Date: Tue, 31 Dec 1996 08:42:11 -0500 (EST)
From: Ann Douglas <annd@pop.tiac.net>
Subject: The Road Not Taken

              The Road Not Taken
                  by Ann Douglas

	Jennifer Sutherland stared out the kitchen
window as she took another sip of her morning
coffee.  Mentally, she made a note to call the lawn
service to trim the grass out by the back fence. 
The paper was calling for rain this afternoon but
looking at the clear morning sky she thought they
were wrong once again.
	"I guess she's not coming this morning." 
the 38 year old brunette said to herself as she
placed her now empty coffee cup down on the
table.
	"She" was Sally Yee, the 25 year old
emergency room nurse who had rented the
basement apartment for the last few months. 
Jennifer and Sally usually had coffee every Friday 
but this morning she'd found a note saying she'd
been called into work late last night and might not
be able to make it.  Still, Jennifer had come to
enjoy their weekly chats so much that she had
hoped Sally could still make it.
	Rinsing out the cup in the sink, Jennifer
remembered that at first she'd been reluctant to
rent out the tiny basement apartment.  They'd
converted the small room into living space when
they'd first bought the house fifteen years ago so
that her widowed mother could live with them. 
She had passed away six years ago and her oldest
son Chris had inherited the apartment.  Then Chris
went away to college a year and a half ago and his
brother Bill took it over.  
	Eight months ago, right after his 18th
birthday, Bill had enlisted in the Navy, deciding
that it was a good way to spend a few years while
he decided what he wanted to do with his life. It
wasn't a bad decision but it had left Jennifer with
an empty house.
	It had been both a new and  very strange
feeling to the mother of two.  A little over 20
years ago, Jennifer had gone right from her
father's house to her husbands.  It wasn't how she
planned it though.  Originally there had been plans
for college, maybe a career.  And if she was totally
honest with herself, she wasn't 100% certain that
her future plans involved Jack Sutherland.  But
what was that phrase from the song, "Life is what
happens when you're busy making other plans."
	"Oh it happened all right."  Jennifer said to
herself as she stepped out onto the kitchen porch. 
"Did it ever."
	Her thoughts drifted back to the night
some six weeks after the senior prom when she
became all too aware of two of life's harsh
realities.  The first was the fine print on the side of
a box of condoms,  (not that she ever read it)
which stated that while effective, any form of birth
control was only 99% or so.  The other truth was
the fact that yes, you can lose your virginity and
get pregnant at the same time.   
	It could've been worse.  She and Jack had
already graduated High School and he had already
gone to work at his father's hardware store.  Two
decades later, Jack Sutherland had taken over
from his father and owned four hardware stores in
four different towns.     
	If only their personal life had been so
successful.  At 18 they'd been very much in love,
but as they grew older, it became very apparent
that they had matured in opposite directions.  Jack
had immersed himself in the business and Jennifer
in her sons.  The only problem was that while Jack
still had the business, looking forward to the day
when Chris got his degree and followed in his
footsteps, Jennifer now had a big void in her life.
	A void that was becoming filled more and
more with the what-ifs of her life.  What if she'd
gone to college?  What if she'd been married to
someone other than Jack?  What if she simply led
an adventurous life, leaving behind a trail of
lovers.  It wasn't too late to pick up the loose
threads of her life and start anew, but she found
that she lacked the spark to rekindle her fires.
	
	"Morning Jennifer."  called out a soft quiet
voice as its owner walked up the driveway.
	"Hi Sally!"  Jennifer called out, her mood
improving immediately.
	"Sorry I couldn't make it this morning." 
Sally said as she climbed the steps up to the porch
"But I didn't finish my shift until 2 A.M. and
decided to crash on one of the couches in the
lounge rather than drive home tired."
	"That was a good idea."  Jennifer agreed. 
"Can you sit for a while or are you on your way
out the door again?"
	"Well I was going to run a few errands,
but I guess they can wait."  the black haired
woman said as she dropped into one of the large 
cushioned wicker chairs that filled the porch.
	"Great."  Jennifer said with a smile as she
settled into her own chair.
	
	Sally Yee was a few inches taller than
Jennifer's 5'6" with a round pleasant face that
made her seem even younger than her 25 years. 
Long straight black hair was tied up into the bun
she wore while working.  Hair that stretched
down to her waist when undone.  Sally had a slim
but well developed build.  A tight waist and taut
stomach supported small round breasts that were
firm enough not to need additional support.  At
least Jennifer had never noticed Sally wear a bra,
even when she only sported a T-shirt.   
	Jennifer, on the other hand, had full bodied
breasts which had developed early and caused her
to have to start wearing a bra long before most of
the girls in her class.  They had almost been too
large for her to make the cheerleader squad in
high school. 
	 Mrs. Johnston, the faculty advisor, had
felt that Jennifer stood out too much from the
other less endowed girls and caused too much of a
distraction when she wore the short and tight
cheerleader outfits.  It took a petition of over a
hundred signatures, almost all belonging to boys,
to make the principal overrule Mrs. Johnston. 
The petition said it was a matter of upholding
Jennifer's rights, but no one really believed it was
anything other then a lot of horny young men's
desire to see Jenn doing splits in the red and white
cheerleader's uniform.   
	
	"So how was your night?"  Jennifer asked,
always interested in the interesting life Sally led.
	As the young Asian woman told the tale of
the injuries to some police and firemen battling a
four-alarm over by the edge of town, Jennifer
thought about how much she liked having Sally
around.
	Despite the difference in their age and
backgrounds, the two women had found enough
in common to become friends.  Jennifer had been
amazed to discover that Sally had gotten married
even younger than she had.  At 17, her family had
pressured her into marriage with an older man. 
The union had lasted less than 2 years and Sally
had found herself divorced at 19.
	Her family, being very old world, had
never forgiven her for what they perceived as an
insult to their family honor.  Sally hadn't told her
exactly why she'd left her husband but it was
obvious from the way she talked about their brief
marriage that she had never loved him from the
start.  In Jennifer's case, at least she could say that
at least in the early years, her case had been
different.
	So at 19, disowned by her family, Sally
had stopped using the name her family had given
her, Yee Sau-ling, and had gone back to school
for her nursing degree.  Totally immersing herself
in her goal, she had crammed a normal course of
study into less than 3 years.   
	Currently, she worked at Metropolitan
Hospital only a few blocks away.  She had been
overjoyed to find an apartment so close that she
could walk back and forth to work.
	
	As Sally finished her story, Jennifer
remembered something she wanted to ask her
younger friend.
	"We're having a barbecue Sunday night." 
Jennifer said.  "I was wondering if you could
come?"
	"Well, I'll have to check my schedule." 
Sally replied. "I'm on call this weekend."
	"I hope you can."  Jennifer said.  "Jack's
cousin Michael is coming over and I really think
you'd like him.  He's a paramedic so you should
have something in common already."
	Sally didn't immediately respond but the
look on her face told Jennifer that she wasn't
exactly excited by the prospect of meeting
Jennifer's relative.
	"Jenn..I...."  she began.
	"No, you don't have to say it."  Jennifer
cut her off.  "I guess I should have asked you
first."
	"Well....it might've been a good idea." 
Sally replied.
	"It never occurred to me that you might
not be interested."  Jenn continued.  "I should've
considered the idea that you might not want to
date non-Asian men.  I mean the fact that I've
never even heard you mention one should've been
a clue."


	Sally seemed to be considering something
for a few moments as her eyes took on a far-away
stare.  It lasted only a few brief seconds but when
her attention returned it was clear that she had
something to say.
	"Jenn, I need to tell you something."  she
began.  "I really wasn't planning on bringing this
up but I once made myself a promise not to lie to
myself or other people for that matter."
	"I'm all ears."  Jennifer laughed.
	"It's not that I don't date non-Asian men."
Sally said in a calm, even tone. "I don't date men,
period."
	"Sally, I know you had a bad marriage." 
Jennifer quickly replied.  "But that's no reason to
shut yourself out from relationships.  I'm sure that
there are plenty of men that....."
	"You don't understand."  Sally cut her off. 
"I don't have relationships with men.  Jennifer, I'm
a lesbian."
	For the first time since she'd met Sally,
Jennifer was speechless.   
	"I really hadn't planned on telling you
that."  Sally went on.  "But I think if I didn't, you'd
be going out of your way to match me up with
every unmarried Chinese man in town."
	"I never would've guessed."  Jennifer
finally said. "I mean, I don't know what to say. 
Are you sure?"
	"Yes, I'm sure."  Sally grinned.  "This isn't
something that I just decided you know.  I've
known it since I was 13 years old.  It soon became
obvious to my parents as well. Thats why they
were so quick to marry me off.  I lived a lie every
night for two years until I couldn't do it anymore. 
That's when I promised myself that I'd never lie to
myself again - whatever the cost.  I don't wear a
sign around my neck, but I don't try to hide it
either."
	"I can't imagine having that much
courage."  Jennifer said, a touch of admiration in
her voice.  "To walk away from everything in your
life and start over."      
	"It wasn't easy."  Sally admitted.  "But
every new life begins with a single step, eventually
the steps become easier as you build on your life a
little at a time."
	
	A silent pause hung in the air.  It took
Jennifer a long minute to understand what Sally
had told her.
	"I hope this won't make a difference in our
friendship."  Sally said, breaking the silence.
	"A difference?"  Jennifer repeated.
	"Well, some women have a hard time
dealing with lesbianism." Sally went on.  "They
tend to ignore every other thing about you and
just assign some stereotype image."
	"What kind of image?"  Jennifer asked,
genuinely curious.
	"Well that you spend your days trying to
seduce lonely housewives away from their
husbands."  Sally explained.  "Or when you're not
doing that, you're trying to recruit your daughters
into some secret society."
	"Well are you?"  Jenn asked in mock
seriousness.
	"When I was a lot younger, I wished there
was some kind of secret society."  Sally said. 
"Somewhere I could go to talk to someone.  You
have no idea what it's like to grow up a lesbian
teen, and a Chinese lesbian teen on top of that. 
Imagine having your own parents look down on
you as some kind of abomination."
	
	Jennifer thought for a moment of her own
parents reaction when she had told them she was
pregnant.  Her father had been angry enough that
night to call her a slut.  But in the end they had
calmed down and there had been socially
acceptable solutions to her predicament.  Marriage
that early in her life might not be ideal, but at least
Jack had a future with his father's company and it
would give the baby a name.  In fact, since both
her mother and mother-in-law were quick to
spread the story that Chris was premature, few
people knew she had walked down the aisle
pregnant.

