Date: Mon, 17 Jan 2005 16:56:02 EST
From: Kato5568@aol.com
Subject: Housecall/beginings/Chapter 3

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Housecall/beginings/Chapter 3


Very early on Saturday morning, Holly's shift was finally over.   There had
been a hundred things that had happen but the only thing she could  think of
was that she had the next two nights off.  She had last seen  Tracey on
Wednesday.   After a basketball game, she had stopped at the  hospital to eat
lunch/dinner with Holly.  They only spent a few minutes  together, but Holly was
grateful that she stopped.

 Tonight would be the first real date they had in a social  setting.  The
hospital and a private group were holding a fundraiser for  AIDS research.  Dr.
Greg Walosky had asked Holly to go to the event months  ago. Greg was the
co-chair and would be there with his partner, Mark.   Holly had been out to dinner
several times with the couple.  Greg and Holly  were very close at work and
with both being gay helped forge the  friendship.

Holly pulled into the parking lot of Tracey apartment complex.  It was  still
dark but the morning was about to break.  Tracey had given Holly a  key on
Wednesday.  She was quite funny about it.  "I know you would  get off work until
late.  And I can not guarantee that I will hear the  doorbell.  So just take
this and if you want to come over when you are off  work, you can."   Holly
smiled remembering how Tracey was stammering  over her words as she handed over
the key.
"I'll see you when I get off  work."  Holly said as she was heading off to
the next trauma case.   She held the key in her hand as she walked down the
hall way and towards the  ER.

The key slid in to the lock and the door opened.  The apartment was  small,
but extremely neat.  What did Tracey think when she walked into my  place,
Holly thought.  She had been to the apartment once before.  She  briefly came in
as they were going to a movie.    They had been  dating a little over a month.
They had met right after New Years and the  month was flying by.    This
would be the first time that Holly  actually slept in the apartment.  Every time
they would be together it was  at Holly's house.

Holly put her jacket on the back of a chair in the kitchen.  On the  table,
Tracey had left her a note telling her to make herself at home.  She  had
showered at work and her hair was slightly damp.  She set her bag down  on the
table.  She had an overwhelming urge to just hold Tracey.  She  wanted her to feel
the comfort that she was feeling.  The bedroom door was  slightly ajar and
she could see Tracey sleeping.

She a viewed a number of people sleeping before in her life.  None of  them
would she ever describe as sexy, but that was the only thing she was  thinking
as she watched Tracey sleep.  She lifted the covers and slid into  bed.
Tracey moved slightly.  Holly wrapped her arm around her and  held Tracey from
behind.  Tracey snuggled up against her chest and pulled  Holly's arm closer.
Holly felt a warmth rush through her as she  kissed Tracey temple.

 Tracey knew as soon as Holly opened the apartment door.  She had  been
waiting all night to see her.  She had cleaned the apartment until it  was spotless
because she was filled with nervous energy.  She saw Holly  briefly on
Wednesday night.  She could tell she was tried and running on  empty that night.
She gave Holly the key to her apartment that night.  Holly told her she would
see her when she got off work.  Tracey couldn't  wait to see her. It had been
ten days since they had physical contact with each  other.  Tracey was doing
everything in her will power not to grab her on  Wednesday night and kiss her in
the middle of the hospital.

