Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2006 14:14:14 +0000
From: Ann Douglas <ann_douglas@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Cupid's Arrow" FF - (1/1)

	Cupid's Arrow
	by Ann Douglas
        (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

For Mordmorgan, because I promised him a Valentine's Day
story a very long time ago.


	For nearly forty years, on almost any night between
September and June, Angelo's Pizza was standing room only.
The Saturday before Valentine's Day proved no exception.

	Without question, the best pizza in the small college
town, it was also one of the most popular gathering places for
students in their off hours.  Aside from great food and cold
refreshments, it was also the home to Angelo's Girls, an
attraction that set it apart from would be imitators.

	Back when Angelo Farinelli had first moved his little shop
to Trinity Point from New York City in the early sixties,
Angelo's Girls had been just that, his six daughters.  Tall,
pretty and statuesque, they had drawn male students to his
pizza parlor like moths to a candle.  In the years since, girls
from both the town and college had replaced his offspring, but
the result had remained the same.  To many students, having
been one of Angelo's Girls ranked higher than Prom Queen.

	Of the dozen girls who wore the red shorts and white
T-shirts that made up their familiar uniform, few had been as
popular as Jenna Walsh.  In her last year at the school, the
twenty-one- year-old stood five seven and weighted a hundred
and twenty-four pounds.  Short black hair, recently cut to just
above her neck, framed a flawless face.  What caught the
attention of most of the male patrons, however, was the
perfectly proportioned bust that filled out her tight fitting
top.  An example of nature's handiwork that no Beverly Hills
surgeon could ever match.

	"Come on, Jenna, give me one reason why you can't come
with me to the party at the Delta Gamma house tonight,"
George Tyler asked as he leaned over the counter, trying not so
hard to keep his eyes off nature's handiwork.  This year's
starting quarterback, George wasn't used to having girls turn
him down.  "It's not like you're still going out with Brian, not
with him five hundred miles away."

	Brian Hennisy, who had graduated last year, had been the
previous starting quarterback.  He and Jenna had been an item
all through her junior year, but had ended their relationship
when he went back home to Maine.

	"If you must know,"  Jenna said as she handed the
customer she'd been waiting on his change,  "I already have a
date."

	"Break it,"  George said self confidently,  "Whoever it's
with, I can guarantee that he'd not the man I am."

	"I'll give you that,"  Jenna smiled knowingly, "but I've
never broken a date to go out with someone else before and
I'm not going to start now."

	"You don't know what you're missing,"  George replied,
hoping to change her mind.

	"Oh I have a pretty good idea,"  came her response as
she  took a twenty-dollar bill and a check from another
customer.

	The look on George's face told her he wasn't going to go
away easy.  It was obvious that he viewed going out with her as
one of the perks of being starting quarterback.  To pick up
where Brian left off so to speak.  It was going to take more
than a simple no to discourage him.

	"Hey, George,"  Chuck Miller, another member of the
team called out as he pushed his way through the crowd,
"what's holding things up?  That pizza is going to be ice cold by
the time we get it back to the party."

	"The pizza will be fine,"  George said as his teammate
took the spot next to him at the counter.  "I'm just trying to
get Jenna here to come back with me to the pre-Valentine's Day
party when she gets off in ten minutes."

	"You're kidding, right?"  Chuck said, a look on his face
that baffled George.

	"No, I'm serious, why,"  George replied.

	"You don't know?"

	"Know what?"

	Chuck looked at Jenna, getting only a smile in return.  It
looked like she wasn't going to have to do anything more after
all.

	Chuck pulled George away from the counter a few feet
and began to whisper something into his ear, keeping his voice
low enough that only his friend could hear.

	Not being too obvious about it, Jenna watched intently,
focusing on the reaction on George's face.  She couldn't be
sure what Chuck was saying, but from the change in expression,
the brunette could just about tell when the word "dyke" came
into play.

	"No fucking way,"  George exclaimed, loud enough for
those around him to hear.

	Chuck nodded his head, confirming what he'd just said.

	"Shit!"  was George's final word before, after glancing
back in Jenna's direction for a second, heading for the door and
leaving Chuck to manage the ten boxes of pizza on his own.

	Jenna gave Chuck a little smile as she helped him tie the
boxes into two sets of five.  She didn't hold what he had said
against him, not when she'd come out publicly at the end of last
term.  It wasn't either of their fault that not everyone had
gotten the word yet.  And with those that did, the reactions
had been mixed to say the least.

	The worse and best reactions, at least those she had
been most concerned about, had been right here at Angelo's.
Susan Dee, who had came in second to Jenna in just about
everything over the last few years, had seen this as her chance
to change the playing field.  She tried to convince some of the
other girls to complain about having to work with Jenna, but
few saw it as any of their business.  Undeterred, the brunette
had gone to Mr. Farinelli himself, sure that the octogenarian
would see things her way.

	At first, the old man, who still kept control of the
business even though his son-in-law ran the day to day
operations, said that he was sorry to hear that Susan was
unhappy in the way things were at the restaurant.  He listened
intently as she pointed out that she felt uncomfortable working
with that sort of girl, and while she was sure that everyone was
entitled to live their life as they wanted, people might
eventually think that Angelo's encouraged that kind of lifestyle.
And in a town as small as this, that could be very bad for
business.

