From: annd55@nyc.pipeline.com(Ann Douglas)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay
Subject: Scarlett's Cove (ff)
Date: 15 Jul 1996 21:13:12 GMT
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- Scarlett's Cove -
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD55@NYC.Pipeline.Com)
Part One
"Could you at least smile and pretend that
you're having a good time?" Arlene Taylor leaned
over and whispered to her companion across the
table. "It's only our first night here and people are
already beginning to stare."
The slightly morose expression on her
friend's face faded to be replaced by the sought after
smile. In the same quiet voice she answered her
dinner partner.
"I am enjoying myself." Jeanette Randolph
replied. "I was just thinking how much this little trip
is costing you."
"That's right, costing me, not you." the 37
year old blonde quickly agreed. "I wanted you to
come along and have a chance to unwind. Get a
little crazy. Have some fun for a change."
"I have fun." said the 34 year brunette.
"Sitting at home night after night making up
new lesson plans isn't what I'm talking about."
Arlene said in a corrective tone. "That's why I
wanted to get you away from all that."
"Well that you certainly did." Jeanette
finally agreed.
It was something of an understatement.
Actually, the small dinner table they were sitting at
was in the near center of a large dinning hall. The
hall was the main room of an 72 year old mansion
that had housed four generations of her owners.
The house itself was on the far edge of a tropical
resort that could easily accommodated five hundred
guests in delightful style. Finally, the resort was
situated on the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean
island of San Cristobal, some three thousand miles
from the two women's home in upstate New York.
The resort was known world wide as
Scarlett's Cove and it catered to small, select
clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby Club Meds,
its purpose was much the same. The one major
difference was self evident as Jeanette again glanced
around the large room. It was a resort for women
only, specifically lesbian and bisexual women.
This of course was no problem for either
Jeanette or Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been
aware of her preference for women since she was 16
years old. It was not however a preference she had
ever been comfortable with expressing publicly.
Even today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake
couldn't escape the fear that someone would see her
in such a place.
On the other hand, Arlene's attraction to her
own sex had only developed rather recently. Up
until two years ago, she had been married to a rather
successful and influential member of the
community. It was almost ten years into their
marriage that she discovered that her husband had a
long history of extra-marital encounters. When
confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she didn't
like it, well then she knew where the door was. Any
real love for each other had faded half way through
their marriage when it was evident that she wouldn't
be assuring the Taylor Dynasty with an heir.
Unable to turn to any of her so called friends
who cared more about social standing than anything
else, Arlene had drifted into an affair with a woman
she met at the local health club. To her immense
delight, she discovered that sleeping with another
woman brought out in her a passion that was never
evident in her relations with Collin or prior lovers.
The affair hadn't lasted long, but it had changed the
course of her life.
After a few months, she had finally gotten
the courage to seek a divorce from Collin. Arlene
realized all too well that despite his history of
infidelity, Collin still held all the cards. If ever
knowledge of her own lesbian affair came out in a
court hearing, she could be left with nothing. It
wasn't fair but it was the way it was.
Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most
considerate thing he'd ever done in the fourteen
years they'd know each other. The 45 year old
businessman suffered a massive coronary one Friday
afternoon while humping one of his new 20 year old
secretaries. While she never really wanted Collin
dead, just out of her life, the now widowed woman
was more than willing to take her freedom anyway
she could. And if nothing else, she could take some
small comfort knowing that Collin had left this life
doing something that he enjoyed.
Since neither had actually initiated divorce
proceedings, Arlene had inherited the bulk of the
Taylor Estate. It wasn't considered good manners in
polite company to discuss just how large that estate
was, but it turned out to be much more than Arlene
knew. Secure in her financial future, she had set out
to enjoy her life.
At a charity function at the local high school,
Arlene had rekindled an old friendship with Jeanette.
They had been close friends during their last two
years at Washington High, despite the difference in
their ages. Quickly reestablishing the confidences
they once shared, Arlene had confessed her new
sexual preference.
