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Sharon's Journey
Part II - Friends
She was jarred awake by the ringing of the phone. As she reached for it
on the nightstand, she noticed the time: 10:15. She allowed an extra ring
to shake the sleep from her senses and to sound more alert.
"Did I wake you?"
Jocelyn's question had the lilt of teasing humor in it, and Sharon found
herself smiling sheepishly as she admitted that she had.
"I was up until 2:30 finishing my short story," she added, sounding only
slightly defensive. "And I did, too."
"Okay, okay. So, what's on tap for today? Besides the proofreading?"
"I'm not going to proofread now, I'm going to give it a couple of days to
simmer."
"Always the cooking metaphors."
"Besides, it's Wednesday. I'm going to get dressed and go to the market.
What time do you think you'll be home for dinner?"
Jocelyn gave a contented purr.
"For one of your market-day specials, I will make sure I am home by 6:30,
no matter what crisis develops," she said. "Now, you'll have to excuse
me, I have a job to do."
"What's that?"
"One you'll enjoy. I finally got the go-ahead to fire Pete Becker."
"Took you long enough."
"Hey, we have to pay homage to the HR gods. At least I got it done. By
the way, it is definitely cooler today, so you have a nice day for the
market. Love you!"
"I love you, too," Sharon said, and hung up.
She quickly shed her nightgown, but before jumping into the shower, she
stopped before the full length mirror on the inside of her closet door
and conducted an inspection. With the recent heat wave, she had refrained
for several days, because the heat combined with the side effects from
the hormones she was taking made her moody and irritable. But, as was
sometimes the case in New York in late August, the heat had blown out
with massive thunderstorms the night before and the new day felt clean
and fresh, and she with it.
As always, she began by examining her budding breasts. The extreme
tenderness she'd first felt several months ago had eased, and now she
could see they were starting to develop. She would still use breast
forms, but on her own she was an A-cup, and when Jocelyn nuzzled her
during their lovemaking it was heaven.
Dr. Hadley, whom Jocelyn's gynecologist had recommended, had been
hesitant to start her on hormones so soon, but the fact that she'd been
so specific about what she wanted and what she didn't want had convinced
her to proceed. What she hadn't wanted was a drastic reduction in the
functioning of her little nub. Dr. Hadley had structured her medication
regimen accordingly.
As she checked it now, it was smaller than it had been. The prospect of
less to hide made her very happy. The prospect of continued pleasure with
Jocelyn made her happier.
She also checked her face, but it was soft and smooth, with no sign of
offending hairs. The electrolysis treatments had really worked. They had
been Jocelyn's Christmas present to her.
She practically bounced down into the shower. Her skin was already smooth
and soft, her hips more rounded, her waist tightening thanks to a very
strict diet from which she varied only when she made something truly
yummy.
"I'm getting there," she said aloud, happy that her efforts to raise the
pitch of her voice had also borne fruit.
After her shower, she blew dry her hair, which was now down past her
shoulders and layered and styled. Wearing just a white lace bra and panty
set, she went into the kitchen and had a breakfast of fresh fruit and a
cup of tea, then she returned to her bedroom to finish dressing. For
market day, she decided on a white cotton top with puffed shoulders and a
white cotton miniskirt. Her white sandals with the 1" chunk heel would be
comfy yet pretty.
By the time she finished her makeup, it was nearly 11:00. She took her
white handbag and left. She paused after closing the door behind her,
looking out over the park across the street; there were lots of young
mothers with their little kids, and some seniors enjoying the gentle
breeze in the shade of the park's trees, and she decided she would take a
stroll there later on, if it didn't get too hot.
It was a five block walk down to Union Square, where the Farmer's Market
opened every Wednesday at 11:00. Sharon liked to get there early, before
the people who worked in the area came out at lunchtime. She had a number
of items on her list today, including fresh herbs and some fresh
vegetables. She was glad to see the vegetable tent was fully stocked and
nearly devoid of customers when she got there, and she took her time
picking out what she wanted.
She had just finished selecting some lovely fresh basil when she became
aware of a young child making a fuss. The basil was the last item on her
list, so she went to the cashier without paying much attention to the
child's outburst. But as she waited, the child's tantrum worsened, and by
the time she got her change, the cashier was rolling her eyes and the
people on line behind her were beginning to make comments.