 She felt Holly slip into bed with her.  The dampness of her  hair, the smell
of her shampoo, the feel of the hospital scrubs, Holly always  wore after her
shift.  She curled into her arm and snuggled up against her  body.  Holly
leaned over and kissed her temple.  Tracey's heart was  racing.  She turned to
face Holly.  They did not talk.    They stared at each other for a second before
they kissed.   Tracey  desired increased as they touched.  Her hands began to
stroke Holly's back  and pull her closer.  "I missed you" Tracey said as she
gentle caressed  Holly's breast with her finger.  The areola peaked as a lazy
circle was  traced around it.  Tracey replaced her finger with her tongue and
heard the  gasp of air from Holly.
"I thought you were asleep."  Holly  whispered as she pulled off her top.
Tracey's top slipped off her  shoulder.  Holly kissed her on the shoulder and
on her neck. "I missed you"  Tracey felt her shutter.
"Are you cold?"  Tracey asked as  she looked for the comforter.  Holly
pulled her back to face  her.
"I'm in love. I love you."   Holly spilled the words  before Tracey knew
what to do.  Tears formed in her eyes as she said  it.
"I love you.  I hate when I can't see you.  I  think about you all the time.
 I can't control myself when I am around  you.  It's 5:30 in the morning and
I'll I want to do is touch you and be  with you.  Don't cry."  Tracey wiped
a tear away.
"I'm crying  because I am happy."  Holly laughed nervously.  "You make me
happy."
"Well that's definitely more than okay."  Tracey  pulled off her shirt.
Holly grabbed at her waistband and pulled off her  sleeping pants.   "What's
with these?"  Tracey teased about the  scrubs as she slipped them off.
"Free laundry" Holly said as she  pushed Tracey back on the mattress.  "All
my free time is now dedicated to  a very special person.  No time for laundry."

"What do you have time for?"  Tracey teased as felt the wetness  between
Holly's legs.
"You."  She silenced Tracey with her lips.
***** *****  ******  ********  ****

Tracey had woken up around ten thirty.  She had talked to her mom on  the
phone.  Her family was very accepting of her choice in lifestyle.   She had a
pretty serious girlfriend, Jenny Cross in college.  Once that  relationship broke
up, She came out to her family.  She thought that her  father would be very
upset since he was a career military man.  He was very  accepting.  Her mother
on the other hand, was extremely upset and  disappointed.  Tracey was the only
girl in a family of four children.   Her mother's disappointment was more
towards experiences that she thought she  and Tracey would have.    Tracey
explained that she wanted to be  happy.  For her to be happy meant that she would
not spend her life with a  man. She hoped that she would find some that she
would be happy with.

Holly's declaration this morning had been unexpected.  Tracey had  these
feelings that she dared not to voice because of the newness of the  relationship.
She fell in love with Holly the first week that they spent  together.  The
sex was great but it was the little things that she  did.  A message on her
voicemail at ten thirty in the morning just to say  hi and let her know that she
was thinking about her.  Holly knew Tracey was  in class but when she got home
from work there was a message just to say  hi.  Or the email she sent before
the big basketball game wishing the team  good luck.

These were things that no one prior had ever done.  Tracey had dated a  few
people.  The strangest was a former student, Lori Williams that was in  her
junior year of college.  They dated most of the summer that Lori was  home.  They
played on the same softball team and hung out at the bay most  of the time.
One of the women on the softball team, Maxie had a house on  the bay with a
boat.  Tracey had even gone out with Maxie a coupe of times,  but they were
better friends.   Probably the most interesting  relationship had been with a
friend from high school, Donna Engle that she ran  into at a picnic.     She was
the first person that her  mother actually liked and accepted.  The
relationship lasted ten months,  but decided that it was better that they stay friends.

As of late, she had been too busy with finishing up her master degree,
coaching basketball and working.  When the accident happened, she was  sitting
right behind Carl, the driver.  Her assistant coach, Andrew  Thompson was on the
other side of the isle.  She and Andy had been talking  about brining up one of
the sophomore to the varsity team to help give her the  experience.    She
had just finished telling Andy of her thoughts  and bang!  A truck hit the bus
on the driver side.  Carl had a heart  attack.  The girls began screaming.
Michelle Stanley had been  sleeping with her legs stretched between the seats.
When the bus was hit, she  broke her leg.  Carl had been throw out of his seat
and hit the door pretty  hard.  Andy went with half the girls to General
Hospital.  Tracey  decided to stay with Carl and Michelle since they were the most
severe  injuries.

