ate: Sat, 7 Jan 2012 21:26:17 -0500 From: Barry Gold Subject: Another Bump In the Road Sarah ...Allison Another bump in the road by Donal krazydog@juno.com girls-1 Allison knocked on Sarah's backdoor after a brutal basketball team practice. She was looking forward to a long, hot shower, a soak in the Jacuzzi, and a massage by her lover's magic fingers. When nobody answered, she let herself in, figuring Sarah was upstairs and hadn't heard her. "Munchkin?" What she saw on the dining room table was a shock. The lights were turned down low and candles burned on either end of the table, flickering flames in the stub. Only two places were set, soup bowls on the plate. She dipped a finger into the soup and tasted it, Vichy-Soisse. A crown prime rib roast was the centerpiece and a small Caesar salad sat beside a wine goblet. She took a sip of the goblet's contents, CranGrape juice. A dish of peas and corn was beside the prime rib. Allison looked in the kitchen and saw a Baked Alaska melted on the counter. Suddenly a light bulb came on over her head, "Oh My God! It's our anniversary." Sarah had reminded her about it this morning. Her parents were gone so they'd have the house to themselves and she was preparing a special dinner. And Allison had no flowers or gift. Now frantic, "Sarah, where are you?" She wasn't in the living room or the den. Allison edged up the stairs listening. Near Sarah's bedroom door, she thought she heard a sniffle. Opening the door a crack, "Sarah, are you in here?" "Go `way." "Can we talk about it? I'm so very sorry!" "No. Go `way." Allison entered and turned on the bedside lamp. The wane light showed Sarah with the covers pulled up to her chin and facing the wall. Allison sat on the bed and Sarah edged away a little. Allison touched Sarah's shoulder but she shrugged it off. "Please, Munchkin. Can we talk?" "No. Go `way." Knowing that it was useless to push Sarah when she was in such a mood, "Ok, see you in the morning." Allison went back downstairs, figuring she could, at least, clean up the mess she'd made. She put away what leftovers she could and threw away the rest. She put the dishes in the dishwasher and took the trash out. The candles had already put themselves out when she'd come down. Kitchen and dining room done, Allison trudged upstairs. Hesitating at the top, she considered, "(It probably would not be a good idea to try to get in bed with Sarah.)" Turning, she went into Sarah's brother's room. It was the first time they'd slept apart while under the same roof. Undressing, Allison crawled under the cover and cried herself to sleep. * * * When she woke up, Allison felt like a wrung-out dishrag. Her eyes were red and puffy. She took a hot shower and felt a little better. She dried her hair, but left it straight for the moment. Slipping on a t-shirt and shorts, Allison padded downstairs to face the day and hopefully, her justifiably angry paramour. Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table, a glass of OJ in front of her. She didn't look like she'd slept much either. "Morning," Allison ventured. Sarah looked up, "Morning. Thanks for cleaning up." "It was the least I could do after the incredible blunder I made last night. May I explain?" "You can try." "I was getting ready to leave school so I could stop by the florist before coming home. I was telling Janie about our plans when Coach came up. She was worried about our next opponent and with the tournament coming up; she was calling a special practice. I figured she'd run through the plays to make sure we had them, and talk about strategy, and let us go. I'd still be home in time, but without flowers. So I didn't call." "I'm guessing that's not what happened?" "Too right! She ran us ragged. First, she made us do a bunch of fundamental drills; lay-ups, free throws, passing, etc. Then we scrimmaged. After that, she reviewed our next opponent, the two after that and our possible first round opponent in the tournament. By the time she let us go, I'd lost track of the time and forgotten about dinner." "So, basketball is more important than our anniversary?" "That's not what I'm saying at all. I'm saying I'm human. I make mistakes. Something that was very important to me slipped my mind. I didn't remember it until I got home and saw the table. I'm very sorry. Can you forgive me?" "I'll think about it." "What about the concert tonight?" "You forget dinner, but