She was greatly surprised when Jeanette
responded that she'd been aware of the delights of
lesbian sex since the days of their first friendship. In
another reality, the two women might have now
become lovers in a passionate but brief affair. But in
the here and now, Jeanette was involved in a
relationship now going into it's fourth year and not
the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on the other
hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and
casual encounters. So the two women had become
even closer friends instead.
"I still can't get over this place." Jeanette
said as she finished her panorama of the room. "Who
ever came up with this place?"
Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett's
Cove until they switched planes in Jamaica and
Arlene sprung it on her. Originally she'd thought
they were going to Jamaica.
"Take a look at the painting over on that
wall." Arlene said in response as she pointed to a
large portrait hanging over a fireplace.
Jeanette followed her friend's direction until
she focused on the image. The young woman in the
painting appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Long
flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist
was the first thing you noticed, framing a creamy
white complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling
emerald eyes. The gown she wore was low cut,
revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white
as her face.
"That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy." Arlene
said. "And this house and just about everything
around it for twenty miles belongs to the McMurphy
family. Back in the twenties, her grandfather came
to the Caribbean to seek his fortune and like so
many others, he found it. Unlike most of the
families that established incredibly profitable
enterprises on the islands, Sean McMurphy was a
man of conscience. From the very beginning, he put
part of every dollar he made here back into the
island. He built the first hospital, then the school.
His son continued the tradition, sending the best and
the brightest of the island's young men and women
off to colleges in the States. By the time most of the
Caribbean Republics had degenerated into petty
dictatorships in the 40's and 50's, San Cristobal was
the jewel in the lake with a healthy, well educated
population."
Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a
degree in history yet had never heard of this island
until yesterday.
"That's just to give you a little broad
background." Arlene continued. "The story of
Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was
born right here in this house. Her grandfather was
so taken by her that first time he looked at his
newborn heir that he immediately christened this
cove - Scarlett's Cove. Back in those days, few
people said no to Sean McMurphy."
"But what's that got to do with this resort?"
Jeanette inquired.
"Patience, I'm getting to that." the older
woman continued. "Michael McMurphy only had
two other children, an older son, Sean Michael and a
younger daughter, Mary. Sean died in combat
during World War II, so Scarlett was now the oldest
and heir apparent. By the early fifties, Scarlett had
already attended some of the best schools in the
world and took control of the day to day operations
of the family business.
While it quickly became obvious that she had
inherited both her father's and grandfather's
business sense, it was also apparent that she had a
spirit that really didn't fit into the somewhat
conservative 1950's. Even more so, it was noticed
more and more that she spent most of her time in the
company of other young women and there was a
definite lack of male companionship in her life. This
wasn't for lack of offers, as you can see from that
portrait she was a beauty. Rumors began to
circulate, but not too loudly and definitely not within
earshot of "Big Mike" McMurphy.
A story went around that some cheap
tabloid was going to do a story about Scarlett that
all but called her a dyke in print. Legend has it that
the owner of that magazine was visited late one
night by some friend's of "Big Mike". No one really
knows what really happened but the story never saw
print and the company went out of business within
six months.
Scarlett continued to run the family business
until the mid seventies when she suddenly turned
control over to her two nephews, the sons of her
sister, Mary and retired to the island. A year later
she opened Scarlett's Cove. A place where women
like her could come and be themselves for a week or
two, away from a prying world."
"That's incredible." Jeanette said. "She
must've led one interesting life. "
"Led?" Arlene asked. "Sweetheart, she still
runs the place."
Arlene didn't answer, she just turned her had
back to the nearby portrait and took another long
hard look.
Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly
stopped when she saw a familiar face. It wasn't that
she knew the woman personally, but her beautiful
face was recognizable the world over - Courtney
Austin, the black pop diva. She again leaned over to
Arlene and quietly pointed her out.