Once they were at the hospital and everyone was being taken care of, Tracey
was able to breathe for the first time in hours.  She had been sitting with
Michelle Stanley until her parents got there when Holly pulled back the
curtain.  It was all business with Dr. Graham.  She tried to develop a  relationship
with the patient by calling Michelle by name.  She was  attentive to the
parent.  When she looked at Tracey, there was a flicker of  emotion but it was
replaced by empathy.  She never let Michelle get over  worked regarding the
break.  It was more of a "let's wait and see"  attitude.    Being sympathetic she
offered to assist with the  registering of the patients and getting Tracey a
telephone to  use.    As she grabbed a chart and headed to the next patient,
Tracey forgot about the students.  She wanted to get to know this Dr.  Graham.
As she stopped and thanked her, she felt a connection to this  woman. They
barely spoke yet Tracey wanted to get to know this woman.

Although she was not quite thirty, Tracey had done some pretty wild  things.
Stalking however had not been one of them.  Technically, it  was not really
stalking.  She had a guess and took a chance that if Dr.  Graham was having the
emotion flicker; maybe she would stop at the closes gay  bar to the hospital.
 She had been to Coco's many times before and at one  time during college
could have considered a regular.  She knew Sheri the  bartender.  Sheri did not
remember her.  Tracey was happy about  that.  She never really cared for the
bartender or the way she talked too  and about the clients.  There was a friend
that she played softball with a  few years ago.  She made small talk as she
drank her beer.  She was  probably there about an hour or so when the door
opened and she heard Sheri yell  out to Holly.

Tracey heart dropped.  She was here.  She could be meeting  someone at the
bar.  What if she was dating someone?  The thought had  never crossed Tracey's
mind until that moment.  When Holly ordered a drink,  Tracey decided to go over
to her.  That had been over a month ago and was  she glad she did.

The telephone rang and Tracey picked it up on the second ring.  "Hey  what's
going on?"  It was Maxie on the line.
"Where have you  been?"  Tracey asked her as she checked the clock.
"I should ask  you that?  I was out and about last night and I heard you are
dating  someone."  Maxie laughed.  " I said I am always the last to  know.
What kind of friend are you?"
"Who told you? It doesn't  matter.  Yes, I am and I am very happy.  Where
were you out at last  night? "
"Yeah, me and Piper went bar hopping.  Some chicks were singing  at Coco's
and they were horrible.  So it reminded me of you! "
"You are  too sweet.  To remind me of how I can not sing."
" So Piper and I  were telling the story of how you were drunk that day at
the Bay and tried to  sing some Melissa song."   Maxie went on with the story
not caring if  Tracey wanted to hear it or not.  "Some chick is like I know that
 bitch."
"What?"  Tracey was not happy at this point.
"That's  what I said.  So Piper and I are all getting in this chicks face.
She  starts telling us about how she and ex were getting back together and you
popped  into the picture.  Taking her girlfriend away."
"Pam? Is that the  chick's name?"
"Yeah, that's her.  Piper shut her down  fast.  The damn cop in her, but
this chick has a bone with you.  She  didn't say anything else for the rest of
the night, but I wanted you to know."
"Thanks Maxie. Holly and I are going to a fundraiser.  We should get
together and hang out soon."
"That's a possibility. Don't worry about  it.  From what I could tell that
chick was just running her mouth trying to  spread things that are not true. "
"Thanks Maxie.  I'll call you  later."   Tracey hung up the phone and turned
to find Holly in the  kitchen behind her.

"Hey did you sleep okay?"   Tracey set the phone down and gave  Holly a kiss
on the lips.  "That was my friend Maxie, I guess Pam was at  the bar telling
everyone that I broke up your relationship. "

"You have got to be kidding.  You know what.  I will call her and  let her
know exactly where she and I stand…no where….we've been broken up for  over a
year.  It just like her to start crap."