	Susan was sure that the day was going to end with Jenna
being shown the door.  To her dismay Mr. Farinelli's had instead
wished her well and promised to write her a glowing letter of
recommendation for her next employer.  What Susan hadn't
counted on was the fact that Maggie Farinelli, his youngest
daughter, had come out of the closet a decade before.  The
product of a much earlier generation, Angelo Farinelli had
nevertheless come to grips with whatever homophobia he might
have once had long ago.

	"And that's it for tonight,"  Jenna said as she rang up
her final customer and logged herself off the register.

	"Lucky you,"  Karen Doyle, Jenna's roommate,  said as she
took Jenna's place at the counter,  "I'm going to be here until
closing time."

	"I'm sure you'll make up for it tomorrow, "  Jenna said as
she leaned over and gave Karen a kiss on the cheek.

	Out of the corner of her eye, Jenna could see one of the
delivery boys watching her.  Not the first time, she thought, as
if they hoped that one day they'd catch her giving Karen a full
one right on the lips.  Maybe one of these days she would, just
to see their reaction.  She was sure Karen would go along with
it.

	"I hope everyone has a Happy Valentine's Day,"  Jenna
called out to the other workers as she took a long, heavy cloth
coat off the rack and began to bundle up.

	"Not at happy as you're probably going to have,"  Karen
replied with a wicked smile, in a voice just loud enough for
Jenna to hear.

	Karen had been the total opposite of Susan when Jenna
had let spill that she was now playing for the home team.  A
friend since their freshman year, Karen saw no reason to
change that because of who shared the other side of Jenna's
bed.  Jenna certainly had never held it against her when guys of
less then sterling character shared hers.

				-=-=-=-

	Leaving Angelo's behind, Jenna held her coat tight
against the cold and caught the bus out to the small first floor
apartment she'd moved into when she'd left the college dorm at
the beginning of the term.  Once she'd decided to come out,
living in the dorm didn't seem like too good an idea.  Her
parents, who were much more understanding than she ever
imagined they'd be, were quite willing to shoulder the extra
expense.  An expense that turned out to less than she first
thought it would be after Karen, who had grown tired of the
snide comments of some of more conservative elements in the
dorm, had jumped at the chance to also live off campus.

	Jenna hadn't told George the whole truth when she'd said
she had a date this evening.  Actually, she was going away for
the holiday with the woman who had become over the last few
months, the new love in her life.

	Her name was Moira Kerrigan, and was perhaps the most
unlikely girlfriend any of Jenna's friends might've imagined.
Whereas the men the brunette dated, and sometimes bedded,
were usually a mix of GQ and Sport's Illustrated, Moira looked
like the nerdy girl everyone picked on in high school.

	Three inches taller and a year younger, Moira had bright,
curly red hair.  A trim figure and modest breasts made her
appear quite ordinary, at least to those who gave the bookstore
clerk only a casual glance.  Jenna herself has almost acted the
same way when she'd first met the younger girl at a Winter
Solstice Celebration while she was home during the holiday
break.

	Jenna had overheard Moira quote one of her favorite
books in explaining a point to someone else and, after that
discussion had ended, introduced herself to the redhead.  What
had originally been intended as just a brief hello and comment
that it was nice to see she wasn't the only one who read obscure
books, turned into a conversation that didn't end until long
after the party.  A dialogue that proved instrumental in Jenna's
decision to come out.

	Jenna had know she was attracted to girls as far back as
her thirteenth birthday.  Up until her college years, however,
that attraction hadn't gone beyond a handful of stolen kisses
with a few close girlfriends.  Kisses that had more in common
with practicing for boys than reciprocating sexual attraction.
At sixteen, Jenna had fallen totally and hopelessly in love with
her best friend, Judy Morales, only to have her heart broken
when her heartfelt outpouring of affection had been rejected.
Not only rejected, she would always remember, but ridiculed.

	Any feeling she had for other girls found themselves
buried away soon after that.  Locked away by the desire to fit
in and never suffer that pain again.  Always surrounded by boys
eager to take her out, Jenna had little problem discouraging any
suspicions she might once have aroused.  In fact, she eventually
realized that she might be overcompensating when it got back
to her that some people had begun to think of her as a slut.
"Slut", however, had to be preferable to "dyke", she tried to
tell herself.  Especially since, starting with her freshman year,
she'd started sneaking off, first to a lesbian bar about fifty
miles away, and to then to private gatherings on campus, to
meet other women.  Some desires, she finally admitted, could
only be buried so long.

	Meeting Brian Hennisy the year before had been as great
a stroke of good fortune as she could've wished for.  As hard
as it might've been for anyone to imagine any girl with Jenna's
much reported reputation with guys to be more interested in
girls, it was even more inconceivable that the All State
Quarterback was happiest sharing his bed with another man.
Yet both were truth.  Each covered for the other on a
multitude of levels, going so far at times as to double date with
their current interests.

	Most of the women Jenna had met over the last two
years had been fun enough, both in and out of the sack.  But all
of those relationships had been based on lust, not love.  They
usually fell into two categories.  Women who were already out
and couldn't understand why you weren't also, and girls, like
herself, who desired the company of other women but weren't
about to publicize the fact.

	All that ended the night of the Solstice.  Five minutes
after she first looked into the nineteen-year-old's soft green
eyes, and heard her say her name in a soft lyrical voice, Jenna
knew her world had changed forever.  Two hours later, it was as
if she'd known the younger woman all of her life.

	Moira had been out since her sixteenth birthday.  An
event that she liked to say preceded her moving out on her own
by less than twenty-four hours.  Her parents, it seemed, were
hardly as understanding as Jenna's.

