yvonne went on as she picked up the
photograph. "I don't know how you do it?"
"Do what?" Annette said as she picked up the last of her stuff to
leave.
"Stay celibate while lover-boy here is off playing soldier." she
replied.
The first picture in the double frame was indeed a soldier --
specifically a U.S. Marine. Close-cropped black hair framed a ruggedly
handsome and deeply tanned face. The dress uniform he wore concealed an
equally rugged and handsome body. The other photo had been taken a few
months ago at the office Christmas party when he had been home on leave and
came to the celebration with Annette -- much to the envy of half the
offices female population.
"Well, I do keep busy." Annette quipped. "And Danny does write
every week."
"Girl, a letter isn't going to keep you warm at night." Yvonne
said as she replaced the photos. "I would think you were at least burning
out the batteries when you read them."
"That, I'm not going to comment on." Annette laughed.
"I know if he was my guy, I'd have taken him to bed and fucked him
till he couldn't walk. That'd be the end of that soldier crap."
"He's a Marine, not a soldier." Annette corrected. "They're a
little particular about that point."
"Whatever..." Yvonne said. "The point is that he's half way
around the world in Korea. You don't really think that he's suffering from
a terminal case of blue balls do you. Or that he's faithfully jerking off
every night into a tissue while thinking of you. My brother was in Korea
while in the Air Force, there are plenty of "mama-sans" to take care of a
lonely soldier .. OK Marine.. far way from home."
"We have an understanding. I told you that." Annette concluded as
she noticed that more people were back at their desks and she no longer
wanted to continue this conversation.
"If you'd take my advice." Yvonne said, having to get in the last
word. "You'd go out and have some fun over your days off. Go find yourself
someone nice and more importantly ... available. It wouldn't hurt you to
get laid more than once or twice a year."
As she watched Yvonne head back to her own desk, her ass swaying
much to the delight of her male co-workers, Annette's face again filled
with that `I've got a secret smile.'
"I wonder what you would think?" she thought as her eyes followed
Yvonne down the aisle. "If you knew that if I woke up with a warm body
next to me tomorrow morning, I rather it be yours than Danny's."
Annette let the thought of Yvonne's naked body pressed next to hers
rest in her mind for a few more moments, enjoying the imagery. She knew
that the tall blonde was somewhat of a sexual adventurer -- if all of the
stories she had shared where to be believed. Maybe someday the younger
woman would have to nerve to see how much of an adventurer she really was.
With that she grabbed her purse and was gone as well.
An hour later after a not so quick subway ride , Annette was home
at the Soho apartment she shared with a roommate. It was only three in the
afternoon and Michelle wouldn't be home until six. Then she would be gone
by seven, off to her part time night job. If nothing else, Annette would
have the apartment to herself tonight. But to do what?
One of the reasons Annette had been spending so many hours at work
lately was that she had broken up with her last steady lover four months
ago. Not that it had been much of a relationship, but still it had been
something. In fact, the relationship had set a new record for longevity --
three months.
In the end it had come down to one big incompatibility. Vanessa
was out of the closet, living her life openly as a lesbian. Annette, on
the other hand, still lived a life of secrets -- hiding behind a false
identity as it were. She had told Vanessa that it was because of her job
that she couldn't come out.
It was one thing, she repeatedly had said, to be an open lesbian
when you worked in the entertainment industry as Vanessa did. It was
another when you worked for an old-fashion, establishment banking firm; and
you had only been there less than a year. Maybe when she was more
established things would change. She didn't want to have to start looking
for a new job in a small tight knit community carrying the label that she
was `that dyke bitch that Moore and Stanley fired'. Oh they couldn't
fire her for that of course, not in this age of political awareness. But
they could make you miserable enough that you eventually gave them a reason
to fire you.
To all of this line of reasoning, Vanessa had simply replied that
it was so much bullshit. All Annette lacked was the guts to stand up and
be counted for what she was. Deep down, Annette had to admit to herself
that Vanessa had been at least partly right.
So for what ever reasons she used to justify it, Annette had
created a false identity to carry around like so much excess baggage.
Right down to a conveniently absent boyfriend which took care of any
questions as to why she didn't date any of the guys she met.
Technically, Danny Ryan was both a boy and a friend -- one of the
best friends she'd ever had. He just wasn't the boyfriend most people took
him for. Their friendship went back to grammar school and was based on a
lot firmer foundation than sex. Not that sex didn't enter into in, at
least on one occasion.
Like thousands of other girls, Annette had lost her virginity on
prom night. Like so many of her contemporaries, she had found it a
somewhat disappointing experience. Taking the adage that you can't make a
judgment based on only one taste, she'd gone to bed with another young man
with equally discouraging results.
Finally, she concluded that perhaps it was the emotional aspect
that was missing. With that in mind she'd taken her best friend in all the
world to her bed. It had, she was quite willing to admit, clearly been the
most physically satisfying of the three encounters, resulting in her first
orgasm during sex. Yet as physically fun as it had been, it had also been
as hollow as all the previous attempts.
Six months later, after a few beers in her for courage, Annette had
given in to a yearning that she had kept secret since she'd first became
aware of it shortly after her 16th birthday. The next morning when she'd
woken up in the bed of another woman, she'd found what she'd been searching
for. Strangely enough, the song on the clock radio that woke her up that
morning had been `Looking for love in all the wrong places'. Quite
appropriate she later thought.
Despite a few affairs she had during her remaining years in
college, Annette never found the courage to `stand up and be counted' as
Vanessa always called it. In fact, except for the other women involved,
the only person she told was Danny. It was a testament to their friendship
that he'd told her that no matter what, he'd always be her friend. The idea
that she could use him as an absentee boyfriend had been his.
So here she was, a four day weekend in front of her and absolutely
nothing to do. Perhaps she should take Yvonne's advice and go out and find
someone. Maybe not the someone that Yvonne intended but someone
nevertheless. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed a good
idea.
"Maybe I do just need to get laid." she said out loud, laughing
that she was starting to sound like Yvonne.
Annette spent a few hours running errands in the neighborhood
before again returning to the apartment to make dinner for Michelle and
herself. Sure enough, just as the clock was striking six, Michelle came
prancing through the door.
"Honey, I'm home!" she announced as she dropped her knapsack onto
the couch.
Her announcement was a little joke that both she and Annette
shared. Though both were lesbians, they didn't have a sexual
relationships. It just worked out better for both of them to have a
roommate that they didn't have any secrets from. Annette had a
`straight' roommate back in college, one of her best friends as a matter
of fact and it caused all sort of problems. She'd lost track of all the
times Karen Robinson had tried to fix her up. It had also precluded her
bringing home any of her dates. One thing both she and Michelle had in
common was that they both were at a point in their lives that they weren't
looking for a long term relationship anyway. Both were too young to settle
down and it was a big world out there. They once discussed sharing each
others bed for a night, just to see what it might be like. But after a
little heavy petting on the couch, they decided that each of them would
rather have the other as a friend. If they were lovers it would only
complicate their extracurricular activities.
"Welcome home, Dear." Annette said as she walked out of the small
kitchen, dinner in hand. "And how was your day?"
"Oh, just about the same." Michelle said as she took a sniff of
the pleasing aroma of the dishes Annette was carrying. "Hmm, that smells
wonderful. Some special occasion?"
Annette quickly gave an abbreviated version of her own day as they
sat down at the table in the common room. Michelle said she was happy for
her friend.
"So what are you planning to do with your sudden vacation?"
Michelle asked as she finished off the last of her meal.
"Well the idea of hopping on a plane and shooting off to Los
Angeles suggested itself. But then reality set in and put a kibosh on that
idea. I guess maybe I'll just go out tonight." Annette said as she sipped
at her drink. "See what happens."
"Great." Michelle beamed. "Where are you planning to go?"
"I thought maybe I'd go up to Scarlett's Rose." Annette answered.
"It's too bad I have to work. I haven't been there in weeks. I'd
love to go with you." Michelle said as she pulled off her blouse to put on
the uniform she wore at the local restaurant where she worked nights.
"You could always call in sick." Annette suggested as she look a
longing look at Michelle's bra-enclosed mounds. There were times she
regretted their decision not to be lovers.