	"No, I can't imagine what it must've been
like."  Jennifer responded.  "But you don't have to
worry about our friendship.  This isn't going to
affect it."
	"Are you sure?"  Sally asked again.
	"I'm positive."  Jennifer repeated.  "I don't
believe in judging someone based on who they
share their bed with.  After all, look who sleeps on
the other side of my bed."  she laughingly added.
	"I've always thought Mr. Sutherland was a
nice guy."  Sally noted.
	"Oh he is, I'm only kidding."  Jennifer
replied.  "But while we're on the subject, I don't
think this is the kind of thing you should mention
to him.  I hope you're okay with that because I'm
really not sure what kind of reaction he would
have."
	"It's okay."  Sally agreed. "As hard as the
subject is for some women to come to grips with,
it's even harder for an even greater number of
men."
	"Good."  Jennifer said, letting out a deep
breath.
	"I'd really better get started on those
errands."  Sally noted as she looked at her watch
and began to rise from her seat.
	"Please try and come to the barbecue." 
Sally said.  "I'm sure you'll have a good time
anyway."  
	"I'll try."  Sally said as she stepped off the
porch and waved good-bye.


	Sally did come to the barbecue and she
had a great time.  In fact everyone had a lot of
fun. One thing bothered Jennifer though. When
the two women were changing into their swim
suit, she suddenly felt very self conscious being
nude next to Sally.  It wasn't that Sally did
anything different.  In fact, she barely glanced in
the older woman's direction.  Jennifer just couldn't
get the thought out of her mind that exposing
herself to Sally was just like letting any of the men
outside see her naked.  
	It was a stupid idea of course, she thought. 
After all, she was over ten years older than Sally
and while she looked good for her age, she
definitely didn't have the same body she had back
in high school.
	That night, long after all the guests had
gone home, Jennifer found herself standing nude
in front of the bathroom mirror and taking stock
of herself.  Her hair was still the rich brown color
it had been since she was a child, no sign of even a
single gray strand.  A few lines showed in her
face, but there were a lot less than many of her
contemporaries.  She could chalk that one up to
good genes, both her mother and grandmother
had aged gracefully as they liked to say.
	The large 36C bust that had been so
popular back in high school had suffered some of
the effects of age and gravity, but serious
attention to her physical well-being over the years
had helped reduce the negatives there as well. 
Her small pink nipples were still immediately
noticeable, popping to attention as the cool
evening air hit them.  Absentmindedly, Jennifer
ran her middle fingers over each of them.
	From the brief glance she had taken before
she felt a little foolish, Jennifer remembered that
Sally had small very dark brown nipples.  She idly
wondered if the younger woman's nubs were as
sensitive.
	Jennifer's stomach showed she should get
back to the gym, a long lazy summer had let a few
pounds collect there.  It wasn't obvious as the
bulge that was wrapped around Jack's belly, but
even a few too many pounds on a woman stood
out.
	Her hand slid down to the hairy bush
between her legs and gently stroked the center of
it.  Once upon a time she used to trim her hair
regularly, but it had been so long since Jack had
noticed she no longer went  to  the trouble.  Oh,
they still had sex now and then, but it had been
reduced to the occasional wham, bam and thank
you ma'am.  Long gone were the days when they
went at it all night, and if they boys were away,
into the next day as well.



	The next week passed quickly for Jennifer
and she only saw Sally for a few minutes on
Friday.  Even so, the young Asian woman was
never far from her thoughts.  She just couldnt get
the idea that she was a lesbian out of her mind. 
What was it like she kept asking herself, making
love to another woman?  What would it be like to
even just kiss one?  Of course shed kissed other
women over the years, relatives, girlfriends and
such, but they were always safe sexless kisses. 
How different would it be if backed by passion?
	One quiet afternoon, she actually dug out
one of those old porno tapes that Jack kept in the
basement and watched it.  It had been over ten
years since shed watched one of them with him
and she tossed aside boxes until she found the one
she remembered.  She fast forwarded past all the
male and female scenes until she got to images of
girl on girl sex.  She mustve watched that five
minute segment a half dozen times.  By the last
time she watched it the young Chinese woman in
the film had metamorphosed into Sallys twin.  It
was quickly becoming an obsession.


	Saturday was the busiest day of the week
and Jennifer thought it would never end.  About
ten oclock, she crawled into bed and fell asleep. 
About midnight, she woke out of a listless
slumber.  Something was nagging at the back of
her mind.  Then it hit her, shed forgotten to set
the washing machine after she'd put in that last
load.  Normally she would run it overnight to take
advantage of the lower electrical rates.  She knew
that it would keep her awake the rest of the night
if she didnt go down and run it now.  It was a
silly thing really, but that was the kind of person
she was.
	Slipping out of bed as quietly as she could,
Jennifer was careful not to wake Jack.  Listening
to his heavy breathing for a moment, she doubted
that he wouldve woke if she jumped up and down
on the floor.
	Down the back stairs she went, carefully
opening the door to the laundry room.  It took
less than a minute to set the machine and she was
about to start back up the stairs when she heard a
soft bang from the front of the basement.  The
bang repeated itself a moment later, this time loud
enough for Jennifer to identify it as coming from
Sally's basement apartment. 
	Not sure what to make of the noise,
Jennifer stepped back from the stairs and tip toed
instead into the small storage room that was
situated between the laundry room and the
basement apartment.  Once inside the tiny room,
Jennifer could hear voices from Sally's apartment. 
Curiosity overwhelmed her and she pressed her
ear against the wall to hear more.
	
	It was hard to make out exactly what was
being said through the sheetrock, but it was very
obvious that  Sally had company in her room.
Based on her recent revelations, it didn't take a
second for Jennifer to realize that it was another
woman. 
	"They're making love."  Jennifer said to
herself as she pressed harder against the wall in
order to hear more.  "This is exciting."  she added
as she realized that her heart was beating at a
much quicker pace.  
	Jennifer regretted Jack having done such a
good job with the wall insulation as she could only
hear parts of what was going on just a  few feet
away.  One thing that she had been able to make
out was that the other woman's name was Amber.
	"God, I wish I could see what was going
on."  Jennifer thought as she squeezed her breasts
through her nightgown.  "I can't remember the last
time I was this excited."
	Then it came to her in a sudden memory.
A few years back, her youngest had drilled a hole
in the wall in order to spy on his older brother.
She had found it by accident one day and really
thought it was rather silly.  That was until she had
looked through it one afternoon when she had
come home unexpectedly and saw Chris standing
naked in the center of the room.  It came as quite
a shock to her.  Her oldest son had grown into a
handsome 6 footer with blue/green eyes and short
blonde hair.  
	His nakedness wasn't as startling as the
fact that his girlfriend, Joyce, was on her knees in
front of him, equally naked -- her mouth wrapped
around his cock.  Intellectually, Jennifer knew she
should've immediately turned away from the
image but the eroticism of it held her at the
peephole.  
	Joyce was a pretty enough girl, but rather
skinny Jennifer had always thought.  She had small
breasts, no more than a B-cup, which always
made her wonder why Chris dated her. In the past
all of his girlfriends had been rather well endowed.
As she watched her son's hardness slide back and
forth between her lips, she no longer had to
wonder why.
	Never having double-dated back in high
school, Jennifer had never actually seen another
woman give head.  From what she could see now,
Joyce was a first class cocksucker.  In a way, she
envied her.  Back in high school Jennifer had
always found the idea of actually taking a guys
cock in her mouth a little repulsive. But then
again, there was a popular saying among many of
the girls -- "No one ever got pregnant giving
head."  How many times over the years had she
wished she'd followed that advice.
	She watched fascinated as Chris's young
manhood exploded into the 17 year old girl's
mouth, sending droplets of shiny white cum
dripping down her chin.  Joyce continued to run
her tongue up and down his now milky coated
cock, wiping it clean.  
	The entire spectacle had only lasted a few
minutes but the memory had lasted years.  She had
spackled over the hole the very next day, both to
preserve her son's privacy and to remove her own
temptation.      
	
	"The hole was right about here."  Jennifer
said to herself as she ran her finger across the wall
in the dark.
	A smile filled her face as she discovered to
her delight that she lacked her husband's home
repair skills.  Most of the spackle had dried into a
fine powder, the rest was easily chipped away
with her nails. A few moments later she had fully
exposed the small hole.
	In hindsight, the image of herself, a  full
grown woman, sitting in the dark and spying on
her tenant might seem ludicrous.  But such was
the fire that spread from between her legs that she
never gave the idea of how embarrassing it would
look if caught a moment's thought.
	Thankfully, Sally appeared to be one of
those people who liked to make love with the
lights on and it was very easy to see into the
brightly lit room.  In fact, the spyhole was situated
almost exactly across from the Asian woman's
bed, giving Jennifer a perfect view.
	
	And  what a view it was.  Facing Jennifer
was a young woman in her late 20's with short
blond hair and green eyes.  As she was on all
fours, it was hard to guess her height but Jennifer
thought she was about as tall as she was. The
young woman was wearing the remains of a green
teddy.
	Kneeling behind her, Sally was dressed in a
very attractive and sexy white nightgown. Her
breasts were fully exposed, giving Jennifer the
clear view of her dark nipples she had been denied
during their party last week.  Sally had her hands
wrapped around Amber's large breasts, playing
with them as she pressed her pelvis against the
woman beneath her again and again.
	Between Sally's legs, almost hidden from
view was something Jennifer had never seen
before -- not even in Jack's porno films.  Of
course she knew what a strap-on dildo was even
without having seen one.  It was all but buried in
Amber's pussy as Sally pushed and pulled it in and
out.
	
	"Oh baby, do it!  Do it to me good!"
Jennifer heard Amber cry out as she arched her
head back.  The sound now carried a lot better
though the tiny hole.  "Fill my pussy with your
cock!"
	In response, Sally drove forward with a
powerful thrust, at the same time pulling Amber's
face to her own, pressing their lips together.
	"Oh yessss!"  Amber purred.
	