	Undeterred, Moira had herself declared an emancipated
minor by the courts and set out to make a life for herself.  An
act that caught her parents by surprise since it gave her early
access to an inheritance left to her by her grandparents.  While
not enough to live on indefinitely, it did help her finish high
school while she worked part-time.  College on a partial
scholarship followed and she never looked back.

	A line had been crossed and, only a few nights later,
Jenna went out with another girl in public for the first time.
Not only just in public, but they found themselves at a table  in
one of the most high profile restaurants in town, surrounded by
the pillars of the small community.

	Despite the fact that the pastor of her church was
sitting only two tables over, having dinner with the ladies
auxiliary, Jenna could think of nothing else but wanting to crawl
under the table and between Moira's legs.  The prospect of
spending the rest of the night licking the redhead to orgasm
was more appetizing than anything on the menu.

	After dinner, while they took a late night stroll along the
town square, Jenna let Moira know in as tactful a way as she
could, what she'd been thinking during dinner.  Moira laughed
and said that not too dissimilar thoughts had occurred to her
also.

	"That's great,"  Jenna had said with enthusiasm.  "I don't
think that going back to my house would be too good an idea
though.  My parents wouldn't be too cool with my having brought
a guy back to my room to sleep with him before I told them, so
I don't want to test their understanding too much.  But there's
a nice motel about a mile or so down the road and we can..."

	Moira cut her off with a wave of her hand.  Then she
took Jenna's in her's and smiled.  A smile that made the older
girl warm all over.

	"Baby, as much as I think the idea of getting naked and
nasty with you would be high point of my month, if not my year,
that's not what I want from you,"  she said in that musical voice
that Jenna loved.  "At least not all I want.  I want us to get to
know each other, to share what we feel.  To see if there's
something there that could be more than just a tumble in the
sheets."

	Jenna had never heard words that made her heart beat
so fast.  Every encounter with a woman she'd had in her life had
fallen into what her little brother like to call the `wham, bam,
thank you ma'am' category.  Fun, but hardly the stuff of
relationships.  The thought that love, not lust was possible was
more than she dared dream about.

	So they had begun to date, seeing each other every
weekend and taking it slow.  So slow in fact that Jenna had to
laugh when she realized that she was being more of a prude at
twenty than she had been at fifteen.  That was the age she'd
given her first blow job to Peter Gordon after they had been
going out for only three weeks.

	Not that their dates had been purely platonic.  Right
from the start they'd made out with each other, the thrill of
Moira's tongue in her mouth carrying more excitement than
Peter's cock ever did.  They'd explored each other's bodies with
their hands, and eventually brought each other to orgasm with
their fingers.  But still, they had yet to go what Jenna still
thought of as ` all the way.'

	Two weeks ago, Moira had gone back home following the
death of her mother.  Her dad had passed on the year before
but when she'd called and asked if it would be okay for her to
come home and pay her respects, Moira's mother had made it
clear that as far as she was concerned, her oldest daughter
might as well be dead herself.  It was only at the request of
her younger sister, Mary Alice, that she was making the trip
back now.  To put the past behind her and help settle their
parents' estate.  Evidently, it was a lot for a newly turned
eighteen year old to handle.  Before she left, Moira had
promised Jenna that she would be back for Valentine's Day no
matter what happened.

				-=-=-=-

	Checking the clock on the mantle as she stepped inside,
Jenna, was glad to see that she still had two hours before
Moira would be at her door.  After eight hours working at
Angelo's, the one thing she wanted more than anything else was
a long, hot bath.

	One of the things she fell in love with about her
apartment, aside from the privacy, was the old clawfoot
bathtub in the bathroom.  Having had to share a shower with
four brothers and sisters, it was an almost sinful indulgence.

	Small wisps of steam rose from the bathtub as Jenna
carefully added enough cold water to bring the temperature
down to a tolerable level.  Once she was satisfied that it had
been reached, she carefully eased herself into the tub, slightly
bending her legs so that she could cover her entire body up to
her neck.

	The warmth of the water felt great as it penetrated her
skin, easing away the hours she had spent on her feet.  This was
always her favorite part of the day, a time when she could let
all of her cares float away.

	Reaching for a bar of soap and a washcloth on the shelf,
Jenna sat up in the tub and began to wash.  The mix of hot
water and soap felt good as she rubbed it across her breasts.
So good in fact that before she knew it, she was playing with
her mounds, squeezing them and rubbing her fingers against her
nipples.

	"It's a pity this tub isn't larger,"  Jenna mused as she
enjoyed the tiny ripples cascading across her chest, "Moira and
I could share it."

	Jenna shut her eyes and let the warmth of the water and
the pleasing sensations of her touch take her away.  In her
thoughts, she imagined that the redhead was indeed in the tub
with her, their bodies intertwined in such a way as to make
room for the two of them.

	After washing the rest of her body, Jenna ran the
washcloth and soap down her legs, coming to rest at the
carefully trimmed mound between them.  She washed it gently,
the motions of her hand sending a familiar tingle radiating
outward.  Past experience had taught her to wash this part of
her body last because it inevitably led to a more pleasing
practice.  Today proved no exception.

	Letting the soap and washcloth drift free, Jenna slipped
two outstretched fingers deep inside herself, sliding them
along her sensitive inner skin.  The excited touch caused her to
moan softly as she brought the rest of her fingers into play.  It
was a well-practiced routine, one that she knew would quickly
bring her to a state of bliss.