remember the concert?" "Please, Sarah. Give me a break. I'm sorry dinner was ruined. Can we go to the concert at least?" "I'd see if Rikki and Ginny want the tickets. Or the `rents." "Please, Sarah. Luther Vandross is one of your favorites." "I'm going upstairs." "Please, Precious!" Sarah never looked back. * * * Allison went upstairs, gathered her stuff and let herself out. Her Mom was watching the morning news when she came in, "Good morning, Dear. Aren't you home a bit early?" Allison surprised her Mom by crawling into her lap and sobbing on her shoulder. Her Mom cradled her head and hugged her, "Oh, Mom. I'm in so much trouble!" "Why? What happened?" "Coach called a special practice yesterday and I missed dinner and Sarah is totally pissed at me and she told me to give the concert tickets away and she was so cold and distant..." "Slow down, Honey. Tell me from the beginning." She told her mom everything; from Sarah reminding her about dinner, to seeing the table, to Sarah's silent back going up the stairs, "I messed up so bad." "Yes you did, Honey, but not irretrievably. I think if you give her some time to cool down, Sarah will come around. We'll have to think up a couple of ways to help the process along." "OK?" "Now, did you at least bring flowers?" "No. I was going to pick them up on the way home. I forgot them along with dinner." "No gift either?" "No." "We'll take care of that first. Go get dressed." While Allison got cleaned up, her Mom called Sarah's Mom to fill her in. They talked about her plan to get the two lovers back together. Allison came back down, "You better call Rikki and Ginny and see if they want the tickets." "You don't think we can salvage things by tonight?" "Sweetheart, if Sarah is as mad as you think she is, you'll be lucky to talk to her by tomorrow. You don't have to say why the tickets are available; just ask if they want them." "OK, Mom." Rikki and Ginny were ecstatic, especially when Allison offered to baby sit. They made plans to bring Lauren over and get the tickets. Allison promised to explain later. * * * Their first stop was the florist. "What do you think? Two dozen roses?" Allison had picked up a blank card and was considering what to write down when her Mom spoke, "OK." Choc ...Flowers. Then her Mom saw that the florist was also a chocolatier, "No, I think something else is in order." While Allison wrote out the card, her Mom placed an order for a dozen yellow roses and a 5-pound box of their best chocolate covered strawberries and cherries to be delivered to Sarah's house ASAP. "Where to next, Mom?" "There's a jewelers just down the block."Sarah was sitting at the kitchen table nursing a glass of milk and a sandwich when the bell rang. She opened the door to find a deliveryman holding a long rectangular box and a smaller square one. "Ms. Sarah Black?" "Yes." Handing her a clipboard, "Long's Florist. Sign on line 12, please." Sarah signed the form and handed the clipboard back to the young man. He passed her the two boxes, "I'm afraid I don't have anything for you." Smiling, "Not to worry, Miss. The sender took care of my tip. Have a good day." "Thanks, you too." Sarah closed the door and set the boxes on the table. She opened the rectangular one to find a dozen, long-stem yellow roses. She picked up one and inhaled the rich scent. She set the flower down and reached for the square box. In it, was a box of Swiss chocolates. Sarah recognized the brand. Sometimes Allison and she splurged and bought a piece each. She reached for the card in the flower box. * * * Scanning the jewelry store, Allison's Mom asked, "What were you planning on for a gift?" "A `2' charm for her bracelet." "That's a good start, but I think we need something bigger." "Like what?" "Did Sarah have any interest in an ankle bracelet when you looked at chains?" "Not really." "But she asked to borrow the hairpiece you got for the Gala?" "Yes." "Perfect." A word to the jeweler brought out a tray of barrettes and hair clips decorated like Allison had never seen before. Her eyes were drawn to a gold piece with an ivory and mother-of-pearl backing and inlaid with stones in the shape of `"'. "Are those stones emeralds?" "Yes." "That's Sarah's birthstone." "Excellent. And an inscription to complete the package." Allison looked at the price tag and blanched, "14K gold. Mom, I can't possibly afford this. It costs too much." "Who's asking you