"Let's start over today."  Tracey said as she handed Holly a cup of  coffee.
 "We could start over from this morning or…."  Holly smiled at  that
thought.  "Dr. Graham did I tell you that I love you."
"Yes, you  did but I like to hear it."  Holly put the cup on the counter and
gathered  Tracey up in her arms.  "I love you.  What do you want to do
today?  I am all yours. "
"Not to be the jealous type, but yes you  are."  Tracey looked around at her
apartment.  It was spotless.   Holly had never been there other than in the
foyer.
"You are a very neat  person.  You probably go into convulsion at my place."
"As a matter of  fact, I do but I think there are other reasons behind it."
She smacked  Holly on the ass as she went into the bathroom.
"What are you  wearing to the fundraiser tonight?"  Holly asked.
"It's a  surprise."  Tracey smiled as she stuck her out the door.
"Be  good.  I have seen that smile before.  We never even left the house
that day."
"I will be good.  You are the one that is usually bad."


**********   ***********   ************
Holly  had left Tracey's apartment around three thirty promising to be back
close to  six o'clock to pick her up.   A little before six, Tracey watched a
large black sedan pull up.  Holly got out of the back door looking  stunning.
She had left her coat in the back of the car.  She had on  black slacks that
accentuated her long legs and black blazer over a light blue  blouse that
showed just enough cleavage to realize that she was truly female.  Greg and Mark
also exited the car, but Tracey barely noticed.  Her eyes  were on the woman
walking up to her door.

 The invitation had been extended two or three weeks ago.  This  was a very
important fundraiser for Dr. Greg Walosky research group.  Holly  was going no
matter what Tracey answer would be but she really wanted her to be  there with
her.   Although, Greg in some way was Holly's boss, Tracey  could tell from
the way Holly spoke about him they were more friends than  colleagues.

 As soon as Tracey accepted the invitation, she called her mother,  Amanda.
She was in a panic.  She had never had to entertain doctors  or attend massive
fundraisers for AIDS research.  Thank God, Amanda was an  officers wife.  She
provided Tracey with a deli that would do a cheese and  fruit tray for her.
She recommended a couple of bottles of  wine.   This was nothing like having
the gal pals over after softball  for a cook out.    Amanda asked her what she
was wearing.   Tracey had no idea.  Her mother suggested that they go
shopping.

 "What do you think?"  Tracey had come out of the fitting room,  with a form
fitting black dress on.  The neckline plunged to reveal limited  cleavage.
The waist was tight but did not disclose to may  imperfections.    Sparkled
sequences were classically draped  across the outfit.  The dress fell about mid
thigh, showing off her shapely  figure.
"Sweetly you look sensational.  She must be  special."   Amanda could see in
her daughter's eyes and face that she  really cared about this new person.
"She is Mom."  Tracey  remembered the conversation that she had with her
mother less than two weeks  ago. "I'll bring her over to the house soon."
"Please do."

 The doorbell rang, as Tracey was trying to calm herself down.   She was
trying to latch the pearl necklace her mother had let her borrow.   She had pulled
her hair up into a French twist.
"Its  open."  She yelled from the bathroom.  She wore makeup on a regular
basis but tonight she wore a bit more.  She heard Holly enter the  apartment.  "
I `m in the bathroom.  I'll be right out.  There is  some wine and " She
stopped yelling mid sentence as she saw Holly's reflection  is the mirror.  "You
look gorgeous."  Tracey told her as she reached  to clasp the necklace.
Holly took the necklace from her hands and fastened  it.  Her hands brushed the
back of Tracey neck affectionately.  "Are  you alright."
"I am in awe of how beautiful you are.  You don't  even know how beautiful I
think you are."  Holly's voice was heavy with  emotion.  She kissed the nape
of her neck.
"You're gong to  make me cry…stop.  Are your friends here?"  Holly stood
behind her as  they looked at each other in the mirror.  "There is wine and a
tray in the  fridge.  Give me a minute."  Holly nodded and left.  Maybe it was
the fact that she had grown up a military brat that every time she got
comfortable and was happy somewhere, the family would pick up and move.   She was
feeling happy and comfortable at this moment.  Deep down she was  scared that a
move was just around the corner.

 "Hello."  Tracey came out of the bathroom within minutes.   Holly had
gotten out the tray and the wines.  "Sorry, I was still getting  ready."