"I'd love to, but if you want to see my half of next month's rent,
I really need this job." the long haired blond said as she buttoned her
blouse.
"Maybe next time then." Annette said as she carried the now empty
and dirty dishes into the small kitchen.
"Well I'd better run." Michelle said as she picked up her
knapsack.
"You be careful." Annette said as she came back into the room.
"May sure you take a cab home, no more walking home in the middle of the
night. If you need it, I'll pay for it."
"Yes mother." Michelle chuckled. "I've saved up my allowance and
I will be careful."
Annette just gave her a disapproving look. Despite being almost a
year younger than Michelle, Annette did sometimes feel like her mother.
"Now give me a kiss and I'll be on my way." Michelle said as she
pressed her lips against Annette's.
The kiss was brief, almost platonic, just as Annette had expected.
The second kiss wasn't and took her by surprise. Her eyes opened wide as
she felt Michelle's tongue side between her lips.
"That's just to warm you up." Michelle said as she disappeared out
the door. "Now go out and have some fun. And if you bring anyone home, be
sure to leave the table lamp in the hall on so I don't walk in on the two
of you. It's been so long you probably forgot about that."
"I haven't forgotten." Annette said quietly as she closed the door
behind Michelle and locked it.
Cleaning up after dinner only took a few minutes and Annette
decided to take a shower before going out. Feeling the need for something
special to wear when she was done, she began going through her lingerie
draw.
She quickly found what she was looking for -- a pair of sheer black
lace panties and a matching bra. They were still in the original
wrappings. She had bought them to wear for Vanessa but never got the
chance.
Underneath the plastic package was another plastic bag containing a
bright red kerchief. Annette took out the scarf and lifted it to her face.
Sealed in the zip lock bag, it still held a trace of perfume.
"Vanessa." she said out loud as the fragrant aroma filled her
nostrils.
Visions of the last time Vanessa and her had made love filled her
head. It was as clear as if it had been last night.
"Come on baby," Vanessa said as she rubbed her bare, dark breasts
against the back of the light skinned girl beneath her. "When are you
going to take me home to meet your Mom and Dad?"
"We've been through this all before." the scantily clad Annette
replied. "It's not that simple."
"Oh don't tell me that." Vanessa argued. "You just take me home
and say, "Hi Mom and Dad, I'd like you to meet my lover."
"After which I'd be calling 911 for the heart attack my mother
would then be having." Annette said as she rolled out and from under the
larger girl.
"Maybe you're just underestimating their tolerance?" Vanessa said
as she sat up and ran her hand through her long shoulder length black hair.
"Besides, since I'm a Nurse, I can always administer CPR."
"I don't think so." the brunette said as she reached for the lamp
on the night table.
In truth, she wasn't sure which would be the greater shock to her
parents. That her current lover was a woman ... or that she was as black
as the night.
"Leave the light on." Vanessa said as her hand closed on
Annette's. "I want to watch you make love."
"All right." the younger girl replied. "If it makes you happy."
Annette leaned forward and kissed Vanessa, anxious to put the
subject of her `coming out' behind them. She cared more for her lover
than she liked to admit. She knew she wasn't ready for a monogamous
relationship and Vanessa hadn't asked for one. But she knew she would miss
her if she left.
A sudden rush of excitement filled Annette as she cupped both of
Vanessa's large breasts. The young woman knew that in the eyes of some of
her more feminist and politically correct friends, her passion for women
who had large breasts was somewhat improper. Her attitude to them was
`screw them', it wasn't any of their business who she took to bed. It
was a pity she didn't have that strength of will when dealing with her
parents and her straight friends.
Her finger played with Vanessa's erect nipples, enjoying their
hardness. One at a time she lifted the heavy orbs to her mouth and sucked
on them.
"Oh I love it so much when you do that." Vanessa purred, replacing
Annette's hands with her own.
Vanessa's nipples, like her breasts as a whole, were nearly twice
the size of Annette's. The brunette so loved the feel of them in her
mouth. Her tongue swirled around the stubs, covering them with her
wetness. Then she would slide them into her mouth once more. Each time was
like the first, exciting and intoxicating.
"You are magical, Vanessa," Annette said in a sweet, sexy voice as
she squeezed the dark breast.
"Magical?"
"Yes, magical. I've never wanted to make love to someone as much
as I want to you right now."
Vanessa lifted Annette's face away from her breasts and once more
kissed her softy on the lips. Then the kiss became harder and more
passionate. Annette put her arms tight around Vanessa's body as the two
opened their mouths and let their tongues run from mouth to mouth. Back
and forth in feverish and anxious lesbian desire.
Annette felt Vanessa's magic move into her body. She gave up her
body to her lover, offering it as a sacrifice to lust. She wanted only to
please Vanessa and in turn to be pleased by her. She hoped that if she
could only make this moment last forever, all of their differences would
disappear.
Vanessa took her lips from the younger woman's mouth and kissed her
soft skin, licking her face with her tongue.
"Oh, Vanessa," Annette moaned.
Annette was wearing a light nightgown that hung from her body by a
pair of shoulder straps made of light, flimsy material. Vanessa brushed
those straps from her shoulders and let the nightgown move down Annette's
soft, young skin. Her firm, rounded breasts with the pink nipples were
soon exposed to the black girl's passionate eyes.
Annette's mounds were small but just as full and sweet as
Vanessa's. Vanessa ran her lips down them slowly, letting her love wait a
bit before she got to the little pink nipples that were already beginning
to turn bumpy and hard with excitement.
Finally, Vanessa kissed one of those nipples. Annette sighed and
lifted it up with her hands so that the black woman could more easily suck
on the pinkness that was there, waiting for her lips.
Vanessa stuck out her tongue and ran it around the pinkness of the
nipple. Then she put her lips on that pink circle and closed them tightly
around the good spot and began to suck with ecstasy and excitement.
Vanessa had made love to many women before, but had never made love
to a girl who seemed to want it as badly as Annette did. Vanessa sensed as
she sucked the nipple that Annette was trying to turn this little late
evening love feast into something special -- something that she could
forever cherish. If so, Vanessa was more than happy to help.
Gently, Annette pushed Vanessa back and the black woman let the
nipple escape from her lips as she moved back. Annette put her hands on
Vanessa's shoulders and brought the sexy, black woman forward for one more
kiss.
This kiss wasn't soft. It was hard and filled with passion --
passion that came from both mouths, from both souls. As they kissed,
Vanessa cupped Annette's bare breasts in her hands and felt them as they
heaved with her lust.
Now it was Annette's turn to return to those black fountains of
delight. Before becoming Vanessa's lover, Annette had never really been
attracted to black women. Now she found the deep darkness of her skin an
aphrodisiac.
Annette took her time and waited for a few seconds before she
finally kissed one of the ebony nipples that stood there, beckoning her
like a searchlight in the fog. Now she ran her tongue around the nipple and
closed her lips around it, kissing it and sucking on it with pleasure and
desire.
Behind The Curtain
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
And Vanessa was filled with pleasure too. As her younger lover
sucked on her nipple, she ran her hands through the girl's long hair and
moved them down Annette's bare back, letting her fingers run lightly over
the girl's tingling spine and feeling that same tingle invade her own body.
Then it was Vanessa's turn to move away and stop the sucking of her
orbs. Annette gave into her willingly, knowing that the pleasure had just
begun.
Vanessa stood up beside the bed and moved her white panties down
her firm, black legs. Moving them slowly as to tease her lover who she
knew was so anxious to see her black bush.
But Annette was willing to wait, and in a few seconds saw her
mound, that beautiful tightly cropped hair, and that little slit that was
between Vanessa's legs. She licked her lips in anticipation, bringing a
smile once more to Vanessa. Annette couldn't wait to taste the dark
sweetness of her cunt.
Vanessa sat naked on the bed and spoke softly but cheerfully to her
love.
"Now you." she said.
Annette jumped up and let the nightgown fall off her body to the
floor. Her legs were firm too, and tanned by the summer sun. She was
still wearing a pair of little, pink bunny panties that came with the
nightgown. She turned for a moment and wiggled her ass at Vanessa.