	This was too much for Jennifer.  She
slipped her hand down into her own panties and
found her mound so very wet.  Never taking her
eyes off the two women in front of her, she began
to play with her clit. 
	 Ever since she was a teenager, Jennifer
has masturbated almost daily.  She remembered all
the silly names people called it.  Flicking the
switch, beating the bush and caressing the kitty
were her favorites.  Yet in all those years, she
couldn't remember her finger dancing to have been
this pleasurable.   
	Faster and faster Jennifer moved her
fingers, keeping time with the thrusts of Sally's
dildo.  In her imagination she could put herself in
Amber's place,  enjoying the hardness of the
artificial cock. 
	Normally, Jennifer liked to close her eyes
and drift in the pleasures of masturbation, but not
this time. The spectacle before her was just too
exciting. 
	 Sliding her free hand beneath the soft
material of her nightgown,  Jennifer took each
breast in hand and rubbed them vigorously.  The
motion of her fingers felt good to her and always
added to the rising tide between her legs.  Playing
her nimble fingers over her nipples, she quickly
brought them to a full hardness. 
	She ran her tongue across her lips as she
pressed her face against the wall, her eye never
wavering from her vantage point.  Her entire body
felt warm as she pushed two fingers up within
herself, imagining them to be Sally's strap-on. It'd
been months since she'd been this worked up.  
	Faster and faster she worked her fingers,
matching her penetrations with the gasps of
Amber's breaths.  The older woman was no longer
worried about making any noise -- not that the
two lovers would've heard her if she screamed.
	
	"Oh God, I'm going to cum!"  Amber
called out as Sally once more planted her toy
between her slender legs.  "It feels so good."
	"No, not yet!"  Sally called out as she
grabbed the base of her "cock" and pulled it out of
the blonde's pussy.  "Not yet!"
	
	As fast as she could, Sally rolled Amber
over and replaced her "cock" with her mouth. 
She drove her tongue up inside her lover, covering
it with the sweet juices her efforts had brought
forth. Her long slender fingers pressed against
Amber's ass as she pulled her crotch tight against
her face.  
	It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally
a long loving caress.  She could feel Amber's body
react to each stroke as she ran her tongue across
her clit over and over.   
	Amber began to buckle and spasm as Sally
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 blonde's body as she
shook with each new ecstatic jolt.  She could feel
the rising crest within her and knew that her
orgasm was oh so very near.
	Sally darted her tongue in and out of
Amber's tunnel of love, causing the waves of
pleasure cascading up and down the younger girl's
body to double. The harder Sally moved her
tongue, the faster the waves repeated.
Faster and faster the waves washed over
Amber, 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,  Amber climaxed loud
enough that it caused Jennifer to momentarily
jump back from her spyhole.  Amber's small
body shook for endless seconds as she took in
every aspect of her rapture.
Sally followed with her own orgasm
seconds later as her fingers covered her wetness.
A much softer cry was on her lips. 

	Almost in time with Sally, Jennifer also
climaxed with an intensity that she hadn't enjoyed
in oh so very long.  Her body trembled as her
mouth formed a silent O.  Her legs and arms grew
weak  and repeated waves of delight rippled  up
and down her near naked form. 
	For long moments after her bodyquake
had ceased she just drifted there, listening to the
rapid beating of her heart.  She always loved to
savor the first moments after an orgasm.  One of
the sad truths of her life these days was that the
orgasms she enjoyed by her own hand were much
more enjoyable than those produced by her
husband.  This climax in particular, had been quite
memorable to say the least.  


	Twenty long minutes passed as Jennifer sat
there in the dark room, waiting until the lights
went out in Sally's apartment.  She couldn't
believe what she'd done.  Yet at the same time she
was so glad she'd done it.  Never in her life could
she have imagined that it could be so exciting to
watch two people make love -- and two women at
that.  What was it that they called someone like
that, oh yes -- a voyeur.  
	Quietly as she could she made her way
back up to her own bedroom.  Jack was still dead
to the world as she crawled back into their bed. 
Despite her recent climax, Jennifer was still horny
and reached under the thin sheet and stroked
Jack's cock.  It didn't take long to bring it to a
familiar hardness.  Despite this she couldn't seem
to get him interested.  
	"Come on Jack." she whispered as she
ducked under the sheet and  slipped the head of
his cock into her mouth.
	"If this doesn't wake the dead, nothing
will."  she thought as she ran her tongue along the
underside of his balls.
	"Mmmmmmmm."  Jack finally stirred as
the pleasant feeling finally woke him up.  
	"Hi honey."  Jennifer purred as she let his
cock slip from her mouth and climbed on top of
him.  "I am so, so horny."  she said in her sexiest
voice.
	Before Jack could respond, Jennifer had
guided his cock to the entrance of her moist
mound and was pressing hard against it.
	"Fuck me baby!"  Jennifer said as she felt
his hardness fill her.  "Fuck me hard!"
	Jennifer began to move up and down on
his cock, enjoying the sensations that grew in
intensity with each motion.  Bracing her hand
against the sides of the bed, Jennifer rose and
dropped with an ever increasing frequency.  Faster
and faster, she pumped, creating a suction that
was drawing the life out of his cock.
	"Oh Yes....Jennifer!.."  Jack called out as
he matched her familiar motions. 
	At the rate she was moving, Jennifer knew
that he would cum quickly.  Even as a young man,
Jack had little self control.  A few minutes later
she felt his body tensing.  Lifting herself higher so
that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove
herself down on it with a fury.  Up again she
raised and then down with the same abandon. 
Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot
burst erupt inside her.
	Finally it was done and her hot, sweat
covered body collapsed upon his.  Too exhausted
to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still
within her.  Eventually it began to shrink to its
pre-aroused state and slipped from within her...
	
	Drained, Jack quickly fell back asleep,
leaving Jennifer to ponder what she had done.  It'd
been years since they'd fucked in the middle of the
night.  In fact it'd been months since they'd fucked
at all.  
	It had been sex, pure and simple.  Jack had
been nothing more than a warm blooded dildo
used for her pleasure.  Truth be told, Jennifer
knew she would have traded it in a moment for
the lifeless hard rubber one that Sally had worn, as
long as the young Asian woman was attached to
the other end of it...
	It was that thought that filled Jennifer's
mind as she finally drifted off to sleep. 


	The next Friday morning came quickly and
with it Sally and Jennifer's morning coffee.  It was
hard for Jennifer to keep her mind on the more
mundane topics of discussion.  All she could see
when she looked at Sally was the image of her half
naked, screwing the life out of that blonde
woman.  Four times that week, Jennifer had
masturbated to that memory and each climax had
been as rewarding as the original.  
	"Do you have any plans for tomorrow
night?"  Jennifer asked as casually as she could,
trying not to sound too interested in the answer. 
	"Why yes, I was planning to go out with a
friend."  Sally replied as she sipped her coffee. 
"Why?"
	"Oh no reason, I just thought if you had no
plans we might watch a movie on cable or
something."  Jennifer explained.  "No big deal,
maybe another night."	
	"Sure, why not."  Sally said.
	
	The moment Sally said she was going out,
Jennifer knew that it would be with that blonde
again.  Silently she hoped they would find their
way once again back to Sally's apartment, because
if they did, she knew she would be there also.  The
temptation was too hard to resist.
	During the week, Sally had left the keys to
the basement  apartment with Jennifer because the
exterminator was coming by.  The older woman
had taken  the opportunity to check on the peep
hole from the other side.  To her relief, it was
practically invisible.  The hole was part of a small
piece of chipped wallboard where a wall light had
been installed.  When the wall light was on, you
couldn't look directly at the hole  from Sally's side. 
Jennifer had eliminated the possibility of light from
the utility room sided by covering that hole with a
small piece of tape.  

	
	Jennifer stared at the ceiling as she waited
for the clock to reach twelve.  She assumed that
Sally would be home at the same time as last
week.  The brunette was too excited to sleep and
she ignored Jack's snoring as she ran her finger up
and down the slit in her mound.  Finally she
couldn't wait any longer and got up.  Following
the same pattern as last week, she made her way
to the utility room.  
	Carefully she removed the tape and saw
that the basement apartment was still dark.  A
small frown of disappointment  filled her face. 
Did they go somewhere else? Perhaps the blonde's
home?
	"I'm here, might as well give it a little
time."  Jennifer thought to herself as she got
comfortable.  
	She'd fixed up that corner of the utility
room earlier in the week, making a little platform
out of some heavy wooden boxes and topping it
with one of the boy's old bean bag chairs.  It gave
her a comfortable place to sit.
	It was almost too comfortable as once
she'd sat there a while, Jennifer fell asleep. It was
only the sound of voices through the wall that
woke her up.  Sally was finally home.
	Excitedly, Jennifer pressed her eye against
her spyhole.  Yes, it was Sally, and she was in
much the same state of undress that she'd been the
week before.  The Chinese woman was kneeling
on the bed, straddling another woman whose face
was pressed between Sally's legs.  It was obvious
from the look of contentment on her face and the
soft moans from Sally's lips that the partially
obscured woman had her tongue up and within
Sally's pussy.
	"This is so exciting."  Jennifer thought as
she slowly caressed her own pussy, imagining the
feel of a willing tongue on it. "Come on Amber." 
she silently added.  "Do it to us!"  
	
	It wasn't until both Sally and Jennifer had
their first mini-climax that the woman beneath
Sally climbed out from under her lower and
Jennifer got a good look at her face.
	"That's not Amber."  Jennifer started to
exclaim out loud, catching herself only at the last
moment.  
	Sure enough, the woman in Sally's bed
wasn't the same blonde that had been there a week
before.  She was just as blonde but her hair was
long, stretching down to her waist.  The light was
bright enough for Jennifer to see that unlike
Amber, this new love had blue eyes.  Finally, it
was obvious that this blonde was in her
mid-thirties.  Listening carefully, Jennifer heard
Sally call out her name.  It was Susan.
	
	The night ended much as it had the week
before, with Jennifer sharing Sally and Susan's
climax.  The only change was that when she went
back upstairs, Jennifer was more willing to stop at
the bathroom and satisfy herself with her vibrator
rather than try to repeat last weeks late night fuck
with Jack.  The final result was the same with
fewer problems.     
	   	
	Seven days quickly passed and during
them Jennifer's thoughts turned many times to the
question of who she would find with Sally when
she looked though the hole on Saturday night.  At
least once a day she masturbated to the images of
the last two weekends and the anticipation of
what was to come.  She no longer cared that Jack
had started  working later than he normally did
and that she slept alone more and more.  It just
gave her more time to think of Sally.  

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	"Oh Sally, tes seins sont si magnifiques.
J'adore les sucer."  said the small long haired
brunette who was sucking eagerly at Sally's
breasts.
	"C'est l'attention de ta langue
merveilleusee Marie-Josee, qui fait ressortir leur
veritable beaute."  Sally replied as she gently
stroked the side of her lover's face. 
	
	From her hidden view, Sally could easily
hear the words of love but her own limited high
school French was two decades behind her.  The
most she could make out was that the girl's name
was Marie.  She was a small woman, 25 years old
and only 4'11" in height. What she lacked in
stature she more than made up in passion.  
	