 "No apologies necessary."  Greg was on his feet and kissing her  hand."
Holly you are lucky that you saw her first."  He winked at  Mark.  "I am Greg
Walosky.  It is a pleasure to meet you.  My  little Holly here has been grinning
ear to ear for the last couple of  weeks.  My suspicion is you are the reason
behind it.  This is my  partner, Mark Nagy."  Greg was very pale with light
blonde hair that was  slightly thinning.   Greg was of average build with a
little bit of  belly.  Tracey turned towards his partner, Mark.
"I believe we  know each other."  Mark stated as he shook her hand.  "I work
for the  school board.  I am the districts attorney."   Tracey felt the
color wash from her face.  As she recognized the dark hair gentleman with  the
mustache.  She had spoken to him a number of occasions with the  school.  He was
the only man that did not treat her as if she was a piece  of meat.  "Don't
worry honey.  The school will never know.   Believe me, " He tossed a look
towards Greg.  " You're the hotty at the  office."    Tracey turned red.
"I am sorry.   You just, I just wasn't expecting…"
"An attorney for the school board  in your home.  Let alone a date to an AIDS
fundraiser sponsored by the  hospital."  The men chuckled.  "Holly you be
good with this one.   She is a keeper."
"Is this the same hotty all the guys at the office  talk about during golf?"
 Greg asked.  Mark nodded.  "Ms.  Campbell you have quite a fan base."
"Dear God.  I need a glass of  wine."  They all began to laugh.  She felt
Holly's hand on the small  of her back.  A glass of wine was slipped into her
hand.  "Thank  you."

 There was a great deal of people at the fundraiser.  Greg was  very proud of
the success of the event.  Mark was very close to Tracey most  of the night.
She was very thankful especially when a very drunken surgeon  began to hit on
her.  Holly was mainly assisting Greg with mingling with  very important
attendees that needed additional pampering.  At one point in  the evening, Holly
stood at the microphone and gave Greg his honors as the  co-chair of the event
and one of the top AIDS researches in the United  States.
Through out the night Tracey would find herself  staring at Holly from across
the room.  She was so passionate about her  job, her friends, and her lover.
As Tracey thought about Holly, she  realized that they were lovers, not just
a girlfriends, not just someone you  called to talk to on occasion or just
have sex with.  She and Holly had  something special.  Mark & Greg had been
together for eight  years.  Could that be their future?  Three hours ago, she was
having  fears in the bathroom about being too comfortable.  Now she was
yearning  for an eight years relationship.  She had too much wine.
"What  are you so intensely pondering?"  Holly was standing next to her as
she  posed the question.
"Life."  Tracey laughed slightly with  her answer. "I have had too much to
drink."  She admitted. "Greg and Mark  are really great.  Thank you for asking
me to accompany you  tonight."
"I heard that there was a hotty down at the  school district that I just
needed to meet."   Holly whispered in her  ear. Even though Tracey could not see
Holly's face.  She knew she had that  teasing grin was on it.  "We can
probably leave in a little while if you  want.  I am ready to go home."  Holly placed
a discreet kiss on  Tracey's shoulder.    "I see these people majority of
time.   I'd rather be alone with you."
"Let's go home." Tracey  said.

Mark and Greg seemed more than happy to leave the fundraiser.  They  drove
the women back to the apartment.  Tracey snuggled next to Holly the  way home
holding hands trying to stay warm with body heat.  The exchanged  good-byes with
Greg & Mark and ran as fast as they could into the  apartment.

 Tracey entered the bedroom first.  She lit a few candles that  she had on
the dresser.  She flipped on the CD player she had put out  earlier.  She stood
in front of the mirror and lifted her hands to undo her  hair.  Holly stopped
her mid reach.  "Let me…I've been dying to do  this all night.  Tracey
watched her expression in the mirror's  reflection.  Slowly and gently Holly began
to remove pins from the dark  tresses. As Holly took each pin out she gently
kissed Tracey's neck.  Her  hands wove into the heavy locks that now draped
Tracey's shoulders.

