Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 23:20:23 -0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Study In Scarlett - 2

	A Study In Scarlett
	by Ann Douglas
         (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Two

	After only a few hours of sleep, Alice
found herself awake and staring at the ceiling of
her bedroom.  Despite the long day, she found
herself fully awake. Dinner had been wonderful,
they had talked and laughed late into the night.
	She lay there for a few minutes, listening
to the sound of the soft crash of the waves against
the sands beneath her window.  Finally, Alice
decided she had to get up.
	The tall brunette sat up in her bed,
dropping her feet over the side of the classic four
poster.  Alice was wearing a full length sheer
black nightgown that she had been given at her
wedding shower two years before.  Her sister
Donna had sent all the way to Hollywood for it so
that Alice might have something really sexy to
wear on her wedding night. A night that had never
come about.
	Conventional mores stated that a girl was
supposed to go to her wedding bed a virgin. The
reality was that having the ring on her finger was
enough to open most girls' legs. Especially as was
the case with Alice and the groom to be, who was
nine years older and had seen military service
during the war.  Few men like that came home
virgins and didn't want to wait until the wedding
night.
	Alice wasn't too disappointed when she
lost  her maidenhood in a wholly unsatisfying act.
Both her mother and older sister had warned her
previously that it would most likely happen like
that.  Both of their husbands had deflowered them
in rushed, unfulfilling love making sessions.  They
did, however, assure her that it would get better
with time.
	By the second month of their intimacy
however, Alice had concluded that it wasn't ever
going to be any better than that first time.  It
wasn't that her intended was a bad or even an
inconsiderate lover.  Quite the contrary.  Based on
what she heard from other women, Jack was a
most thoughtful and caring lover.  And it wasn't as
if she wasn't trying as hard as she could either.
While in the Army, Jack had been introduced to
the delights of oral sex by a Parisian whore.
Unlike some of her more timid girlfriends, Alice
didn't consider fellatio or anything else that
brought someone you cared about pleasure an
unnatural act and willing engaged in it.  Jack
enjoyed her efforts immensely, but it still left her
feeling as hollow and unfulfilled as intercourse
had.
	 Three weeks before the wedding, Alice
had abruptly announced she was breaking off the
engagement and joining the Army.  She had
enrolled in a program that would send her to
nursing school in exchange for military service.
Neither her fiancee, nor her family, ever really got
an explanation for her sudden decision.  The
twenty-four year old had just packed everything
she owned into two bags and left a week later.
Alice liked to wear the nightgown while on leave
since it didn't exactly fit into Army life.

	Through the open window, Alice could
see the reflection of the full moon on the water,
but not the moon itself.  No longer tired, she
decided to step outside to have a good look at it.
	The house was as quiet as could be and
Alice measured her steps carefully as not to
disturb Scarlett.  The two small guest bedrooms
they occupied were next to each other on the main
floor.  Passing through the kitchen, Alice was
surprised to see small illuminations from out on
the patio deck.  Moving closer to the sliding glass
door, Alice could see a half dozen lit candles
spread around the verandah.
	Gently sliding open the door, Alice
stepped outside and could see a figure sitting near
the edge in one of the recliners.  Without being
able to see her face, she knew it was Scarlett.
	The redhead was wearing light magenta
colored pajamas, embroidered with flowers and
birds.  Her rich red hair hung its full length,
stretched behind her chair.  She was staring out
onto the horizon and as the taller woman moved
closer, Alice could see that all of the buttons of
the pajama top had been undone.  It was also clear
that Scarlett had one hand beneath the waistband
of her bottoms.