	As she had the two weeks before, Jennifer
shared in that passion.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

	"Who will it be tonight?" Jennifer thought
as she made herself comfortable in the beanbag
chair.  "The suspense is killing me."

	She didn't have long to wait, and the
answer wasn't who but whom.  Sally was laying
across the bed, her head nestled between the
ample breasts of a plump, dark skinned Philippine
woman.  Jennifer guessed she must've weighed
about 160 lbs., but was nevertheless an extremely
sexy woman.  Her breasts were at least 44D and
rested on each side of Sally's head.
	Across both women's feet lay another
Asian woman in her early 20's.  As pale skinned as
the first was dark, she had small rounded breasts
and a tiny black patch between her legs.  In her
hand she held a small white vibrator, which at the
moment was half buried in Sally's pussy.  

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

	"Oh my God!"  Jennifer gasped as she
took in the appearance of the blonde propped
against the headboard of the large bed, her wet
pussy growing wetter under the gentle caress of 
Sally's tongue.  "I hope she's legal."  added the 38
year old as she admired the small firm breasts that
bounced up and down as the girl met each stroke
of Sally's tongue with a thrust of her own. 
	The girl was 5'3" with a face that didn't
look more than 16.  All the girl was wearing was a
bright red bra, pulled down to expose her mounds. 
The matching panties were somewhere on the
floor.  Her skin was tanned from head to toe,
giving her an even more juvenile appearance. 
	 The girl had a familiar look to her. 
Jennifer knew she had never met her before, but
there was something about her.  Then it came to
her.  The girl was almost a dead ringer for a teen 
actress that had appeared on a sitcom when
Jennifer was younger.  The Bradley Group or
something like that.  She couldn't remember the
actress' name but she remembered that all the
teenage boys in the neighborhood had been hot
for her.  Jennifer remembered overhearing her
older brother tell one of his friends that she was
the girl they most wanted to fuck. 
	It caused Jennifer some concern to think
that her boarder had seduced an underage girl. 
But not so much concern that she failed to bury
three of her fingers within her cunt, frantically
rubbing her clit.
	
 
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	Five weeks, six different lovers -- it was
too much for Jennifer to fully absorb. Her whole
world now seemed to revolve around that small
utility room and the visions of delight just beyond
it.  That she was invading the privacy of others no
longer came into play.   All she knew was that
nothing in her life had caused such a reaction
within her.  In her dreams, she became the women
in Sally's bed -- the object of her considerable lust.  
	The following week, Sally had a small cold
and decided to stay home alone over the weekend. 
Jennifer couldn't believe the deep sense of
disappointment she had felt over that.  The
Saturday nights they unknowingly shared were
becoming an all consuming obsession.  

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
	
	Jennifer's face paled at the sight that
greeted her eyes a short week later.  She had
heard about such things but neither understood
them or ever thought she would.  Sally was face
down on her bed, her hands and arms tightly
bound together by thin white cord.  A small black
gag filled her mouth, the center of which held a
tiny red ball.   Her legs were spread wide apart,
chained to a thin wooden pole that kept them that
way.
	"Take it bitch!" the salt and pepper haired
woman said as she held on to the strap on cock
between her legs and pressed it against the gap
between  Sally's cheeks.  "You know you want it."
	Dressed in a leather outfit that left her
large breasts hanging free, the 50 year old woman
pushed harder until the head of her rubber cock
began to disappear into Sally's wet pussy.  The
Chinese woman bucked up and down as her
captor pushed inch after inch inside of her.
	"Oh baby, you know you love it"  Rose
Marie said as she slid the full length into her
helpless captive.
	Sally's voice was muffled by the gag, but
the look in her eyes told volumes.  Yes, she did
love it.


-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
	
	Sally's love of toys was never more evident
a week later when she shared her bed with a 25
year old athletic blonde with fire-gold hair named
Kelly.  A long hard double-ended dildo connected
the two woman as they rocked each other to
orgasm after orgasm.  In Jennifer's sizzling dreams
that night, she was the woman on the other side of
that artificial cock.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

	Melissa was the next woman's name.  She
had long waist length hair that was a sort of
blonde/brunette cross and a delightful 35C bust. 
Their lovemaking that night was somewhat more
conventional but inspiring none the less.   

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

	Finally there was Terresa, a tall full figured
blonde who showed that given the mood, Sally
could be dominant as well as submissive.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

	In the two months since Jennifer's
nocturnal voyeurism had begun, she had
undergone some major changes in her thinking. 
There was a time that she would've thought of any
woman who had so many different lovers as a slut,
pure and simple.  Now it just seemed to her that
Sally was just living an adventurous sex life. 
What really amazed her was the way that Sally
could keep the different aspects of her life apart. 
	For most of the week she was in every
aspect a pillar of the community. A tireless and
dedicated nurse who not only put in long hours at
the hospital but also spent part of her day off at
the free clinic downtown.  Then come Saturday
night it was as if she only had to throw a switch
and be transformed into a dynamo of lesbian lust.   

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 

	"Excuse me, does Sally Yee live here?" 
said a strong feminine voice from behind Jennifer
as she worked in the garden.  
	Jennifer looked up from her work to see a
tall black woman standing on the other side of the
bushes.  At least 5'9", she had very dark skin
which formed a perfect contrast with exquisitely
styled white hair.  The woman, who introduced
herself as Dr. Cheryl Barrret, had one of the
prettiest faces that Jennifer had ever seen on any
woman and was also blessed with a body just as
perfect.  If she hadn't introduced herself as a
doctor, Jennifer would've put her occupation as a
model.
	"Yes, Sally lives here."  Jennifer replied as
she wiped her hands on the wet washrag she
always kept around when she did yard work. 
"But I'm afraid that she's not home yet."
	"Oh, that's too bad."  Cheryl said as she
glanced at her watch.  "I was hoping to catch her
before I had to go to work."    
	"Well she should be home in about a half
hour."  Jennifer offered as she glanced at her own
watch.  "You're welcome to wait if you want. 
Can I offer you some lemonade or something?"
	"That sounds fine, thank you."  Cheryl said
with a smile.  "As long as I'm not keeping you
from anything."
	"Not at all,"  Jennifer said as she opened
the door to the kitchen. "I was just about to knock
off anyway.  Make yourself comfortable."  
	
	Through the large kitchen window,
Jennifer watched as the well dressed woman took
a seat on the porch.  A tall, cold drink in each
hand, she quickly joined her.
	"Do you also work at  Metropolitan?" 
Jennifer asked as she watched the woman take a
sip of the drink.
	"No, I have a private practice."  the 37
year old replied.  "But I do have rights at the
hospital.  This is excellent lemonade by the way."
	"Thanks."  Jennifer said.  "It's a recipe my
Grandmother taught me."
	
	As they each took another taste, Jennifer
couldn't help but wonder if Cheryl would be the
woman she saw when she looked through her
peephole tomorrow night.  A large part of her
hoped it was.  The woman was beautiful, there
was no concealing that.  Not even the stylish but
conservative white blouse and matching blue
jacket and skirt could hide the ample endowments
beneath them.  
	Jennifer had never seen a naked black
woman.  There had been no black girls in her
classes back in school and  Jack's taste in adult
entertainment didn't run in that direction. She
wondered what Cheryl's nipples looked like, if
they were large or small.  Or even if they were
darker than the rest of her skin.  Hopefully, she
would have the chance to find out. 
	That was something else new that Jennifer
had discovered about herself in the last ten weeks. 
The 38 year old couldn't look at a woman
anymore, even her oldest and closest friends,
without imaginingg what they looked like naked. 

	The two women chatted about innocuous
subjects and twenty minutes passed quickly.  Out
of the corner of her eye, Jennifer spotted Sally
coming down the street.
	"Here she is now."  she remarked as she
stood up and waved to get the Asian woman's
attention.  "Sally, back here."  she called out.
	
	Smiling, Sally followed the stone walk to
the patio.  The smile changed to a startled look 
when she spotted Cheryl.
	"Cheryl!"  she said, the surprise in her
voice evident.
	"I'm sorry to stop by unannounced." the
tall woman said as she rose to her feet.  "But I
really didn't want to just leave a message on your
answering machine."
	"Is something wrong?"  Sally asked, the
surprise in her voice quickly changing to concern.
	"No, nothing like that."  Cheryl answered
quickly.  "Actually, it's good news.  I've been
offered a chance to take part in a two week
seminar with Dr. Simon Nickols. One of the other
participants had to bow out at the last minute. "
	"That's great."  Sally said, her face lighting
up.
	Jennifer had no idea who this Dr. Nickols
was, but it was obvious from Sally's reaction that
he was someone important.
	"The problem is that I have to be in San
Francisco by tomorrow.  My flight leaves in about
three hours." 
	"So what's the problem, get on the plane." 
Sally said. 
	"Tomorrow night...remember?"  Cheryl
said.  "The ....."  
	She stopped in mid-sentence as she
remembered Jennifer was there with them.
	"It's okay,"  Sally said, guessing the reason
for Cheryl's sudden pause.  "Jennifer knows I'm a
lesbian."  
	"Oh,"  the dark skinned woman said,
looking at Jennifer for a moment and then turning
her attention back to Sally.  "Tomorrow night is
the dance."
	Her emphasis on 'the dance' told Jennifer
that this was no ordinary function.  Quietly she
stood there, hoping to hear more.
	"Don't worry about that."  Sally replied. 
"You just get on that plane."
	"I'm really sorry, I know how much you
were looking forward to it."  Cheryl said in her
most apologetic tone.  "It's too late for you to ask
anyone else and ..." 
	"Don't think another minute about that." 
Sally said as she pressed a long slender finger to
Cheryl's bright red lips.  "You just go and have a 
great time."
	"You're sure?"  Cheryl said.
	"Go!"  Sally said in a forceful yet caring
tone.
	She planted a quick kiss on Cheryl's cheek
and whispered something in her ear.  Without
another word, the tall blue suited woman turned
and walked to her car.


	As soon as she was out of sight, the look
of support on Sally's face faded and Jennifer could
see the slightest look of disappointment in its
place.
	"I guess this dance was pretty important." 
Jennifer said.  "And I'm assuming Cheryl was your
date for the evening."
	"Yes to both."  Sally answered.  "The
dance is sponsored by the Sean McMurphy
Memorial Fund.  It's one of the biggest events of
the year in our circle of friends. 
	"And I guess it goes without saying that
it's a couples only event and all your friends are
already matched up."  Jennifer added.
	Sally's expression signaled agreement.
	"So I guess you'll have to find a new date
by tomorrow night."     
	"That's easier said than done."  Sally
sighed, the measure of disappointment very
evident.
	"Oh, I don't know."  Jennifer countered. "I
really don't have any plans for the weekend."
	"What?"  Sally said a little surprised.
	"I said, I'm free for the weekend."  Jennifer
repeated.  "And it's been ages since I've gone
dancing.  I'd love to go with you. Unless of course
I'm not the type of woman that you'd like to be
seen with?"