to? Just tell the lady what inscription you want on the back." Allison realized, at that point, that their mom's were doing their `Mom' thing again, greasing the way for their children to be happy. "One more thing and I think our plans are complete. Which restaurant serves the best prime rib?" "I don't know." "Café Diane. You two are going to dinner." The hairpiece would be delivered to their house tomorrow. * * * Sarah knew the flowers were from Allison and appreciated the gesture. She drew the card out of its envelope. It read: She couldn't bring herself to destroy such beautiful things. She found a vase and put them on the dining room table. Sarah opened the box of chocolates, picked up one the strawberries, and bit into it. The berry's tart flavor, combined with the sweetness of the chocolate was decadent. Sinful. Almost primal. The opening door signaled her parents coming home from their overnight `trip.' Sarah ran and hugged her mom before she could even get her coat off, "Oh Mom. I think I did something incredibly stupid last night." Her Mom hugged her back, "And good afternoon to you too. Let me get my coat off and you can tell me about it." * * * Rikki and Ginny brought Lauren over just after Allison and her mom got home. They thanked her for the tickets. They were going out to eat before the concert and promised to bring souvenirs. Allison's mom convinced them that they didn't have to pick up Lauren up until after breakfast. Rikki and Ginny were overjoyed to have a night to themselves. * * * Sarah showed her Mom the roses and the chocolates. Her Mom picked up one the cherries and ate it. Sarah thought she heard her mom murmur, "Nice touch, Jean." They sat on the couch and Sarah laid her head in her Mom's lap. Stroking Sarah's hair, "Now, what has you in such a state?" Sarah told her everything; from Allison being late, to the argument, to her walking out on Allison. "I over reacted. Didn't I?" "Just a bit." "And I told Allison to give the concert tickets away. That I didn't want to go." "Understandable. Rash, but understandable." "Is there anything I can do to fix it?" "I think its best we leave things alone until tomorrow. Now, were there any leftovers from dinner? I'm starved." "Allison put everything away and cleaned up last night. I haven't looked to see what was salvageable." "Well, let's go look then. I'm sure your dad's hungry too. We didn't stop for lunch." The only things they had to replace were the salads and the Baked Alaska. New salads were easy and Sarah's chocolates would make a fine desert. "Mmmmm! This prime rib is delicious, Honey. I congratulate you on your first attempt at it." "Thanks, Mom. It is good." * * * Rikki and Ginny showed up the next morning with programs, t-shirts, and a CD. They told stories about how good the concert was, which tore at Allison's heart. When they were about to leave, "Do you think Lauren could do me a favor?" "How `bout it, Little Star? Feel like helping Aunt Allison after she put up with you all night?" Lauren's answer was on of those beautific smiles. Allison gave them the box with the charm in it and asked them to drop it off at Sarah's house. "Why?" "Let's just say we had an argument and leave it at that for now." "OK." They would take Sarah's concert souvenirs to her also. * * * They were cleaning up from breakfast when the bell rang. Sarah's Mom opened the door to find Rikki, Ginny, and Lauren standing there, "Good morning, Dr. Black. Is Sarah here?" "Good morning to you, ladies," chucking Lauren under her chin. "Sarah, you have visitors." Ginny spoke first, "Only have a minute. We just wanted to drop off your concert souvenirs and Allison wanted Lauren to give you a box. Go ahead, Honey, give Sarah the box." Lauren held out the box and Sarah took it, "Thank you Lauren." She got a smile back. They raved briefly about the concert, promised more later and took off for parts unknown. Sarah gave out a small gasp when she opened the box to find the `2' charm. It seemed like she'd just closed the door when the bell rang again. This time, it was Kathy, their six year-old neighbor. She handed Sarah an envelope, "I was asked to give this to you." "Asked by whom?" "I promised not to tell." Sarah was sure Allison had sent the note, probably another apology, "Next time I see her, I'll tell her you did a very good job." Kathy's eyes got big, like Sarah was a mind reader. She closed the door again