	Realizing that her younger hostess was
energetically engaged in what her mother had
described endless times as self-abuse,  Alice told
herself that she should just quietly back up the
way she had come.  She was too educated a
young woman to believe her mother's description
of the act she was witnessing.  In fact, she really
hadn't believed it when she'd discovered the act
herself when she was thirteen.  It was impossible
for her to believe that something that felt so good
could be bad.
	Truth be told, the scene unfolding in front
of her fascinated Alice.  The first time she had
ever watched a girl pleasure herself had been
when she shared a room with her sister, Donna.
She never really saw much, and definitely never
had the nerve to ask her about it. Still it always
enthralled her.
	In the almost two years since she'd joined
the Army, Alice had the opportunity to see several
other women pleasure themselves as well.  When
you shared quarters like they did, it was
impossible not to be aware of those late night acts.
The unwritten, unspoken rule was that even if it
was happening in the next bed, you turned a blind
eye to it.  Alice sometimes wondered if it was the
same way with men.  That had been one of the
reasons she was so anxious to read the Kinsey
Report.
	Even more unspoken than the precept that
you ignored another woman touching herself in a
sexual way was the even more prohibited act of
having another woman do it for her.  Back when
she was in nursing school, it had been rumored
that two of the students had been guilty of just
that.  No one would actually talk about it, but
everyone seemed to know.
	 The two girls involved had just failed to
show up at morning assembly one day.  No
announcement was made of their status, but the
word quickly got out that it was in your best
interest not to ask.  The one result that Alice
remembered from the incident was that it was a
long time after that before she heard the quiet
sounds of self-pleasure from one of her
bunkmates.

	Another memory quickly reasserted itself
as she watched Scarlett.  The remembrance of the
warm tingling between Alice's legs that watching
and listening to those other young women had
always produced.
	 It was the doubts produced by those
feelings that had caused her to cancel her
engagement at the last moment.  The lack of those
feelings in encounters with her boyfriend had sent
Alice on her journey of discovery, without even
knowing what it was that she was searching for.
She just knew she wasn't going to find it in Ethan
Falls or as Mrs. Jack Fisher.

	"I hope you're not too shocked."

	Alice's head snapped back at the sound of
Scarlett's voice.  It took her a moment to realize
that the younger girl had been aware of her
presence all along.
	Scarlett turned to face her, the folds of her
pajama top opening even more, giving Alice a
clear view of her candle illuminated breasts. The
sight sent a strong flush through the older girl.  As
a nurse, she had seen countless naked breasts, but
none in such a sexual setting.
	"Are you shocked?"  Scarlett asked again.
	"Was I supposed to be?"  Alice asked in
turn.
	  "I was hoping you wouldn't be," Scarlett
said.  "I was hoping that instead you might be ..."
	Scarlett didn't finish.  Instead, Alice
watched as the look of self confidence that she
had associated with her new friend faded from her
face.  The expression that replaced it was that of a
frightened young woman.

	"Oh God, what am I doing?"  she asked
herself aloud as a tear formed in the corner of her
eye.  "I can't believed I really thought this might
happen."
	"That what might happen?"  Alice asked as
she tried to control the beat of her racing heart.
	"When I saw you come out here,"  she
stammered, the tears becoming more visible.  "I
somehow thought that you could sense what I
wanted.  What I've been dreaming about since I
met you.  Somehow, I thought ... I mean I felt ...
oh I don't know how to describe it.  That you felt
the same things that I was feeling."
	The now crying young woman pulled the
top of her pajamas closed as she bent her head
down in embarrassment.
	"How could I even think such a thing," she
went on.  "How could I have gotten it so wrong."

	Scarlett hadn't noticed that Alice was now
kneeling next to her chair.  Or that the brunette
was gently stroking her long red hair, brushing the
strands away from her tear stained face.
	"Scarlett,"  she whispered as she wiped
away a tear with her finger.
	The brief touch of flesh against flesh finally
alerted Scarlett to the older woman's presence.
	"Scarlett,"  Alice repeated.  "You weren't
wrong."
	"What ... ?"  Scarlett asked as she stopped
her tears and looked up into the face of her friend.
	"I don't know how you would describe it
either,"  Alice whispered.  "But all those things
you thought I might be feeling as well, I do feel
them.  I know that women aren't supposed to feel
such things for each other, or so we're told, but
some of us do.  Somehow I think we were able to
see that in each other."
	"I've never tried to do anything like this
before,"  Scarlett admitted.
	"Neither have I,"  Alice said. "But if I'm
going to explore those feelings that have been
inside of me, I've always hoped I'd have someone
like you to explore them with."
	"Oh Alice, I was so afraid that you'd think
I was some kind of ..."  Scarlett confessed.
	"Never,"  Alice smiled, no longer wanting
to contain the thumping within her breast.

	As if to reinforce her statement, Alice
leaned over and pressed her lips against Scarlett's.
The warmth she found there spread to her very
soul.  A second kiss followed, this time initiated
by Scarlett.  Alice responded with all the fires
within her, sliding her hand beneath the folds of
Scarlett's pajama top to gently cup her ample
breast.
	"Oh Alice,"  Scarlett gasped as she felt the
strength of her hand pressed against her mound.
	Alice then took Scarlett's hand and pressed
it against the softness of her own lace covered
bosom.  An action that brought an even brighter
light to Scarlett's emerald eyes.

