From: annd55@nyc.pipeline.com(Ann Douglas)
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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.   
   
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Ann Douglas