"I know." she whispered back. "This is my
third trip here and you'd be surprised who I've seen
here. That's the beauty of it all, no one ever talks
about this place."
Arlene then recounted that last year a
reporter from one of those supermarket tabloids had
come to the island and had somehow gotten pictures
of a senator's wife who was also here. The senator
was planning a go for the presidency this year. All it
took was a simple phone call to the editor of that
magazine, who incidentally had also been a guest at
one time, and the story simply disappeared.
Arlene then delighted in pointing out two
more celebrities that Jeanette had missed. One was
C. K. Lane, another popular singer who was no
surprise since she had long ago publicly declared her
lesbianism. The second was a great surprise as
Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the nationally
known newsanchor. Jeanette never would have
guessed.
- Scarlett's Cove -
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD55@NYC.Pipeline.Com)
Part Two
"Can I get you ladies anything else?" a
sweet voice said from behind Jeanette. "Some
dessert, perhaps?"
The schoolteacher turned about to find a
young island woman standing at her shoulder.
Richly tanned olive skin gave her a exotic look
which was only added to by her long black hair.
What set her apart from many of the woman here
was that she was topless. All she wore was a piece
of white material wrapped around her waist like a
skirt.
Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of
the guests practiced it outside of the beaches.
Jeanette couldn't help but admire the dark nipples
only a few inches from her face. Arlene had
explained to her that none of the employees were
under any obligation to fraternize with the guests,
but at the same time there were no rules against it if
they wanted to. Money never entered the picture
because none of the guests carried any and any
employee that tried to solicit it was immediately
fired.
"No, not right now." Arlene said as she
gave the young woman a broad smile. "Maybe
later..... Mae." she added as she read the girl's name
off the small plastic name clip she used to keep the
makeshift skirt in place.
Mae gave a similar smile in reply that
suggested that dessert was definitely a possibility.
"You're incorrigible." Jeanette noted with a
laugh, ignoring the fact that she was looking at the
young woman just as admirably.
"This is true." Arlene smiled back. "So it's
a good thing I don't have your job."
"How so?"
"Oh come on now." came Arlene's reply in
a tone that was half serious. "Every day you have a
class full of sweet young things hanging on your
every word. Just by the law of averages, a few of
them have to be interested in, how shall we put it, a
little extracurricular exploration in alternate
lifestyles. Don't tell me you haven't at least
fantasized about it? Especially when the weather
turns warm and so much clothing comes off."
"I've learned to keep my personal and
professional life separate." Jeanette said in a flat
voice.
"I think I've hit a nerve." Arlene shot right
back."
Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black
woman stepped to the small stage podium at the
front of the hall and picked up the microphone.
"If I can have your attention, Ladies." she
began with a chipped British accent. "The auction is
going to begin in about 15 minutes so if you could
just finish up so the kitchen girls can clear the
tables."
The announcement brought a fresh murmur
of voices across the room. There was obvious
excitement in the air. Jeanette forgot her previous
thought and instead asked Arlene what this was all
about.
"Well it's pretty simple." she began. "Ever
see one of those charity bachelor or bachelorette
auctions, you know where they auction off dates."
Arlene nodded agreement.
"Well, basically its the same thing. We don't
carry money of course, but anyone who want to
participate can and then settle up when they check
out. The money goes to the college scholarship fund
and it's all really a lot of fun."
"You've done this before." Jeanette asked.
"Last time I was here." came the reply with
pride. "I went for $450, pretty impressive if I say so
myself."
"You never cease to amaze me." Jeanette
said.
"I never cease to amaze myself." came the
reply.
A small commotion at the large entrance to
the hall suddenly drew everyone's attention. At an
unseen signal, two tall woman standing by the wide
double door pulled them open.
"If you were really fascinated by that story
about Scarlett McMurphy, then here's your chance
to meet her." Arlene said as she spotted a familiar
procession.
Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of
women moved across the room. The crowd parted
in front of them as they moved and to both women's
delight their path would take them right by their
table.
