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Spring 1986

Laura Martinelli sighed with frustration as the voice of her boss, Paul Bishop, filled the receiver of the brick sized mobile phone in her hand. Not that she didn't want to talk to the owner of the Greenwood Realty Corp, but she had really hoped to talk to him, and not his recorded voice on the office answering machine. At two-thirty in the afternoon, Paul should've been at his desk, or at least had Alicia Martinez, his secretary, covering the phones. But then Laura recalled that it was Friday afternoon, and Paul liked to take a long lunch on Friday afternoons, and more times than not, he would take Alicia along with him. That they always ate at Clemenza's, which just happened to be down the street from the All-Star Motel was, the thirty-four-year-old brunette knew, just a coincidence. Just like it was a coincidence that the sun rose in the East every morning.

That the fifty-nine-year-old Realtor was screwing his twenty-four-year-old secretary really wasn't any of Laura's concern, at least not beyond how it affected the way business was run. It certainly didn't seem to bother Mrs. Bishop, who seemed to know all about it. Having met the fifty-five-year-old, Laura had formed the opinion that, while she didn't voice it, Martha Bishop looked on her husband's infidelity as a godsend, allowing her to abandon conjugal duties that she had long ago lost interest in. Laura couldn't understand how any woman could lose interest in sex like that, and hoped she never had the opportunity to learn.( Laura blog : szaab.com)

But little of that mattered in her current predicament, Laura thought, except to explain why this contraption wasn't worth the ridiculous sum of money that Paul had spent on it at the local Radio Shack. In theory, of course, having a portable phone where your agents in the field could contact you did sound like a good idea, but it was pretty much useless if no one was there to pick up on the other end. Resisting the urge to hurl the handset into the woods, Laura considered who else she might call.

"I'm just about done here, ma'am," the young man in the soiled corduroy overalls said as he walked up to her. "Have you managed to get anyone to come out and pick you up yet?"

Laura again sighed, looking past the tow truck mechanic to where her company issue Ford Pinto had been hooked up to the back of his rig. Only being the driver, he hadn't been able to say what exactly was wrong with it, that would fall to the mechanic back at the station. Still, just the way he was shaking his head when he'd examined the engine made Laura think that whatever repairs it needed, they were going to be expensive. So, again, she was thankful that it was a company car.

Standing next to the tow truck was the reason Laura needed to find a ride back to town, Salvatore Romano and his wife, Sophie. The real estate agent had brought them out to take one more look at the old Stevenson house, a white elephant that she had been trying to unload for the last six months. Initially, it had looked that she had the Romanos on the hook for it, but they insisted on one last ride out to it before deciding. Unlike the previous forays, Mrs. Romano now rarely left her husband's side, so Laura had been unable to flash her tits at him in distraction whenever he came across anything that might prove detrimental to the sale.

Laura didn't view doing so as unethical; after all, if God had blessed her with a pair of double D's, was it her fault that men couldn't keep their eyes off them? Unfortunately, they had the opposite effect on Mrs. Romano, who had been much less blessed, and had had enough of her husband paying them so much attention. They'd ended the inspection with a "we'll have to think about it a bit more," which Laura knew meant that they'd already decided not to buy it. In a day or so, she'd get a phone call saying just that.

"Ma'am?" the driver repeated, again drawing attention to the fact that he was ready to leave.

"Just give me one more minute," Laura asked as she considered her options.

There was just about enough room in the front cab of the tow truck for the driver and two passengers, which of course had to be the Romanos. Laura had tried calling the local car service, only to be told that since she was so far out of town, they'd have to charge for the trip out there as well - an expense that she was certain Paul wouldn't let her put on the company account. She said she'd call them back.

For a few fleeting moments, she had considered calling Rusty Myers, the television repairman she'd been seeing the last few months, but then decided against it. With little in common other than both being divorced, Laura was already becoming tired of the relationship, if you could really call it that, and had almost made up her mind to end it. It was a decision she needed to make soon, she reminded herself, because even the sex, which was really all that was keeping it going, had become rather routine, if not actually boring. Putting herself in Rusty's debt would only make that harder.

Nor was taking the offer of the driver, who's embroidered name tag identified him as "Rick," to come back to pick her up after he'd dropped off the Romanos and the car, pointing out that this was his last run of the day anyway. If the barely eighteen-year-old hadn't been practically drooling over her breasts when he'd made the offer, she might have taken it more seriously. Laura got the impression that the k**, and he really was just a k**, was thinking that his generosity was, somehow, going to get him a better look at her boobs. If that was the case, then he was going to be sorely disappointed, so better to do that to him now rather than later.

'A pity you're not ten years older, k**,' Laura had thought before moving onto one final option, 'you might've gotten more than just a better look.'

Which now left her with her younger sister, Marisa, with whom, even though they lived together, she was barely on speaking terms right now. A late in life surprise to their parents, there was a f******n-year gap between her and Marisa, and over the last decade she'd been more mother than sister to the rambunctious twenty-year old. Their latest point of contention was Marisa's new boyfriend, Walsh Connors, who Laura didn't approve of.

'Well, I hope I find her in a good mood at least,' Laura said as she dialed the number of the diner where Marisa worked.

"Alexander's," a female voice said as the call connected.

"May I speak to Marisa Martinelli, please?" Laura said.

"I'm sorry, she's already left for the day," the woman on the other end said.

"Damn," Laura said under her breath, glancing at her watch to confirm that it was still not yet four, the time Marisa normally finished.

"Is this Laura?" the voice unexpectedly asked.

"Yes," she replied, caught off guard for a moment.

"I thought I recognized your voice. It's Janet Madison," she said.

"Oh, hello Janet," Laura said automatically, even as the image of the tall, red haired twenty-eight-year-old appeared in her head.

"Marisa and I switched shifts today because she and Walsh were going to his parents' place down by Blueridge Lake for the weekend," Janet explained. "Is there anything that I can help you with?"

