Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 22:00:28 EST
From: MissColly@aol.com
Subject: Irish Eyes

Irish Eyes
Colleen Thomas
MissColy@aol.com


The big Jag pulled into an empty parking place at the top of the
cliff. The Irish sea roiled under storm clouds beyond the guard
rail. A woman emerged from the powerful car and walked hesitantly
to the rail, tall and graceful in high heels. She was old now,
nearing her fifty-first birthday, but still striking, body lush
and curvy, the legs still well toned in their black stockings.
Her white silk blouse did little to hide a bust that had been
called the highest peaks in county Mayo when she was young. Her
face was lined now, but the small wrinkles gave her an air of
dignity and elegance, as did the silver crown of hair. Her green
eyes were beautiful and vibrant, although today they had a far
away quality.

She glanced back at the small park behind her. When she'd left
Ireland, the park had been a wood, wild and untamed. Now there
were several tourists in loud clothes with cameras strung to
their necks. An elderly couple sat on a bench and a young woman
with dark hair sat on a blanket on the ground. The young woman
seemed to be staring at Katherine, but Katherine decided that the
girl was probably staring at the sea.

What did you expect? Katherine asked herself. It was thirty years
ago, a promise made by silly young lovers in the heat of passion.
Marianne would probably be laughing if she knew you had traveled
all the way here to keep that date. Marianne. The image of the
small dark girl flashed before her eyes, Marianne dressed in the
same dress she had worn that warm summer's eve. Romantic old
fool, she thought and turned back to the sea.

Her thoughts came one after the other in a jumble, almost spoken
aloud: She should go now. She'd wasted a great deal of her time
on this trip and her company would go downhill fast if she didn't
look after it. She'd been foolish to come, and she would skip the
rest of her stay and fly back tonight; she should just be able to
get to Shannon and catch the flight to Heathrow. She would never
come back; this was her last time to touch her native soil. Too
bad it ended on a sad note, but at least she had a chance to
visit her mother's grave and say goodbye.

"Excuse me," a heavily accented voice said, interrupting her
thoughts.

"Yes?" Katherine said, turning to find herself staring into
Marianne's eyes. Deep green pools, with the distinctive circle of
hazel coloring around the pupil. Only these eyes were young and
belonged to the dark haired girl who'd been sitting on the
blanket.

"Would you be Katherine O'Leary?"

"Barrington. It's Katherine Barrington now. But yes, I was
Katherine O'leary once, long ago."

"My name's Heather. Heather Fitzhugh,"

The name meant nothing to Katherine. She had known a few
Fitzhughs in her day, but none she had been close to, and
certainly none knew she was coming to Ireland. She tried to
think, but she could not tear her gaze away from those eyes.

She said: "I'm sorry, but I don't know you."

"No, but you knew my mother, Marianne McQuire," the girl said
with a smile.

Katherine was shocked. But she could see it now. The resemblance
was uncanny, save for the girl's light complexion.

"She asked me to give you this," the girl continued, handing
Katherine a yellowed envelope.

Katherine's hands were shaking as she carefully tore it open. The
paper inside had been lilac-colored once, but it too was
beginning to show the discoloration of the envelope.

Dearest Katherine,
I regret I'll be unable to keep our date. I've never forgotten
our date, never forgotten you or those nights of passion on the
cliff. I have cancer and the doctors give me only another month
to live. I'm entrusting this letter to my youngest daughter.
She's devoted and a good child, the only one of my five I can
trust, and I hope she finds you on the cliff. I still love you...

Marianne

The letter was dated almost ten years ago. Katherine felt the
tears well in her eyes. The world faded into the background as
her sorrow rose. Thirty years had not diminished the feelings at
all. Mixed with grief was elation that she had not been
forgotten.

"Are you all right?" the girl said.

"Yes, child. Thank you," Katherine replied as she wiped the tears
from her eyes and tried to compose herself.

The young woman spoke in a soft voice: "I've guarded that letter
for over half my life, and at times the temptation to open it was
almost more than I could bear. At other times I wanted to throw
it into the sea. My mother spent three days writing it, and she
passed away the day after it was done. I felt so cheated that
that letter was more important to her than I was. I know you owe
me nothing, but if you would let me read it, I'd be eternally
grateful."

Katherine hesitated, then handed the letter to the girl. Although
she wanted to conceal her affair with the girl's mother, she
could not resist that soft pleading voice.

The girl read the letter and then looked at Katherine with an
unreadable expression.