About ten feet away, the last of the crowd
stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear
unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was
tall, 5'10", something that was impossible to judge
in the painting. Her long red locks were long gone,
replaced by short but full white hair that had been
woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her stride was still
that of a powerful, confident woman. Of course her
body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year
old of her portrait, but it still wasn't that of a 68
year old woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age
she wouldn't have gone past mid-fifties. Round
gold rimmed glasses framed bright green eyes that
had lost none of the fire or intelligence of her
younger days.
It was only when they were a few feet apart
that Jeanette realized that they were stopping at her
table.
"It's so good to see you again, Arlene dear."
Scarlett said. "You must find time to stop by my
office tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss the
new school."
"Of course." Arlene replied.
While aware that Arlene regularly spent a
large portion of the fortune she's inherited on
schools and such, she never knew her interest
extended this far. At the moment, she was more
interested in the two young women who
accompanied Scarlett. Both wore outfits identical to
the waitress from earlier and both were as amply
endowed. What set them apart was that neither was
a native. One was tall, blonde and blue eyed, the
other Hispanic and brown skinned. Both appeared
to be in their early twenties.
Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade
them to have fun and continued onto the stage. Once
they were out of earshot Jeanette mentioned the two
young women and asked of they were some sort of
honor guard.
"In a way," Arlene answered. "They're her
bedmates for this week."
"What?"
"From what I understand, Scarlett's slept
with two women a night since she was 30 years old.
It's considered a great honor, I've heard the waiting
list is almost six months long."
As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their
place on the stage, the auction began. The first
contestant was a pretty young blonde in her
twenties. She went quickly for $300 dollars.
Next up was an older woman who Jeanette
guessed to be in her early 40's. The schoolteacher
quietly remarked that the woman had a lot more
guts than she did, getting up there in front of
everyone like that. Surprisingly she went for only
forty dollars less than the young blonde.
As the next participant walked up to the
stage, Jeanette jumped up in her seat. The
resemblance was uncanny. It took both a second
and third look for her to finally conclude that the
Asian girl wasn't who she'd first thought she was.
Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back
and forth on the stage, Jeanette listened as the
bidding went on. A bid of $200 was quickly
replaced by one of $250 and that in turn by $300.
The young woman was beautiful, there was no
disputing that. In the brief time it took her to
acknowledge that, the bidding had passed $350. If
she had both the nerve and the money, Jeanette
would tempted to bid on her.
Then with a smile and a laugh, the young
woman who's name the auctioneer had announced
was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the small sarong she'd
been wearing and now pranced in the nude. The
bidding immediately shot to $500.
Watching her little dance, Jeanette's mind
began to wander to a time just a little less than a
year ago and to the woman Keiko reminded her of
so.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"Emi, I'm home." Jeanette called out as she
closed the apartment door behind her. "You
wouldn't believe the stunt my class tried to pull on
me today, it was old when I was a junior."
The sound of running water from the
bathroom sink told her that it would be a minute or
two before Emi was out. Picking up the mail from
the small table by the door, she began to flip through
it as she stepped into the small living room.
"Bills, bills, junk mail." she mused as she
dropped onto the well worn couch and tossed them
onto the coffee table one by one.
"Were does it all go?" she asked herself.
Sometimes it seemed that they were just
getting by. She made a decent salary as a teacher,
especially since she'd gotten tenure and Emi was
doing OK as a teaching assistant. She'd do even
better once she finished up those last few credits she
needed for her teaching certificate.
Emi and Jeanette had been together for
almost 5 years now and it had been with the 25 year
old Japanese woman that she'd found contentment.
It seemed like every day brought something new and
exciting.
"San Padre School District, San Padre,
California. " she read off the return address of a
long white envelope that was addressed to Emi. "I
wonder what this was?" she mused as she looked
into the empty envelope.