Vanessa giggled at the sight and Annette looked over her bare shoulder and
giggled too as she slipped the panties down her legs. Her back was still
turned to Vanessa and the first thing that the black woman saw was the
crack in her little lover's ass. That round little ass looked so juicy,
like freshly baked bread. .
Annette stepped out of the panties and threw them back over her
shoulder at Vanessa. The dark woman caught them and held them to her nose,
smelling the sweet cunt wetness that was there, an aroma she knew so well.
Annette turned and spread her legs triumphantly, moving her white,
trembling hands down the length of her sexy body. She moved two fingers
into the folds of her cunt and moaned as she felt the heavy wetness there.
Vanessa watched her lover and as she watched leaned back on the bed
and spread her own black legs, moving her own red tipped fingers into her
dark hole. Matching Annette's motions, she soon matched her moans.
They went on for a few moments, both happy with their own
mastubatory revels to passion. Both grew even more excited because they
knew that they were together in this lust, this finger-fucking fun.
Then, cued as if by some unseen director, both girls pulled their
fingers from their now soaking cunts. They looked at each other and
grinned. Annette stepped forward, moving toward the bed and the lover she
had wanted for so long. Vanessa kept her legs spread, welcoming the white
girl into her body.
Annette put her arms out in front of her and fell into the bed,
catching herself on her hands and hanging there over Vanessa's black and
sexy body. Annette's tits hung down low and rubbed against Vanessa's
darker breasts. Vanessa cupped those tits in her hands and pushed them up
so she could bury her face in the softness that was Annette's full breasts.
Then the white girl eased herself onto the black woman's body and
Vanessa lifted her legs high, keeping them open. She wrapped her legs
around Annette's back and held the girl firmly in her grasp. The two women
started to hump each other, to feel their clits hardening and battling each
other in a pleasurable way. As they moved together, Annette lay her head
next to Vanessa's and her hair fell across the black woman's face. Vanessa
smelled that hair and loved it, it was fresh like the morning.
They started to sweat as they hunched each other so furiously and
they started to moan too, feeling their pussies get wetter and wetter with
the fever of the moment. They were both flooded with the fires of lesbian
desire. Annette put her arms around her lover's neck and kissed the side of
Vanessa's face, blowing in her ear. She ran her tongue into that ear,
letting it follow the little swirls there.
Then with Annette tight between her legs, Vanessa began to turn her
body, moving slowly until she was on top. When she was, she loosened her
hold on Annette's waist and the smaller girl lifted her legs and put them
around Vanessa's firm body. The humping then continued with the sound of
wet cunts beating each other with joy, and the sounds of moaning and
pleasant whimpering.
The two women moved with each other, playing with each other's
bodies, running their hands over black and white skin. Vanessa linked her
passion with the sight of Annette's sweating body that was churning under
hers with so much anxious love.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, they broke apart and Vanessa
rolled off Annette's heaving body. They moved on the bed, to the center
and lay next to each other, kissing and touching each other's bodies.
It was Vanessa who had the next lusty thought. She started to work
her way down Annette's body, kissing it and licking the perspiration that
was there, knowing that it was her perspiration too as their bodies had
become one. She sucked on the small pink nipples for a few seconds, then
she licked and kissed her way across her stomach.
Her ebony lover paused again to run her tongue into Annette's
little navel, she put her finger in another special place, moving it easily
into Annette's cunt.
Vanessa worked the finger deeply unto the soft pink pussy, moving
the finger around and around. Feeling both Annette's dampness and her
heat, Vanessa began to move it quickly, like a cock, fucking Annette in a
wonderful way. Then Vanessa took her tongue from Annette's navel and ran
it through the light hair above the girls pussy, licking that hair and
blowing on it. Making it damp and cool, even though the girl's pussy was
hot and ready to explode with passion.
When Vanessa was ready, she moved quickly on the bed, putting her
face between Annette's legs as she stretched those legs out and held them
out with her hands. Then she moved her nimble tongue across the folds of
her pussy. She felt Annette shiver with delight and lust.
"Yes, Vanessa, eat me," Annette moaned. "Lick my pussy."
Annette reached down with her own hands and spread the pussy lips
apart. Without hesitation, Vanessa dived in. She lapped at the young and
sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Annette. Then she
brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through
Annette's shaking body.
Vanessa ran her tongue against Annette's clit, striking it with a
feverish feeling that made Annette feverish too. Feverish with desire for
more from this woman's tongue. And Vanessa was willing to give more, for
she knew that Annette would soon be between her own legs, returning the
favor with her own soft tongue.
Vanessa took the hardening clit between her lips and sucked on
it. She sucked and chewed and bit on the piece of flesh and felt Annette's
body respond to each touch. She knew she was driving her lover insane with
orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied Annette as she sucked. Annette
was feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing her head back and forth
on the bed.
Then in a burst of fire, Annette came with sighs and squeals. As
she came Annette took her hands off her tits and put them on the back of
Vanessa's head, pressing her head deep into her pussy, telling her dark
skinned lover not to stop until she had come with all her fury.
And then it was over. Annette relaxed and lay on the bed in a
twilight state of dreamy fulfillment. Vanessa lifted her lips from the
clit and licked her lips, savoring one last time the sweetness of her new
lover.
She smiled up at her lover. Annette opened up her eyes and smiled
down at Vanessa.
"Now you," she said in a whisper of love. "Now I want to eat you."
"Yes...." Vanessa purred. "I want you to do that"
Vanessa crawled back up the bed like a lithe panther. Lying beside
her young lover, she took Annette in her arms and kissed her again. Their
mouths opened and their tongues ran together. Annette could taste the
sweetness of her own nectar within her lover's mouth. For long minutes they
kissed lazily, savoring each other.
Vanessa knew that the lust would grow into fire again when Annette
began to eat her pussy. And Annette couldn't wait.
Annette kissed her ebony love one last time before starting her
journey down towards Vanessa's chocolate valley.
"I love you...." Annette said as she paused on her downward
journey. "I just want you to know that. I don't know how I can ever repay
what you've given me."
"There's an easy way you can thank me." Vanessa replied.
Annette looked puzzled for a moment.
The older woman spread her legs wide and pointed to her open pussy
and giggled.
Annette had to giggle too. She had almost forgotten.
"I will thank you in that special way," She assured Vanessa, " and
I will make it very special for you"
"I'm sure you will."
Then Annette began to move down Vanessa's hard, dark body, kissing
and licking her breasts, smelling the oily freshness of her skin.
Following Vanessa's example she tongued out the little black navel. She
moved her finger into Vanessa's other hole that was so sweet, so wet and so
inviting.
The aroma of sex and the taste of fulfillment almost made her pass
out with joy. Annette spread the dark lips apart and moved her tongue into
the deep cavern. The warmth of her mouth filled its hollow.
She heard Vanessa moan and felt fingers running through her long
hair. She was in heaven. No matter what came in the future, this would
always be a moment she would look back upon with delight.
Two days later they'd had their final fight and she was gone from
Annette's life.
"Can't live in the past." Annette thought as she dropped the scarf
back into it's bag. "As much as I'd sometimes like to."
Without hesitation, she dropped the bag into the wastepaper basket
near the dresser. A common friend had told her that Vanessa already had a
new lover -- one who was much more open about her sexual identity. If
nothing else, she missed the hot nights the two of them shared.
Stepping into the bathroom, Annette was about to start the water
running for her shower and then paused. It was only seven-thirty, much too
early to rush out the door. A bath would feel better than a shower. She
had plenty of time, after all, Scarlett's didn't even open until nine.
Annette eased herself into the old fashion tub that was one of the
things she loved about this old apartment. The heat of the water felt good
as it penetrated her body. The tub was wide and long enough that she could
stretch her whole body out.
After a few minutes of just soaking, Annette began to wash with a
large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good as it splashed across
Annette's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across her large mounds,
playing with her nipples. As always, it felt good.
Annette slid the bar of soap down between her legs and began
rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float free, she slipped a
finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan as she did. A second finger
followed, and then a third. Soon she was furiously pumping them in and
out. While the warm water and her fingers caressed her love canal, her
thumb played against her clit.