	Leaning back against the wall of the tub, Jenna again
pictured Moira, imagined her naked sharing her bath.  In her
fantasy it was the pretty redhead's fingers bringing her to
orgasm, not her own.

	Fantasy or not, it wasn't long before her body began to
tremble as the forces she had unleashed began to take hold.
The tiny ripples were now powerful waves, crashing against the
shoals of her sex.  Her mouth opened with a silent cry as every
inch of her exploded, the fantasy and reality of the moment
interlocked.

	As much as she wished it could last, the moment like all
others soon passed.  Laying in the still warm water, Jenna
wondered if reality would surpass the fantasy.  Then the clock
on the mantle chimed the hour, telling her that if she really
wanted to find out, she'd have to get a move on.

	Standing up in the tub, Jenna retrieved the soap and
washcloth and cleaned once more between her legs.  Then she
climbed out of the tub, grabbing a large bath towel from the
wall bar.  As she dried herself in front of the large mirror that
hung on the back of the bathroom door, she paused for a
moment to take stock of herself.

	"Not bad Jenna, not bad at all."  the brunette mused to
herself.  "No wonder every guy on campus wants to get you in
his bed."

	As she tossed the now damp towel into the hamper, she
desperately hoped that Moira would feel the same way.

				-=-=-=-

	It took just about all of the time she had left for Jenna
to select just the right outfit.  After trying on half a dozen,
she chided herself for her distraction in the tub.  They had
agreed on casual dress for their date, but nothing in her closet
seemed good enough.  Should she wear a dress or pants?  What
colors were Moira's favorites?  Finally, she remembered the
answer to the latter and picked up a nice blue dress with white
trim that showed off her best assets but was still respectable
enough to wear to church.  At least if you had an understanding
pastor.

	Standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom, Jenna
turned every which way she could to judge her choice.
Eventually she decided it was the right one and opened her
jewelry box to find appropriate accessories.

	Keeping it simple seemed the way to go so she settled on
just a pair of hear shaped gold stud earrings and her nameplate
necklace.  The latter had been a gift from her father on her
sixteenth birthday and she always thought it brought her luck.
Finally, with fifteen minutes to spare, Jenna was ready.

	The quarter hour seemed to take forever to pass and as
she watched the hand on the clock move just past the hour, the
added delay seemed unbearable.  Jenna actually jumped when
she heard the doorbell ring and had to force herself not to
race for the door.  Counting to ten before getting up from the
chair, she realized that she hadn't been this nervous about a
date since junior high school.

	That attempt at composure lasted as long as it took to
open the door and see Moira standing on the top step.  In the
space of a moment, how much Jenna had missed the other girl
came rushing back in a single flash and, oblivious to how cold it
was outside, she rushed forward and threw her arms around
her.  Their lips met and Jenna pulled her even closer, pressing
her tongue deep into Moira's mouth, sharing the passions that
were keeping her warm.

	"Sweetheart, it's not that I don't appreciate the
welcome,"  Moira gasped as their lips parted and she readjusted
the glasses Jenna had nearly knocked off her, "but your
neighbors ..."

	"Fuck my neighbors!"  Jenna laughed in the moment
before she kissed the redhead again.

	"Well if you think we have time,"  Moira laughed when
Jenna again came up for air,  "but we have dinner reservations
for eight and it's almost an hour's drive to where we're going."

	The reminder that they were going away together,
coupled with the effect of the cold air on her unprotected skin
abruptly snapped Jenna back into focus.  Despite having come
out a few months before, she hadn't exactly hung out a sign on
the door that said `lesbian lives here'.  She'd let people know on
a come as you may, case by case basis and sort of liked it that
way.  Better to not let any nosey neighbors see her trying to
give Moira an impromptu tonsilectomy.

	"It's just that I'm so glad to see you,"  Jenna gushed as
she finally released her hold.

	"I'm happy to see you too, babe,"  Moira replied, "but do
you think we could go inside where it's warmer."

	Jenna quickly led her inside, closing the door behind
them.  She impulsively gave Moira one more kiss, this one a bit
more circumspect, before giving the redhead a chance to take
off her coat.

	Once the long winter coat came off, Jenna was greatly
surprised to find Moira wearing  a dress.  It was the first time
she had ever seen her in one.  It wasn't like her newfound love
was butch or anything, it was just that she always seemed to
prefer slacks and buttoned up blouses.

	"I hope you like it,"  Moira said as she watched Jenna
take stock of her the bright green garment.  "I wanted to wear
something special tonight."

	"It certainly is special,"  Jenna beamed as she took
Moira's hands in hers and pulled her closer for another kiss,
"but then so are you."

	The kiss was brief, just enough to accent her words.
Moira's admonishment about their reservations told her that
they'd better get on the road if they were going to make
dinner.

	Her overnight bag had been carefully packed the night
before so it took only another minute to get that and her coat.
Moira had donned hers as well and soon enough they were on
their way.

	"What did you do to the car?"  Jenna asked after they'd
been driving a few minutes, taking note that the ride was a lot
smoother than she'd come to expect from the ten year old
Ford.

	"Mary Alice's boyfriend is a mechanic,"  Moira replied as
she turned off the country road onto the Interstate.  "She said
that as long as I insisted on keeping this hunk of junk, her
words not mine of course since I think it's a classic,  the least
she could do was have Roger make sure it was safe to drive."

	"It almost feels like it's brand new,"  Jenna noted,
pointing out that the well worn seats had been redone as well.

	"I think it practically is, he had it for almost the whole
time I was home.   He started out just replacing a few parts,
then one thing kept leading to another and before I knew it,
he'd rebuilt the engine."