"I don't think so," Laura said, giving an explanation of her own as to why she was calling.

"They're probably halfway there by now," Janet pointed out, "they left about one-thirty."

"I guess I'll just have to figure out something else then," Laura said, a slight but noticeable dejection in her tone. "Thank you, Janet."

Laura was about to press the button that would disconnect the call when she heard the younger woman call out her name once more. Curious, she put the receiver back to her ear.

"Janet?" she said.

"Good, you're still there," Janet said, the urgency of her tone reflecting that she hadn't expected to catch her before she hung up.

"Was there something else that you wanted to say?" Laura asked.

"Actually, yes," Janet said. "I'm just about done with my shift anyway, so why don't I come out and get you?"

The offer surprised Laura, especially since she'd been under the impression that the younger woman didn't even like her. Despite the age difference, Janet and Marisa had, at least from appearances, become good friends, but whenever the redhead had to interact with Laura, she always came across as a bit aloof, if not downright distant. Just last month, when Marisa had invited her co-worker to dinner, that detachment inexplicably escalated to hostility when, just as they were sitting down to the antipasto, Janet suddenly announced that she needed to go, leaving Laura at a loss at how to convince her younger sister that she hadn't said anything to upset her guest. If anything, Laura had insisted, she'd gone out of her way to be on her very best behavior.

"Oh, I couldn't ask you to do that," Laura said, even as, despite their previous encounters, she hoped that she would.

"You're not asking, I'm offering," Janet said, pointing out the difference. "Besides, I owe Marisa a few favors; this is a way to pay at least one of them back. I'm sure that if she was here, she'd already be on her way to pick you up."

Laura wasn't as certain of that as Janet seemed to be, but knew enough not to say so. Instead, she again professed a reluctance to take the younger woman up on her offer.

"I'm not going to take no for an answer," Janet said firmly, dismissing any further argument. "Just explain to me exactly how I get out there."

Having dutifully declined twice, and thankful that she had been ignored both times, Laura waited while Janet got a pencil and paper, then gave careful directions on how to get out to the Stevenson house. She then listened carefully as Janet read them back to her.

"If I don't get lost, I should be out there about five-thirty," Janet said once the directions had been confirmed.

"I'll be here," Laura had replied, thinking once she'd ended the call what a stupid thing that had been to say. Where the hell else would she be?

In saying goodbye to the Romanos, again apologizing for the car trouble, Laura maintained the fiction that they might still be interested in the house behind them. It was never smart to burn your bridges, she'd been taught, and even if they didn't want this one, the couple were still looking for a new home.

Then she turned to Rick and, once more verifying the contact information for the garage the car was being taken to, broke the bad news to him that she'd managed to arrange a ride home for herself after all. As she did so, she noticed his eyes drop downward for one last look at her bust, which she didn't begrudge him because that was as close as he was ever going to get to it.

After watching them pull away, Laura checked the battery charge on the phone because, once you started using it, it was only good for about ninety minutes, and even that, she'd learned, was problematic. Satisfied that she still had at least half that, Laura again dialed the office and, much to her surprise, this time Alicia answered.

Told that Paul had gone to get his hair cut after lunch, Laura dictated a note to him, adding the garage contact information to what she had left on the machine earlier. Alicia expressed indignation when Laura asked her to read the note back to her twice, the secretary having transposed one of the numbers the first time.

"What do you think I am, some sort of airhead?" Alicia had said after being asked to read it back again.

Laura thought the bleach blonde had that half right, because 'head' certainly had something to do with why she had been hired in the first place. Still, she resisted the urge to say so. Instead she placated Alicia by thanking her for her thoroughness once she had read it back the second time, which seemed to make her happy enough.

Not expecting Paul to call her back, especially since the charges for each call, incoming or outgoing, ran as much as fifty cents a minute, Laura switched the phone to standby mode. The electricity in the house, like the phone service, had been turned off weeks ago by the current owners to save money, so it was better to conserve the battery in case she needed to use it later. If anything, she'd check in with the office when she finally got home.

Now there was nothing to do but wait, which turned out to be a lot easier than Laura might have imagined. Only a few minutes after settling into one of the Adirondack chairs up on the porch, the tired brunette let the cool afternoon breeze and peaceful quiet take hold, causing her to drift into a much-welcomed sleep.

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Her sleep lasted until she was awakened by the sound of a car pulling into the gravel covered driveway. Laura didn't recognize the Peacock Blue Suzuki Samurai, but as it came to a stop she saw Janet behind the wheel. Checking her watch, she saw that she'd been asleep nearly two hours.

"You weren't k**ding when you said this was pretty far off the beaten track," Janet said as she climbed out of the small, off-road 4x4. "I almost missed that turn off back on County 4."

"I can't tell you how grateful I am to you for doing this," Laura said as she stepped down from the porch.

As she did, Laura noticed that Janet had taken the time to change, not that she could fault her for that. Still, her manner of dress suggested that the girl had plans for the evening; instead of the plain diner skirt and blouse she'd seen her sister wear, she was wearing a much shorter skirt and a top that seemed a size too small, causing Janet's not so modest bust to appear even larger. Additionally, even from a distance, Laura could tell that the younger woman wasn't wearing a bra beneath it. The ensemble was a sharp contrast to the conservative blazer and business skirt that Laura wore.

"No problem," Janet said as she approached her, a smile on her face, "I really didn't have any plans for the evening anyway."

"I find that hard to believe," Laura replied, thinking that this certainly hadn't been the way she'd dressed when she'd come to dinner.

"I know, it's sad, but true," Janet replied, an exaggerated pout on her face. "You're the only one on my dance card tonight."

Even if she really didn't have anything better to do, it didn't make Laura feel any less obligated to Janet. She was already thinking of how she could repay her when she was reminded by a low rumble in her stomach that she'd skipped lunch. Perhaps the younger woman would let her buy her dinner.

