Date: Sun, 04 Jun 2006 10:56:44 -0500
From: Cameron P. <cameron9_24_81@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Trouble With Women part 1

      This story is purely a work of fiction and therefore any resemblences
to real people are not intented. The story contains sexual acts between
women, if this type of content offends you or you are underage, please do
not read it.

If there are any comments to be made you can reach me at the following
address: Cameron9_24_81@hotmail.com



 I was sitting at the table, not really knowing what to do with myself.
Everyone there was talking, idle chitchat.  They seemed to be having a good
time.  My two best friends and the best couple I know, Deb and Jen, in the
center.  They got this little group together.  A group of friends that they
had met through work or the many political groups and such that they're
involved in.  They met me through school.  I was a student where Deb was
teaching at a local college.  In the mix of all the conversation and
liveliness all I can look at is her.  Jen's friend, Caroline.  There was
something about her that just completely rendered me speechless.  She was a
masterpiece of a woman if I ever saw one.  She was everything a perfect
woman should be in my eyes.  Long, silky, slightly curly brown hair framed
her oval face.  Dark, almost black almond eyes that seemed to create a
sense of calm with everything.  Full, heart-shaped lips over finely chisled
teeth.  She was a beautiful, italian ancestored Madonna(speaking of The
Virgin, not the cheeky, over-sexed pop star).

  A voice in my direction snapped me back from my thoughts.  I focused my
eyes and mind back on the group, whom were all staring at me.  "What do you
think?"  Jen asked.  Deb voiced her opinion that I was obviously off in my
own world again, which I do often.  "She 's brilliant but she barely passed
my class with that imagination of hers!"  I blushed slightly.  I'm a bit
shy in bigger groups without the assistance of a few drinks in me.  Jen
repeated her question I had missed.  "What do you think about us all
finishing this up at our place?"  I told her that I had some papers to
finish up before I could really relax so I thought I was going to go back
to my house and work on them.  I wanted to get away from the group so I
wouldn't be tempted to offer Caroline my soul on a platter.  We all grabbed
our jackets and headed for the door of the restaurant.  I said my goodbyes
and regrets for leaving so soon and got into my car and headed home.


   I walked into the house, put my keys in the tray, made some coffee and
dropped myself in my desk chair.  I lit up a cigarette and sat back,
reflecting on the evening.  I haven't been taken with a woman like that for
some time.  I've had my share of relationships and flings.  However, they
were all with women whose age could have been determind to be twelve.
Therefore, my mind set on dating has been negative since then.

Perhaps I should explain a little about myself.  My name is Casey.  I'm a
twenty-one year old psych major.  I've been compared to a fourteen year old
boy more often than I can count.  I can see where the mistake could be
made.  I have short, thick blond hair, green eyes, and a five foot three
slim frame.  But, I figure, atleast I'm a damn pretty boy.  I fell in love
with the human mind at an early age.  Probably due from growing up in a
small town where everyone is completely insane.  I've always been a mixture
of shy and extremely sarcastic.  Due to this fact, the majority of my life
is spent in books.  Now, don't go thinking I'm so weird, twisted loner.
While I do prefer to be alone I do not discredit friends and the company of
others.  I'm just picky about my "others".  I love my friends to be
independant, creative, humerous, intelligent, and have a sense of basic
manners.  This is also what I require in girlfriends.  However, this is not
what I attract in female form.  I attract loud, abrasive, self oriented
rough necks.  So, for this fact I dropped out of the dating world.  But,
what am I doing rambling like this?  Get me talking and I can't even hear
the phone ringing.

"Hello?"

"Case?  It's Jen. Did you have a good time tonight?  Good.  Deb and I had
such a good time we want to have a little get together here this weekend.
We would like you to come."

"okay, I have some things to finish up but I'm sure I'll be able to make
it."

"Great!  We'll see you at 6ish?"

"That sounds good.  I'll be there.  Bye"

"Bye."

   Great.  Those two are always doing something.  I love them both but
they're social butterflies.  They know everyone everywhere.  Gay, straight,
purple, blue, if doesn't matter.  They know them and they're friends.
They're dead set on "prying me from my shell".  I rather like my shell
thank you very much.