	"That must've cost a bundle."

	"Yes and no,"  Moira answered.  "He wouldn't let me pay as
much as a dime.  Said it was the least he could do for his future
sister-in-law."

	"Sounds like a nice guy, Mary Alice is real lucky."

	"He is,"  Moira said, "and she is.  Not only is he totally in
love with her, he's also hung like a horse."

	"What?"  Jenna said in genuine shock, not being able to
imagine Moira ever making a statement like that.

	"Yup, I sort of accidentally walked in on the two of them
one morning, not knowing he'd slept over,"  Moira grinned as she
turned her head just enough that Jenna could see her
expression.  "You know, I was so impressed, I was almost
tempted to find out what the fuss was about.  Fucking a guy I
mean."

	"You're kidding, right?"

	"Well I did say, almost,"  she added as her grin turned
into a loud laugh.

	A laugh that Jenna then joined in as she realized she was
being played.

	The road beneath them quickly passed as they caught up
on what else had happened in each others lives.  At least those
details that had been left out of their almost nightly cell phone
calls.  Thank goodness for free late night minutes, both had
thought more than once.

	Jenna knew better than to ask where exactly they were
going, because she knew that Moira was determined not to tell
her.  Besides, it was more fun to be surprised.

				-=-=-=-

	"Well here we are,"  Moira announced a half-hour later as
she turned onto a paved private road.

	It was still too dark to see beyond the limit of the car's
headlights and Jenna anxiously looked out for sign of their
destination.  When it finally came into view, it certainly was a
surprise.

	Sitting on the edge of a small lake was a quaint
nineteenth century bed and breakfast.  As they pulled into a
small parking lot, Jenna noticed that only two spots were still
empty.

	"It looks like a full house," Jenna said, a bit of concern in
her voice.

	"Not to worry,"  Moira said as they slid into one of those
spots.  "I made reservations over a month ago, and I confirmed
them last week."

	"A month ago?"  Jenna asked in surprise.

	"I just had a feeling that things were going to work out
for us,"  Moira smiled,  "I hope you don't mind my presumption."

	"Hardly,"  the older woman said happily as she slid up
against the redhead and hugged her.  "You don't know how happy
that makes me feel."

	Moira got a small indication as Jenna sought out her
mouth and kissed her.  The kiss was brief, but filled with
promise.

	The interior of the Inn matched the outside, causing a
guest to almost imagine they had stepped a hundred years into
the past.  Like someplace her great-great grandmother might
have stayed.

	Stepping up to the small desk, behind which sat a pretty
young brunette, Moira gave her name and a copy of their
reservation.  While Moira signed the two of them in, Jenna took
an interest in an old telephone on the wall, which was Moira
later explained, a modern phone designed to look like an antique.
It was also, she further explained, the only phone on the
premises.  There wasn't even cell phone coverage in the area.
Walking through the halls and up the staircase to their second
floor room, Jenna noted that even the electric lights on the
walls were designed to look like nineteenth century gas lamps.

	The beauty of all she had seen so far paled, however,
when they finally reached their room.  It was like something out
of a fantasy.   A large oversized bed, framed by four tall
bedposts and a heavy comforter, dominated the center of the
room.  The light of a recently risen moon filtered in through
large, frost framed windows, beyond which was a beautiful view
of the lake.  In the corner sat a fireplace, as of yet unlit.

	"This is spectacular,"  Jenna finally said.

	"I figured you'd like it," Moira smiled.

	"But, baby, this also has to be costing a fortune,"  Jenna
added as her more practical side asserted herself.  "I'd be just
as happy in some off the road motel, as long as you were there
with me."

	"I know, sugar,"  Moira replied as she stepped closer and
took each of Jenna's hands in her own.  "But you deserve the
best.  I just want you to enjoy yourself and let me worry about
how much it cost."

	"I already have the best,"  Jenna said as she closed the
small gap between them for yet another kiss.

	"We still have time for dinner,"  Moira said,  "That is if
you're hungry."

	"I'm starved,"  Jenna replied, thinking that food wasn't all
she was hungry for but better to take care of first things
first.  "but let me make a quick trip to the little girl's room
first."

	The bathroom was as true to the period as the rest of
the old house. including a clawfoot bathtub that was almost
twice the size of the one in Jenna's apartment.  Running her
hand across the smooth surface, she couldn't help but think
that this had definite possibilities.  Definite possibilities
indeed.

	A soft knock on the door reminded Jenna that Moira was
waiting and she quickly joined her.  The dining room was as
impressive as everything else, with small intimate tables set
apart by the careful placement of plants and screens.  From
glimpses she'd managed to catch of some of the other guests,
Jenna saw they were a eclectic mix.  Of assorted ages, a few
others were also same-sex couples, putting the young woman
even more at ease.  One they were seated, Moira ordered for
the both of them, having planned even that in advance.

	"This is so incredible,"  Jenna said as they sipped the
non-alcoholic drinks Moira had ordered.  "I can't believe you did
all this."

	Moira just smiled back at her.

	"But I'm going to insist you let me help pay for it,"  Jenna
added.

	"I told you not to worry about that,"  Moira insisted.

	"But I do."

	"Look, I wasn't going to bring it up tonight, but I guess if
I don't, you're not going to relax and enjoy yourself,"  Moira
replied in a hushed voice.

	Jenna gave her an `I don't understand look`.

	"I'll admit that maybe I went overboard when I first
thought about this,"  Moira said,  "but I wanted the first night
we spent together to be as memorable as possible."