	"Oh no,  of course not."  Sally said.  "It's
just that I never considered the idea that you'd
want to go.  I mean, its just a dance and all, but I
think most straight women would be afraid of
being labeled 'lesbian by association.'  Of course
it's being held out in Tompkins County so there's
little chance of anyone you know seeing you
here."
	Jennifer's proposal that she go with Sally
had been so spur of the moment, she'd never
considered the idea that someone she knew might
see her at such an event.  If she had considered
that idea, she might not have made the suggestion. 
The knowledge that the dance was being held in a
town almost a hundred miles away saved the
brunette the embarrassment of trying to back out
of her rash idea.
	"I'd love for you to come with me."  Sally
said with a bright smile. "But don't you think Jack
would have a problem with it.  I mean, he doesn't
even know about me and from what I've observed,
he's not the most liberal person I've ever met."
	"Oh don't worry about Jack."  Jennifer said
as the idea of attending the dance with Sally began
to become more and more attractive.  "What he
doesn't know won't hurt him.  Besides, he's going
to be away on a business trip this weekend."
	What Jennifer didn't mention was that
going along with Jack on his business trip was his
22 year old secretary.  Over the last few months,
she had become sure that she was taking a most
particular form of dictation from her husband. 
She'd met Karen a few times and it was obvious
that the big breasted blonde was hired more for
her measurements than her intellect.  Sometimes,
stereotypes did prove true.  
	"I guess it would be all right then."  Sally
concluded.  "As long as you're sure that you won't
feel too uncomfortable going to a dance where
there are only other women to dance with."
	"Hey, it'll be just like back in high school." 
Jennifer laughed.  Of course, back in high school it
was only the boys trying to get in her pants.


	Saturday morning, Jennifer practically
threw Jack out of the house and set him on his
way.  By the time he was out of the shower, she'd
had his overnight bag waiting by the door and
breakfast waiting in the kitchen.  
	Over a quick meal of pancakes and
sausages, Jennifer casually mentioned that she was
going to a medical association dinner with Sally
that night.  She said that the doctor that was
originally going with Sally had be called away and
that as long as the seat was already paid for, it
was a crime to let it go to waste.  So if Jack called
that night, she would be out.
	"After all, since you and Karen will be
wrapped up in business meetings all weekend,
there's no need for me to sit home alone." 
Jennifer said as she cleared the dishes.
	A guilty look flashed across Jack's face
that only helped confirm Jennifer's suspicions. 
The mention that Karen was going with him on
the overnight trip upset Jack enough for him to
simply accept Jennifer's plans at face value and to
hope she didn't dwell too much on her presence.


	Jennifer spent a good part of the afternoon
at her favorite beauty salon getting her hair done. 
In retrospect, she wished she'd gone to one on the
other side of town.  The beautician who was
cutting her hair was a friend of a friend and much
too nosy to suit Jennifer's taste.  When asked what
kind of event she needed her hair done up for,
Jennifer had said a dinner dance and expected to
leave it at that. Instead, the girl then proceded to
ask a hundred questions that simply were none of
her business.  Still, the inquisition had been worth
it, her hair looked incredible.  She hoped Sally
appreciated it.
	After a small lunch while she was still
downtown, Jennifer returned home to get ready
for the evening. Prudence called for a warm bath
in place of the shower Jennifer usually enjoyed. 
After all, it would be pretty silly to spend so much
money on her hair only to stick it under a
showerhead.  Running the water until it was a
comfortable temperature, Jennifer took care of
more practical toiletries while she waited.	
	Five minutes later, Jennifer eased herself
into the oversized tub. The heat of the water felt
good as it penetrated her body.  She should take
the time to do this more often, she told herself.   
The tub was wide and long enough that she could
stretch her whole body out.
	After a few minutes of just soaking and
enjoying the warmth, Jennifer began to wash with
a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt
good as it splashed across her breasts. She ran her
soapy fingers across her large mounds, playing
with her nipples.  A familiar tingle brought a smile
to her face.
	Closing her bright green eyes, Jennifer
imagined that she wasn't alone in the tub. It was
something that she often fantasized.  The only
change this time was that it was Sally's image that
filled her mind instead of some nameless, faceless
lover.
	Jennifer slid the bar of soap down between
her legs and began rubbing the wet mound. 
Somehow, the image of an actual person in her
mind made her familiar practice that much more
enjoyable.  Letting the pink bar float free, she
slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan
as she did. A second finger followed, and then a
third. Soon she was furiously pumping them in
and out. While the warm water and her fingers
caressed her love canal, her thumb played against
her clit. A familiarity with her own body dating
back to when she was twelve brought her quickly
to the edge of bliss.  
	The 38 year old leaned back against the
soft plastic cushion built against the head of the
tub, her eyes still tightly closed, lost in the
moment.  All that existed at that moment was the
warmth of the water, the pleasure between her
legs, and the image of her lover in her mind -- a
mixture of fantasy and reality.
	It wasn't long before Jennifer's body began
to trembled as her orgasm was upon her.  Her
mouth formed a silent O as her legs and arms
grew weak  and repeated waves of delight rippled 
up and down her naked form. 
	For long moments she just drifted there,
even after her bodyquake had ceased.  She just
listened to the twin sounds of her heartbeat and
the gentle flow of the water as it bounced off her. 
Those first moments after an orgasm were meant
to be relished, something Jack had never come to
understand in the twenty odd years they'd been
together.  Usually, the moment he had climaxed,
he was up and out of her and on his way to sleep.
Of course in this instance, Jack was ever so far
from her thoughts.      
	Eventually, the water and Jennifer's fires
began to cool and she lifted herself out of the tub. 
Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the  tub
and onto the carpeted floor.  She retrieved a large
bath towel from the wall bar and began to dry
herself. 
	Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth
against her nipples. Jennifer stopped for a moment
and  took a long look at herself in the bathroom's
full length mirror.
	"Not bad Jenn, not bad at all."  the
brunette mused to herself.  "Jack really should
take a good look at what he's tossing away."
	If she was totally honest, Jennifer would
admit to herself that yes, Karen did have a much
hotter body that she did.  Yes, her breasts were
both bigger and firmer and her ass and legs lacked
the extras, small as they might be, the years had
put on Jennifer.  Yet the one area where Jennifer
had it all over her younger rival was that Jennifer's
body came with a brain -- and that was the
ultimate sexual organ.  If Jack didn't appreciate
what he had and was willing to toss it all away,
well screw him.  Better yet, let Karen take care of
that little chore.  They were long past the staying
together for the kids sake stage.  It was time that
Jennifer saw what else life had to offer. 



	"Jennifer?"  Sally called out as she
knocked on the open door and stepped into the
living room.  "Jennifer, are you ready?"  she called
out a second time.
	"Be right down."  came a voice from up
the stairs in the direction of the bedroom. "Make
yourself comfortable."
	Taking a seat on the couch, Sally was
careful to adjust her dress.  The black gown had
cost her more than any dress she had ever owned. 
Low cut in the front, putting her milky white
breasts on display in the most tasteful way
possible, it had an equally plunging back which
made it fortunate that she almost never wore a
bra.  Only a thin half support held her bosom in
check.  
	A string of perfect white pearls hung
around her neck, a  gift left to her from her late
grandmother.  Her family had been furious when
they discovered that the priceless family heirloom
had been left to their disowned daughter. 
Grandmother Hsu had been the only one in her
family not to disown her.  After surviving a civil
war, interrupted temporarily by a world war and
then fleeing to a strange new land where she had
to start a new life, Hsu Chi-wang was not about to
also lose her favorite granddaughter as she had
lost so much in her life.  She may not have
understood the forces that drove Sau-ling to make
the decisions she had, but she loved her enough to
respect them.
	For the twentieth time, Sally checked her
reflection in the large mirror hanging over the
fireplace.  Tonight was so very important and she
wanted to look perfect.  Like Jennifer, she had
spent part of the afternoon getting her hair done,
although with a more cooperative hairstylist. Her
long silken black hair had been weaved into an
elaborate hairstyle.  She wore only the barest
traces of makeup, just enough to highlight her
natural beauty.  A pair of small pearl earrings that
she had bought for herself when she graduated
nursing school completed her accessories.	
	Again satisfied with her appearance, Sally
reminded herself how lucky she was to have a
friend like Jennifer Sutherland.  She would've died
if she had to cancel going to tonight's event.  After
the dinner dance tonight she would officially be
one of  "The Sisterhood." 
	 An organization older than she was, it
was sort of like a sorority for lesbians and bisexual
women.  A sisterhood where you could turn to for
help in any number of areas from emotional to
financial to professional.  Cheryl had proposed her
for membership a year ago and if she didn't attend
the dinner tonight, it would be a year before there
was another one.  
	"Ready."  Jennifer said as she walked into
the room.  
	So wrapped up in her thoughts, Sally
didn't hear Jennifer come down the stars.  Now
that she had her attention, it hit her like a
sledgehammer.
	"Oh my lord!"  Sally exclaimed as she
turned and watched Jennifer enter the room.
	Jennifer stood in the center of the double
doorway wearing an emerald jade evening dress
that matched her eyes.  Not as low cut as Sally's,
it was covered in back by a pair of cris-crossing
straps.  The bottom of the gown stretched almost
to the floor but was slit up the sides allowing both
ease of moment as well as a view of the long legs
beneath it.  Around her neck, Jennifer wore a gold
herringbone chain which drew attention to the
valley of her breasts.  Twin diamonds in a gold
setting hung from each of her earlobes, sparking
from the overhead lights.
	"Too much?"  Jennifer asked.
	"Oh no, not at all."  Sally replied,
regaining her power of speech.  "It's just that I've
never seen you like this.  The effect is, to say the
least, breathtaking."
	"Why thank you."  Jennifer smiled,
exposing pearl white teeth beneath her soft red
lips.  "But it is getting late and it's a long drive. 
Shouldn't we get going?"
	"You're right."  Sally said as she picked up
the night wrap she had draped across the couch.
	Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief as she
took her own wrap from out of the closet.  Sally
had said that the dinner was formal but she was
afraid that she had gone overboard.  It had been
fun getting all dressed up, a chance to put herself
on display.  The last two times she and Jack had
been out, it had been to functions where a simple
dress or a pants suit were more in order.  She
hadn't worn this gown in years and was happily
surprised when she took it out last night and
found it still fit.