"Can I ask you a favor?" she asked the cashier. "Can you hold my bags
here for a minute?"
The cashier, who recognized Sharon as a regular customer, shook off her
irritation, smiled and said, "Sure."
Sharon circled around past the entrance and back to where the line
formed. There, a frantic young woman about Sharon's age was desperately
trying to quiet her three-year-old girl, who definitely did not want to
be confined to her stroller, while at the same time trying to keep her
produce from spilling all over the floor. A cantaloupe had already hit
the ground and rolled a couple of feet away.
"What, what, what is all this fuss?!" Sharon exclaimed, confronting the
little girl with her hands on her hips and making a face of shocked
horror. The girl stopped, looking up at Sharon with curiosity.
"I can't believe what a terrible fuss you are making!" Sharon said. The
little girl began to giggle. Sharon crouched down so that her face was
level with the little girl's.
"What's your name?" she asked.
"Megan!"
"Well, Megan, I think that is a really pretty name, and that you are a
very pretty girl."
"Out!!" Megan said, pointing out in front of her.
"She hates the stroller," the mother said. "But I can't shop if she runs
free."
"Well," Sharon said to Megan, "How about if you sit here and talk to me
while Mommy pays for the food, and then you can walk home? How would that
be?" she added, looking up at Mom.
"Out NOW!!" Megan said. Sharon stood up.
"I can take her to the door, if you like," she said softly to Mom. "She
might stay in the stroller there, if you're still on line."
"Okay. It's worth a try."
Sharon took the stroller and maneuvered it to the door, picking up her
bags of produce as she did so. She kept up a continuous stream of chatter
with Megan, and an older man who only had a couple of items let Megan's
mother go ahead of him on line. By the time she rejoined Sharon and
Megan, the little girl was getting anxious for her mommy and her prior
outburst had been forgotten.
"Thank you so much," the mother said to Sharon. "You were a lifesaver in
there!"
"My pleasure. You looked like you had your hands full. By the way, I'm
Sharon."
"Julie Mumford," the mother replied. She was a rather petite young blonde
with blue eyes, slim hipped but with nice sized breasts, a pretty girl in
a very sweet way. "I've seen you in the park, sometimes."
Sharon nodded.
"My husband, Jack, and I live in an apartment in that old building on the
corner of Lexington and 22nd. Our living room window overlooks the park.
How about you?"
"We're on Gramercy Park West," Sharon replied.
"Oh, I love those houses! Especially the one with the French doors in
front!"
"That's us," Sharon said.
"Us?" Julie asked, smiling.
Sharon thought, what the hell, in for a penny...
"My partner and me."
Julie nodded and then recognition dawned.
"I never would have guessed," Julie said. "I mean, I know it's a
stereotype that lesbian women are all butch, but the friends I've had who
were lesbians all were. You're so, I don't know, girly."
"I've learned that we are who we are, and the best thing to do is to just
be comfortable with that. Jocelyn came into my life when I really needed
someone to love me just for being me. And she does."
"Jocelyn? Jocelyn Drake? She and my husband Jack are both on the board of
the Greater New York Arts Foundation."
They chatted about the different arts they each liked until they turned
onto Gramercy Park West.
"I really love this house," Julie said when they arrived.
"Would you like to come in?" Sharon asked. "I can make you a cup of tea."
Julie shook her head.
"I'd love to, but Megan is in one of her terror states right now. I have
a much better idea. Why don't you put your things away and come up to our
place? Apartment 6-D. Megan will be calmer at home and we can chat. I
really like you, Sharon, and I think we can get to be good friends."
Sharon tried to calm herself as she put her things away. Recently, she
had been yearning to find new friends, girlfriends. She had seen Julie in
the park with the other young mothers and she had felt an outcast, being
childless.
She opened the cookie jar and pulled out a half dozen of the chocolate
chocolate chip cookies she had made the day before, placed them on a
plate and covered it with plastic wrap. She checked her makeup in the
mirror and touched up her lipstick. She quickly ran a brush through her
hair, then set out to see her new girlfriend.
The doorman at Julie's building checked Sharon out while he announced
her, and then held the door for her as she went back to the elevator.