	"So do I, that's why I want to help pay for^Å"

	"But that's no longer a problem,"  Moira cut her off.

	Pausing a second to take a drink from her glass, Moira
explained that the reason Mary Alice had insisted she come
home was that, as it turned out, her parent's estate was worth
a lot more than either sister had ever imagined.

	"And your mother left part of that to you?"  Jenna
asked, thinking such a thing unlikely based on what Moira had
said of her.

	"No, if it had been up to Mother, and it was, I wouldn`t
been totally disinherited."

	"Then what?"

	"Well, it turned out that yes, Mother could leave the bulk
of the estate to Mary Alice,"  Moira went on,  "but what she
couldn't do was control what my little sister did with it after it
had been signed over to her."

	Again, Jenna's expression said she didn't understand.

	"No sooner had I walked in the front door when Mary
Alice handed me legal papers saying that half the estate was
now mine,"  Moira explained.  "She never had a problem with my
sexuality and hated the fact that our parents had driven me
away.  In fact, we still kept in contact over the years with cell
phones and email, so that Mother wouldn't know."

	"That was very generous of her,"  Jenna observed,  "but
still, I don't think you should blow all of it on this little trip.
What with tuition and everything else you have to pay for."

	"Jenna, my share of the estate came to almost three
hundred thousand dollars,"  Moira said as she concluded her
story.

	"Well,"  Jenna said after letting out a long, deep breath.
"I guess I won't have to feel guilty about ordering dessert
then."

	"No, I don't think so,"  Moira laughed.

	"I hope I can meet this sister of yours,"  Jenna laughed
as well, "she sounds pretty incredible."

	"Oh you will,"  Moira promised.  "Mary Alice said that she
expected both of us to be there at her wedding next month and
if anyone had a problem with us being there, they could go to
hell."

	"Yep, definitely have to meet this girl,"  Jenna smiled.

	Dinner arrived soon after and the quality of the food
matched that of the decor.  Combined with the company, Jenna
didn't think she ever enjoyed a meal more.  Putting the topic of
Moira's inheritance aside, they talked of their own future
together, one that began tonight and would, they both hoped,
last a lifetime.  Neither of them was naïve enough to think that
was a certainty, especially at such an early point in their
relationship.  Still, hope, like love was always eternal.

				-=-=-=-

	As the waitress cleared the last of their dishes, Moira
and Jenna sat there holding each other's hand.  Lost in each
other's eyes, they were oblivious to the younger girl's presence.
In fact, it wasn't until the house lights dimmed for the second
time that they realized the dining room was now closing.

	Both laughed and rose from the table, walking arm in arm
to the outer hallway.  They were greeted by the same young
woman who had earlier checked them in, who asked if they
needed anything else for the evening before she closed the
desk for the night.

	Moira assured her that they were fine and wished her a
good night.  Their arms still interlocked, the young lovers
climbed the carpeted staircase to the upper floor.

	Entering their room, Jenna was surprised to find that not
only had the bed been turned down in their absence, a large,
comforting fire had been started in the fireplace.  A glow that
sent playful shadows dancing across the walls.

	"I do love you,"  Moira said as she leaned close and kissed
Jenna.

	"And I you,"  she responded after their lips parted.

	A second kiss followed, as did a third, fourth and finally
too many to keep track of.  Their hands explored the now
familiar contours of each other's body, applying gentle
pressures and smooth caresses.

	Moira found the clasp of Jenna's dress and pulled the
zipper down, exposing the brunette's back down to her waist.
Her fingers walked their way back up the soft flesh, bringing
both a smile and gentle sigh from the older girl's lips.  With a
practiced skill, Moira undid the hooks of Jenna's bra, causing
the tight material to grow slack.

	Gracefully, Moira glided her hand around Jenna's side,
sliding her fingers under the now lose undergarment to cup the
lower half of her left breast.  The tips of her fingers brushed
against the already hard tip of its nipple.

	"Mmmmmm,"  Jenna moaned softly at the touch.

	With her other hand, Moira took hold of Jenna's dress
and worked it down around her waist, leaving only the loosely
hanging bra to cover her bounty.  An obstruction that easily slid
down across the brunette's arms with the slightest of efforts.

	Jenna's breasts were hardly the first Moira had ever
seen, but each time she saw them the redhead was filled with a
sense of perfection.  The warmth of the soft skin against the
palm of her hand filled her with renewed desire.

	Tilting her head downward, Moira kissed the upper part
of Jenna's right mound, working her way down to the dark pink
nipple that stuck out invitingly.  Her lips closed around it as she
pulled it deep into her mouth.

	"Oh God, Yes!"  Jenna moaned even louder, bringing her
own hand to the back of Moira's head, running her fingers
through the curly hair.

	Moira continued her oral ministrations for a while, then
moved across the deep valley between to the equally perfect
sphere her hand had been massaging.  There she picked up right
where she'd left off with its twin.

	The electric tingle her tongue produced spread out
across Jenna's chest, alternating in intensity to match the soft
licks and gentle bites of Moira's mouth.  The redhead split her
attentions between both breasts, even as her hands continued
to massage Jenna through the thin material of her dress.

	It took all of Jenna's self-control to ignore her urge to
respond in kind and just relax and savor Moira's touch.  Her
chance would come soon enough, she knew, for now, this was the
younger girl's show.  One that she had obviously spent a great
deal of time planning, and one which the brunette was certain
would only get better with time.