  But enough of my jabber.  I have some papers to finish.



                                                               on to the
weekend



I never know what to wear to social functions.  Should I dress up?  Dress
down?  Casual?  Pseudo-casual?  More often than not I opt for a polo and
some jeans or khakis.  Tonight, I went for a white polo, flat front khakis,
a brown belt and brown casual shoes.  My fashion tendencies lean toward gay
male chic.  I've pondered this and realized it's due to over exposure to
gay men.  Which rack up most of my friends catagory.  I love gay men.  I
can't help it.  They have style, grace and humor.  Not to mention
unchallenged fashion sense.  I also give credit to my mother for my gay man
tendancies.  My youth was spent joining my mother in chorus' of showtunes
and dances from the delightful "Hello Dolly" to undeniably fabulous "Annie
Get Your Gun".  If I wasn't destined to be a fag, I don't know who was.

  I stood infront of the mirror for a last look.  Decided everything was as
good as it was going to get, grabbed my keys and headed out.

  Another one of my gay male luxeries is my car.  I scrimted and saved to
have enough to get the car I've always fancied.  My pride and joy and love
of my life is my 1995 BMW 3 series sedan.  In your basic Jet Black, of
course.  If it was ever possible for me to get aroused by anything, it's
this car.  Tanned leather interior, soft as butter.  And a sound system
worthy enough to ride along and listen to my broad aray of music from
Ludacris to Liza Minelli.  If I am anal about nothing else, it is my car.
I wash, wax, and clean it every weekend, religiously.  So this I guess,
could sum up my life.  Books, work, and car.  Don't be so hasty in
judgement.  I'm not as dreary as I sound.


I arrive at Deb and Jen's at 6:30 (fashionably late) and walk to the door
with my bottle of wine.  My mother always said, you never go to someone's
house without something to add to the occassion.  I think it's a wonderful
rule more people should follow.  Jen answers the door with glass of wine in
hand.  Which is something I love about her.  Jen is never complete without
a glass of wine.  She's not a drunk.  She's an "appreciator of fine wine".
I know the difference can be fuzzy.


"Hey girl!  Come on in"

"Thanks, I brought you some bottle or another."

"Awww thanks, but you didn't have to.  If I didn't know any better I'd
start to think you were calling me an alcoholic." She says with a laugh and
a wink at me. "Just go make yourself comfortable.  I think you've met
everyone here.  Deb's firing up the grill, so go mingle until everything's
ready."

  I wandered through the crowd for a little bit.  Talking to this person
and that.  But, after a while I started doing my usual routine of sinking
into the background.  So I went out to the side deck on the house and lit
up a cigarette.  It's a horrible habit, really.  But I started when very
young.  When you're under the impression that you're immortal and nothing
can hurt you.  And now I find that I can't stop.  But, all in all, my habit
makes me happy.

 "Enjoying the party?"

The sudden presence of a voice made me jump.

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

It was Caroline.  The beautiful olive skinned goddess I've been dreaming
about the entire week.

"No, no.  It's alright.  Yes, the party's nice.  But, after being to so
many of Deb and Jen's parties they all seem to run together.  Are you
enjoying yourself?

"Yes, everyone's so nice.  Deb and Jen are so nice.  They're the first
friends I've made since I've moved here."

"How long have you been here?"  I asked.  Not really concetrating on the
question.  Just focusing on those eyes.

"Not quite a year yet.  I moved here from Massachuset."  She said, with an
easy smile.  Not quite showing all of her teeth.

"Oh, I hear it's nice there.  What on earth made you decide to move to our
small little nest here?"

"I received a very good offer from a firm here.  They kind of made it worth
my wile to come."

"What do you do?"

"I'm a Divorce lawyer."

"Wow.  That would be a trial.  No pun intended."

She laughed airy and low.  "Yes, but I look at it this way.  I get all the
experiance of a marriage without half of my possessions being taken away
and none of the bullshit."

"That's a good way to look at things." I reply with my best attempt at a
charming smirk.