	The drive out to Tompkins County took
just under two hours.  The actual dinner-dance
was being held outside of town in what appeared
to be from the outside a Victorian mansion that
had seen better years.  On the way over, Sally had
explained to Jennifer about the Sisterhood.  Partly
to let her know exactly what she was getting into
and partly to give her one last chance to back out.
	"Is there some kind of ceremony?" 
Jennifer had asked, visions of some kind of lesbian
orgy vivid in her mind.
	"Not really."  Sally said.  "At least not
much of one.  Just attending the event is ceremony
enough.  When you sit down, you find a small red
velvet box with a  gold pin at your table setting. 
After the welcome, your date pins you and you
are a member.  It's rather simple, but I think that
its beauty is in that simplicity."
	
	Jennifer's initial conclusion about the
dilapidated condition of the old house proved to
be oh so totally wrong.  From the outside, yes it
did look like an old house which stood alone on a
dozen acres.  The type of building that fills many a
teen fright film.  Once inside however, you
stepped into another age.
	The walls of every room were warm and
colorful.  Paintings of a variety of women filled
the halls, brightly illuminated by the light of crystal
chandeliers.  A long corridor led to what must've
once originally been a ballroom.  It had been
restored to its original 19th century splendor.
	At the entranceway stood a dozen young
women dressed in white.  They were busy
checking names on a master list and directing
people to seating assignments.  
	"This is amazing."  Jennifer whispered  to
Sally.  "I've never seen a place like this."
	"This is nothing."  Sally answered almost
inaudibly.  "Cheryl told me that they have some
sort of resort in the Caribbean where they have an
even more spectacular place."

	Their quiet conversation was cut short as
they reached the long check-in table and a tall cute
blonde took Sally's name.  Noting  the gold check
next to Sally's name, the blonde's smile grew even
brighter as she welcomed the two women yet
again and offered her congratulations.  She then
directed them to a table on the far right of the
room.
	At the table, there were small placards
with seating assignments.  Thankfully, theirs
simply said Sally Yee and guest.  Jennifer worried
for a moment that her's might have Cheryls name
on it.  Next to the plate in front of Sally's chair
was a small red velvet box, the only one on the
table.  Glancing around her, Jennifer saw a few
other table with the single red box. Evidently they
had scattered any new inductees among older
members.  A good practice she thought.
	
	"Would either of you ladies like a drink?" 
one of the white garbed young women asked as
she pulled out the two chairs for them to sit.
	"Yes, thank you."  Sally said as she moved
to their seat.  "Jennifer?"  she asked, turning to her
friend.
	The blonde attendant wrote down both
Jennifer's and Sally's orders on a small notepad she
wore around her neck.  A few minutes later, a
third girl appeared with the drinks.  Jennifer hadn't
gotten service this good in five star restaurants.  
	"Thank you."  Jennifer said as she took her
drink.  
	It was then that she noted that all of the
serving girls were long haired blondes.  It made
for a nice effect.


	"It's nice to see you again, Sally."  the
waitress said as she placed the drink in front of the
Asian woman. 
	That was when it hit Jennifer.   
	"Oh God!"  she exclaimed in her mind. 
"That's the girl from Sally's room."
	Sure enough it was, the one that Jennifer
had thought so resembled the teenager from that
old sitcom.  Up close like this, it was obvious that
she was indeed of legal age.
	'It's nice to see you too, Maureen." Sally
said, returning the girl's smile.
	
	"Is there something wrong?"  Sally asked
as she noticed the momentary discomfort on her
guest's face.
	"No, everything's fine."  Jennifer quickly
answered.  "I'm just trying to take everything in. 
This is all very exciting."
	
	Larger groups of women began to fill the
room and it wasn't long before most of the tables
were filled -- theirs included.  The other four
couples at their table were a varied combination of
ages and races.  All of them were very pleasant
and welcomed the two of them to the dinner. 
	Jennifer noted that everyone seemed to be
waiting for something before starting dinner.  A
glance in Sally's direction invoked the response
that they were waiting for their hostess.
	A few minutes later, the clock chimed
eight and a tall white haired woman strode in
through the huge double doors.  Jennifer thought
she was in her mid-fifties and was stunned to learn
that she had just passed her 70th birthday.  Her
dress was simple yet elegant.  Her only adornment
was round gold rimmed glasses.  
	Walking side-by-side with the woman
were two young women in the same simple white
outfits the blondes had worn.  Only in this case,
both of the new arrivals were brunettes.
	In answer to her unspoken question, one
of the older members identified the woman as
Miss Scarlett McMurphy -- the founder of the
Sisterhood and its leader since the mid 1950's.  
	
	"Ladies."  Scarlett said as she reached her
own place at her table, which was identical to
every other table.  "I'd like to welcome all of my
sisters, both old and new." 
	Bursts of applause erupted from every
table, testament to the esteem in which the older
woman was held by all.
	"I raise this glass in welcome to our
newest sisters."  Scarlett said in a surprisingly
strong voice as she lifted a glass of white wine off
the table.  "May they be acolytes no longer and
instead be counted among us as true Sisters."
	With that, the attention of all the members
turned to the acolytes seated at their tables.  With
renewed enthusiasm they applauded as each
remembered their own induction.  Jennifer was
unsure how to react until she saw a few of the
women pick up the small red boxes and open
them.  Remembering what Sally had told her in
the car on the trip up here about the initiation
ceremony, she likewise followed suit.
	Inside the velvet box was a small gold
rose.  It was a simple design, its significance far
outweighing its worth.  Sally had stood up by this
point, beaming at her moment of fame.  Imitating
the women she saw at the other tables,  Jennifer
took the gold pin and attached it to Sally's gown. 
That simple act was followed by an even more
thunderous applause.
	Retaking their seats, the women heard
Scarlett complete the simple ceremony with an
invocation that they should always be as they are
now - friends and equals.
	No sooner had Scarlett retaken her seat
when two dozen of the white clad blondes
appeared, each bearing plates with what was to
prove to be a most appetizing dinner.

	Near the end of dinner, another face
familiar to Jennifer came up to the table and
embraced Sally.  The two woman exchanged
friendly kisses and hugs.
     	"Oh Sally mon amour, je suis si heureuse
pour toi. Maintenant que nous sommes soeurs tu
dois venir me rendre visite a Montreal."  the
young woman said as she hugged Sally once
more.
	"Je le ferai, ma cherie. Peut-etre cet ete."
Sally answered as she kissed Maria again on her
cheek. 
	Suddenly, Jennifer felt like the proverbial
fifth wheel.  Then almost as if Sally could read her
mind she turned to her and smiled. 

	"Would you like to dance?"  Sally
suddenly asked Jennifer as Marie went on to
speak with someone else.
	"I'd love to."  Jennifer replied.

	Once out on the dance floor, Jennifer
became all too aware of the nearness of Sally's
body to her own.  Glancing down, she could see
down the valley of her breasts in the revealing
dress and she experienced a rapid flush.  It wasn't
the first time she'd danced with another woman
but it was the first time she'd been sexually excited
by doing so.  She could feel the warmth of Sally's
skin beneath her hand and the gentle touch of her
cheek against her own. 
	"I do want to thank you again for coming
here with me."  Sally whispered.  "This means so
much to me."
	"I'm glad."  Jennifer replied.  "I'm having a
wonderful time. I'm glad I came along."
	"You're as good a dancer as you are a
friend."  Sally complemented.
	"That goes both ways."  was Jenn's
answer.
	The slow song went on as the two women
swayed across the dance floor in each other grasp. 
It felt so right and natural, and best of all, in this
company no one would give them a second glance
except in admiration.
	"You smell so nice."  Sally said as the
sweet aroma of Jennifer's perfume filled her. "I've
always loved that scent."
	"I'll have to get you some."  Jennifer
suggested.
	The music ended and with it the dance. 
Jennifer and Sally slowly, hesitantly broke their
embrace.  They stood there, inches apart until
Jennifer impulsively kissed Sally.  
	The brief touch of her lips against
Jennifer's took Sally by surprise.  It was as
pleasing as it was unexpected.  
	"That's just my little congratulations as
well."  said Jennifer in hindsight.
	
	
	"Can I cut in?"  a tall redhead said as the
music began to start up again and she held out her
hand to Sally.
	"It's okay, I'll just wait back at the table." 
Jennifer said as she began to step away from Sally.
	"Nonsense,"  the redhead said.  "We'll just
switch partners."  she added as she motioned to
the older woman she'd been dancing with.
	
	Before Jennifer could comment, the
redhead's previous dance partner had taken her in
hand and led her to another section of the dance
floor.  The dance was another slow one and as she
put her arms around Jennifer she asked if she
should lead.
	"Please do." Jennifer replied, thinking what
the hell, she might as well enjoy the night as much
as she could.  And she was enjoying herself.
	
	"So where has Sally been hiding you."  the
black and gray haired woman said as they moved
across the floor.  
	"Oh we're just friends."  Jennifer
answered.  "I'm not...I mean...."
	"It's all right, I understand."  the 50 year
woman said with a smile.  "But I can't shake the
feeling that we've met somewhere before."    
	"Oh I'm sure we haven't."  Jennifer
insisted.
	"I guess you're right."  she agreed.  "I
know I would've remembered a pretty woman
such as yourself.  My name's Rose by the way."
	"It's nice to meet you Rose."  Jennifer
smiled, enjoying both the dance and the sudden
memory of the orgasm she had enjoyed as she
watched Rose Marie fuck her friend.



	As wonderful as the night had been, it had
to end eventually.  It was long after one in the
morning when the party finally started to break
up.  Everyone was saying their farewells among a
bevy of kisses and hugs. 
	"Are you ready?"  Sally asked Jennifer as
she waved good-bye to a woman across the room.  
	"Yes.  I can't remember the last time I felt
so exhausted and so exhilarated at the same time." 
Jennifer replied.  "I had so much fun."
	"No wonder you're wiped out."  Sally
laughed.  "You must've danced with almost every
woman in the place.  Everyone kept asking who
you were.  A few even asked me for your phone
number."
	"You didn't?"  Jennifer asked in mock
horror.
	"No, I just said you were unavailable." 
Sally grinned.
	"Good."  was Jennifer's reply in mock
relief.  "I really hadn't planned on dancing so
much, but once I got started I couldn't stop."
	"Well as long as you had fun."  Sally said. 
"We'd better get to the motel, it's really late "
	"That was a good idea you had, renting a
room so we wouldn't have to drive all the way
home."  Jennifer said.  "I think I'd fall asleep
behind the wheel."
	"We definitely wouldn't want that."  Sally
said.
	