"You were lovers?"

Katherine nodded. "Yes."

"And you made a date over thirty years ago?"

"Yes."

"And you kept it, and my mother would have if she could have. I
never knew."

"I'm sorry, child."

"Please, call me Heather. And don't be sorry, I appreciate this
glimpse into my mother more than you can know. I was only nine
when she passed away, and afterwards no one would tell me about
her. Father remarried immediately and my stepmother was extremely
jealous of memories of my mother. No one was allowed to say her
name in my stepmother's presence."

"Your mother was a very special woman."

"Would you tell me about her?"

=======

The small pub in the nearby village was almost empty now.
Katherine had spent almost the whole day telling Heather of her
mother. It had been a nostalgic, sometimes bitter tale, but the
girl seemed grateful for the story.

"I don't understand," the girl said. "If you loved each other so
much, why did you leave Ireland?"

"Times were different then. She was to marry on her twentieth
birthday and I was betrothed to a man who made his fortune in the
new world. It isn't like today, neither of us were prepared to
defy convention. Women who love each other have many more options
now than we did back then."

"Not really."

"Yes really. I married well, raised a family, outlived my
husband, own my own company, and have many female lovers. Thirty
years ago, owning my own company would have been reason enough to
ostracize me," Katherine said.

"Did you plan to make love to my mother today?"

The question left Katherine speechless for a moment. How does one
answer such a question? The girl's closeness was disconcerting.
She looked too much like her mother. Katherine suspected the girl
was a lesbian too. The young woman had been giving off all the
nonvocal signals, but still Katherine hesitated.

"It was a date made thirty years ago. I didn't know what to
expect," Katherine said, trying to be as tactful as she could.

The girl seemed deflated by the answer, and Katherine suddenly
realized the girl had been receiving such delicate, tactful,
evasive answers all her life.

"But I did get a room at the inn," Katherine said, "in the hope
we would go there."

"Can I see it? I'd like very much to see the room."

=======

The room was small, with the queen bed taking up most of it. A
room in a quaint little seaside cottage. Katherine was not sure
why the girl had asked to come here, or why she had brought her.
She had never been able to refuse anything to the girl's mother,
and she felt exactly like that with this girl.

The girl said: "This is where you planned to bring my mother? To
have sex with her?"

"Yes."

"Will you take me instead?"

Katherine was stunned. She looked at the young woman, but the
girl's face was serious and betrayed only a trace of
apprehension. Katherine suddenly wanted her, wanted to make love
to this girl as strongly as she had hungered after the girl's
mother. But she hesitated.

"Please?" the girl said.

"You don't know what you're asking."

A flush came to the girl's face. "I'm not a novice. I know
exactly what I'm asking. I'm asking you to make love to me, as
you planned on making love to my mother. Please? I'm begging
you."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure. You're the only person who has ever told me
anything about her. I know she loved you. She would have been
here if she could. Maybe I want to be her replacement so she can
rest well. Maybe I just find you attractive. Maybe I hope to
learn something of who she was, by who she loved."

Katherine said nothing. When the silence became unbearable she
asked: "You said you were no novice. Have you been to bed with
another woman before?"

The girl nodded. "Yes, I've had a few lovers. I never knew my
mother... If only I had I could have talked to her."

Katherine enfolded the young woman in her arms and held her
tightly. The girl hugged back with surprising strength, as if
trying to capture some part of Katherine's essence. Heather was
looking up at her now, those large eyes drawing her in like her
mother's had. Katherine gently bent her head and placed her
lips on Heather's.

It was a soft kiss, merely a pressing of their lips together.
Katherine was not sure how far this would go, and she expected
the young woman to back out at any moment. When she felt no
hesitation at all, she pressed her tongue against the girl's soft
yielding lips. Those lips parted easily and her tongue penetrated
into the warm wet cavern of the girl's mouth. She tasted like
cinnamon, sweet and delicate. As Katherine's tongue explored the
girls mouth, the girl's tongue began to respond, gently caressing
Katherine's. The kiss endured, timeless and breathless, and then
finally it broke.

A heat was upon them both, and Heather seemed to be consumed with
a fire that Katherine had never seen in her lovers before. The
girl's fingers plucked at the buttons of Katherine's blouse,
trembling so violently she seemed incapable of undoing them.