 She kept up conversation, telling me about herself.  Her family, school,
little things.  But I have to confess I wasn't listening.  I was focusing
on her.  Her style was timeless.  She had her chestnut hair up in a loose
bun.  Showing off her lovely face and a long neck.  She was shorter than me
by two inches.  A tight, firm body was caressed in a light pink button up
shirt.  Sleeves rolled to the elbows and khaki pants with the flair bottoms
with her feet in a cute pair of sandals.  I thought it was a bit chilly for
sandals.  But she didn't seem cold and it worked so well with the outfit.
She wore very little make-up.  Which I found very appealing.  I love a
woman that appreciates her natural beauty instead of trying to hide behind
a mask that costs God knows how much.

  I was brought back again by the tone of a question.

"So tell me about you.  I've been sitting here rambling on about myself and
haven't asked you a thing about you.  I swear, my manners are getting
atroshious.  You're just so easy to open up to."

I laugh "I suppose that's a good thing since I'm studying to be a
therapist.  The easier it is for them to open up the more money I can
charge them."

The comment rewarded me with a full smile.  "So, why a therapist?"

"I don't know.  I've always been interested in the human mind.  Each one so
different yet the same.  I like learning what makes people tick."

"So, what can you tell about me, then?"  She said with a raised eyebrow and
a smirk.

Was she flirting?  That would be too much luck for me.  But it was a rather
flirtacious comment.

"Well" I said.  Studying her for a minute.  "I see that you're beautiful
and confident, yet, you seem to have a general concern and interest in
others. And.."

All of the sudden Deb's voice carries out through the doors. "The food's
ready!" .  Caroline picks up her drink off of the deck railing and starts
walking back in.  She turns to me "Thank you for the free analisis.  Maybe
sometime we could get to know eachother better and you can make a more
thourough one."  She smiled that chesire cat grin and walked inside.  I
smiled to myself involuntarily, picked up my drink and cigarettes and
followed.


   I got some food on a plate and sat next to Jen.  The food was some odd
concauction Deb had gotten out of some cookbook or another.  To tell you
the truth I was a bit afraid to eat it.  But, that's the way it is with all
of Deb's cooking.  I lean over to Jen.

"What is this?"

"I'm really not sure...some tangerine chicken recipe Deb got off of some
web site.  I love her, but one day this odd cooking of hers is going to
kill me.  So, what were you and Caroline talking about?"  She asked with a
smile and a wink.

"Oh, this and that.  Just idle conversation, really."

"awww come on.  I see that look on your face.  You like her.  And, you'll
be happy to know she's gay and available.  If you ask me though, she looks
like a woman-eater."

"That crossed my mind, but I think she's just confident and self assured.
That does give off the vibe of cannibalism."

 After the food and conversations came to an end everyone got ready to go.
I stayed behind and helped Deb and Jen clean up and then headed out.  On my
drive back home I ran through my conversation with Caroline in my head.  I
mean, maybe it was just friendly flirting.  People do that, right?  The
more I thought about it the more I could feel a headache coming on.  So, I
just decided to let it go.  No use in getting my hopes up on another woman
that would turn out to be a mistake.  And then of course I'll get stuck in
another relationship because I'm too nice, or stupid to tell someone no and
hurt their feelings.  I'm just going to stop thinking about her now and go
on with my work.


A Few Weeks Later


   I find these days I spend the majority of my time either in my car or in
my study.  Right now I'm in the car driving to school to turn in an essay.
I've worked tooth and nail on this and now it's perfect.  Atleast to me
anyways.  I hate these long drives in to school.  I live about thirty seven
miles away from my school.  This is not by choice.  It just so happens that
generations ago someone in my family thought it would be a good idea to
settle in the woodlands of Virginia.  Imigrant logic, go figure.  So I
still live in this small town in my family's homestead with my mother and
our two cats.  I'm a womans dream.  I know, you don't have to tell me.

   I pull up to the school and drive into the student parking lot.  My
school is over 100 yrs old and it's been covered up by all of the
construction and build up of the city.  It is now located in "downtown".  I
didn't even think the city was big enough for a downtown.  But it is,
apparently.  So now the school is forced into the middle of all of the
other buildings, traffic, and hub bub of the big city. Large, historic
white buildings are what make this college.  It seems so serene in the mix
of everything.  Sort of like a haven from the outside world.  I walk to my
appropriate building and walk up the grand staircase leading to my
professors room.  Luckily, she happens to be in her office.