Julie opened the door with a big smile and welcomed her inside. The
living room was a sea of toys, but Megan appeared to be content, and
Sharon was able to admire the photos of Jack and Julie, with and without
Megan, on the mantle.
Jack was thin with rugged good looks, but older, maybe in his early 40s.
A closeup of him had the appearance of a man in command of his life and
happy to have it that way. In their wedding portrait, he towered over his
young bride.
"I hope you don't think I was being judgmental before," Julie said as
they sat down at the kitchen table. "I'm not at all. Besides, I'm just
lucky to be where I am."
The only child of a single mother, she had been forced to leave college
during her freshman year to go to work to support herself when her mother
died of breast cancer. She had been fortunate to land a job with a
prestigious New York law firm, Kaiser, Hamilton and Wade, assigned to one
of the partners, Colby Trent. But another partner, Jack Mumford, had
taken on a huge case and had needed additional assistance, and Julie,
needing the money, had volunteered.
"Right from the beginning," she said, "he treated me like a princess. I
mean, he never came on to me or anything - he was happily married to this
really beautiful woman - it's just that he was always so thoughtful.
Meanwhile, I had been dating a guy I'd met in college, and it had been
going okay until he found out I was living on my own in my own apartment;
then he started really trying to push things along.
"It all came to a head while I was working on the case, and we broke up.
One night when we were working late, Jack asked me what was wrong and I
told him, and he just sat and listened and let me cry it all out. He sent
me home in a cab that night, and the following day, Saturday, I got a
delivery of flowers from him, and a note that said, 'you never go wrong
sticking with your true values; some day the right guy is going to see
what a fabulous person you are and everything will be just right.'"
The case had been settled shortly after that, but then Jack received
terrible news: his wife of fifteen years had Hodgkins Disease. It was
already in phase four, and she only lived three more months. Julie sent
flowers and went to the funeral, and when Jack came back to work, she
stopped in to tell him how sorry she was for his loss. He responded with
a curt thank you.
Not having any children, Jack threw himself into his work, and long hours
at the office became the norm. His own secretary complained about the
extra work load, and Julie again volunteered to take on the excess. One
Friday night at about 7:00, Jack came over to Julie and said, "We've both
put in over 60 hours this week, and I think you deserve a break. Please
let me take you to dinner."
He took her to a quiet little French restaurant, and over dinner told her
how much her kindness had meant to him at the time of his wife's death,
and how much he appreciated her willingness to work insane hours to keep
up with him now.
"I need the money," Julie said with an embarrassed smile.
He took her home in a cab that night, to her tiny apartment in Astoria.
He walked her to the door, and when she let him know it would be all
right to kiss her, he did so. She was on the point of inviting him in
when he broke the embrace and said, "Good night."
"But the next time," she told Sharon, "I asked him, and he stayed, and we
made glorious love all weekend. Six months later, we were married, and I
was soon pregnant with Megan.
"I love his charity work with the arts, and I help whenever I can. But
I'm not much of a cook, and so our home entertaining is limited."
Sharon took the opportunity to talk about cooking rather than how she and
Jocelyn had gotten together. And by early afternoon, when she had to
leave to begin dinner, she knew that she and Julie would become fast
friends.
Her dinner that night went like clockwork - filet of sole poached in
white wine in a mussel sauce, over a bed of vegetables julienne. She had
a bottle of chilled chardonnay ready and then she quickly dressed for
dinner: a light, frilly floral print dress, very short, with tan
pantyhose and white high heeled sandals. She was just putting the
finishing touches on her makeup when Jocelyn came in.
Sharon ran to her in mincing steps because of the heels and Jocelyn took
her in her arms. As they kissed, their tongues playing with each other,
Jocelyn's hands ran down her lover's back and reached up under the tiny
dress and squeezed her buttocks. Sharon replied by playfully teasing
Jocelyn's breasts.
"You've messed up my makeup," Sharon pouted.
"And you so hate to have to touch it up," Jocelyn teased in return. They
both giggled.
"Something smells marvelous!" Jocelyn added, and after they each took a
minute to repair the damage, they sat down to an intimate dinner for two.
Jocelyn raved, as she always did, about Sharon's cooking and asked about
her say. Sharon told her about her budding friendship with Julie.