The brunette didn't hear the soft footsteps of
her roommate/lover as she came up behind her. She
suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands on her breasts
and she arced her head back to meet Emi's kiss. The
pressure of the younger woman's lips against her
own was enough to bring a pleasing tingle between
her legs.
"Hi babe," she said as they broke the kiss.
"Hi lover," Emi said as the short haired
woman swung her body over the arm of the sofa and
landed right on Jeanette's lap. "I missed you."
Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing
her tongue against Jeanette's. The kiss lasted a long
time, followed by a second and third.
"My you're in a playful mood." Jeanette
grinned. "What's brought this on?"
"I missed you that's all." Emi whispered into
Jeanette's ear, kissing it as well. "And I've been
wanting to give you something all afternoon."
Emi again cupped Jeanette's firm breasts and
squeezed them gently, massaging them. She could
fell the large pink nipples begin to stiffen under the
plain white bra her lover wore under her
conservative school attire. She again kissed Jeanette
lightly.
"Nice." she asked.
"Nice." Jeanette agreed.
SCARLETT'S COVE PART THREE MISSING
SCARLETT'S COVE PART FOUR MISSING
- Scarlett's Cove -
by Ann Douglas
(AnnD55@NYC.Pipeline.Com)
Part Five
Over the next half hour, Jeanette sat on
one of the beach benches and listened to Elaine's
tale. It was both the most incredible and at the
same time tragic story she had ever heard.
"After my first year at college, I came back
to Arrow Lake to see you." Elaine continued.
"All through high school I was certain that you
had in interest in women, but I never had the
nerve to find out. By the time I was 19 I'd found
that nerve."
Jeanette listened intently, it was like
hearing a replay of her own life.
I stopped by your house one day just
before you got home and waited outside. When
your car finally pulled up and you got out, I
became certain about three things. The first was
that yes, you were a lesbian. The second was that
the oriental girl you were with was your lover.
And finally, the last thing was "why would I ever
have thought that you or anyone else was ever
going to be interested in a fat ugly girl like me."
"Elaine, the first two were definitely true."
Jeanette interjected. "But never the third was
never, ever true. If I never realized your interest
in me it was because of your age, never because of
what you might have looked like."
"Well, true or not, I believed it.
Thankfully I turned that anger into a positive
thing. I learned to spend as much time developing
my body as I did my mind. Not a bad result,
huh."
"No, not a bad result at all." Jeanette said.
"In fact, I think you're beautiful."
"I've waited six years to hear you say
that." Elaine said. "It was worth it."
"So now what?' the older woman asked.
"All of my life, I've been a great believer
in the concept of divergence points. That you
have certain points in your life where different
elements come together and you can change your
destiny. If I hadn't waited for you that afternoon
and saw you and your lover, I wouldn't have
started taking better care of my body. If I hadn't
pulled over one night to help a couple of students
stranded with a flat tire, I wouldn't have met John
and Sally, my partners at Startech. The key is to
learn to recognize those turning points."
"And can you?"
"Not with certainly, but sometimes too
many different things come together to just be a
coincidence. I was already leaving the banquet
hall when they called your name. When I heard it,
I was intrigued enough to come back in to see
who also had that name. I never expected it to
actually be you. Then when I asked one of the
waitresses about the woman you were with and
found out that she was just your friend, I knew
that I had an opportunity to again change destiny.
The rest you know ."
"Which leads us to where?"
"Well, if nothing else, it finally gives me
the opportunity to do this." Elaine said.
With that, she pressed forward and kissed
Jeanette on the lips, bringing with that kiss, a half
dozen years of unrequited love.
Elaine was prepared to have all it all end
here, her hopes, her dreams, a thousand nights of
fantasy. All she wanted was this moment.
The kiss was oh so very brief, but enough
to give Jeanette the option of continuing or
pulling away. When it ended, Elaine paused for a
moment, then kissed her again.
Sensing no resistance, Elaine slid her
tongue between her lips and pressed it against
Jeanette's. Excitement ripped through her as she
felt the other woman's lips part to admit it. When
their tongues met, a jolt of electricity passed
between them.