	The Oakdale Heights Motel was only a
quarter mile down the road and they were there in
ten minutes.  If the desk clerk thought it strange
that two women in evening wear had reserved a
room for the night he gave it no mention.  All he
cared was that they had paid in advance for the
room for the whole night which was a lot more
than most of his customers did.  They were more
interested in the hourly rate, or in the case of
many of the teenagers -- the half hour rate.
	
	"Well it's not much, but it's a soft bed and
running water."  Sally said as she stepped into the
room.  
	"You can have the running water, I'll take
the soft bed."  Jennifer said as she followed Sally
into the room.     
	"All right, I'll wash up first."  Sally said as
she took her overnight bag and stepped into the
very small bathroom.
	
	Sally exited the bathroom ten minutes later
wearing a short blue teddy and nothing else.  Her
nipples were clearly visible through the thin
material and the bottom of the small outfit barely
extended below her exposed pussy.  
	"All yours."  she said as she tossed her bag
on the floor alongside the bed.  "You have any
preference?"  she asked, indicating the twin beds. 
	"No, I'll take whatever's left."  Jennifer
called out from the bathroom.
	
	Cleaning up took only a few minutes and
the splash of water against her face helped clear
Jennifer's head.  It was a good thing that Sally did
the driving over here because Jennifer was sure
she'd had too much to drink.  It wasn't as if she
was drunk or anything but better to not take any
chances.
	Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a
cotton nightshirt that she had packed.  She held it
up in front of her in the mirror and looked at her
reflection.  
	"Now that's boring."  she said to herself. 
"But thankfully I packed more than one."
	With that she pulled out a sheer pink
chemise and matching coat.  It was an old habit
that she'd developed over the years.  She'd always
carry something plain in her overnight bag which
gave Jack a non-verbal message that she wasn't in
the mood.  If she ever came into a bedroom with
full pajamas he might as well grab his pillow and
head for the couch.  There had been a lot of  those
pajama nights over the last year.
	Wrapping the coat around her, she exited
the bathroom and walked across the room to the
bed on the far right.  She took off the coat, which
was after all mainly worn for effect and stood
highlighted in front of the night table lamp.  The
chemise was even sheerer than Sally's teddy and as
she stood sideways, her ample breasts were clearly
visible.  
	"Goodnight."  she said as she crawled into
the bed.
	"Goodnight Jennifer."  Sally said as she
watched her friend in the light.
	
	"Shit!"  Jennifer suddenly called out as she
jumped up in bed.
	"What's wrong?"  Sally called out as she
also jumped up.
	"The damn bed's broken."  Jennifer called
out.  "One of the springs is sticking out of the 
mattress."
	Pulling back the sheets, Jennifer exposed
the broken spring.  It was sticking a good inch out
of the mattress.  
	"Well I can't sleep here."  Jennifer noted.
	"I'll call the front office, maybe they have
some kind of roll-away bed or something."  Sally
suggested.
	"Forget that, I've slept on one of those
things once -- never again." Jennifer answered.
	"Well, these beds are pretty large, you're
welcome to share mine."  Sally finally offered. 
	A quick look of concern flashed across
Jennifer's face as she considered the idea.  A look
that didn't go unnoticed by Sally.
	"If that's a problem, I'd be happy to take
the roll-out and give you this bed."  she added.
	"No, it's not a problem."  Jennifer finally
smiled.  "Not a problem at all.  If I can put up
with Jack's snoring I can put up with anyone."

	Sally shifted over and made room for her
friend on the left side of the bed.  It wasn't long
before both women were fast asleep.  A sleep that
was calm for Sally but troubled for Jennifer.
	It wasn't that Jennifer didn't trust Sally that
caused her to pause before sharing a bed, it was
that she really didn't trust herself.  Weeks of
imagining that she was Sally's lover had taken
their toll on her self-control.  And tonight, as they
danced together, everyone who watched them
assumed that they were indeed lovers.  
	The erotic dreams of the past two months
returned with what sleep Jennifer got.  If anything
they were now more intense as she now had bits
of personality to match up to the faces that before
had only been sexual images.  She imaged herself
licking away at Maureen's pussy while Marie
performed a similar service on Jennifer's.  While
Marie licked at her clit, the rest of Jenn's pussy
was being assaulted by Rose Marie and her
artificial manhood.  The Philippine and Japanese
women who she didn't see at the dance also
returned -- each lovingly caressing one of her
breasts.  Finally out of the corner of her eye, she
could see Sally.  Totally nude, she was sitting at
the feet of Scarlett  McMurphy, who is turn was
idly playing with Sally's breasts as she watched
Jennifer and all her lovers.
	
	"Oh my!"  Jennifer said to herself as she
snapped awake, her body covered in a film of
sweat.  "That was the most intense dream I've
ever had."
	But the half naked body pressed against
her wasn't a dream.  The small teddy Sally wore
had been pushed up during the night, exposing her
pussy to the night air.  The illumination from the
night light they'd left on was more than enough to
give Jennifer a clear view.  She had seen Sally
nude so many times these last two months, but the
feelings racing through her had never been this
intense before.  Her heart was racing and she
wondered what it would be like to just touch her. 
Fate had thrown them together in a way that could
make it possible.  She would never get another
chance like this.  
	"If I nudge up against her, I can always act
like I'm doing it in my sleep."  she thought.
	Rolling over, Jennifer draped her arm
around Sally's sleeping form, just like she had
done a thousand nights with Jack.  She shifted and
hugged her body up against Sally.  A smile filled
her face as she felt the warmth of Sally's back
through the thin material that covered her own
breasts.  
	"This feel so nice."  Jennifer thought again
as she extended her left arm and hand along Sally's
side, bringing it to a rest on her exposed stomach.
	Taking a deep silent breath, Jennifer glided
them upward under Sally's teddy until her fingers
reached the underside of  her left mound.  The
Asian woman's skin was so warm and soft to the
touch.  Hesitantly, listening for any sign of her
wakening, Jennifer cupped the breast and softly
squeezed.


	"Oh!"  Jennifer moaned wordlessly as the
supple flesh gave way under the slightest pressure. 
	Carefully she began to massage Sally's
mound, her fingers caressing the dark nipple. 
Feeling the nipple grow hard and erect under her
touch, Jennifer became bolder.   
	Her eyes tightly closed, both to mimic
sleep and to allow her to enjoy every tactile
sensation without distraction, Jennifer reluctantly
released Sally's breast and lowered her hand until
it came to a rest on Sally's leg.  The older woman
had to suppress another sigh as her fingers made
contact with the tightly trimmed hair between her
smooth legs, concentrating instead on guiding it to
the deep valley in the center of it.  Electric sparks
seemed to shoot up her fingers and through her
arm as they brushed across Sally's clit. Carefully
she brought them back across the tiny nub a
second and third time.  The only reaction from a
still sleeping Sally was a soft murmur which
Jennifer was more than willing to take as a sign of
encouragement.
	"Guess it's time to go for broke."  Jennifer
thought as her finger pressed against the center of
Sally's pussy and parted the sensitive lips.
	With a boldness she didn't have minutes
before, Jennifer quickly located Sally's clit and
began to rub against it.  It only took a few minutes
for her finger to become covered with Sally's
juices and a quiet moan issued from the sleeping
woman's lips.
	A sudden louder moan caused a cold panic
to flash through Jennifer's body, draining instantly
the warmth she had been enjoying.  Sure that Sally
was waking up, she began to withdraw her finger.
	Her slender fingers froze and became as
cold as ice as she felt Sally's hand close on her's,
restricting her movement.
	"Don't stop."  Sally whispered without
turning her head.
	"What?" Jennifer gasped.
	"I said don't stop."  Sally repeated, this
time turning to face the other woman.  "It feels so
good."
	"Sally I was just......I mean...."  Jennifer
stuttered.
	"You were just doing what felt good." 
Sally said,  a smile evident in the dim light. "You
don't have to stop. I want you to go on."
	
	Jennifer looked into Sally's eyes and saw
an understanding that she had never seen in Jack's
eyes.  Her most secret fantasy was within her
grasp.  All she had to do was reach out and take
it.
	"Is it okay if I kiss you?"  she asked.
	"If you don't...I'll kiss you."  Sally grinned.
	
	Leaning over, Jennifer pressed her lips
against Sally's, an act she had fantasized about
endlessly since that morning Sally had shared her
secret with her.  Their first kiss was brief, just the
barest touch of soft flesh against flesh, the type of
kiss you would give a sister.  Jennifer took a
moment to savor the sensation, then kissed Sally
again.  This time it was the kiss of a lover -- long
and deep.  She felt Sally's mouth open, allowing
her tongue easy access.  Their tongues met and
began to dart in and out of each other's mouths.
	The soft wetness of their touch sent a
spark of excitement though the older woman. 
Closing her eyes, she felt the caress of the younger
woman's tongue as it explored the inner reaches of
her mouth.
	For long minutes the two exchanged
tongues, striving to drive them deeper with each
new kiss, tasting the sweetness of each other. 
Sally then broke away and began to trail kisses
down Jennifer's neck, up behind her ears, then
down to her shoulders.  Jennifer arched her head
back to give Sally greater access, closing her eyes
and savoring the gentle stroke of the younger
woman's tongue.
	"Do you want to go on?"  Sally whispered
into Jennifer's ear as she kissed it as well.
	"Oh yes!"  Jennifer gushed without
hesitation.  "I want to love you.  I've never wanted
to love someone so much that it hurt."
	Sally's reply was a warm smile and the
placement of Jennifer's hand on her now exposed
breast.   
	