"You hungry?" Janet unexpectedly asked, making Laura wonder if that stomach rumble had been louder than she thought. "I didn't think to ask before if you'd eaten or not, so I stopped at the Burger Barn by the Wilson Interchange. Burgers okay with you?"

"Burgers sound great," Laura replied as Janet reached through the open window of the mini-truck and pulled out a paper bag with the franchise logo spread across it.

They made space on the wide porch steps and, using the wrappers as placemats, proceeded to eat the burgers, fries and diet cokes that Janet had brought.

"This looks like a really nice place," Janet commented as she glanced at the house while they ate. "Too bad it's so far from town."

"Well, actually, that's one of its charms," Laura noted. "Privacy and peaceful quiet were important to the original owner; he was, as I recall, a writer of some sort."

"Is that part of your sales pitch?" Janet laughingly asked.

"I'm sorry, I guess it's force of habit," Laura apologized.

"No problem," Janet replied, "but I'm afraid I could never afford a place like this anyway, even if I wanted to live out here."

"You'd be surprised," Laura offered. "I don't think it's going to go for anything near what the owners are looking for, and in the end, they'll probably take any reasonable offer. People who inherit property tend to be willing to settle for a lot less than those who actually struggled to pay for a home over the years."

"Still selling?" Janet grinned.

"Okay, I'll stop, I promise," Laura grinned as well.

"Still, it couldn't hurt to give me a quick tour," Janet suggested. "After all, I did drive all the way out here."

"One quick tour coming up," Laura said, quickly gathering up the remnants of their meal and stuffing it all back into the paper bag so that they could take it with them when they left.

With only four rooms on the first floor and three on the second, one being the bathroom, it didn't take Laura long to show off the place. Janet seemed genuinely interested, in fact more than the Romanos had been. It was a pity, the real estate agent part of her thought, that she'd already said that she couldn't afford it.

"You said the guy who owned this was a writer?" Janet said as Laura brought her spiel to a close.

"So I was told," Laura confirmed.

"Yeah, I could see this as being a good place for a writer," Janet said, before also adding that they'd better get going.

Yet, despite her seeming desire to get back to town, they'd only been driving a half hour when she asked Laura if she minded if she took a small detour.

"It's only about ten minutes," Janet said, "but it's one of the most beautiful views you're ever going to find. I try to stop there whenever I'm in the area."

"You're the one driving," Laura said in way of assent. "Besides, now you have me curious."

There wasn't much to see once they'd turned off the main road, so Laura spent the time wondering what had prompted the change in Janet's demeanor. Or had she changed? Was it possible that, having gotten off on the wrong foot the first time she'd met her, she had seen antagonisms where none had existed?

They followed the side road for about eight minutes, then turned onto what seemed little more than a path, slowing to almost walking speed as they proceeded. Dense foliage prevented Laura from seeing what might lie ahead, at least until, without warning, it all just disappeared, to be replaced by a vast panorama, the centerpiece of which was the town of Bridgetown. Looking to her left and right as Janet brought them to a stop, Laura saw that the outcropping they were on couldn't have been more than a hundred feet wide and half that in length.

"Wow, this is amazing," Laura said. "You certainly weren't exaggerating about the view."

"It's even more spectacular at night," Janet pointed out.

"I can imagine," Laura agreed as she managed to pick out a few familiar points of reference. "How did you ever find this?"

A friend brought me up here the night of the senior prom," Janet said. "We never did quite make it to the dance."

"An old boyfriend?" Laura inquired.

"Actually, it was an old girlfriend," Janet corrected, turning towards Laura to gauge her reaction.

The look of momentary confusion on the older woman's face turned to one of surprise after a few seconds, the length of time it took for Laura to realize the meaning behind Janet's correction.

"I'm guessing Marisa hasn't mentioned that I prefer women," Janet said.

"No, but there are a lot of things that we don't talk about lately," Laura confessed.

"So, she's said," Janet said, "which is a shame really. Most of the things I've heard that you'd said to her made sense to me, including your opinion of Walsh Connors."

"You agree with me about Walsh?" Laura asked.

"Actually, I do, but not for the same reasons," Janet offered. "He's not a bad k**, but he's still just a dimwit spoiled by his family's money. She could do a lot better."

Janet paused a long moment, then added, "Oh, and in case you're wondering, I've never brought Marisa up here," she said.

"I wasn't even thinking that," Laura replied, even though in some corner of her mind the question, and its implications were certainly forming.
"Marisa is quite straight," Janet smiled, "although, the way you feel about Walsh, I wonder if you would be crushed if she wasn't."

'Well, that probably answers my question on whether Marisa is sleeping with him,' Laura found herself thinking.

Laura was hardly under the illusion that her 'of legal age' sister was still a virgin, but she'd hoped she'd have better taste in partners. Then again, considering who she was sharing her bed with lately, she might not be the one to talk.

"Besides, she's not really my type," Janet added.

"Oh, and what is your type?" Laura heard herself ask before she could even consider if that was an appropriate question.

"Well, if you haven't figured it out by now," Janet said with an inviting smile, "you might want to take a glance in the mirror in front of you."

After Janet's revelation, Laura couldn't say she was totally surprised, at least not enough to hesitate in response.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Janet, but I'm quite straight as well," Laura replied with certainty, using the younger woman's own wording.

"Are you sure?" Janet countered.

"Excuse me?" Laura said.

"I asked, are you sure," Janet repeated, "because I was told differently."

"What are you talking about?" Laura asked.

"You went to Palmer College, didn't you?" Janet asked.

"Yes, I did," Laura replied, thinking that was common enough knowledge.

"Does the name Constance Rhoades ring a bell?" Janet further asked.

"Should it?" Laura asked rather than answering.

"Well, she certainly remembers you," Janet said, "so, yes, I would think it should."

"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you a second time, but I can't recall ever knowing anyone by that name," Laura professed.

"Now that is confusing," Janet said, "because there's a photograph of you, Constance, and a few others, hanging in the hall of your house. I saw it when Marisa invited me to dinner last month. It was taken, I believe, the afternoon the Palmer women's softball team won the State Intercollegiate Championships. Her name still doesn't ring a bell?"