"Excuse me?  Professor Grant.  I'm here to hand in my essay."

"Oh, Casey, come in come in."  She says.

I always love visiting with her.  She's so sweet.  She never says a harsh
thing about anyone.  You can be the worst student ever produced by human
kind.  And she will still see something good in you.

She skims my essay.  Idly asking about my life.

"I see a few things that could be more powerful in this.  But, otherwise,
I'm very impressed, as usual." She smiles a warm smile at me.

We chat a little more about my essay.  What I can do to make it stronger.
And then I'm back out onto the gorgeous campus again.  I'm reading over my
essay where she marked some personal opinions in pen.  I figured I may as
well do them now since I have nothing more to occupy my time.  I wander
down to the coffee shop a few blocks down and order a cup of coffee and sit
in the table in front of the window overlooking the street and the
passersby.  I love watching people.  Seeing how they act in day to day
life.  It's like knowing a bunch of people without all of the drama that
people tend to produce and lug around like carry-on bags.

  As I'm sitting there watching people pass by, drinking my coffee, and
smoking a cigarette, someone taps my shoulder.  I start, and turn to see
Caroline beaming down at me with a cup of coffee in hand.

"Hey there" She says with a grin.

"Hey yourself.  What are you doing around here?"

"My practice is around the corner.  So I come here to get away from things
for a little bit."

"Well, if you have a little bit, would you like to sit down" I say, waving
a hand over the chair across from me.

"I'd love to.  I have some time before my next appointment."

  We sat there talking some more.  She asked about my essay and my studies.
I asked her how her practice was going. About 45 minutes later she looked
at her watch and said she had to get back.  As she was standing up she
paused.

"Would you like to walk with me back to my office?"  I agreed and got up to
follow her.

  As we walked on onto the side walk and turned the corner Caroline was
walking very close to me.  Our shoulders and hands almost touching.  She
stopped and walked into a brown , painted pair of french style doors.  I
obediently followed like a puppy.  A greeting was given to a woman I
presumed to be the secretary and she held the door open to an office.  I
walked in and admired the office.  To look so shabby from the outside it
was really quite comfortable.  Bookshelves lined most of the walls.
Accompanied by a few nice paintings on Moss painted walls, and a huge
cherry wood desk topped with a computer and covered in file folders and two
comfy looking leather client chairs.  She walked besided me and smiled.

"It's a bit of a mess.  I'm slightly unorganized."  She smiled sheepishly.

I laughed.  "I know what you mean, I'm the same way with all of my research
and papers.  It's a wonder I can get anything done."  There was a slight
awkward pause.  Neither of us seeming to know what to say.  "You have a
lovely office."  I ventured.

"Thank you.  It suites my purposes."  She started straightening up her
folders.  After a few seconds she spoke again.  "So, has Deb or Jen called
you about their Fall celebration get together?"

"Not yet, but there's probably a message on my phone about it."  I laughed
lightly.  "Are you going?"

She looked up from her papers. "I think so.  Their parties are always fun.
The people they know are wonderful."  As she said this she smiled and
looked at me deeply.  I felt myself involuntarily shudder. "Will you be
going?"

"Yes, they do seem to know everyone, don't they?  I'll be there.  They
never allow me to miss a get together unless I'm dying.  And even then I
think they'd wheel me in on a stretcher so I could go "in style"."

A buzzer went off and a voice came through the speaker phone.  "Miss De
Luca...your 2 o'clock is here."  She sighed and looked at me with a
regretful smile.  "I'm sorry to cut this short.  But I'm hoping to see you
at the party."  She took my hand and shook it firmly, yet with a soft
touch.

I smiled at her and wrapped my fingers around her hand, feeling the
softness of it. "You'll definetly see me there.  Thank you for the tour."
and I found my way out and back onto the sidewalk.

When I reached my car and I checked my cell I had a voicemail.  With
perfect timing it was Jen telling me about their Fall party and insisting I
come.  Not to mention innocently slipping in that Caroline was coming.  I
swear, they never stop trying to set me up.  They assume because they found
their soulmate everyone else in the world is destined as well.