"Oh, yes, Jack's wife. Pretty little thing, and quite sweet, too. I
remember when Elaine, his first wife, passed away; so sad. Everyone
thought she positioned herself perfectly to catch him on the rebound."
Sharon related Julie's account and added, "I don't think so. I think
she's just a very sweet person, and that appealed to him."
"Well, I'm glad you have a friend. Although I wonder what Jack will think
of his sweet young wife hooking up with a lezzie."
Sharon shrugged.
Jocelyn had news of her own. The company's CFO had finally announced his
retirement, and she was the best positioned to be named his successor.
After all, much of the long hours she'd been working had been to prepare
herself exactly for that.
"If I get it," she said, "I want you to think about what changes you
might want to make. Like if you might want to sell this place and buy a
nice house in the suburbs."
Sharon was stunned.
"Why would I want that?" she asked. "I love it here. We have the arts
that we both love, there are always fun things to do, and, let's face it,
people are a lot more accepting of a lesbian couple here than in some
stuffy suburb."
"I just meant because I know you love the outdoors so much and you
haven't made many friends here..."
"I love that park out there as much as any other place on the planet, and
more than most. And the only reason I hadn't made friends until now is
that I was...well...kind of uncomfortable until my body became more
feminine. But now that the hormones are really working, I feel a lot more
comfortable being out and about. Besides, you couldn't bear to give this
place up, and you know it."
"But I would...for you."
Sharon reached out and took her hand and squeezed it.
"I love you," they said together, then giggled.
"One other thing," Sharon said. "Don't take anything for granted.
Corporations are viper pits these days."
Jocelyn laughed at that.
Saturday night of Labor Day weekend, Sharon made dinner for Julie and
Jack, who hired in a sitter to watch Megan. There was a little discomfort
when they first arrived, as Jack hadn't really considered that his
colleague in the arts was a lesbian. But the fact that Sharon and Julie
had become such good friends made him regard Jocelyn almost as one of the
guys.
Sharon made broiled filet mignon, with a red wine sauce. She also served
fresh vegetables with herbs and a nice polenta. The wine was a rare
Bordeaux.
"This wine is amazing," Jack said.
"Sharon has taught me more about wines in the past nine months than I
learned in the rest of my adult life," said Jocelyn.
"You should become a chef," Jack replied.
"That's what I keep telling her," Julie put in. But Sharon waved the
suggestion away, maintaining that she loved cooking for home and maybe
for guests, but not as a career.
By the end of the evening, whatever discomfort there had been was gone.
Jack loved the fact that his young wife now had a confidante, and even if
he didn't feel a comradeship with Jocelyn, they were friendly enough that
they could do things socially from time to time, and both Sharon and
Julie seemed happy at the prospect.
The morning after Labor Day was a big one for Julie, as it was Megan's
first day of pre-school. As soon as the bus picked Megan up, Julie came
over and cried in Sharon's kitchen all morning. As noon approached, she
bolted back to the apartment building and waited forty minutes for the
bus to arrive.
"She made it," Julie sobbed into the phone to Sharon when Megan was
safely upstairs.
"Are you going to be like this every day?" Sharon asked.
"No. I think I'll be fine tomorrow."
And she was.
Jocelyn was not. She arrived home that night a little after 6:00, early
for her. Sharon could tell right away that something was very wrong.
"What happened?" she asked.
"I didn't get it. They hired some guy from a different industry. Doesn't
even have a background in what we do."
Jocelyn dropped down onto the couch and sat there, disconsolate. Sharon
leaned over from in back and laid her face on top of Jocelyn's head. She
could feel her lover trembling with anger.
"Get out of there," she said at last. "Do whatever you have to do,
because you're so good at what you do and no one can touch you. I
remember what it was like to work there, and you are so much better than
that!"
Jocelyn was trying not to cry, but she wasn't succeeding. She reached up
and pulled Sharon around the end of the couch and down onto her lap, and
then she held on tightly as she burst into tears.
"Just get out of there," Sharon said. "Quit now if you have to. We have
enough to live on. And I can always go back to work if need be."
"No, my darling, no. I won't give them the satisfaction of leaving in a
fit of pique, and I won't endanger my chances of finding something else.
As for you, you go back to work if and when you want to, but I think your
writing career is just starting to take off."