The 22 year old leaned and closed her eyes, letting herself drift
in her thoughts. It wasn't long before Annette's body began to tremble
with the approach of an orgasm. Her mouth formed a silent O as her legs
and arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her
naked form.
For long moments she just drifted there, even after her bodyquake
had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds of her heartbeat and the
gentle flow of the water as it bounced off her. Those first moments after
an orgasm were meant to be relished.
Eventually, the water began to cool and Annette lifted herself out
of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the old tub and onto
the tiled floor. She retrieved a large bath towel from hook on the door
and began to dry herself.
Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her
nipples. Annette stopped for a moment and took a long look at herself in
the bathroom's full length mirror and took stock.
At 22, she was just entering her best years and she was determined
not to waste them. Her breasts were a firm 36C, topped with bright pink
nipples. Her stomach was flat and lean, the result of a constant attention
to her diet and exercise. 5'7" and 130 lbs, her long dark hair reached just
below her shoulders. She ran her hands down across her naked body, enjoying
the touch of her own hand. As her fingers brushed against her tightly
trimmed bush, she gently slipped a single finger within herself, enjoying
the memory of only a few minutes before.
"Ooooo." she murmured to herself. "I do need to get laid."
After she finished drying herself off, The brunette open the sealed
bag and dressed herself in the panties and bra. Admiring herself in the
mirror, she smiled at the reflection.
"It was your loss, Vanessa." she laughed.
Annette took another ten minutes sorting through her closet, trying
to find exactly the right look to go with her mood. Finally, after trying
on three other outfits, she was satisfied with the look of the woman who
smiled back at her in the full sized mirror.
The outfit was simple but it made a statement. Slightly faded but
comfortable jeans and a wide black leather belt, both topped by a form
fitting black T-shirt. The flimsy bra she wore was almost invisible
underneath it. She wore only the slightest trace of make-up, preferring to
go with the natural look. The only jewelry she added was a pair of small
silver hoop earrings and a matching silver bracelet on her right hand. A
pair of equally comfortable but ridiculously expensive sneakers covered her
feet. Finally, the last item of her ensemble was a black leather jacket
that had once belonged to her brother but had long since been outgrown.
"Well I don't know about anyone else." she laughingly said to her
reflection. "But I'd sure as hell want to go to bed with you."
Her little joke was abruptly cut off in mid-laugh as the phone
rang. She hesitated a moment, thinking she should let the machine pick it
up. Then she remembered that the tape had broken and she was supposed to
pick up a new one on the way home tonight. In the excitement of getting off
early she had forgotten all about it.
"Hello." she said as she picked up the receiver.
"Hi sweetheart." replied a strong male voice.
"Dad..?" she answered, somewhat surprised to find his voice on the
other end of the line. "Is anything wrong?" she quickly added.
"No honey, nothing's wrong." he said reassuringly. "Can't I call
my favorite daughter just to say hi?"
"Of course you can." Annette replied as she thought that her older
brother must've been out if Dad was calling her.
They had a few minutes of casual chatting, before her father came
to the point of his call.
"Your mother's gone out with one of her girlfriends and I was
wondering if you'd like to come on over and watch a little TV with your old
Dad."
"Gee Dad, normally I'd love to." she said in her most dutiful
tone. "But I was just on my way out and ..."
"A date...?" John Delany interrupted."
"Well not exactly." Annette said. "But I'm sure there will be a
lot of interesting people there. You never know ..."
"Well in that case, let me let you go." he said, his voice a
mixture of both hope and disappointment.
"Bye Dad, I'll call you over the weekend." she said before she
hung up the phone.
"One of these days I'm really going to have to tell them." Annette
thought as she looked down at the phone. "Yeah, one of these days..."
Scarlett's Rose was located up on the upper east side. Ironically
enough, the cabaret was only five blocks away from the apartment building
where Annette had grown up and her parents still lived. During the day,
the nondescript front of the nightclub attracted little attention. It was
only after dark that the doors opened and it resounded with the sounds of
entertainment. By that time, all of the other businesses on the block were
long closed.
Annette had been a frequent visitor over the last few months.
Ironically enough, it had been Vanessa who had told her about the club.
Actually, she had told her about the existence of the New York club after
she had mentioned that back in California, where she had gone to college,
she had found a really great place to meet people or just hang out -- it
was also called Scarlett's Rose.
After a little investigation, they'd learned that there were over
twenty other Scarlett's spread over the United States and Canada. She
found that somewhat humorous, a franchise chain of lesbian social clubs.
Still, they had been the best nightspots she'd ever been in.
A wide smile came to her lips as she remembered how she and her
college roommate Karen had stumbled onto the club one night while they were
looking for another club in the same area. The place seemed pretty popular
so they gave up their search and decided to stop for a drink and check the
place out. They had just ordered drinks when Karen finally noticed that
there wasn't a guy in the place. Even the four bartenders were women.
Annette had noticed that fact immediately but didn't mention it.
She was curious to see Karen's reaction. Curious and maybe a little
hopeful that she might be a little receptive to the environment.
"Oh shit." Karen whispered to Annette as she leaned close to her
ear. "This is a dyke bar. Look at all those lezzies on the dance floor."
A small look of disappointment had flashed across the brunette's
face as she heard her friend use that derogatory term. She'd lost track of
the number of times she'd come home and found the door locked because Karen
was screwing the brains out of some jock or another. It was no secret that
she was heavily into guys but until this moment, Annette had hoped that her
childhood friend might be open to other avenues as well.
"So what." Annette replied in a neutral tone. "It might be kind
of interesting to hang around and take a look. Isn't that what college is
supposed to be all about, opening your mind to new experiences."
"Not this experience." Karen said quickly as she paid for her
drink and then began to step away from the bar, leaving the drink
untouched.
She got a few steps, then realized that Annette was still at the
bar.
"You're not thinking of staying here, are you?" she asked.
"No, I guess not." Annette had said as she looked around at all
the women standing at the bar. "But I'll definitely be back." she silently
promised herself.
During the remainder of their senior year, Annette managed to
visited the club at least two or three times a month. Needless to say, she
never mentioned it to Karen.
If anything, the Scarlett's Rose in New York was even bigger and
more opulent than the one Annette had visited while in school. They were
both decorated in a turn of the century motif but the Manhattan club was
almost twice the size. One common denominator, aside from the name was a
large oil painting hanging in a place of honor.
The portrait was that of a young woman in her mid-twenties. She had
long flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist which was the first
thing you noticed. It framed a creamy white complexion that in turn was
set off by dazzling emerald eyes. She wore a gown that was low cut,
revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her face. On the
bottom of the frame was a small, highly polished plaque that read --
Scarlett McMurphy - 1949.
On her first visit here, Annette had asked about the painting. One
of the bartenders had told her that it was a portrait of the woman that had
originated the string of clubs for women. Taking a longer look at her
beautiful face, Annette regretted for a moment that she hadn't been born a
half century earlier.
Ordering herself a drink, Annette sat at the bar and looked around.
There were only a few dozen patrons, the club had only opened a half hour
before. The dance floor and the second half of the club wouldn't even open
for another hour. She didn't see anyone she knew, taking that as both a
plus and a minus.
It was always hard meeting someone new. She always felt a little
awkward during those first chats as they sort of danced around various
subjects and felt each other out. Yet, there was always the chance of
running into someone who really hadn't worked out. That had happened to
Annette a few times as well. Octavia immediately came to mind.
She had met the 27 year old at the club's Halloween party last
October. Annette had come as a female pirate, her unrestrained breasts
practically falling out of the loose blouse she had worn. It had taken
quite a lot of liquid courage and encouragements from Michelle to get her
to go out like that. One look at Octavia had made her throw all caution to
the wind.
She had long straight black hair that stretched down to her waist,
with pale white skin that made it even more vibrant. Bright blue eyes and
even brighter red lips completed the image. The tight fitting dress she
wore, barely containing two mammoth globes, made her look like an erotic
cross between Morticia Addams and Elvira. It was lust at first sight and
they had met the dawn together. The attraction faded however when she met
her for lunch a few days later and found that Octavia dressed like that all
year round. All she ever wore was black. It was a little too strange for
Annette.