	The unspoken invitation broke down the
last of Jennifer's inhibitions.  She bought her
mouth down to Sally's breast and kissed it softly. 
Again and again she kissed it until she had
covered every inch of the warm flesh.  Then her
attention turned to the hard dark nipple, running
the tip of her tongue over it and around the
equally dark circle. She repeated this a few more
times before taking it into her eager mouth.
	"Mmmm"  Jennifer moaned, a sentiment
shared by Sally as she leaned back and enjoyed the
attention.  
	Jennifer was ecstatic to discover that the
feel of another woman's breast in her mouth was
all that she'd imagined it would be.  For long
minutes she continued to feast on that mound of 
delight, then moved over to its twin.  Whichever
breast was denied the warm embrace of her mouth
was rewarded with the soft touch of her hand. 
She continued to alternate between the two,
feeling the nipples grow even harder with each
sucking.
	As she laid back and enjoyed the attention
given her breasts, Sally had reached down
between Jennifer's own legs and traced the outline
of her womanhood. Jennifer sighed loudly as she
felt Sally's fingers enter her.   The first time
anyone other than Jack had ever touched her
there.  A touch that was so different, so gentle
and at the same time  so familiar.  It was almost as
if it was her own hand, privy to all the secret
places within her. 
	With each passionate breath, Sally slid her
fingers in and out, coating them with a steady
supply of lubricant.  Jennifer meanwhile was still
feasting on those beautiful mounds, trying to take
more of them into her mouth with each attempt.
	Following Sally's lead, Jennifer also
reached down and began to caress the younger
woman's pussy, taking up the task she had
abandoned what seemed hours before.  She
quickly found the spot she had left off at and the
two woman began to enjoy the ministrations of
each others hands.
	Now it was Sally's turn to enjoy the fruits
of Jennifer's bounty.  With her free hand she
exposed the older woman's ample endowments
and brought them within reach of her more
experienced tongue.  The combination of her
skillful fingers and tongue was enough to send
delightful spasms throughout Jennifer's body,
expanding ripples with grew with each passing
moment.
	"Oh Yes, Oh Yes!"  Jennifer called out as
the convulsions of her body quickly grew to an
intensity that foretold an orgasm.
	Feeling her body tensing, Sally redoubled
her efforts and drove Jennifer over the edge.  As
she felt her vaginal muscles lock around her
fingers, she bit down on the nipple in her mouth --
sending an intoxicating mixture of pain/pleasure
rippling across Jennifer's quaking breast.
	"Oh Shit, Sally!"  she screamed loud
enough to be heard in the next room. "Fuck me,
fuck me so hard!"	
	With that, Sally let Jennifer's breast fall
from her lips and while still pumping her fingers in
and out as fast as she could, threw her entire body
on top of her.  Sally's mouth pressed against
Jennifer's, muffling her cries.
	It wasn't until she felt Jennifer's body go
limp beneath her that she released her grip. 
Kissing Jennifer again, this time soft and tenderly,
Sally whispered comforting words of love.
	
	"That was so incredible."  Jennifer finally
said as she regained her breath.  
	Sally grinned as she stroked the hair on
Jennifer's sweat stained brow.  "Now that we're
broken the ice, so to speak, are you ready to see
how good it can really be?"  she asked.
	Jennifer's eyes opened wide in
astonishment.  "You mean it gets better?"  she
asked in disbelief.
	"Rest up a few minutes, and we'll see how
much better it can get."  Sally replied as she ran
her fingers down between the valley between
Jennifer's breasts.


-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

	"Oh yes....yes !!!"  Jennifer screamed as
Sally's nimble tongue once more stretched up and
caressed her clit.  
	Sally was laying between Jennifer's legs,
her hands pressing tightly against the older
woman's ass, her face pressed hard against her
bushy wet mound.  Jennifer couldn't believe what
she'd been missing all these years.  On those rare
occasions that Jack had performed cunnilingus on
her, it had been a lackluster event -- not much
better than masturbation.  Sally, on the other
hand, attacked the core of her sexuality with a
vengeance, sparking fires within Jennifer that she
had long thought gone forever.
	"More, more!"  she called out as she
shifted position to give her lover even better
access.  
	The sweet perfume of Jennifer's pussy was
intoxicating to Sally.  More so by the knowledge
that she was savoring an ambrosia she knew no
other woman had ever partaken of.  She was
determined to give her friend a climax she would
remember to her dying day.  
	Faster and faster her tongue twirled
around Jennifer's excited clit, alternating between
soft strokes and hard licks.  Each caress brought a
tasty treat into her mouth, a harbinger of the feast
yet to come.
	As much as she wanted to just lean back
against the headboard and enjoy Sally's skillful
attentions, Jennifer was more interested in being
an active participant.  She shifted her body and
laid out across Sally in a classic sixty-nine
position.  She lowered her face between Sally's
legs and planted a soft kiss on the center of her
mound.  Then with as much tenderness as she
could muster, she used a free hand to part the twin
walls that hid Sally's priceless pearl.
	She took a moment to savor the aroma,
the first time she had been close enough to
appreciate the scent of another woman
	"I could really get used to this."  Jennifer
thought as she tried to mimic the expert attention
her own pussy was getting.
	As Sally continued to lick away, Jennifer 
reached down and began to probe Sally's own 
mound with her fingers.  She wasn't surprised to
find it  already very wet. Lubricating her fingers
with the  wetness, she slid them inside.   Sally
responded to this entry with a gentle, playful
nibble on Jennifer's clit, sending a sudden jolt up
from her crotch.  A second finger followed the
first, then a  third.  In no time at all, Jennifer had
all three fingers  buried in Sally up past the second
knuckle.  Like a tiny cock, she pumped them in
and out, keeping time with the movement of
Sally's tongue.
	After a little while, Jennifer moved to
replace  her fingers with her mouth.  Eager for her
first taste of another woman, she buried her face
between Sally's  legs. A fire fueled by anticipation
raged within her.  Slowly, sensually, wanting to
treasure this moment, Jennifer slid her tongue
within Sally's pearl and took her first taste of
womanhood.
	Swallowing her first taste of another
woman,  Jennifer was pleased to find it different
than her own which she had tasted on numerous
occasions.  It made her realize that each woman
was  different and special.  After a  few minutes,
her anticipation but not her fire cooled and the
brunette steadied into a relaxed rhythm.  An
action rewarded by soft moans from Sally.  It felt 
so good to be able to take her time now, to stretch
each  pleasing moment to as long as she could
make it  last.
	Between her legs she could feel Sally's
more  experienced tongue guiding her to yet
another  eruption.  She began to gyrate her pelvis,
trying to  keep time with the thrusts of Sally's
tongue.  The world didn't exist beyond the four
walls of this cheap motel.  All that mattered was
the woman beneath her and the approaching
climax she knew they both would share.  
	Jennifer's heart was again racing and her
body trembled as they rocked back and forth on
the bed.  She could a feel a similar tremor in
Sally's naked form beneath her. Both bodies were
covered with sweat as they raced with desire. 
Sally pressed even harder against Jennifer's cunt,
driving her tongue just a little deeper.  Inspired by
the result that had on her own body, Jennifer
followed suite. 
	In the course of their relationship, Jennifer
and Jack must've made love a thousand times
over.  Yet except for their early days, she had
never approached the blissful plateau she now
enjoyed.
	Faster and faster waves of rapture swept
across her body like the surf crashing against the
shore.  Her body began to quake involuntarily and
for a moment a fear that she was having a seizure
flashed across her mind.  But when Sally's body,
pressed tight against hers, began to oscillate as
well, a reassuring calm filled her mind.  She
surrendered to the forces taking control of her
body as each quiver and quake evoked a sense of
nirvana. 
	
	It was impossible for her to tell how long
her orgasm had lasted or when exactly it had
ended.   She hesitantly opened her eyes to find
Sally's smiling face laying inches from her own. 
The look on the Asian woman's face was one of
total contentment.  The thought that Jennifer's
actions had put it there made her feel even better.

	Without a word, Sally gently kissed
Jennifer's lips, letting her tongue make the briefest
of contacts with Jennifer's.  A second and third
kiss followed, first on one cheek, then the other.
Only then did she speak.
	"I hope that was everything you expected
it to be,"  she said in a soft, gentle tone.
	"No, it wasn't."  Jennifer said as a look of
disappointment flashed across Sally's face.  "Never
in my wildest dreams could I have I imagined
anything that fantastic." she playfully added.
	
	"So where do we go from here?"  Sally
asked, the look of serenity returning to her face.
	"I'm not sure."  Jennifer said.  "I really
don't know what's going to happen between Jack
and I but I do know I may want to try this again."
	"Well even if you don't, I'm still your
friend."  Sally replied.  "And I'll always be just a
floor away if you need me."
	"I appreciate that." Jennifer answered.
	"And if you do feel the need to visit me
one night, perhaps you'll get to see what it feels
like to be on the other side of the peephole in the
wall."
	Now it was Jennifer's turn to look
shocked.
	"You knew?"  she gasped.  "For how
long?"
	"Since that first night with Amber."  Sally
replied.
	"But how?  Why didn't you say anything?"
Jennifer asked.
	
	"You made way too much noise that first
night."  Sally explained.  "So after Amber fell
asleep, I went into the storage room and found the
hole.  It was easy since I had put my light back on
and the other room was dark.  At first I thought it
might have been Jack, and I was ready to move
out the next morning.  Then I realized it had been
you."
	"How did you know it was me?"  Sally
asked, a little confused.
	"Remember how I told you that I always
loved the perfume you wear.  Well there was still
just enough of a scent in that room to tell me that
it was you who had been watching us."
	"But why didn't you just cover up the
hole?" Jennifer added.
	"Because I wanted to see if you were
going to keep coming back.  That's why I kept
bringing women home with me, normally I don't. 
Because it was exciting knowing that you were
watching, knowing that you were playing with
yourself as you watched my lovers and me."
	Jennifer suddenly understood.
	"And most of all, I think there was a part
of me that was hoping that it might lead to this.  I
know I said I wouldn't seduce anyone's daughters,
and that was true.  But I lied when I said that also
included lonely housewives.  At least not if they
found their way into my bed on their own."
	"Well I am both shocked and upset." 
Jennifer said in an angry voice.
	"I'm ....I'm sorry."  Sally said as she pulled
away slightly.  "I never thought you'd react like
this."
	"Well there's no excuse for what you did." 
Jennifer continued.  "Turning me on week after
week, and then luring me up here knowing that I'd
be unable to resist your charms."  
	Sally didn't know what to say.  She never
imagined this reaction.
	"You went to all that trouble..."  Jennifer
angrily concluded.  "...and you never bothered to
pack one of those strap-ons in your bag!"  she
added in a much calmer, playful tone.
	"What?"  Sally said, disbelieving what
Jennifer had just said.
	"I don't know about you, my precious
love, but this is one woman who is in need of a
serious fuck."  Jennifer said. "And while I'm at it, I
guess I really should apologize for spying on you
all this time."
	
	With that she closed the distance Sally had
pulled away and this time she initiated the long
and meaningful kiss.  Both woman knew that
when they got home tomorrow morning, that was
a lapse that they would quickly correct.


END

Ann Douglas

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 			Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 			Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
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