	Both young women stood and held each
other hand in hand, gazing deeply into each other's
eyes.  Scarlett could see her own emerald orbs
reflected in the deep blue of Alice's, as so many
other things were reflected within the taller girl's
body.  She pulled her body against her own and
held it as tight as she could, drawing on both the
warmth and strength she found in it.
	"I think I've fallen in love with you,"
Scarlett said as she held the taller woman.
	"I feel the same way,"  Alice replied as she
brushed Scarlett's long hair.
	"What are we going to do?"  Scarlett
asked. "You leave in two days."
	"We live those two days and not worry
about what happens after that."  Alice answered.
	"Oh Alice,"  Scarlett said as she kissed her
new found love once more.

	The two women continued to kiss and
fondle each other, removing bits of  clothing as
they went.  Scarlett took hold of the straps of
Alice's nightgown and slid them down her arms,
until the sheer black lace was bunched around the
brunette's waist.  Her small rounded breasts stood
exposed in the moonlight, the quarter dollar sized
dark areola drawing the attention of Scarlett's
eyes.  In the center of each circle stood small erect
tips the size of erasers.  Fingers outstretched, the
redheaded woman rubbed the tips of her fingers
against the small stubs, delighting in both their
hardness and the electric excitement just touching
them produced.
	"Oh yes,"  Alice said breathlessly as she
felt Scarlett press her fingers against her nipples.
	In turn, Alice ran her hand up along the
sides of Scarlett's chest, pulling back the still open
fold of the pajama tops.  Scarlett's breasts were
almost twice the size of Alice's, with bright pink
areola and thick nipples.  Alice pushed back on
the magenta shirt until it fell back and down to the
floor.  Before the material hit the wooden deck,
her hands were cradling the soft yet heavy globes.
	The older woman bent over and planted a
kiss on each nipple, rubbing her lips against the
warm, excited flesh and then her tongue against
the thick hardness.  The action caused Scarlett to
call out with joy.
	As a nurse, Alice was well aware of the
female body, and the sensitive spots it contained.
This was her first chance to explore those spots
and she approached the chance with unbridled
enthusiasm. She continued to kiss Scarlett's rich
mounds, running her hands all over the rest of her
exposed body as she did.
	Scarlett lifted Alice's face from her breasts,
letting her lips replace her nipples.  She kissed her
new love twice more on her lips, then dropped to
her smaller mounds.  She found them no less
delightful than her own.
	Scarlett continued to lovingly kiss her way
downward, pulling Alice's nightgown all the way
down.  When she reached the plain white panties
beneath it, she kissed the damp center, before
pulling them down as well.
	Alice's mound was large and very bushy,
the hair of which was as dark as that on her head.
With two outstretched fingers, Scarlett parted the
hair and pressed her lips against the brunette's
womanhood.  Her tongue pressed forward with an
almost religious fervor, sampling that which she
had only imagined on a hundred empty nights.
	Alice opened her lips to respond to the
warm wet embrace of her sexuality, but could only
managed an exhaled breath of  approval.  Despite
her previous sexual experience, it was the first
time she had ever been touched in quite that way.
Jack Fisher's interest in oral sex hadn't extended to
cunnilingus.
	Scarlett continued to gently explore Alice's
womanhood, alternating her explorations between
her tongue and her finger.  She slid her index
finger deep within the woman before her, both
stimulating the walls of her pussy and coating her
probe with the juices of her efforts.  Removing it,
she slid both her finger and the honey that covered
it to inside her own mouth.
	"Mmmmm."  Scarlett purred happily as
she savored the taste of another woman.   A kitten
presented with a saucer of warm milk couldn't
have expressed more satisfaction.
	The long haired redhead continued to lap
at her new ambrosial treat, as her hand slid up and
down Alice's legs and caressed the cheeks of her
ass.  She wanted to explore every inch of the
woman's body.
	Despite all of the quite expensive
schooling her family had arranged for her in her
life, none of those Institutions had a course in
lesbian lovemaking.  At least not an official one
anyway.  Following her eighteenth birthday,
Scarlett had sought to rectify that discrepancy.
	In order to further improve her fluency in
the French language, her father had arranged for
Scarlett to accompany him on a government trip
to Paris back in '46.  She hadn't been able to rid
herself of her embassy assigned chaperone long
enough to sample some of the unadvertised
attractions that had flourished in that city
throughout war, occupation and later liberation,
but she had managed to visit some of the more
interesting book stores.
	There, hidden among a score of French
language books, she had purchased what could
only be described as a very graphically illustrated
guide to the secrets of lesbian love.
	Scarlett had been very careful to hide the
forbidden book when they got back to their hotel.
She was sure her father would never understand.
How could he, when she herself didn't.
	Michael McMurphy loved his three
children as much as any man could, and only
wanted the very best for them.  But he was ill
equiped to deal with a daughter who began to
develop into a woman at a rate he found
disconcerting.
	 His wife, Diane, had died in childbirth,
giving him their third child, Mary. An old fashion
man in many ways, he tried to shield his oldest
daughter from what he believed would only be
premature male attention by enrolling her in one
of the finest all girl schools in the country.
	In was ironic that the absence of boys in
their everyday lives had the opposite effect on
many of the girls in the school, creating the very
situations "Big Mike" McMurphy was trying to
avoid.  What self control they might have on those
occasions when they got to be with young men
was quickly lost as long supressed hormones took
control.
	Following a dance or sporting event that
usually involved one of the associated all boys
academies, many a normally reserved young lady
found herself in the Dean's office come Monday
morning, trying to explain how she came to be
discovered in a compromising position.
	It was during one of those weekend events
that Scarlett had made an astonishing discovery
about herself.  She had known for quite some time
that unlike most of her schoolmates, the sixteen
year old had no interest in the numerous young
men who vied for her attentions.
	 Nor did she enjoy the rather graphic late
night discussions of individual male anatomy that
usually followed each of those social events.  To
her bewilderment, Scarlett realized that she did
however have an ever increasing interest in certain
of her girlfriends and their own maturing anatomy.
	The book, now safety hidden away in her
luggage, had been her first chance to put names to
many of the things she thought about.