Then there had been Anna, a married woman she had met one
night. They'd had a brief encounter that only lasted a few hours in a
nearby hotel. Annette remembered she had the most beautiful nipples and
such caring brown eyes. Unfortunately she had been in New York only for a
few days on a trip and she had never seen her again.
The image of Anna kneeing topless over her own naked form suddenly
vanished from Annette's mind as her wandering gaze abruptly stopped at a
young woman sitting at a small table across the room.
"Annette, this could be your lucky night." she said to herself as
she picked up her drink and left the bar.
Carefully she navigated the room, which was already much more
crowded than when she had first arrived. She tried to keep one eye on the
woman's table, to make sure that she really was alone. In no time at all,
she was standing beside it.
"Do you mind if I sit down?" she said, already moving into the
empty seat before the other woman could answer.
"I guess not." she replied, slightly miffed at the fait accompli.
"Annette Delany." the brunette said with a smile.
" Antoinette Martinez." she replied without returning the smile.
Antoinette was a tall Puerto Rican woman in her middle 30's. About
5'9", she had a dark olive complexion and weighed about 150 lbs. Her frame
carried the weight well, the type of woman you usually described as
full-bodied. Short curly black hair topped a round pleasant face and thick
bright red lips framed a warm smile when she wanted it too.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Annette asked.
"I'm still working on this one." the darker skinned woman replied
as she lifted her nearly full glass to illustrate.
"Oh." Annette said discouraged as the meaning of her words became
apparent. "I guess this was a mistake."
Antoinette finally smiled. An action that caused Annette heart to
slightly flutter.
"Another night it might not have been." she said warmly. "I think
you're pretty cute actually. But tonight I'm looking for someone ... a
little older."
"Oh, I see." the younger woman said, a little disappointed.
"Actually, I was a little surprised when you came over."
Antoinette continued. "I figured you were looking for the same thing. It
is after all Wednesday night."
Now Annette looked confused. She had never been to Scarlett's on a
weeknight. Did Wednesday have any special significance?
"I guess you weren't aware that on Wednesday nights, the crowd in
here tends to be somewhat older than during the rest of the week. Just
like on Mondays it's much more butch."
"Is there any other night I should know about?" Annette asked,
feeling just a little bit embarrassed.
"Well, unless you get into a little bondage now and then, I'd avoid
Thursdays if I was you." the older woman offered.
"Do you come here on Thursdays?" Annette found herself asking.
"I have, when the mood strikes." she grinned in reply.
"Well, this has definitely been very informative." Annette said as
she got up to leave. "And I apologize for my error."
"No apology needed." Antoinette said, this time her smile was
genuine. "Like I said, another night and it might be a little
different. And by the way, my friends call me Toni."
"Well it was nice meeting you Toni." Annette smiled back as she
stepped away.
Taking a last look at the Hispanic woman's 38 inch bust straining
against the simple denim shirt she was wearing, Annette wondered what it
might be like to stop by on a Thursday night and meet Toni again.
Taking a seat again at the bar, Annette again surveyed the women
around her and this time noted that yes, they were an older crowd. Funny
that she hadn't noticed that before. Not that she had anything against
older woman. While not her first preference, she'd had a very brief fling
with her history professor back in college and she had been in her
mid-fifties. Like many other things during that time, it had been a very
educational experience.
An hour went by and Annette had a few more drinks before switching
to mineral water. She knew her limits on alcohol. She'd chatted with a
few more woman but failed to make a connection with any of them. She was
just about resigned to calling the night a failure and call for a cab when
she heard a voice call her name.
"Annette, darling." the high pitched voice practically screamed,
even though it's owner was only a few feet away. "How wonderful to run into
you."
"Oh shit." Annette muttered under her breath. "This is got to be
the perfect end to a really fucked up evening.
Even so, she put on her best face as she turned around to face the
woman who had called her name. She was taller than Annette, with longer
jet black hair that ran just below her shoulders. About ten years older,
she was wearing a light yellow jacket and black slacks. Visible beneath
the jacket was a black lace bra in lieu of a blouse. It was very similar
to the one Annette herself was wearing, the only difference being that it
was several sizes smaller.
"Hello Francine." Annette said, wishing she had left ten minutes
ago.
Annette hid her discomfort as Francine made kissing noises against
each of her cheeks. Mentally she quickly rehearsed her next lines, that
she was happy to see her but that she had caught her on the way out.
Tomorrow was a work day after all and she had to get in early for a
meeting.
Francine never gave her a chance as she immediately began chatting
away at a mile a minute. All in that nasal tone that Annette found so
irritating. Well it was something she'd brought upon herself, Annette told
herself. She'd just have to bear it for a little while.
Francine was a former hairdresser from Queens who now worked as
some sort of Nanny for some theater big shot. Annette didn't remember too
much of the story she'd told her because the younger woman was oh so very
drunk at the time. It was the weekend after she and Vanessa broke up.
Michelle was out of town and she had come up to Scarlett's in search of
some companionship.
A long time ago, long before she came to grips with her sexuality,
a friend of hers had told her a few rather crude lesbian jokes. One of
them had stuck in her mind and ever since that night with Francine had
become a watch-phrase she never forgot. That joke had been a question -
what was the lesbian mating call? The answer had been -- "I'm so drunk!".
Of course that would apply to anyone, straight or gay, but there
was no other explanation she could offer as to how she woke up in
Francine's bed the next morning. Personality wise they were poles apart.
If had been her fault, not Francine's. As such, she couldn't bring herself
to just brush off her obvious attempts at a second encounter. She could
only hope she would tire of trying.
Behind The Curtain
Part Three
by Ann Douglas
Looking over Francine's shoulder, Annette spotted Toni sitting at a
table with an older redhead. She couldn't see the woman's face clearly but
she looked to be in her mid forties. Also from what she could see of her
outline to see that she was even more endowed that the Hispanic woman.
"At least one of us is scoring tonight." she mused as she agreed
with some nonsense that Francine had just said.
Her supposition of her new friends success was in error as a few
moments later she saw her get up and leave the table. Curious, she watched
the woman she'd left behind as she finished her drink. Finally, she got up
to leave and turned that for the first time, Annette could see her face.
When she did, she almost dropped her own drink in shock.
"Omigod!" she blurted out, cutting off Francine in mid-word.
"What...?" a startled Francine said.
"I have to go." Annette said as she dropped the half filled glass
on the bar, her words rapid in their delivery. "Give me a call and we'll
get together.'' she muttered to Francine.
Before the yellow and black clad woman could say that she didn't
have Annette's number, the brunette was already lost in the crowd, making
her way to the door in pursuit of the woman who had just exited.
Annette burst out onto the street at a full run. Unfortunately,
the object of her chase hadn't gone far. In fact, she had only gone a few
feet outside the door when she had stopped to get something out of her
purse. As a result, the collision was inevitable.
"I'm so sorry." Annette said almost automatically as she lifted
herself off the hard concrete ground. "I guess I should've been more
careful and look ..."
Annette stopped in mid-breath when she saw that the woman she had
so spectacularly crashed into had been the object of her chase. At a
distance of only a few feet, the face she had thought she recognized from
across the crowded room was unmistakable. A lump filled her throat as she
managed to barely speak.
"Mrs. ....Mrs. Robinson." she finally managed to finally say.
"Oh my." Mrs. Robinson said, much more composed than Annette had
been. "Annette dear, how nice to see you again. Although I'm sure each of
us is a little surprised to see the other here."
"Surprised." Annette mentally repeated. "Surprised doesn't even
begin to cover it."
If she had to pick the last five people she would've ever expected
to run into at a lesbian bar, Sharon Robinson would have been the second or
third name on the list. Her mother would've occupied the first position of
course.
In no particular order, Sharon Robinson was the mother of her
oldest friend, her own mother's best friend, and the woman who was more of
an Aunt to her growing up than any of her mother or father's sisters.
"I guess we should have a little talk." Sharon said as she picked
up the purse she had dropped when Annette ran into her. "There's a rather
nice coffee shop about two blocks from here. I'm sure it will be much
quieter and private."
Still unable to form coherent sentences, Annette merely nodded her
agreement. By the time they were sitting in an isolated booth in the back
of the coffee shop five minutes later, she had again found her voice.