Laura didn't reply, but her expression showed concern.

"Okay, how about I just talk and you listen?" Janet said.

She paused a few moments to allow Laura to object, then began when she didn't.

"I really meant it when I said that if you looked in the mirror, you'd see the kind of woman that attracts me," Janet said. "In fact, I was so taken with you the first time that Marisa introduced us that, to be honest, I went home and masturbated, thinking of you."

Laura wondered if she should take that as a compliment.

"I meant that as a compliment," Janet said, almost as if she'd read Laura's mind. "And, also being honest, if I'd had any thought that you might be receptive to the idea, I'd have asked you out on the spot."

Janet paused, again trying to gauge Laura's reaction, only to be disappointed as she remained impassive.

"Most times, when I meet a woman that I know is unattainable, I have my little mental fling and just put her out of my mind," Janet went on. "You, however, refused to go. So, I had to find a way to deal with that."

Again, no reaction from Laura, which began to frustrate Janet.

"The simplest solution would've been to just avoid you totally, but that was going to be hard as long as I was friends with Marisa, and I liked being friends with her," Janet said. "So, the next best thing, or so I thought at the time, was to put up a cold front that would make you want to maintain a distance. It was imperfect, but the best I could come up with."

Now Laura now looked like she finally wanted to say something, but still held her tongue. Better to let Janet finish the whole story, she told herself.

"But let me get to Constance Rhoades," Janet said, putting her narration back on track. "I met Constance last year, how really isn't important at the moment, but suffice to say, we hit it off and spent a pretty wild weekend together."

It took all of Laura's reserve not to react to the images that now flashed in her head as she pictured what that might have entailed.

"On the second night, when we were lying in bed, we got to talking about our first times. I'll skip over mine because that's not relevant either, but Constance told me a fascinating story about how she'd lost her sapphic virginity to a girl on her college softball team, the night they'd won the State Championship. A victory that was almost totally due to the girl in question, who was the first baseman by the way, hitting a ground rule double that allowed Constance to score from second base with the winning run. That was such an amazing story that it just sort of stuck in my head."

Laura knew what Janet was going to say next, but waited for her to add the last piece of the puzzle.

"So, you can imagine my surprise when, last month, I saw that photo of the championship team on your wall, especially when, noticing my interest, Marisa related how her sister, who played first base for Palmer, had brought in the winning run with a ground rule double," Janet said as she brought the story to a close.

"That's a pretty amazing story," Laura finally said.

"Amazing, and true," Janet pointed out.

"Okay, but even if true, and I'm still not saying that it is," Laura countered, "that was back in college - a long time ago. A lot of things happen in college that have no bearing later in life."

"Also true," Janet agreed.

"So, what do you expect to gain by all of this?" Laura inquired.

"Probably nothing, possibly everything," Janet said enigmatically.

"Meaning what?" Laura replied.

"Well, I've never been a real believer in fate, or put a lot of stock in coincidences," Janet said, "but I will say that whatever led me to connect the dots here isn't something that I think I should ignore."

"Again meaning?" the older woman asked.

"That I have to at least roll the dice," Janet replied.

"And if they come up snake eyes?" Laura said.

"Then at least I will have tried," Janet smiled. "I just wanted the chance to tell you how I feel and let you decide. For all I know, you were one of those 'gay until graduation' girls and women are no longer part of your life. If so, I can accept that. I'll have taken my shot, and that's all I can do."

"So, if I say I'm not interested," Laura asked, no longer trying to maintain that Janet had been mistaken, "then we just act like none of this ever happened?"

"I picked you up and gave you a lift home as a favor to your sister," Janet replied, again with a smile, "that's all that happened as far as anyone else is concerned."

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Janet waited at the curb until Laura reached the front door of the house and then, with a casual wave goodbye, pulled away from the curb. Laura had thanked her again once they'd reached the small blue shingled house, set back at the end of the block. The sun had set before their arrival, so Laura felt safe from prying eyes when she gave the younger woman a thank you kiss. It was the kiss of a friend, not a lover, and didn't give any indication as to what her next move, if any, might be.

Once inside, Laura found two messages on her answering machine. The first was from Marisa, letting Laura know what she already knew, that she was going away for the weekend with Walsh and that they would be back Sunday afternoon. The second was from Paul, telling her that he had spoken to the garage and confirmed her initial assessment that it was going to cost a small fortune to repair the car. He also reminded her to charge the portable phone before she brought it back to the office on Monday. Other than that, he would see her then. Pressing the button that erased both messages and reset the counter to zero, one thought dominated Laura's mind. She really needed a drink - a strong one.

Drink in hand, Laura rummaged through the box of books in the bottom of the hall closet, stacking them one by one until she found what she was looking for. Leaving the mess to be cleaned up later, she carried the large blue and red book back into the living room and the comfortable old chair that had been her mother's favorite. Running her fingers across the embossed lettering, she smiled as she opened the book to the section containing the graduation photos of Palmer College's Class of '73.

It only took a minute to find Constance Rhoades' name in the index, and then the small portrait a few pages further on. It was a much better representation than the Kodak Instamatic snapshot that hung out in the hall, and as she took a sip of her drink, Laura carefully studied the face she hadn't seen in thirteen years.

Dark skinned with a tightly cropped afro, the then twenty-year old was quite pretty. If she could see below the frame of the photograph, Laura would've found, she recalled, a rather large bosom, one with large dark areolas and nipples.

She also recalled the feeling of elation as she watched what should've been at best a single bounce off the tip of the first baseman's glove and into the stands - making it a ground rule double. The excitement that filled her as, after crossing home plate to end the game, the stocky catcher had embraced Laura on her way to the dugout and, in a burst of enthusiasm, shared a kiss. A kiss that had led to much more after a few rounds at a local bar.