	On the way home, the hidden book had
caused her a few moments of apprehension when
a curious customs agent opened it when they went
through Idlewild International Airport in New
York.  The strange foreign text might have been
incomprehensible to the middle-aged woman, but
the meaning of the numerous drawings and
photographs were unmistakable.  To the young
woman's relief, the gray haired officer closed the
book without comment, except to say "Enjoy it
honey."  as she handed back her travel case.
	Scarlett had spent countless secret hours
pouring over that book in the last two years, to
the point where her near photographic memory
could recall every page in depth.  Now that the
opportunity had finally presented itself, the
twenty-year-old promised herself that she would
sample every lesson.
	Rising back to her feet, Scarlett wiggled
her way out of her pajama bottoms, adding them
to the pile of clothing now on the deck.  To
Alice's surprise and enjoyment, Scarlett wore no
underwear.  Unlike Alice's mound, the younger
woman's was almost bare, except for a small red
triangle of hair at the top.  Scarlett had never been
particularly hairy on any part of her body, and
what there was of it, she kept neatly trimmed.

	Scarlett and Alice stood naked in the
moonlight, the warm breeze off the water
caressing their skin.  Scarlett reached up and
stroked the side of Alice's face with her fingers, a
look of pure joy on her face.
	"I wish this  moment could last forever,"
Alice said, her heart lost in the endless depths of
Scarlett's eyes.
	"We'll make it last forever,"  Scarlett said
with all the intensity that young love could bring.