"I'll just have coffee, black." Sharon said to the pretty
blond-haired waitress who had walked back to get their order.
"Tea, milk and sugar." Annette said a moment later.
Sharon waited a few moments until the waitress was out of earshot
and then broke the silence they had shared since their collision in front
of the club.
"I'm sure you must have a hundred questions." she began. "But let
me talk for a few minutes and I'm sure that I can answer most of them
without much trouble."
Annette's silence signaled her assent.
"I guess the big question would be ... am I a lesbian?" the
redhead said. "The simple answer is ... yes I am. I have been all of my
life."
That single admission sent Annette into a tailspin. Mrs. Robinson
had been both a wife and the mother of two. True the 44 year old had been
a widow for almost fifteen years but to hear her say that she'd been a
lesbian for even longer than that was still a shock.
"Seeing that you were also in the club, I take it that you are at
the very least either bi-curious or something more." she continued.
The expression on Annette's face told her that the latter was the
case. In a calm tone she asked Annette a direct question.
"Lesbian?"
Annette nodded assent. Even that took a great deal of effort.
"I thought that might be the case listening to your mother talk
about your lack of prospective suitors." Sharon said. "You're much too
pretty a girl not to have guys trailing after you."
Mrs. Robinson's mention of her mother brought another even scarier
question into Annette's mind. She was afraid to even ask it because it
might bring an answer she couldn't handle. It took all of her courage to
finally put it into words.
"I talked to Dad earlier and he said Mom had gone out with one of
her girlfriends and I was ...."
"And you were wondering if I was the girlfriend she had gone out
with?" Sharon finished the question.
The answer had to wait a few very long moments as the waitress
reappeared at their table with their order.
"You can put that idea out of your head." she answered as soon as
the girl was gone. "I don't know who your mother went out with, but it
wasn't me. I love your mother dearly, but we're just friends and that's
all we've ever been. She doesn't know about this aspect of my life and
frankly, it's none of her business."
Annette exhaled a deep breath or relief and then took a sip of her
tea.
"In the same vein, I guess I should ask about you and Karen. You
were after all roommates in college and such." Mrs. Robinson said.
"It's the same situation." Annette said, "Karen is most definitely
straight."
Annette thought it diplomatic not to mention that her daughter was
so straight that she had screwed her way through half the male population
of their dorm. That wasn't something any mother wanted to hear, regardless
of the situation."
"I didn't think so." Sharon said. "Not that it would've bothered
me if the two of you had. It just would've surprised me, that's all. I've
always suspected that Karen was somewhat homophobic."
Annette could've confirmed that suspicion but chose not to.
Instead she was more interested in hearing the rest of Sharon's story.
"Where was I, oh yes." Sharon went on. "Like I said, I've been
interested in other women all of my life. I had my first experience when I
was 16. So I guess the question now on your mind is how did I wind up
married to Jack Robinson?"
The look of curiosity on Annette's face said that was the question
on her mind.
"Well at 18, I was still unsure of the direction my life was going
to take. It was 1970 and despite all those stories you might have heard
about the swinging sixties, a lesbian lifestyle wasn't very socially
acceptable. At least not in my household. I was unable ... unwilling
... to make the choices that I would've had to make to follow that road.
To make my parents happy, I tried to live a heterosexual lifestyle. I met
Jack on my first job out of high school and two months after that I was
pregnant. My knowledge of birth control left a lot to be desired."
The image of Karen's older brother Mike flashed through Annette's
mind. He was the baby, Sharon was referring to.
"The idea of being an unwed mother didn't appeal to me either so
Jack and I were married a month later. Seven months after Mike was born, I
was pregnant again, this time with Karen. Jack was nothing if not
persistent."
The younger woman gently nodded her head. She could see herself in
Sharon's place.
By the third year of our marriage, long suppressed desires could no
longer be denied and I had my first affair. It lasted six months until
Jack came home unexpectedly from work. In hindsight, I guess it was pretty
stupid having my lover over to my own home for a romp in the hay. But with
two toddlers, I didn't have that many options."
"Yet you stayed married?" Annette asked.
"That came as a surprise to me as well." Sharon replied. "Jack
never said a word about it. He simply moved into the guest bedroom and
never touched me again. Later, when he became ill, we made our peace with
each other. I really cried when he died."
Annette didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Sharon didn't expect
her to say anything.
"Can I get the two of you anything else?" the waitress asked as she
stepped back alongside the table.
"No thank you, ... Molly." Sharon said as she read the girl's name
off a small plastic tag on her blouse and gave her a warm smile. "Just the
check please."
Returning Sharon's smile, Molly ripped a small green check from her
pad and carefully placed it on the table in front of Sharon. No sooner had
she done so when the older woman dropped three singles on top of it.
"You keep the rest." she said as she did so.
"Thank you very much." Molly beamed as she picked it all up. The
tip was actually more than the cost of the two coffees.
Annette couldn't help but notice that Sharon's eyes followed the
sway of the young blonde's ass as she walked back up the aisle. It was
very apparent to someone that was used to doing the same thing.
"When I was young and unmarried," Sharon said as they got up to
leave. "I worked in a place a lot like this. Then, as now, the pay really
sucked. The only good thing I can say about the job was that Jack worked
around the corner from the diner and used to come in almost every day for
lunch. That was how we met."
Once outside, Annette felt a little awkward again. She wanted to
talk to Sharon some more, ask more questions but also didn't want to
intrude into her personal life. Thankfully, Sharon asked her to walk her
home.
"That's if you weren't planning to go back to the club of course."
the older woman added.
"No, I wasn't planning on going back there tonight." Annette
replied automatically. "Maybe tomorrow night." she added, again without
thinking.
"Bondage night?" Sharon asked inquisitively, her eyes opening wide
in curiosity.
"Oh is that what tomorrow night is?" Annette asked, knowing that
her ignorance was a lie. "A woman I met there tonight mentioned that I
might find Thursday nights interesting, that's all."
"I see." Sharon replied. "Well, I guess that some women do find
that sort of thing interesting, or so I've been told as well."
Sharon's answer made Annette wonder if her friend's mother was a
frequent visitor on Thursday night as well.
"Well we're here already." Sharon said as they reached the
apartment house where Annette's parents and Sharon both lived.
"So we are." Annette agreed, a little disappointed that it had
been only three blocks away.
"It's still early." Sharon said. "Would you like to come up for a
drink."
Annette thought about it for a moment. The chance that she would
run into her parents was rather slim. They lived on the fourth floor and
Sharon the twelfth. The only way their paths could cross would be in the
lobby and that was a remote possibility. And if by some random chance, she
did run into them, she could always say she had decided to come by and
surprise them and had happened to run into Sharon outside. She was sure
that if that unlikely eventuality occurred, the redhead would understand.
Even so, Annette waited nervously for the elevator and breathed a
sign of relief as they stepped inside. Thankfully, they were the only
occupants. That relief faded as the car stopped on the fourth floor and a
young couple stepped in. The woman, Annette immediately recognized as
being one of her parent's neighbors. Her name was Adrianne.
"Oh shit," Annette thought. "What if she turns around and sees me?
What if she mentions to Mom that she saw me here?"
By the time the elevator opened on the tenth floor, she realized
that she needn't have worried. All the while, Adrianne's eyes never left
those of her male companion. His name, Sharon later mentioned, was Edmond
and he lived in 10C. He and Adrianne had recently begun seeing each other
and were head over heels for each other. Since Adrianne still lived with
her parents, they probably couldn't wait to get up to the privacy of his
apartment.
Moments later, the two women themselves exited onto twelve and
quickly headed to 12B. Still a little nervous, Annette glanced right and
left down the long hallway as Sharon undid the locks.
"There, safe and sound." Sharon laughed as they stepped inside and
she closed the door. "And away from prying eyes." she added in a even
more humorous tone.
Annette felt a little silly about the whole thing now that they
were inside. After all, they weren't doing anything wrong. It wasn't like
they were walking around the building naked -- it only had felt that way.
"I'm going to make myself a little more comfortable." Sharon said
as she dropped her light jacket onto a chair. "You know where the bar is,
why don't you make us those drinks."
Without waiting for a response, she disappeared into the bedroom.