as her Mom poked her head around the corner, "Who was it?" "Kathy, from next door. An anonymous person asked her to give me this," holding up the envelope. "What's it say?" Her mom looked over her shoulder as Sarah opened the envelope. Inside it was a card that read: diana_garden_statue.jpg Text Box: You are invited for dinner tonight at 8 pm. Formal dress. Limousine will call at 7:30 pm. Her mom whispered in her ear, "I think you've been full-court pressed. Is that gold dress you hosted Dad's party in clean?" "I'll check. I think so. Why Café Diane?" "I don't know. I guess you'll have to go and find out." * * * At precisely 7:30, the doorbell rang. Sarah's Dad answered the door and saw a gentleman in a black suit and cap waiting, "Good evening, Sir. How may I help you?" "Good evening to you too, Sir. I'm here to collect Ms. Sarah Black." "Just a moment. Sarah, your ride is here." Sarah's mom had helped do her hair and makeup. She'd also loaned her a shawl. "Thanks, mom," Kissing her on the cheek. "You've never looked prettier. Have an open heart and you'll be fine." The driver handed her into the back seat of the limo and they started off. He took the route along the river where they could also see the skyline. Obviously, he'd been told to take the scenic route into town. "Driver, we won't be late?" "Not to worry, Miss. We have plenty of time." Sarah sat back and enjoyed the scenery. When they pulled up in front of the restaurant, the driver came around and handed Sarah out to a liveried greeter. "Thank you,..." "Louis, Miss." "Thank you, Louis. It was a nice ride." "You're very welcome. I'll be here when you're done too." * * * The greeter held the door open for her. "Welcome to Café Diane." The maître-d appeared before her, "Good evening, Ms. Black. This way please." He led her towards a center table, one of the best tables. Allison was seated at on of those tables. The maître-d pulled the chair out and held it as Sarah seated herself. Allison spoke first, "5 minutes please, Giles, then you may begin." "Very good, Miss." Turning to Sarah. "Thank you for coming." Ok "Thank you for the invitation. It really wasn't necessary. You had me with the charm." "I figured the least I could do was replace the dinner I ruined." Sarah looked down and saw the ribboned box resting on her plate, "What's this?" "The charm was your anniversary present. This is an apology for hurting the most important person in my life, if she'll have me." "She might be amenable to convincing, if she thought it sincere. She really was hurt when she had nobody to celebrate with. Maybe she overreacted a bit, but the hurt was real." "I understand that now. I knew it when I saw the table and remembered what I'd forgotten. Am I forgiven?" Sarah smiled, "We'll see after dinner. What's in the box?" "Open it and find out." "Oh! It's so beautiful." She picked up the piece and admired the workmanship, the materials, the symbolism of the `"'. "Now we can borrow each others hairpiece. Read the back." Sarah turned it over and read the inscription: Text Box: "To my one true love. I love you forever. I will always love you. After reading the inscription, there were tears in her eyes. Sarah decided to wear the hairpiece, which delighted Allison to no end. While Sarah was putting on hairpiece, Allison nodded to the waiter, who came over and set a bowl of soup on each plate, then a Caesar salad. He poured something bubbly into their champagne flasks. Sarah tasted the soup, "Vichy Soisse! And..." Glancing at the glass. Allison chuckled, "Sparkling Apple Cider. I couldn't convince them that CranGrape juice was appropriate." The girls grew silent as they ate, occasionally trying to guess some the spices. Allison sensed that she had to let Sarah lead for now. When they were done, the plates were cleared and prime rib with peas and corn alongside was served. Sarah remarked, "Prime rib two days in a row? I think I could get used to it." "Two days?" "We had the leftovers for dinner last night. Mom said I did a good job." "I'm sure you did." "It was nice of Rikki and Ginny to bring us the souvenirs. I'm sorry we didn't get to go. Did you get a CD too?" "No. They only bought one and I told them to give it to you. They told me they wanted to offset the cost of the tickets and to thank Mom and me for babysitting Lauren. "I'm sure they appreciated it, especially since they had the night to themselves. They