More kisses followed, alternating between
quick soft kisses and long soulful ones. Their
hands slid up and down each other's bodies,
delighting with each others touch.
Softly rubbing her hand against the moist
mound between Jeanette's long legs, Elaine began
to match the action of her fingers with that of her
tongue. Soft expressions of delight began to issue
from the older woman.
Taking the quiet moans as encouragement,
Elaine reached up with her other hand and undid
the buttons of Jeanette's blouse. The small buttons
quickly gave way, exposing the large pale pink
breasts beneath.
Jeanette sighed even louder as Elaine
reached out and placed her hands against her
melon sized mounds. The nipples were rock hard
and the touch of her slender fingers sent shivers
through the older woman's body. The younger
woman experimentally ran her fingers back and
forth across them, delighting in the sweet sounds
emanating from her former teacher's throat.
Elaine reached back and pulled at the small
bow that held her bikini top in place. It instantly
fell away, revealing firm round globes as deeply
tanned as the rest of her body. It only took
another touch to undo the clip that held the skirt.
Even in the moonlight it was apparent that Elaine
made a habit of sunbathing totally nude.
Elaine looked into her mentor's eyes,
quickly loosing herself in their deepness. She
couldn't resist kissing Jeanette one more time.
While their tongues slide back and forth,
Elaine cupped Jeanette's breasts. Then she bent
down and replaced her hands with her mouth.
The caress of her warm mouth sent a string of
encouragement running from Jeanette's lips. Her
speech was so low that Elaine couldn't understand
everything she was saying. The tone however, was
unmistakable. That and the slight pressure against
Elaine's head as she was again guided to the hard
dark pink nipples.
Elaine nuzzled at each breast for a while
longer, running her tongue in circles around the
wide areola. Then she began a slow journey
downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail
of her tongue as it moved down Jeanette's
stomach and across her belly button. Lower she
went, nibbling her way to the precious prize
below. Her fingers griped the elastic of Jeanette's
shorts and pulled them around her ankles.
Without conscious thought, Jeanette stepped out
of them.
Reaching the now thoroughly saturated
panties, Elaine took a moment to relish the aroma.
An aroma she imagined on countless lonely nights.
She kissed each thigh, again and again, before
moving on to her prize.
Her fingers slid under the sides of the plain
white pants, gliding across the priceless pearl with
a gentle reverence. She kissed the object of her
desire though the thin wet material, then slowly
eased off Jeanette's panties.
It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally
a long loving caress. She could feel Jeanette's
body react to each stroke as she ran her tongue
across her clit over and over.
Jeanette began to buckle and spasm as
Elaine increased the intensity of her tongue's
attack. She slid her free hand down between her
own legs and slid first one, then two and finally
three fingers within herself. She quickly matched
the tempo of her fingers to that of her tongue.
Sweat ran down the older woman's body
as she shook with each new ecstatic jolt. She
could feel the rising crest within her and knew that
her first orgasm in so many months was near.
Elaine darted her tongue in and out of
Jeanette's tunnel of love, causing the waves of
pleasure cascading up and down the older
woman's body to double. The harder Elaine
moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated
Faster and faster the waves washed over
Jeanette, each bringing her closer to an
explosion . Tears ran down her cheeks as she
tried to delay the fire within her so that she could
enjoy each second.
With a yell, the history teacher climaxed
as she hadn't since that last night with Emi. Her
body shook for endless seconds as she took in
every aspect of her rapture.
Elaine followed with her own much
smaller orgasm seconds later as her fingers
covered with her wetness. A much softer cry on
her lips.
"Oh my dear God." Jeanette panted as
she collapsed against Elaine's kneeing form.
"I've missed that so much."
What she didn't say as she hugged the
younger woman was that it was the fulfillment of
her most forbidden sexual fantasy. That of
having a sexual encounter with one of her
students. Arlene had been so close to the mark
earlier that evening it had scared her. She was
afraid to even talk about her fantasy.