	Hand in hand, the two naked young
women raced through the house, up the stairs to
the master bedroom on the second floor.  Scarlett
threw open the large double windows, filling the
room with the light of the moon and stars beyond.
Then she took Alice's hand and drew her to the
large antique bed that dominated the room.  An
heirloom had been in her family over a hundred
years.  It only seemed fitting that it be the site of
her most sought after happiness.
	The carefully set sheets on the old bed
were quickly tossed aside as Scarlett and Alice
held each other tightly, rocking back and forth
with abandon. Eager hands and soft lips explored
the other's body as no one had ever done before.
A passion born of love's fire burned in both of
their hearts.
	"Alice, I love you so,"  Scarlett gasped as
she pressed her body on top the older woman and
buried her face between her breasts.
	One after the other, the crimson tressed
fury took Alice's mounds into her mouth, lavishing
on them all the loving attention she was capable
of.  Scarlett reveled in their softness, in the
hardness of her nipples.  Her tongue caressing
them again and again, each touch bringing endless
bliss.
	Alice ran her fingers through the long
stands of Scarlett's hair, guiding her to the most
sensitive parts of her body.  She now fully
understood the depths of the emptiness she'd felt
when she had laid with Jack.  A void now filled by
Scarlett's love.
	Scarlett took her mounds in hand and
pressed them against Alice's, rubbing their nipples
together.  The dark haired girl took Scarlett's
larger globes in her own hands and lifted them to
her  mouth, sampling her lover's charms as she had
just sampled hers.  Now it was Scarlett's turn to
close her eyes and enjoy the pleasing sensations.
	They rolled over in the bed, bringing Alice
to the top and allowing her greater access to the
body now beneath her.  Quickly she spread
Scarlett's smooth legs and brought her mouth to
the small red trimmed mound found there.  She
kissed the center, then each of the sides.  Finally,
she reached out with her tongue, driving it deep
within.
	"Ooooo,"  Scarlett moaned with
excitement.  "I always knew it would be like this."
	Spreading Scarlett's legs even further
apart, Alice began to bring even greater pleasure
to the beautiful young woman before her.  She
didn't need her nursing skills to locate her prize,
the small clitoris beneath the folds.  Alice found it
repeatedly, each time sending surges of orgasmic
ecstasy through Scarlett.
	"Yes, oh dear God, yes!" Scarlett cried out
to the night sky, losing herself to a building
eruption that she had only felt before by the touch
of her own hands.  Hands now gripping the
bedsheet with all of her might.
	Alice pressed harder, driving Scarlett
deeper and deeper into the abyss.  A chasm she
couldn't wait to plunge into.
	She didn't have long to wait as the demons
of desire took hold of Scarlett's quaking body and
hurled her over the precipice.  She grabbed the
back of Alice's head and wrapped her legs around
the brunette's back.  The explosion between those
legs left its residue across Alice's face.
	Finally, Scarlett released her tight hold on
Alice, allowing her to roll off and drop down
alongside her. She closed her eyes as she lay there,
savoring a moment that she wanted to remember
forever.
	"The book,"  Scarlett said, not realizing
she was speaking out loud, "didn't come anywhere
near describing how wonderful that was going to
be."
	"What?"  Alice said, not quite hearing
what her lover had said.
	"I love you,"  Scarlett said instead,
realizing her error.  "And now I want to show you
how much."

	In less time than it took to say it, Scarlett
found herself between Alice's legs, duplicating the
actions she had just enjoyed the benefit of.  Her
earlier brief taste of womanhood spurred her on as
she remembered the many nights she had done this
in her dreams.
	Scarlett could hear the laboring of Alice's
breath and feel the racing of her heart. The
softness of her skin against her cheek was an
aphrodisiac, causing her own heart to race as well.
	Remembering her lessons well, Scarlett
began with a touch, then a long loving caress.
Finally, she continued with a hard, repetitive
thrust.  Soon Alice's body began to react to each
loving stroke.
	Alice buckled and spasmed as Scarlett
increased the intensity of her attack.  Sweat ran
down her body as the brunette shook with each
new ecstatic jolt.  She could feel the rising crest of
her own orgasm building within her.
	Scarlett darted her tongue in and out of
Alice, causing the waves of pleasure cascading up
and down her to double. The harder and faster
Scarlett moved her tongue, the more intense the
waves grew.
Faster and faster Scarlett went, each
move bringing Alice closer to climax. Tears ran
down the Nurse's cheeks as she tried to delay the
fire within her.
In all her encounters with Jack Fisher,
Alice had only been to the mountaintop twice.
On both occasions, she had fallen short of the
summit. This time, as Scarlett had before her, the
twenty-six year old spread her arms and leapt
into the darkness, embracing its euphoric
embrace.

	Scarlett and Alice lay locked in each
other's embrace as the morning sun filled the
room.  They had made love twice more during the
night, each time more intense than the last.  As
they pressed against each other, their hearts now
beating in unison, they knew they would be
forever joined.  No matter the distance between
them, no matter the years, they would always
share a connection.  Regardless who else ever
came into their lives, each would always forever
occupy a special place in the other's soul.