Laura hadn't known that it had been Constance's first time, she'd seemed so confident and assured. Certainly more so than Laura had been on her initial foray into bisexuality two years previously. It had to have been something that Constance had been thinking about for a long time, Laura thought, and the championship win just enough of a spark to set her desire ablaze.

Constance had also been the last girl that Laura had shared a bed with as triumph and tragedy had followed soon after. Triumph in the form of graduation, and tragedy in the loss of her parents that summer, in a car accident that left the twenty-one-year-old responsible for her seven-year-old sister.

Closing the book and taking another taste of the dark liquid in her glass, Laura further mused that Janet had been on the money when she'd suggested that Laura might've been one of those 'gay until graduation' girls. Although in her case 'bisexual until graduation' would've been more accurate as she'd had her share of cocks as well.

All of that had been left behind when she took on the role of surrogate mother, though. Not to say that she hadn't had a sex life over the last decade, only that it had become more reserved and conventional. Still, with Marisa now of age and determined to make her own life decisions, perhaps it was time for that to change. A consideration that Laura carried with her to bed after she'd finished both the drink in her hand, and the one that followed it.

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"Alright, hold on, I'm coming," Laura said to whoever was on the ringing phone as, struggling with the two paper bags of groceries in her arms, she tried to unlock the front door.

Dropping the bags on the table by the door, Laura raced to the phone stand and, just before the fourth ring that would've sent the caller to the answering machine, she grabbed the receiver off its cradle.

"Hello?" she said, trying to catch her breath as she did.

"Hey babe, I was afraid that I'd missed you," she heard the voice of Rusty Myers say as she dropped down into the small wooden chair by the phone.

"I was out doing the grocery shopping," Laura said. "I just got home."

"Gee, I wish I knew you were going," Rusty said, "you could've picked up a few things for me and saved me a trip later."

Laura took a deep breath, thinking that it wouldn't have occurred to him to have suggested that he could've gone with her and helped instead. She hadn't returned his last two phone calls, hoping that he might get the hint, but it was obvious that he hadn't.

"Well anyway," he went on, "I was wondering if you wanted to take in a movie tonight? We could grab a bite to eat beforehand."

Even without asking, Laura knew what movie it would be. Since it had come out last month, Rusty had taken her to the new Tom Cruise movie "Top Gun" twice and had recently expressed a desire to see it again. She'd thought it little more than a testosterone driven film for naval recruitment the first time they'd seen it, despite the love story that seemed to have been wedged in between all the male bonding. An opinion a second watching hadn't changed, and she'd be damned if she was going to sit through it a third time.

"No, I'm really not in a movie mood," Laura said.

"We could skip the movie and just have dinner?" he then suggested.

'Or, we could skip dinner and just have dessert?' Laura thought, following the pattern of the last time they'd gone out.

"Laura?" Rusty said in response to the sudden silence.

"Actually, I already have plans for tonight," she offered. "I'm having dinner with a friend."

"Well, maybe I could come over afterwards?" he continued, not even seeming to care as to who that friend might be.

"That might be ... awkward," Laura replied, hoping that this time he finally got the hint.

"Oh," Rusty finally said after a long pause.

"Maybe you should go and see the movie by yourself," she suggested. "You never know who you might run into."

"Yeah, maybe I will," he said, trying to sound like it was no big thing that she had plans with someone else.

The conversation lasted another minute or so, but the main point had been made. Laura couldn't say for sure that Rusty wouldn't call again, but he'd certainly gotten the message that things had changed.

She left the phone behind and took a few minutes to put away the groceries. As she did, she wondered if perhaps she should go out to dinner tonight.

"Who are you k**ding, girl?" she said to the empty room. "You've already made up your mind."

Picking up the household phone directory from the shelf under the phone, Laura finally located the number she wanted, right where Marisa had written it, under J for Janet rather than M for Madison. She took a long breath and then began dialing the old rotary phone. The line rang almost ten times and Laura was about to hang up when she finally heard the click of someone answering.

"It's your dime," the voice on the other end said, despite the fact that the reference was long out of date.

"Janet?" Laura asked, not sure if it had been her that answered.

"Oh my God, Laura," Janet said, the excitement in her tone making her voice much clearer. "I'm sorry, I've had this long-distance company calling me all morning trying to get me to change my service; they really are a pain in the ass."

"You won't get any argument from me," Laura agreed, remembering her own frustration with a few of those calls. "How are you?"

"Since yesterday?" Janet asked, finding the question a bit odd. "I'm fine, and you?"

"Fine as well," Laura replied, thinking this was turning out to be more difficult than she thought it would be. "Look, Janet, the reason I'm calling is ... well, I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go and see a movie tonight, maybe grab something to eat beforehand?"

Nervous as she felt, Laura didn't even realize that she'd copied Rusty's invitation almost verbatim.

"Would I?" Janet said, exhilaration in her voice.

"So that's yes then?" Laura said.

"Absolutely," Janet confirmed.

"Now, it's just a date, I'm not promising..." Laura started to say.

"And I'm not expecting," Janet replied before she could finish. "What should we see?"

"Anything but Top Gun," Laura laughed.

"You didn't like that?" Janet asked. "I thought it was great. Isn't Kelly McGillis a babe?"

It suddenly occurred to Laura that if she was going to do this, she was going to have to expand the way she looked at some things. They tossed a few suggestions back and forth, finally settling on Sweet Liberty, a comedy with Alan Alda. As for dinner, Janet suggested a Chinese restaurant around the corner from the theatre called the Peking Dragon, saying that she'd eaten there a few times and the food was fabulous.

"Okay, I'll meet you there," Laura said after they agreed on a time.

-=-=-=-=-

With the company car in the shop, and Marisa having taken the one they shared, Laura took car service to the restaurant. She did briefly consider asking Janet to pick her up, but then decided that, if they were taking it slow as she'd said, it was better that she get there on her own. Even though she had arrived almost fifteen minutes early, Laura found Janet already waiting outside of the Peking Dragon.