Both women collapsed to the ground,
entangled in each others arms. Silently they laid
there, caressing and kissing each other's body.
Finally, after what seemed an immeasurable
span, Jeanette lifted herself on top of Elaine and
softly whispered.
"My turn."
She hoped Elaine would forgive her for
ignoring her beautiful breasts, but she would make
it up to her later. All she wanted at this moment
was to loose herself in the fragrant scent of her
womanhood.
Elaine seemed to sense this and reached
down with her own hands and spread her pussy
lips apart. Without hesitation, Jeanette dove in.
She lapped at the young and sweet thing, moving
her tongue quickly and deeply into Elaine. Then
she brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing
sparks to fly through Elaine's shaking body.
Jeanette ran her tongue against Elaine's
clit again and again, striking it with a feverish
feeling that made her once forbidden lover
feverish too. Feverish with desire for more from
this talented woman's tongue. .
Jeanette knew she was driving the tanned
girl insane with orgasmic feelings. Looking up
she studied Elaine as she sucked. Her protege
was feeling her own breasts as she moaned,
tossing her head back and forth on the sand.
Then in a burst of fire, Elaine began to
come with sighs and squeals. As she came she
took her hands off her tits and put them on the
back of Jeanette's dark hair, pressing her head
deep into her pussy, telling her dream lover not to
stop until she had come with all her fury.
And come she did. With an orgasmic fury
that superseded Jeanette's explosion of only a
short time before. Never have she reached such a
plateau with any previous lover. Not even in her
wildest dreams had she imagined it would be this
wonderful.
Where Jeanette had shouted to the stars,
Elaine simply moaned in quiet satisfaction, the
tone of her voice not reflective of the bodyquake
assaulting her. Behind her closed eyes, bursts of
starlight blotted out the heavens. As the ripples of
passion began to fade, her only fear was that it
would never again been this good.
"Are you all right?" Jeanette finally asked
when the young woman failed to move after a few
minutes.
"I have never felt so right." Elaine said as
she lifted herself up into a sitting position.
"I thought we were going to talk about
this." Jeanette said as she pulled up along her.
"I seem to remember you telling me once
that actions speak louder than words." Elaine
replied. "And if I really wanted something, I
should reach out and grab it."
"I always knew my big mouth would get
me in trouble some day." the teacher grinned.
"I hope we have this much trouble every
night." Elaine added. "We have six more nights
here."
The statement hit Jeanette like a brick.
The last few hours she had been living in a fantasy
world. She didn't have Arlene's passion for
casual flings. The thought that this had been one
of them now troubled her.
"And then we go back to our lives."
Jeanette said, a touch of sadness in her voice.
"I guess so, but you never know what the
future will bring." Elaine responded.
"If you say so." Jeanette said, her elation
already started to pale in the light of reality.
"Remember what I said before, that I was
a real believer about divergence points and how
some things just seem to fall in place."
"Yes." Jeanette answered, feeling more let
down with each passing moment.
"Well you might have noticed that new
building they've been putting up about a half mile
from your apartment complex in Arrow Lake, the
one by Lake Drive."
"I've driven past it." the now confused
woman replied.
"Well I guess you've never looked at the
sign in front."
Jeanette just looked more confused.
"Future home of Startech" Elaine smiled.
"I made the decision to move back home months
ago. See what I mean about things coming
together at the right place and the right time."
"I....I don't know what to say." Jeanette
said, her face lighting up once more.
"Well, even after the building opens next
month, I still have to find a place to sleep. Think
you can help me with that?"
"I think that together we could come up
with something.' Jeanette beamed, suddenly
feeling a warm glow fill her heart - a glow too
long absent."
"Good, now that we've got that settled,
shut up and kiss me. We've got a lot of lost time
to make up for."
And in that moment, the student became
the teacher, and the teacher the student.
END
--
Ann Douglas