	Moira's hand traced a line up Jenna's leg, continuing up
under the hem of her dress to lightly stroke the tightly
trimmed mound beneath.  Jenna smiled as the redhead realized
that she wasn't wearing any panties.  Sensitive fingers ran up
and down the wet folds, causing Jenna to moan louder and
longer.

	Withdrawing her hand, Moira took hold of the sides of
Jenna's dress and worked it down around her ankles.  Slipping
out of that and the shoes she`d so carefully chosen for evening,
Jenna stood naked in her lover's arms.

	Moira took a few moments to admire her beauty, then
walked Jenna back to the side of the bed, sitting her down on
it.  Parting her legs, she dropped down between them and
brought her mouth to rest against her pussy.  A soft kiss there
signaled her intent, as if there had been any doubt.

	Jenna braced her arms on the bed and leaned back, her
eyes closed as she felt Moira's fingers part the way as her
tongue entered her.  Weeks of anticipation only heightened the
experience, one she had been dreaming about nearly every
night.

	One finger, then a second, found their way deep inside
Jenna.  Tenderly they stroked the sides of her sugar walls,
gentle probes that sent pleasant ripples radiating outward.  The
hardness of her fingertips was joined by the softness of her
tongue, skirting the outer edges of her sex before slipping far
within.

	Then, like a tiny cock, Moira began to thrust her tongue
in and out of Jenna's pussy, fucking her in miniature as the tip
tickled her clitoris. Faster and faster it moved, whirling about
in ever widening circles before reversing itself and coming back
on the center.

	"Oh baby yes!"  Jenna exclaimed as Moira found her most
sensitive spot in record time.  "Right there."

	In even more record time, the younger girl brought the
older to the edge of orgasm.  Every thrust of her tongue, each
brush of her fingers, had been carefully employed to bring
Jenna to the precipice.  The brunette hadn't been the only one
who had been rehearsing this moment in her dreams for weeks.

	"Moira, I ^Å I'm ^Å go ^Å"  Jenna tried to say, but her
words were drowned out by the fire that had started between
her legs and now threatened to engulf her entire body.

	Moira didn't need words, save to encourage her to give
even more to her efforts.  She could feel Jenna's body reacting
to her touch, filling her with a pride and satisfaction.  It would
only take a little more to push her over the edge, an effort she
gave with enthusiasm.

	"Ooooooo,"  Jenna moaned long and loud as the damn
burst and the tides of orgasm washed over her.  A deluge that
shook her once, twice, and then a third time.

	"I've wanted to do that since the day we met,"  Moira
smiled as she looked up from between Jenna's legs, the fruits
of her orgasm fresh on her lips.

	"And I've wanted you to do it,"  Jenna replied in labored
breaths,  "but I'm so glad we waited until now."

	Moira rose to her feet and kissed Jenna deeply, her
tongue deep in her mouth as she shared that satisfying nectar.
Together they dropped down on the bed, bodies intertwined as
they held each other close.

	"If you don't get out of that dress right now,  I'm going
to rip it off you,"  Jenna promised as she reached for the clasp
behind Moira's neck.

	Moira's hands met her there and between they had the
green outfit lying on the floor next to hers in no time.  The
redhead's smaller mounds required a bra only for the sake of
modesty, so she normally went without one.  This time was no
exception.  The tiny thong barely covered a mound that even at
a glance appeared to have less hair Jenna's.  When that too was
gone, the brunette grinned as she discovered that her love had
done her one better.  Her mound was completely shaved.

	"Lay on your stomach,"  Jenna instructed Moira.

	Once she had, Jenna swung her legs over her and began
to massage Moira's ankles.  The redhead let out a soft moan as
she laid her head on the large pillows and closed her eyes.
Jenna had every intention of returning Moira's favors, she just
like to take a more round-about route.

	Her fingers worked their way up Moira's legs, alternating
between right and left until they reached the cheeks of her
ass.  Then she worked her way half way down again, plying the
supple flesh with a strong touch.

	With that same firm touch, she parted the cheeks of
Moira's ass, exposing the delights between.  Without hesitation,
Jenna lowered her head and ran an outstretched tongue across
the rounded orbs, centering on the tight and sensitive hole
between.

	"Oh God, Jenna,"  Moira panted as she felt the slippery
appendage tickle the responsive flesh.

	Back when she and Brian were an "item", they gotten
drunk together one night and had wound up in bed together.  To
see what it would be like, if for no other reason.  Once there,
among other things, her "boyfriend" had introduced her to the
delights of analingus.  She'd been so impressed that it had
become a permanent part of her repertory.

	While her tongue worked its way back and forth, Jenna
slid a hand under Moira and began to also play with her pussy.
The dual pleasures had the intended effect on the woman
beneath her and she could feel her body reacting.

	Jenna continued for a while, then lifted herself and
concentrated her hands on the small of Moira's back.  Carefully
she worked the flesh with the same infinite attention.  With
each repetition, her hands moved a little higher until they were
poised against her shoulders.

	Holding them firmly, Jenna lay across Moira and
continued to massage her back, now using her breasts rather
than her hands.  The substitution had not gone unnoticed and
brought forth loud, verbal encouragements from the redhead.

	Jenna kissed the back of Moira's neck and whispered for
her to turn over.  As soon as she did, Jenna was back on top of
her, kissing her stomach while her hands ran up and down her
sides.  Raising Moira's arms over her head, Jenna brought her
mouth to the small, tender breasts below.  Eagerly she kissed
the nipples of both, playing with them with her tongue and
wrapping her lips around them.  Her hands took hold of the
warm flesh, rubbing it hard and deep.