Janet was wearing an outfit much more respectable than the one she'd wore the day before - a white long-sleeved top that hung off her left shoulder, a pair of burgundy slacks and white loafers. Her long red hair hung down her back, and much to Laura's surprise once she got close enough to see, Janet was even wearing a bra.

If the expression on her face was any indication, Janet was equally pleased with Laura's outfit, a bright red, mid-sleeved, button down shirt that had just enough open to highlight her impressive chest. The color formed a nice contrast to the rich black skirt, separated from the top by a thick leather belt. Like Janet, her shorter brown dark hair was also undone, d****d down her front across her breasts.

"You look good," Janet said once the two of them were close enough to speak in hushed tones.

"I was about to say the same," Laura replied, duplicating the younger woman's smile.

Glancing beyond her, Laura noted a line of customers waiting to get into the restaurant, validating what Janet had said about the quality of the food. It also, however, put a seed of doubt in her head as to whether they'd be able to eat and still make the movie.

"I guess they have a pretty full crowd on a Saturday night," she said, drawing Janet's attention to the line.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Janet again smiled. "I already talked to the counter girl and they're holding a table for us. We'll have plenty of time to enjoy dinner before the movie."

As they walked to the head of the line, earning a few curious looks from some of the waiting patrons, Laura wondered if Janet had slipped the counter girl a gratuity in advance, or was she someone the redhead knew? After all, Janet had mentioned that she's been to the restaurant before.

The later supposition proved to be the correct one as, once they'd entered, a tall, pretty Chinese woman in her early twenties appeared from behind the counter, a pair of menus in her hands. She quickly led Laura and Janet to a quiet table in the back, one that afforded a bit more privacy than the ones s**ttered around the front. Even in a town as small as Bridgetown, it wasn't unusual to see two women out to dinner together, so no one really paid them much attention. Still, it was nice to be able to talk freely and not worry about being overheard by the table only a few feet away.

Not that they really said or did anything that might make them appear as anything other than two girlfriends out having a friendly dinner. The same was true when they got to the theatre, well in time to catch the coming attractions. That changed, however, once the lights were down and under a protective darkness they held hands. It was a small thing, but still a sign that the night was going well.

"So, what did you think of the movie?" Laura asked as they exited out onto the street a few hours later.

"It was good," Janet said, "especially that actress who played Faith, what was her name?"

"Michelle Pfeiffer," Laura replied, having paid attention to the credits.

"She was in that God-awful Grease sequel," Janet recalled, "but I couldn't remember her name."

"She's a very pretty girl," Laura remarked, Janet's comment on the Top Gun star coming to mind.

"Yes, she is," Janet agreed, "but not as pretty as you, I think."
"Why, Miss Madison, you do flatter me," Laura laughed, trying to sound like an old-time southern belle.

"Is it working?" Janet inquired as they continued down the street.

"Well, let's just say I shall have to be on my guard lest I fall into temptation," Laura replied, still maintaining the false accent.

"Gee, you say that like it's a bad thing," Janet laughed.

"It's really a beautiful night, isn't it?" Laura said, shifting the subject. "I can't recall the last time we've had one so nice."

Janet followed Laura's gaze as she looked up into the cloudless night sky, coming to rest on the bright full moon.

"It is very nice," she had to agree.

"So, what do you think we should do now?" Laura asked.

Normally, Janet invited a date back to her place, the implication of her invitation clear. This time, however, she resisted the urge, reminding herself that, unlike the women she normally took home, Laura was someone she hoped to see again.

"We could go for a walk down by the water," she offered instead, thinking that an innocuous enough proposal.

"I guess we could do that," Laura replied, "or maybe we could go for a ride. You do have your truck, right?"

"Yes, it's parked in the municipal lot back on Third," Janet said. "Is there some place in particular that you'd like to go?"

"Actually yes," Laura said. "I was just thinking about what you said yesterday, about the view from that outlook being even more spectacular at night. Is there any reason why we couldn't take a ride up there so I could see for myself?"

"No, not at all," Janet said after a short pause, during which she'd reminded herself that she shouldn't read too much into the suggestion.

"Excellent," Laura beamed with a broad smile.

-=-=-=-=-

"You were right," Laura said as she looked out at the multicolored tableau spread out beyond the outcropping, "this is definitely more impressive at night."

"I think so," Janet agreed.

"And did you notice that we didn't pass another car all the way up here?" Laura pointed out. "I'm willing to bet that there's no one else within at least a mile of us."

"I hadn't noticed," Janet replied, even though she knew that Laura was probably right.

"And the stars," Laura added, "you can see so many more of them out here."

"It does take your breath away, doesn't it?" Janet replied, also impressed by the sight, even though she'd seen it numerous times.

"Do you know what also takes my breath away?" Laura asked, the question prompting Janet to turn in her direction.

"You," Laura said as, with Janet only half turned, she leaned over the parking brake and, pulling the younger woman to her, kissed her softly. It was a gentle kiss, at least at first, much like the one they'd shared outside her house.

That changed, however, with the second kiss, and then the third, each becoming more intimate than the one that preceded it, their lips brushing together and the tips of their tongues sliding against each other.

The first kiss had taken Janet by surprise, determined as she was not to overreact to their having come to such a private place. By the second kiss, however, all bets were off and she was quick to react as she felt the tip of Laura's tongue brush against her lips, pressing them apart as it slid into her mouth. Her own tongue reciprocated, dancing and curling around Laura's as they moved back and forth, stroking both their mouths with their silky touch.

"I ... I wasn't expecting that," Janet said once they broke her air, taking a moment to collect herself.

"Really?" Laura replied, her expression exhibiting surprise. "You didn't really think we came up here just for the view, did you?"

"I wasn't sure," Janet answered. "I mean, I thought that you wanted to take this slow."

"I guess I changed my mind," Laura grinned. "That's a woman's prerogative, isn't it?"

"I'm not complaining, but I'm curious as to why," Janet asked.