Of course Annette knew where the bar was. She'd spent almost as
much time growing up in this apartment as her own. And once they were in
their teens, she and Karen had snuck drinks from both their parent's liquor
cabinets.
Finishing the drinks, Annette picked up a large photo of Karen that
was sitting on top of the television. Next to it had been an equally sized
one of her brother, Mike. In many ways, Karen was a younger version of her
mother. The resemblance was unmistakable. Funny that she had never really
noticed it before. In fact, when she compared Karen's photo with the
wedding picture on the bookcase, they looked like they could be sisters.
They were both the same age in each picture, and both had a similar build.
That was one of the thinks Karen used to joke about, that her mother's one
really great gift to her had been a big bust.
"Okay, I'm ready for that drink now." Sharon said as she exited
the bedroom. "I really think they water them down at the club, figuring
that no one will ever notice."
Annette almost dropped the drinks as she turned around and look at
Sharon. She expected her to come out in a house dress or at the very
least, a robe and slippers. Instead, the attractive redhead was wearing a
loose fitting light green teddy that did little to conceal the mammoth
mounds beneath it. The dark circles around her nipples were very visible
through the light material.
"I hope you aren't shocked." she said as she took her drink. "But
I think it's rather silly to put on another change of street clothes when
I'm not going to go back out."
"No, not at all." Annette lied. "A lot of times I just watch TV
at night in my nightgown when it gets late."
"Oh, I don't wear this to bed." Sharon mentioned casually as she
led Annette to the coach. "I normally sleep in the buff."
With that, Annette took a rather large swallow of her nightcap.
Alone with their privacy, Sharon asked a dozen questions about
Annette and her life. In turn, Annette asked even more about Sharon's. In
many ways, she thought she was looking at herself in twenty years time. As
the two of them went on, the questions were becoming both much more
intimate and detailed.
"Have you ever had any fantasies about me?" Sharon asked the
younger woman in response to an admission that she'd had more than a few
fantasies involving her daughter Karen.
"Well, I can't honestly say I've really thought about it before."
Annette said. "I guess that before, I always had an image of you that
didn't permit picturing you in any other context."
"And now? ..." Sharon asked with a curious smile.
Annette hesitated a few long moments, thinking real hard about her
answer. A lot of her long held perceptions had suddenly turned around a
hundred and eighty degrees. She knew that relationships that existed
between adults and children changed when those children became adults in
their own right -- but never would she have imaged this situation.
"Mrs. Robinson..." Annette said quietly. "I think you're trying
to seduce me."
Sharon laughed at hearing that. It was right out of an old movie
she had once seen. And like the woman in that movie, she didn't seem upset
by the accusation.
"... And would that be such a bad thing?" she finally replied
after a few moments of silence.
Annette hesitated even longer before replying this time. Was this
wrong she asked herself. The woman sitting oh so very close to her,
producing such a strange reaction in her own body had been like a second
mother to her.
Then again, a second mother didn't really count. The rules that
existed when you were 16 really didn't apply when you where 22.
"No, I guess that it wouldn't be." she finally replied, her face
lighting up in the broadest of smiles.
Sharon reached over and took Annette's drink from her hand and put
in down on the coffee table next to her own. Then she leaned over and
kissed the younger woman on her lips. It was a kiss unlike the hundreds
they'd shared over the years.
After a few very long seconds, Sharon broke the kiss and moved her
head back a little. She'd been pretty sure of what Annette's reaction
would be but there was always the chance she could've been wrong. It was
funny in a way, because they were both substitutes in a way for women they
could never have. Sharon, in place of her daughter whom Annette had lusted
after since her 16th birthday, and Annette, taking the place of her own
mother who had fueled Sharon's sapphic dreams twice as long.
"That was nice." Annette said.
"Yes it was." Sharon agreed. "Are you sure you're comfortable with
this?"
In response, Annette leaned forward and initiated her own
kiss. This time the kiss was longer and even more pleasant.
The two woman traded kisses for a few minutes, their tongues making
the briefest of contacts. Sharon felt the soft touch of the material of
her teddy as Annette's hand brushed against her thinly covered breast. Her
hand closed on the older woman's large globe, tickling the hard erect
nipple as it did.
"That feels even nicer." Annette purred between kisses.
"It gets better." was the whispered reply.
Sharon pulled the edges of Annette's black T-shirt out from her
jeans. Then taking an even tighter hold on the material, she pulled it up
and over her head. A smile filled the older woman's face as she looked
down and saw the small perfectly rounded globes beneath, wrapped in their
fine black lace.
Easing the smaller girl back on to the soft cushions, Sharon
reached up with her large hands and cradled each of her mounds. Moving in
a counter-clockwise motion, she began to massage them, playing with the
small nipples with her outstretched thumbs.
Pleased with Annette's reaction, Sharon leaned over and kissed each
cloth covered nipple. Continuing to play with her left breast, the super
ran her tongue across the exposed flesh of the right, leaving a thin trail
of wetness.
Never missing a stroke, Sharon undid the small clasp that held the
fragile bra together, causing the thin strips to fall by the wayside. Her
mouth now sought out the rest of her guest's breasts and began to suck on
them. Her roving tongue now covering the entire surface them with wetness.
Annette shivered at the touch of Sharon's lips on her smooth flesh as her
tongue teased Annette's small nubs. Each lick bringing them to a new
hardness. Then her lips closed on them and every bite and nibble sent
waves through Annette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans which brought
great joy to Sharon, spurring her on.
The redhead nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her
tongue in circles around the areola. Then she began a slow journey
downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of her tongue as it
slowly moved down Annette's stomach and across her belly button. Lower she
went, nibbling her way to the precious prize below. Finally she reached
the thick leather belt and jeans that barred her from her prize.
"Let's get this off." Sharon said as she undid the belt.
Belt, pants and boots soon covered the carpeted floor, leaving
Annette clad only in her black lace panties. They didn't last long as
Sharon's fingers griped the elastic of Annette's panties and pulled them
down to and off her ankles.
Sharon reached down between Annette's legs and traced the outline
of her dark mound with her finger. Then it moved to the center and rubbed
against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she
slowly slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Annette's lips as
Sharon slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second.
Sharon kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the
center of Annette's ecstasy.
"Oh yes....Annette said as she reached down and guided Sharon's
head. "It feels so good...."
The smell of Annette's crotch made Sharon lightheaded. It was like
perfume to her. 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 never grow tired of.
"Oh God, Sharon," Annette said as her body jumped at the touch. "
It feels so wonderful."
Encouraged, Sharon moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out
Annette's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving
Annette wilder with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Annette
reached down and held the redhead between her legs, then lurched forward
with each movement of her lover's tongue.
Unable to use her hands any longer, Sharon reached behind and
grabbed Annette's ass cheeks. Taking a firm grip against the soft flesh of
her buttocks, Sharon pulled Annette's lower body harder against her face.
This caused her tongue to be pressed just a little deeper into her lover.
Annette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax.
Sharon could taste the increase in sweet nectar that was now beginning to
flow in a steady stream around her tongue. She opened her mouth wider in
eager anticipation.
The older woman was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey, so much
that her lower face was soon covered with it. She held Annette tight as
she screamed out loud and thrashed about it ecstasy. She hadn't had a
sexual release this good since Vanessa had left her.
Sharon continued to lick Annette's pussy, stopping only when the
smaller girl finally laid still. She lay there between her legs, softly
lapping at the delicious residue that had trickled down her thighs.
"Now its your turn." Sharon said as she looked up from between
Annette's legs.
That was all the younger woman needed to hear. She reached out and
pulled the flimsy garment off Sharon, exposing her large plentiful mounds.
No sooner were they exposed to the open air when her mouth was on them.
With a savage hunger, she took Sharon's equally large nipples between her
teeth and lips. The thought that these were the same breasts that Karen
had once suckled at brought a sinful thrill to her. One which caused her
inferno to blaze even hotter.
Even as her mouth feasted on Sharon's bountiful charms, Annette
slid her hand between Sharon's legs. Sharon wore no panties and her
fingers pressed against the bushy mouth.
Now it was Sharon's turn to moan as she felt the touch of a new
lover's hand.