They've set the date of the party for two weeks.  So, I can still work on
my essay and not have to worry with it for awhile.  Thank God.



The Evening of the Party


   I stand in front of the mirror debating what to wear.  So far I've gone
through most of the pants and shirts I own.  And still, nothing works.  I
finally decided on a pair of the fashionably "distressed" jeans that were
low rise and boot cut and a pale pink polo shirt.  I added a wide brown
belt and some brown leather thong sandals.  Next on my list was hair.  Have
you ever noticed that when you have someone to go with lots of people your
hair never does what you want it to?  My hair is Hitler.  The ruler of the
rest of my body.  Or, attempting to take over the rest of it anyways.  I
finally managed to get it to the Jude Law "Alfie" style I usually go for
and was mildly satisfied.  I made sure I had keys, wallet, phone, and a
tray of appetizers I bought earlier that day.  And, I was off.

  I arrived in my general timing.  About fifteen minutes behind everyone
else.  I walked in and set the appetizers tray in the kitchen and kissed
Deb on the cheek.  She shoved a drink in my hand and said Jen was in the
other room talking to someone and for me to just wander around and amuse
myself.

I talked to a few people I've met before. Got reintroduced to a handful of
people and eventually wandered off around the house seeing if Deb and Jen
had changed anything.  I ended up back on the deck smoking a cigarette and
just waiting for the evening to be over.

"Do you spend all of your time out here?"  A voice cooed from behind me.

I turned around to find Caroline standing there in a beautiful flowing
print dress, sling back flats, her hair in loose curls.

"The majority of it.  This is my part of Deb and Jen's house."  I put on my
best impression of an easy smile.

"I'm starting to think you're a bit of a loner." She walked up beside me
and sat her drink down.

"And I'm starting to think you're Cat Woman.  I never hear you coming."

This got the most radiant smile I've ever seen with slightly narrowed eyes.

"Well, I think it's a good thing you never hear me coming.  I have a
feeling if you did you'd run." She said with a smirk.

"And why would I run?"  I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She leaned easily against the deck rail and said "From what I've heard of
you, you've seemed to have sworn off women like the plague."

I laughed, amused with her honesty.  "The plague?  No.  The beginning of
the Apocalypse ?  Yes."

Her head flung back and she laughed loudly.  Her long neck completely
exposed.  God, everything about her was gorgeous.

"Why this fear of women?"  Now she was the one with the raised eyebrow and
amused expression.

"Well, in my experiance, they've been more trouble than they're worth.  I
trust my research and my books, it's never fucked me over or been
completely off it's rocker."

Her eyes connected with mine intently.  "Perhaps, you haven't been looking
at the right women."

Before I knew what happened she had me pushed against the deck railing.
Her gorgeous full lips were pushed against mine, her tongue licking the lip
space available to her. Those beautiful hands were tangled in my hair so I
couldn't pull away.  I went insane with passion for her.  My tongue
wrestled with her, my hands on her beautiful, soft face.  I could feel the
breath from her nose on my face.  I flipped around and pushed her against
the railing, putting my knee between her legs and pushing.  She moaned in
my mouth and gripped my hair tighter.  My hands had moved down to her
exquisit ass, caressing and pulling her further into me.  My lips broke
from hers and I kissed all across her face.  Her cheeks, nose, eyes,
forehead.  I couldn't control myself.  My kisses moved across her jaw down
to her neck.  I was thrusting against her and kissing, sucking, and licking
every part of her neck I could reach.  She tasted of vanilla.  She pushed
my head aside with hers and started exploring my neck with her lips and
tongue.  I moved my hand and placed in over her clit still pushing myself
into her.  She let out a low, guteral moan and bit my neck.  I groaned
against her and started rubbing against her furiously.  In the mix of all
this lust and passion with this gorgeous woman my mind suddenly came back
to me and I pulled away from her.  She looked at me curiously, longingly.

"I'm..I'm sorry" I stammered and ran into the house and throught the crowd,
grabbed my coat and got in my car like it was sancuary in a church.  I sat
there and beat on the steering wheel.  "Damn it Damn it Damn it!!!"