"Well, it's been a long time since I've been with a woman," Laura explained. "Long enough for me to wonder if it was even still part of me."

The idea of women not being part of her life was so foreign to Janet that she couldn't even imagine the idea. Still, she knew that Laura was coming from a different place.

"So ..." Laura continued, "I decided what the hell, I should just, what was it you said, 'roll the dice' and see what happens. I mean, it's better to know now than later, isn't it?"

"So, we're just supposed to fuck and see if you still like it?" Janet said, putting it succinctly, if crudely.

"I'm not sure I would put it quite like that, but I guess basically, yes," Laura confirmed.

"Well, some women might really be offended by that," Janet said, leaning forward as she did so, "but lucky for you, I'm not one of them."

With that, she slipped her hand behind Laura's head, then pulled her closer until their lips again met.

Unlike Laura's initial kiss, this one carried all the passion that the redheaded firebrand was capable of. A desire that Laura matched, meeting the thrust of Janet's tongue with her own as both glided between their mouths. At the same time, excited hands explored the hidden delights of their respective bodies. The bucket seats caused a bit of difficulty in that regard, so, during a pause, Janet suggested that they move to the rear bench seat where they would have more room, especially since, due to the nice weather of late, she had removed the soft top roof above it.

"Yes, that might be better," Laura said, her words clipped as she caught her breath.

It became a race to see who could get back there first, with Janet winning by a breath, although Laura thought she cheated by jumping between the front seats rather than exiting through the doors. But a win was a win, and with it, she kept the initiative as, after another flurry of kisses, Janet began to work the row of buttons that lined Laura's blouse.

Her eyes widened with anticipation as each became undone, further revealing the treasure beneath. And a treasure it was as, once that last button gave way and Janet pulled the blouse fully open, she found herself looking down at the most beautiful breasts she had ever seen, wrapped in a dark lace wrapping.

Lowering her head, Janet kissed the exposed flesh with eager lips, running her tongue across Laura's skin even as her hands cupped each mound from the underside. Almost from the day she had met her, Janet had fantasized about this moment, but its reality far exceeded any dream.

"Oh yes," Laura moaned as she felt the wetness of Janet's mouth caress her skin.

Eager to further free the bodacious bounty before her, Janet frantically tried to undo the small metal clasp that held the undergarment together, only to have the material become wedged in it. The more she tried to get it free, the more ensnared it became.

"It's stuck," she said in frustration.

"Just rip the damn thing!" Laura called out, giving no thought to either the fact that it was her favorite bra or what it had cost.

With an audible grunt, Janet pulled the fabric in two different directions, feeling a sense of satisfaction as it finally separated. Later, she would wonder how a material that came apart so easily in her hands had held such abundance in check, but for now, her focus was instead fixed on the sight before her. The most superb set of breasts she had ever seen, flawless orbs worthy of a Greek goddess. Perfectly symmetrical, each capped with large impressive nipples, both crying out for attention.

Attention Janet was quite willing to give as she closed her lips first around one, then the other, circling her tongue around them as she drew each deep into her mouth.

"Mmmmm," Laura loudly moaned as, wrapping her hands around the back of Janet's head, she pulled it even tighter against her breast.

Janet moved back and forth between the matching mounds, interlacing her attentions with another volley of kisses, her hands caressing Laura's mounds as she did so. She squeezed them softly at first, then much harder before again guiding them back into her waiting mouth.

She sucked eagerly, exhibiting a hunger reminiscent of a newborn babe. It was as if she couldn't get enough, and it was only with reluctance that she finally released her hold on them as once more she and Laura locked lips. The exchange once more reminded Laura how much she had missed the softness of another woman's lips.

Amidst it all, Janet took her hand from Laura's breast, the other being wrapped around her neck, and slipped it down between her legs, lifting aside her skirt. There she found panties richly soaked with the evidence of the older woman's excitement, the wetness of which she covered her fingers with as she pressed the material aside and exposed the lightly haired mound beneath it.

"Oh God, yes!" Laura called out, remembering how great it felt to have a lover as familiar with the anatomy of her body as she was.

Pressing her thumb right under Laura's clitoris, Janet stretched out her other fingers and slid them past the folds of Laura's pussy, reaching deep inside her. There she performed a well-rehearsed ballet, developed over years of practice, one that allowed her to play a woman like a finely tuned instrument.

The touch of Janet's hand in Laura's most sensitive place proved akin to a match dropped into a pool of gasoline, igniting a smoldering inferno that caused her body to blaze with long absent fury. A frenzy that quickly carried her down the road to Elysium. Still kissing her deeply, it didn't take Janet long to bring Laura to the brink, and then send her hurtling into the abyss.

Laura's cry of delight carried far into the woods, making both of them appreciate the solitude around them even more. Her body rocked with pulsating waves of pleasure as she found the release that had been missing from her life - one that she hadn't even realized until this moment. And it had only taken Janet minutes to bring her here, a far cry from Rusty who had last spent over an hour trying and not even coming close.

"That, was ... good," she said, never imagining before how so simple a word could carry such a preponderance of feelings.

"That was just the opening number," Janet smiled, a look of rich satisfaction on her face. "I have a lot more songs in my repertoire."

Eager to show that she didn't plan to just lay back and enjoy the concert, Laura reached out with both hands and closed them around Janet's breasts, squeezing them softly. They were smaller than hers, but still quite impressive. She smiled as she slipped both hands under the redhead's top and, reaching around to her back, undid the twin hooks that held a strapless brasserie tight against her body.

As soon as she felt the undergarment fall free, Laura removed her hands, bringing one up to that part of the blouse d****d over Janet's shoulder, sliding it down along her arm. The motion carried along both the unsecured half and her bra, which had now been reduced to a useless strip of cloth.

"Very nice," Laura said appreciatively as Janet's bare breasts came into view. Pale pink tipped nipples topped porcelain mounds, the beauty of which was undeniable.