don't get enough of that." "Can you guess what desert is," Allison asked as their plates were whisked away and their glasses refilled. "Oh, I don't know. Baked Alaska, maybe." "Brilliant as well as beautiful. It's no wonder I love you." Sarah blushed at the compliment. When they were done, they talked of inconsequentials and sipped their cider as the table was cleared. Allison had the maître-d make sure the limo was ready, signed the check and walked arm in arm with Sarah to the door. The greeter held the door for them, "Thank you for dining at Café Diane. Come again soon." Allison replied, "Thank you. Everything was excellent." * * * Louis was standing beside the limo when they came out, "Good Evening, Ms. Black. I trust dinner went well?" "Very well, thank you Louis. I'm sure you already know my friend Allison." "We met earlier. Good evening, Ms. White." "Good evening, Louis. I hope this imp didn't give you any trouble on the way over?" "Imp...?! Trouble...?!" "No, Ms. White. She was the perfect passenger. She sat back and enjoyed the scenery." "Are we ready to go?" "Whenever you are." He handed them into the back seat and they set off. Louis used the same route along the river. Sarah and Allison watched the sights go by for several minutes. "Louis, is there a partition?" Allison smiled and pushed a button. A dark panel rose between the girls and the driver, "You'll let us know before we get home?" "Of course." Sarah looked Allison in the eyes and kissed her briefly, chastely, "You're forgiven." "I promise to pay more attention." Sarah kissed her again, this time longer and fiercer, "You're forgiven. To..." "Us. The Calendar. Everything." Sarah kissed her a third time. This time it was an all-out, passionate, soul searing, tongue dueling, reach for the heavens kiss. "You are forgiven. I'm not asking for more attention, just equal attention. Remember when we helped Rikki's Mom teach Ginny and her about balance?" "Ah, balance." Just then, Louis came on the intercom, "Ladies, we're a few minutes from home." Allison pushed a button beside the speaker, "Thank you, Louis." The girls checked their makeup and were composed when the limo pulled up in front of Allison's house. Louis handed them out, "It was a wonderful ride, Louis. We'll recommend you highly if any of our friends need a limo." "Thank you, Ladies. It was a pleasure serving you." * * * There was an envelope on the table beside the door addressed to both of them. In it was a note from her mom, "Sarah and Allison. I hope dinner went OK. It was our turn to `disappear' for the evening. Try to leave the house reasonably intact, if you can. If you can't, have fun. Something to remember: We expect you to make mistakes and argue at your age. The trick is to make them small mistakes and always make-up longer than you argue. Mom." Allison looked at Sarah, "They say `Father knows Best.' I think it should be "Mom knows Better." "I agree. Now, what was it she said about making up?" Allison leaned in and kissed Sarah, "I believe that it should be long, slow, and passionate." "Wow, two in a row. Very good. Care to try for three?" "I think I can handle that." She took Sarah by the hand and led her upstairs. In her bedroom, Allison lit a candle and hit on the stereo. Wonder-of-wonders, it was the Luther Vandross CD from the concert. "Man, the moms are sure working overtime." Turning to her love, "The answer to the 3rd question is," and bent to kiss Sarah at the same time she reached around to begin unzipping her dress slowly. Sarah breathed, "Oh, too right," and leaned into the kiss. Allison finished unzipping Sarah's dress and let it fall to the floor. Sarah reached for Allison but she shook her head, "I'm still apologizing." "I said you are forgiven." "Let me do this, Precious. It would mean a lot to me." Allison brushed Sarah's bra strap off her shoulder and Sarah surrendered. When she had finished divesting Sarah of her clothes, Allison stood back and worshipped her form, her presence, her scent, and knew that she was hopelessly lost in love for the woman in front of her and sorry she'd made her cry. Starting at Sarah's left earlobe, Allison gently nibbled on it. Moving onto the nape of her neck, Allison started down the arm. She ended up kissing each fingertip and intertwining her hand in Sarah's. Traveling back up her arm, Allison moved down to Sarah's breast. Circling it with her tongue, Allison