"Oh yes..." Sharon said softly as she leaned back against the
couch and enjoyed Annette's dual ministrations.
The constant friction of Annette's hand against her clit sent
ripples of delight radiating out from Sharon's pussy. Coupled with the
delightful mixture of bites and gentle kisses on her breasts, it was enough
to quickly bring her to the edge of ecstasy.
Annette might not have had Sharon's years of experience but she had
learned a great deal in a very short time.
As the volume of the moans in Annette's ears grew in intensity, so
did the frequency of her penetrations. A small series of mini-quakes began
to rock the older woman's body.
Suddenly, Sharon's body stiffened as the cascading waves of bliss
broke on the shoals of her sexuality. Her pulse raced and her breaths
became shallow. A fine film of sweat covered her body.
"Oh God!" she panted as she collapsed exhausted. "I can't believe
how long its been since I felt so good."
Both woman laughed and held each other close. They shared a kiss
they both found intoxicating as they tasted their own juices in each others
mouth. They continued to share soft kisses, licking droplets of honeydew
from around their lips.
"That was really fun." Annette said laughingly.
"Care for a little more fun?" Sharon asked, a mischievous
expression on her face.
"What kind of fun?" Annette asked.
"Have you ever played with toys?" Sharon asked.
"What kind of toys?" Annette asked, remembering the earlier
mention of the Thursday nights at the Scarlett's Rose.
"Toy's like this." Sharon explained as she pulled open one of then
end tables and pulled out a rather large rubber dildo.
"Oh my." Annette gasped, her hand covering her mouth.
"I guess not then." Sharon said as she began to put the strap-on
back into the draw.
"Wait, please." Annette said. "I was just a little surprised,
that's all. It's not exactly the kind of thing you expect someone to have
in their living room.
"Well, normally I'd keep it in the table by my bed." the older
woman said. "But I was expecting company tonight and I kind of like doing
it out here."
"It does have a certain excitement." Annette agreed, remembering
that she liked to play around outside of the bedroom as well.
"So are you game?" she asked again.
Annette thought about it for a few more moments. She'd played with
vibrators and dildo's before, but had only been really penetrated by
another person during her three attempts at male/female sex. Of those,
only the time with Danny had been somewhat enjoyable.
"What the hell." Annette said. "Might be fun at that."
Behind The Curtain
Part Four
by Ann Douglas
Sharon wasted no time in adjusting the strap on the strap-on she
had shown Annette earlier. Hanging down between her legs, it looked even
larger than before. Strapped tight, a small nub at the base of the rubber
cock extended into her own pussy, rubbing against her clit.
"Now the real fun begins." Sharon smiled.
A sudden feeling of apprehension filled Annette at the thought of
being penetrating by that monster. It was bigger than any of the few men
she had known. She opened her mouth to say something but something held
her back. Annette remained mute as Sharon reached out and pulled her up
off the couch.
"Over the edge!" She ordered in an authoritative tone as she bent
Annette over the arm of the couch.
From a small tube in her hand, Sharon smeared a large amount of
clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo. Then she pushed her
slippery fingers down between Annette's legs and up into her already
lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening.
"Oooo" moaned Annette as she felt the initial intrusion.
Sharon pressed her naked body up against the back of Annette's
own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the head against the now
saturated tunnel.
"Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Sharon whispered into
Annette's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to love this." she
added with a kiss.
With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up and down
the length of Annette's pussy before taking a firm grip and pushing it
within her.
"Aaaaa!" Annette yelled as she felt herself being penetrated .
"Relax." Sharon said as she eased the dildo out a little, before
pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt.
Sharon reach around and rubbed her fingers against Annette's clit.
Doggy style was her favorite position, it gave her such a feeling of
superiority. Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top of
Annette's cunt helped distract her from the pain as Sharon began to thrust
deeper within her with an ever increased frequency.
Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing
pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Sharon could feel the walls of
Annette's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one more
time.
"You love this, don't you?" Sharon asked between thrusts as she
grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against
her.
"Oh yes," Annette panted as she began to match Sharon's rhythm and
draw the dildo deeper inside her.
Sharon slid her hands up and down Annette's body as she continued
to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight
against her breasts as she used them to pull Annette against her time after
time. .
Sharon pushed Annette's head and shoulders down across the arm of
the couch, giving her greater access to the depths of her pussy. The
constant rubbing against her own love button was sending her into
pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as both
shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex.
Words between them were no longer possible, the best they could
manage were animalistic grunts. Yet even those were being constantly
interrupted by frantic gasps for breath.
Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Sharon grabbed Annette's
dark hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her dark eyes,
Sharon pressed her lips hard against the helpless girl beneath her. The
taste of their tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to within
an inch of the abyss.
"Deeper." Annette gasped as Sharon's tongue slid out of her mouth.
Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for Sharon
to get any more inside Annette. At least in the position they were in.
"On the floor!" Sharon commanded as she pulled the dildo all the
way out. "On your back!"
Not even giving Annette time to comply, the older woman pushed her
onto her back. She followed her a moment later and rammed the large rubber
cock between her outstretched legs.
Annette screamed in ecstasy as Sharon drove the dildo it's full
length within her. Sharon's massive mounds pressed hard against Annette's
smaller globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples touched.
Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover, Sharon's
body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was imminent.
Beneath her, Annette was lost in a similar state.
Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Sharon was taken
by surprise when Annette reached up with her legs and wrapped them around
her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms
also wrapped around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock.
"Fuck me!" Annette screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry so
loud that for a moment Sharon wondered it she could be heard out on the
street.
One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that had been
building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were
consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through each of them.
Annette drove her nails deep into Sharon's back as an orgasmic
paralysis gripped her. Sharon continued to plummel the captive pussy that
was pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was gripped by that
same loss of control.
Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss was both
instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the sky and rivers of joy
caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts
raced uncontrolled.
As has been written many times, all good things must end and
eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled and their sweat
drenched bodies began to collapse.
Sharon was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on from
within Annette. Instead she simply stoked her now cool skin and planted a
gentle kiss on her lips. The fires of aggression had cooled within her,
and now all she wanted to do was rest.
The morning sun filtering in from the windows found the two of them
still intertwined. Sharon had awakened first but had been reluctant to
wake her guest. Instead she had just laid there and enjoyed the warmth of
her body pressed tightly against her own.
"Good morning, lover." she said when she noticed Annette's eyes
open. She added a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning." Annette said as she pulled herself away and climbed to
her feet.
"Why don't you grab a shower while I make us some breakfast."
Sharon suggested as she lifted herself off. "I don't have to be at work
until eleven."
"Sounds like a great idea." Annette replied as she gathered up her
clothes.
"You might want to call your roommate and let her know you're all
right." Sharon added, sounding once more like the mother she was.
"That's okay." Annette said. "She'll just figure I got lucky.
And she wouldn't be wrong." she smiled.
Even before Annette felt the first splash of hot water against her
soft skin, she knew for a certainty that last night's performance was not
to be repeated. It hadn't really been planned after all. In fact it had
been nothing more than the caprices of fate that it had happened. Still
she was glad it had.
If nothing else, aside from a night of enjoyment, her look behind
the curtain of Sharon's life had given her a great deal to think about. A
great deal indeed.
Monday morning found Annette sitting at her desk bright and early.
She'd quickly gone through any work that had piled up in her absence, there
hadn't been that much. Every few minutes she would look down the aisle at
an empty desk. It was a quarter after nine before the occupant of that
desk finally showed up.
"You left a note on my desk that you wanted to see me as soon as I
got it." Yvonne said with a look of concern as she walked up to Annette's
desk. "Is anything wrong?"
"No, not at all." Annette smiled back. "I just wanted to ask you
to lunch before you made any other plans."
"Sure," the tall woman replied. "One O'clock okay?"
"That would be great." Annette said.
As Yvonne walked back down the long aisle to her desk, Annette
again appreciated the sway of her hips. Thankfully, her friend hadn't
noticed that Danny's pictures were no longer on her desk. By this
afternoon there would no longer be any need for them.
END
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Priorities ....
A hundred years from now....
It won't matter how much money I had....
What kind of house I lived in ....
Or what kind of car I drove...
What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
Because I was important in the life of a child.
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