Katherine quickly helped, removing her blouse as the girl
watched. The girl's whole body seemed to be trembling now, her
eyes glued to Katherine's lacy purple bra. Katherine gently
maneuvered the girl to the bed and sat her down on the edge of
it. She caught up the hem of the girl's shirt and tugged it over
her head, causing the girl's dark hair to spill back over her
shoulders. Heather's bra was a simple white affair. Her breasts
were small, almost dainty, and the white satin cups seemed molded
to them.

Katherine turned and undid her skirt, dropped it to the floor and
then stepped out of it. She wore lace-trimmed knickers, a
suspender belt and stockings. The same type of underwear she'd
worn with Marianne so long ago. She smiled when she noticed
Heather's eyes drinking in the sight of her in her old fashioned
underwear. Heather's eyes were glued to her, following her every
movement. The girl may have had lovers before, but Katherine
realized that if the girl was telling the truth, then her lovers
had been the aggressors. Unlike her mother, she seemed very shy.

Katherine had had many lovers, and in her time she had been quite
the butch. As she had grown older and more sure of herself, she
had realized she was neither fully butch nor femme. She enjoyed
dressing and acting like a lady and she found women who did so
attractive. She also found butches exciting. She had long ago
dropped the labels and simply enjoyed whatever she was in
the mood for at the time. This girl was so like Marianne
in beauty, but so unlike her in temperament. She felt a maternal
feeling for the girl, but an undeniable hunger as well. It had
been over a year since she had taken a younger lover. She was
reaching the point where she enjoyed the slower, more relaxed
approach of older women.

Katherine unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor too. Her
bountiful breasts spilled out. They were no longer able to
support themselves, but were still an impressive pair. She stood
before Heather and watched as the girl tentatively reached out to
stroke one of the breasts. The contact felt as soft as a feather,
and sent a thrill directly to Katherine's aching sex.

Katherine controlled her lust and let the girl gently stroke and
explore, not rushing her. Eventually the girl leaned forward and
took Katherine's left nipple in her warm mouth. From simply
holding it there, she rapidly progressed to suckling like a
child, pulling hungrily at the hardened nipple. Katherine loved
having her nipples sucked and resisted the temptation to do
anything. She merely let the girl do what the girl seemed
inclined to do, and before long Katherine felt the beginnings of
an orgasm building. She gently removed her breast from the girl's
mouth and smiled.

"Lets get you naked," Katherine whispered as her hands slid down
Heather's shoulders and unhooked her bra. The small breasts
literally bounced when the bra came off. Delicate pink nipples
were revealed in the evening light. Heather seemed to need no
more encouragement. The girl unbuttoned her jeans, and Katherine
caught the legs and tugged them off. The girl's legs were well
shaped and long for her size. After that, they both removed the
cotton panties, revealing Heather's sex.

Katherine dropped to her knees and placed her hands on heather's
thighs. "Lie back," Katherine commanded.

Heather complied, lying back as Katherine examined her sex up
close. The lips were thin and a deep red, gaping slightly to show
the bright pink inner folds. A single drop of the girl's natural
lubricant decorated the small opening. Katherine kissed the
girl's inner thigh and felt a shiver run through her body.
She toyed with the dark pubic triangle with her fingers as her
tongue glided to the sensitive crease where thigh joined torso.
Heather moaned softly and Katherine moved closer to her center.

Then Katherine stopped. Reluctantly, she abandoned the girl's
pussy and stood back up. There was plenty of time, and she wanted
to take it slowly with this girl. She was not too concerned with
her own pleasure right now, she had long ago passed the
stage of needing it so badly she couldn't think of anything else.
Sex to her was a diversion to be savored, each thrill to be
enjoyed for all it was worth. She still became overheated, still
went crazy sometimes, but tonight her prime concern was to make
this young woman feel wonderful from head to toe.

She gently lowered the French knickers and stepped out of them,
aware of Heather's hungry eyes on her every movement. Katherine
saw the smoldering lust in the girl's eyes as she stared at her
fleshy sex. Katherine's pubic hair was still reddish, although it
too was slowly turning silvery white. Her lips were thick and red
and she knew the girl could see them peeking out from the cleft
between her legs. Knowing the girl was staring sent shivers
through Katherine's body.

Katherine returned to the bed and lay down next to the girl. They
kissed again, Katherine holding Heather's face in her hands as
their tongues danced in the girl's mouth. Heather seemed unsure
of what to do with her own hands, and her hands fluttered here
and there, never resting. Katherine broke the kiss and rolled
onto her back.

"Go ahead," she said quietly.

"Go ahead and what?" heather asked, her voice tremulous and
hesitant.