brought Sarah's nipple to diamond hardness. Sarah's hand tightening in hers told Allison that Sarah liked what she was doing. Continuing down, Allison made sure to stop briefly at Sarah's belly button. Sarah flinched a bit as it tickled. "Lay down for me, Love. Please." Sarah did and Allison took a moment to take off her own clothes. She hung up the dresses so they wouldn't get too wrinkled. Allison renewed tracing down the outside of Sarah's leg with her tongue, fingers, and hair, awakening her senses. Pausing at her feet, Allison considered. She picked it up and started massaging the sole, putting Sarah's lessons in reflexology to use. The effect was immediate. Sarah sighed and settled; her whole body relaxed. Tracing between each toe with tongue and finger, Allison kissed each on and moved to the other foot. Repeating the process, Allison knew Sarah was ready. Tracing up the outside of her other leg, Allison stopped at Sarah's belly button before capturing her other breast. Allison felt the first of, hopefully, many orgasms wash over Sarah. Astride her now, pussy-to-pussy and breast-to-breast, Allison watched her love bask in the glow and bent down to kiss her, "Am I still forgiven?" Without opening her eyes, Sarah reflected, "I don't know. You were a little off that time. I think I'd like to have another to be sure." "Off...?! Another...!?" And an all-out tickle war erupted. Sarah escaped out the bedroom door and down the stairs when she started to get the worst of it. Allison followed more slowly, wary of what Sarah might do. She reached the bottom of the stairs and flicked on the kitchen light. No Sarah. She inched over and reached in to turn on the living room light. No Sarah. Just as Allison reached for the light in the den; Sarah grabbed her wrist, threw her on the couch, and jumped on top. The war was on again. Being bigger and stronger, Allison was soon able to turn the tables, "Off was I?! Another you want?! Ask and ye shall receive." Using her hands and mouth, Allison drove Sarah towards the mountaintop. When she reached the apex and launched into ecstasy, Allison kept her there. Orgasm followed orgasm until Sarah pushed Allison away, "Please, no more." Sarah looked up, saw Allison's sly grin, and knew it wasn't over yet. She crawled towards the kitchen, Allison caught her by the ankle, "I do believe I was still a little off. I think I should do another, just to be sure." Sarah soared into rapture again. Too weak to push Allison away, Sarah passed out. Allison lay down beside her on the kitchen floor to keep her warm. When she woke up a few minutes later, "Am I still forgiven?" Sarah sighed, "After a performance like that, I may have to forgive your next faux-pas in advance. I need a shower." Allison sniffed, "I agree. We haven't done it in the bathroom yet tonight either." Sarah pulled away, "Give me some time to catch my breath, please." She turned and ran for the stairs. "OK." Allison lovingly bathed Sarah from head to toe, but allowed her time to recover. Sarah took advantage of the respite to latch onto Allison's nipple as soon as she'd rinsed it. "No fair...Ooo!" Before the night was over, there was an encore lovemaking session in the kitchen and the den. They christened the living room before ending up in the bedroom, spooned together, dead to the world. * * * Sarah and Allison were nursing a glass of juice at the kitchen table when her parents got back. Exhausted after their night of making up, they'd slept late. "Good morning, Ladies. The house is intact, there's no blood on the floor, and you both look like you had fun, so I trust everything is OK now?" "Good morning to you, Mom. Yes, everything is fine now. Sarah and I reached a new understanding about balance. How was your night out?" "Your Dad took me to the 4 Seasons for dinner and then up to a suite he'd booked. I daresay we had as much fun as you." "Moommm?!" "Well, where do you think you came from? And what did you decide about balance?" "That I would pay equal attention to everything." "Wonderful. Something I didn't put in the note because we wanted to see how things went. If you both are on your best behavior for awhile and anything else dire we can think up, we'll see what we can do about getting you into one of the remaining concerts on Luther's tour." Both girls jumped up and smothered Allison's Mom with hugs and kisses. Sapphic Erotica Copyright 2007 Donal