Sharon pulled Jocelyn to the table and they had dinner, after which
Jocelyn when up for a long bath while Sharon cleaned up the kitchen. By
the time Jocelyn emerged from her bath, relaxed and feeling much better,
she was in the frame of mind for the surprise that Sharon had waiting -
Sharon laying across their bed in a gossamer-thin red babydoll, red self-
support lace top thigh highs, red patent leather high heels and no
panties, scented candles burning all around, several of their favorite
sex toys out on the night stand.
Jocelyn came right to bed without putting anything on, and Sharon giggled
as she licked Jocelyn's ear. Soon they were kissing in earnest, and
Sharon rolled over onto her back, pulling her lover on top of her.
Jocelyn licked her nipples through the gauzy nighty, and Sharon gasped
and moaned and begged for more.
"Oh, no, my darling," Jocelyn said, reaching for the double-ended dildo
and sliding deep into her own wet vagina. "Not quite yet," she added as
she lowered herself onto her lover, whose legs were splayed apart in
invitation, and began pressing the exposed end of the playful implement
against the tiny opening that would soon yield to their mutual lust.
Sharon was up before her lover the following morning, and she had tea
and a nice breakfast ready when she came out, dressed for work.
"You're so sweet!" Jocelyn said, hugging her.
"I wanted to make sure you were in a better frame of mind this morning.
People are going to be watching you, so it's important that you don't
show a thing. If anyone asks what you're going to do - and they will ask
- tell 'em you'll wait and see how things work out.
"In the meantime, stop being the one they can rely on all the time, the
one who always is there when needed. Stick to your job, and forget all
the extras like you've been doing for months. Because as long as you're
willing to keep giving, they'll be willing to keep taking."
"That sounds rather cynical for you," Jocelyn said with a smile. But
Sharon was serious.
"No one takes advantage of my loved one and gets away with it!"
They hugged.
"The other thing is, start networking. If you want, I'll have Julie ask
Jack if he knows of anything."
Jocelyn nodded.
"And one other thing, above and beyond all the contacts you have in the
industry and the accounting profession - call Lionel."
"Lionel?!"
It was, on the face of it, a ridiculous suggestion. The dapper gent who
had given them a lift home from SoHo that first weekend of their
relationship had been somewhat persistent over their first few months
together in trying to establish a friendship with them. And while his
motives had seemed quite clearly to be of the adventuresome sexual
variety he had remained friendly long after it had become clear that no
such adventures would be forthcoming.
He had last stopped by on a lovely June day when Jocelyn was at work and
Sharon was feeling lonely, and she had invited him in for tea. So anxious
had he been to assure her of his wholesome intentions that he had told
her quite a bit about himself. She had actually kissed him on the cheek
when he'd left.
"He may be a deadbeat, himself," Sharon was saying now, "but he has
friends all over. You may not want him making referrals for you, but he
can tell you where the opportunities are."
"I'll think about it."
That night, after Sharon had finished cleaning up after dinner, the phone
rang. Jocelyn was taking a bubble bath, so Sharon answered the phone.
"Good evening, sweet angel," she heard Lionel's voice boom from the
receiver.
"Hi, Lionel," she said with a chuckle.
"A little bird has whispered in my ear that your true love has been done
down," he said. "I thought she might be able to use some assistance."
"Hi, Sugar Daddy," Jocelyn said, picking up the wireless extension. "I
guess bad news travels fast."
"This, too, will pass, my sweet. What appears dreadful right now may be,
in hindsight, a wonderful opportunity. Now, I know you wouldn't want me
involved directly in anything - good lord, neither would I. But I might
be able to steer you in a couple of helpful directions. And I do hope
you'll let me help in my own way."
He went on to explain that Chief Financial Officer was one position that
corporations would not be comfortable filling with a person who had not
served at or near that level before. Therefore, the trick was to look for
something that would be a lateral move or perhaps a moderate step up, but
in an organization in which the current CFO would be retiring within the
next few years. He went on to list five or six major companies in related
industries that just might fill the bill.
"That's very impressive," Jocelyn said. "Really, Lionel, I'm impressed."
"I knew you would be. And I want so little in return."
Jocelyn caught her breath.
"What would you want?"
"Why, an evening with darling Sharon, of course."
To be continued...
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