"Explore dear, do what you wish."

The girl reached out to tentatively caress Katherine's breasts
again. At first the caresses were soft and restrained, but soon
they grew bolder. Heather's hands were like silk, and Katherine
sighed in pleasure as the girl began to knead her breasts. Soon
Heather's hand trailed down Katherine's belly to stop at the very
top of her mound.

"Yes," Katherine hissed, drawing out the sibilant sound at the
end of the word as the girl's fingers moved lower. Heather's
fingers became bolder and began to explore Katherine's sex. In no
time, Katherine found herself bucking against the small hands.
She had not intended to orgasm, but the young woman seemed to
want her too, and she was unable to resist.

The girl's fingers found Katherine's clitoris and she began to
rub it in short circular motions. Katherine wondered again about
the girl's experience as she came. Delicious tremors ran through
her body, originating in her sex and rippling outward like water
in a pond when a stone is tossed into it. She came down slowly,
the girl's fingers still gently caressing her.

Katherine pulled the girl's body onto hers in reverse, the girl's
legs straddling her head in a classic sixty-nine position.
Katherine applied her tongue to the girl's inner thigh, working
upwards. Heather's sighs and whimper's told her the girl was
enjoying it. Katherine nearly lost her mind when she felt Heather
gently kiss the top of her mound. Heather's mother had been
voracious, licking and sucking with wild abandon. The daughter
seemed to be a gentle and reserved soul, but that only made it
sweeter to Katherine.

She traced her tongue along the small lips of Heather's sex,
taking her time, teasing the girl until her bottom was humping up
and down. Only when she could see the thick juices covering the
young woman's delicate flower did she push her tongue between the
satiny lips. The taste was wonderful, sweet as fresh honey.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Katherine pried the girl's
lips apart and dove into the pussy. Using long slow strokes of
her tongue, she caressed the inner folds, flattening her tongue
when near the entrance to the girl's vagina. Heather seemed to be
taking her cues from Katherine, and it felt strange to the older
woman to feel each of her tongue's actions mimicked on her own
sex. Almost like pleasuring myself, she thought.

Heather bucked against Katherine now, obviously in the grip of
strong passion as Katherine's questing tongue found the entrance
and probed it. The opening was hot, slick, and incredibly tight,
flavored with Heather's nectar. The younger woman's tongue fell
behind, losing contact with Katherine's sex again and again as
moans and sighs escaped from her lips.

Katherine reluctantly abandoned this area to move downwards to
the now visible bud of Heather's clitoris. She used the tip of
her tongue, sawing it from side to side between her lips to give
Heather's clitoris velvety soft caresses. She gently forced a
finger into the girl's tight vagina, feeling the silky soft
passage and thrilling to the inner muscles as they gripped the
her finger. She took the little pebble between her lips then and
sucked hard while still lashing it with her tongue. Heather
groaned and came, her orgasm rocking her small frame, her mouth
ceasing its work on Katherine's sex.

Katherine now began an assault on the girl's senses. She used
her tongue like a tiny cock to fuck into and out of the tunnel.
She used it like a rapier, just the tip, to feather the girl's
erect clitoris, and she used it like a rag to soak up the copious
juices now issuing from the girl. Like a virtuoso violinist,
pulling a sonata from a fine violin, Katherine wrung orgasm after
orgasm from the girl's body. Eventually, Heather screamed out in
the throes of an intense climax, and Katherine's face was quickly
coated with Heather's sticky cream.

=======

Darkness, the cool darkness of evening. A fresh breeze of the sea
brought with it the smells of the ocean. Heather lay in
Katherine's arms, gently nursing. She had been like this for over
an hour. Shaking occasionally as an aftershock tore through her.
Finally, the girl released Katherine's aching nipple.

"Thank you," Heather said.

"It was my pleasure. Did you find what you were looking for?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And I feel closer to my mother. I know now what kind of woman
she gave her heart to."

"I'll miss her," Katherine said. "Once we talked of running away
to America together."

"I've never been to America."

"It's a strange and wonderful place, but not as beautiful as
Ireland."

Heather raised her head and looked deeply into Katherine's eyes.
The older woman felt her will slip away. Like her mother's eyes,
heather's eyes were like an opiate to Katherine, draining away
her will to do anything but please their owner.

"Will you show America to me?"

Katherine smiled. "Whenever your heart desires."

Heather looked down on her then, those green eyes sparkling as
she took the nipple back into her mouth and returned to nursing.

The End