	Lifting herself just a little higher, she pressed her own
breasts against Moira's, nipple against nipple as they rubbed
together.  Moira brought her arms down and ran her fingers
across Jenna's back, tickling her skin.

	From there, Moira raised Jenna just high enough that
her mouth could again reach the large breasts suspended above
her.  Lifting her head, she repeated her performance of a short
time earlier, much to Jenna's delight.

	After giving Moira a second chance to play, Jenna kissed
her way down her length, finally arriving at the cleanly shaven
prize she had been working her way to.  Outstretched fingers
teasingly stroked the wet surface, as her lips planted kisses to
the left and right.  Finally, she couldn't hold herself back any
longer and with a passion the equal of Moira's, she partook of
the feast offered to her.

	On one of those nights she had laid alone in bed, Jenna
reflected on the fact that, being honest with herself, she'd
slept with twice as many women as Moira, despite the fact that
the younger girl was more open about her sexuality.  At this
moment, however, she almost felt virginal, if such a thing was
possible.  A feeling generated by the fact that for the first
time in her life, she was having sex for love, not simply lust.

	Not to say all those other times had been wasted
efforts, she reminded herself.  If not for them, she'd hardly
have been in a position to bring Moira the pleasures she was
now enjoying.  What had gone before no longer mattered, only
what was ahead of them.  A future she desperately wanted to
share.

	It took a little longer than her own climax, but soon
enough, Moira stood at the edge of that same abyss.  And as
before, it only took a gentle nudge to send her spiraling over.
With a force equal to those that had caused Jenna to quake
uncontrollably, Moira gave that same gift of ambrosia.

	"Worth waiting for?"  Jenna asked.

	"Most definitely,"  Moira smiled,  "but what do we do for
an encore?"

	"Oh I have an idea about that,"  Jenna smiled back.

				-=-=-=-

	"I like this idea,"  Moira said as she leaned back against
Jenna and let the hot water again cover the both of them.

	Jenna had been right in her initial assumption that the
antique tub was big enough for the two of them.  It felt so good
to have Moira laying in her arms, her back pressed against her
breasts her own hands ran up and down her body.

	Tilting her head back, Moira kissed Jenna for what she
imagined had to be at least the hundredth time tonight.  Jenna
returned the kiss just as eagerly as she had the first, brushing
away the small mountain of bubbles Moira's motion had stirred
up.

	With one hand on the redhead's breast and the other
between her legs, Jenna ran her fingers against soapy flesh.
As much as she loved relaxing in the tub back home, it was
definitely more fun sharing it with someone else.  Moira had the
same thought as after letting Jenna have her way with her for
a while, she had them change places so that she was now the
one of the bottom.

	Taking hold of both Jenna's breasts,  Moira squeezed
them together, sitting up so that her own mounds pressed deep
into the brunette's back.  Then she whispered into Jenna's ear,
words of love and a suggestion.

	In response to both, Jenna lifted herself up so that her
body rose above to water and she braced herself against the
sides of the heavy tub.  Moira reached out and, starting at her
back, ran her wet hands down across Jenna's ass.

	Leaning forward, she planted soft kisses on each cheek,
as well as one deep one at the sensitive spot in-between.  Jenna
turned around and Moira lifted soap filled hands and massaged
the bubbles into her large breasts.  Scooping up a generous
amount in her own hands, Jenna did the same to Moira's.

	Once they were both covered with suds, they got to
their knees and rubbed their bodies together, sliding slippery
flesh against flesh, covering any exposed area with kisses.
Nimble hands slid down both their backs, down to their cheeks
and then back up to the base of their necks.

	They continued playing with each other until the water
finally began to cool.  Then, after drying each other off, they
moved to the large bed, slipping still naked beneath the heavy
comforter.

	"I really love you,"  Moira said with a kiss.  "I've never
said that to anyone before.

	`I'm afraid I have said it to someone else,"  Jenna
admitted,  "but that was long ago before I knew what love
really was."

	"As long as you know now,"  Moira said as she leaned over
and took a small, gift wrapped package from the overnight bag
next to the bed.  "I got you something,  I hope you like it."

	"You've done too much already,"  Jenna said, then thought
better of it and added,  "I'm sure I'll love it."

	With eager eyes she tore off the gift wrap and opened
the small box.  When she saw what was inside, her eyes opened
even wider in disbelief.

	"I can't believe you bought this,"  she said, her tone
making Moira think something was wrong.

	"You don't like it?"  she said with concern.  "It's not
expensive, really.  I just saw it last month at the mall and
thought it was perfect."

	Not saying a word, Jenna threw off the comforter and
went right to her own suitcase.  Taking out a small bag, she
handed it to Moira.

	"I'm afraid I didn't think to wrap it,"  she said as she
handed it to her lover.

	The look on Moira's face went from worry to glee when
she looked in the box.  Inside was a small, sterling silver
pendent depicting Cupid's bow and arrow.  Identically in every
way to the one she had just given Jenna.

	"If this isn't a sign, I don't know what is,"  Jenna laughed
as she offered to help Moira put her pendent on.

	"I know it is,"  Moira replied as she helped Jenna in turn,
"I hope we never have a reason to take them off."

	As it turned out, they were still wearing the pendants
when they returned to the same Inn the following Valentine's
Day.  A practice they would continue every year until the small
bed and breakfast closed for good - thirty-one years later.

END

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