 Tracey turned and faced Holly.  She removed her jacket and began  to
unbutton her blouse.  The candlelight flickers across her face as she  saw the
excitement in Holly's brown eyes, which were wide and dancing across  Tracey's
face.  She slid the blouse open and off her shoulder's.  She  stepped closer
placing her lips on the top Holly's breast.  Holly breathing  increased.  Her
fingers worked the bra clasp, leaving Holly breasts exposed  for Tracey's eyes.
Her lips kissed each breast as her fingers ravaged each  nipple.  As Tracey took
an orb suckled it, she unzipped Holly's  slacks.  Slowly sliding them to the
floor with the rest of Holly's  clothes.  Tracey stepped back and looked at
her lover.  She was  beautiful.  She was long legged, slim in the waist, average
size  breasts.  Her face was soft with fine lines that showed hard work and
determination.  Her eyes looked like a small deer at this moment.   Wide open
and watching for movement.  She loved to watch Holly's emotional  reactions.
Other people would not be able to tell what the doctor was  feeling, but
Tracey had learned to read the flashes in Holly's  disposition.  Tracey widened the
distance between them.  Slowly she  reached behind her and unzipped her
dress.  In one fluid motion, the black  dress slipped from her body and on to the
floor.  She had on a black lace  bra with matching panties and garter belt that
held up the sheer black  stocking.

In one stride, Holly covered the distance between  them.  She lifted Tracey
in her arms and set her down on the bed, as she no  longer held back her
desire.   She was taken back by the lingerie that  Tracey had on.  She had never
seen someone look so sexy and  desirable.  An urge to posses her was
overwhelming.    They  kissed deeply as Holly spread Tracey legs.  She felt the smoothness
of her  thighs and her hips.  She pushed into Tracey's genital with her own
thigh.  Tracey tightened her muscles around her upper leg. Holly pushed
eagerly.  Tracey's lace bra pressed up against her own chest and the fabric
tickled her nipples.  She pulled a strap off of Tracey's shoulder and let  one of
the peaking nipples free.  Her lips immediately greeted the  orb.  She could
feel herself climaxing by just touching this woman.
Tracey pushed her away for a moment as she freed her bra from between  them.
Her panties were permeated with her own secretions.  She leaned  back on the
pillows.  Her legs were spread with one of her knees bent and  open.  Holly
watched as Tracey moistened two fingers in her mouth than she  touched herself
with them.  Her eyes never left Holly's.  Holly had  never seen another woman
touch herself in this way.  If possible, she was  turned on more by it.
She moved  between Tracey's legs and began to kiss and lap the juices that
spilled  freely.  She rolled her tongue across her clit.  Drowning was the
thought, Holly had she could drown here at this moment and she would be forever
grateful.   Tracey pulled her towards her.
" Holly, let me  touch you."  Holly lifted her head to see the steel gray
eyes piercing her  " I need to touch you.  I want you."  Tracey leaned down and
began to  kiss her.  She could taste her own juices that were still on Holly'
s  lips.  She slid her fingers into Holly's vagina.  She stoked with her
fingers as her thumb found her clitoris.   Tracey had rolled on top of  Holly.
She stared down at the blonde as her fingers massaged the smooth  walls of her
vulva.  Their bodies began to grind in a frantic motion  together.  Tracey's
rhythm increased, as she struggled not to climax.  Holly's body shutter and a
scream of pleasure came from the woman beneath  her.  She felt the overwhelming
shutter cease her body as a ripple of  pleasure filled her. She collapsed on
top of Holly.
They lay there  very quiet with small touches between them.  Tracey nuzzled
into the crook  of Holly's arm.  Their breathing was shallow and fast.  Tracey
could  hear Holly's heart racing.
"I loved your outfit."  Holly  said as she played with a lock of Tracey's
hair.
"My mom helped me pick it  out."  Tracey leaned on an elbow and kissed Holly'
s lips.
"Remind  me to tell her what excellent taste she has.  Especially with the
garter  belt, school teacher my ass."
"Don't you dare."  She screamed  and slapped Holly playfully on the ass.

Author Notes: Sorry, it has taken so long to continue.  Thank you for  the
feedback.  I hope that you enjoy the next chapter.

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