Again, she pressed the palms of her hands against them, this time finding bare skin and the warmth of Janet's body. She closed her hands around them, fondling the soft flesh until, bringing her head closer, she closed her lips around the closest nipple.

She pulled as much of the creamy mound into her mouth as she could, passionately running her tongue across the highly sensitive tips. The soft wetness of her touch brought forth a series of quiet sighs from Janet, pleasing moans that grew in intensity as Laura moved across both breasts, paying equal attention not only to them, but to the rich valley between.

Again, realizing that it had been a long time since Laura had enjoyed herself so, Janet was content to let her take her time and enjoy the delights of her body. It was only after she was sure that the brunette had her fill that she decided to up her game.

"I want you to lick my pussy," Janet said, abruptly pulling Laura from her breasts and kissing her fiercely, the strength of her entreaty making it seem more a command than a request.

Normally, Laura wasn't one for taking orders, but for some reason, the thought of submitting to the woman before her excited her. Had a man asked her to suck his cock in a similar manner, he would have been sent packing, unsatisfied.

Janet didn't seem to have any doubt that Laura would comply as she lifted herself up out of the seat and, in quick motions, divested herself not only of her slacks and the panties beneath them, but what else remained of her clothing.

Following Janet's example, Laura also took off the rest of her outfit, leaving the two of them now fully naked. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, bathed in the moonlight and the softness of the breeze, both found their nudity liberating.

With one arm d****d across the roll bar for support, Janet lifted her opposing leg onto the edge of the bench seat, creating a wide space for Laura to climb down before her. Once on her knees, she was practically level with the thick red-hued bush that covered the younger woman's mound and, after taking a long moment to admire its beauty, again something she hadn't done in a long time, she leaned inward and kissed the center of it.

Laura had always found the scent of a woman intoxicating and, as she pressed her tongue far inside of Janet, she was reminded of it once more. Using a free hand to part the folds of paradise, she worked her way deeper into the younger woman, exploring her innermost reaches.

She didn't have Janet's skill or experience, but she did have determination and a willingness to do whatever she needed to bring forth the same pleasures she had enjoyed. The tip of her tongue danced across Janet's pink flesh, drawing forth appreciative cries and encouragements.

It took Laura a bit longer to bring Janet to the threshold, but it didn't seem to matter to the woman standing above her as she leaned back against the metal bar, her eyes tightly closed as she savored the ripples of delight reverberating across her body.

"That's it," she called out to Laura as, if only by luck, she happened across her most sensitive spot, "just keep licking it, right there."

From there, her orgasm was almost a forgone conclusion, one that came to fruition not long after. As her body convulsed in cataclysmic response, Janet grabbed the back of Laura's head and pressed it hard between her legs, practically smothering her with her pussy as it exploded.

Her own cry of triumph carried even further than Laura's, loud enough, she would later claim, to scare c***dren and small a****ls, had there been any of the former in the vicinity. Sweat ran down her body, forming a tiny pool on the car mat beneath her.

Her face covered with the fruits of her labors, Laura dropped back onto the bench, pleased with her efforts. They had each enjoyed an orgasm and she thought they were done. She was wrong in that regard,

"Now it's your turn," Janet said unexpectedly.

With that, she pushed Laura up against the far edge of the bench seat and, dropping down between her outstretched legs, began eating her pussy as well. The strength of her endeavor was surprising but more than appreciated as, in almost less time than it had taken earlier, Janet brought Laura to orgasm a second time. A climax that was even more powerful than the first.

Only them, intertwined in their nakedness, did the two women finally collapse in each other's arms and sleep the sleep of the supremely satisfied.

-=-=-=-=-

"Laura, you home?" Marisa called out as she stepped out of the foyer and into the living room.

She paused for a long moment awaiting a response. When none was forthcoming, she decided that her sister wasn't. Just as well, she thought, as the last thing she wanted right now was another argument with Laura about Walsh, especially since the two of them had just spent such a great weekend together.

'Laura just doesn't remember what it's like to be young and in love,' Marisa thought as she carried her travel bag up the stairs to her bedroom.

Sure, Walsh wasn't perfect, but he was good enough in all the ways that mattered, she reminded herself. She could do a lot worse, like that loser Rusty Myers that Laura had been shacking up with - not that she was supposed to know that. Just like she wasn't supposed to know that, contrary to his own opinion, the repairman was as boring in bed as he was out of it, something she had overheard Laura tell one of her girlfriends. At least that wasn't something that could be said of Walsh. He might not be the best of lovers, but he was attentive and always willing to try new things.

As she passed her sister's room, Marisa noticed the door was ajar and through the opening also saw that the bed hadn't been made, which was quite unlike Laura. More than unmade, she decided, it was positively a mess, looking like someone had held a wrestling match in it.

"Well, well, maybe old Rusty finally got off the dime," Marisa laughed.

The sound of the front door opening caused her to stop and, putting down her bag against the far wall, she turned and headed back down the stairs.

"Oh, you're home," Laura said once she spotted her sister coming down the stairs.

"Yeah, I'm home," Marisa said, "and I'm really not in the mood to hear your latest tirade about Walsh so ..."

"Actually, I don't have one," Laura interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Marisa replied.

"In fact, I'm beginning to think that maybe I really haven't given the boy a fair chance," Laura added.

"Okay, who are you and what have you done with my sister?" Marisa retorted.

"Would you rather I didn't give him a chance to change my mind?" Laura asked.

"No, of course not," Marisa said happily. "I'm just surprised, that's all."

"Well, maybe I just finally accepted that you're old enough to make your own decisions," Laura said, "but hopefully still young enough to hopefully listen to advice when needed."

"Ah, there's my sister," Marisa grinned.

They both shared a laugh until a bright blue cap on the small table by the door caught Marisa's eye.

"Hey, what's that doing here?" she asked as she walked over and picked it up.

"Excuse me?" Laura said, a touch of concern in her voice as she recognized the cap.

"This is Janet's cap," Marisa said, holding the headgear up so that the logo of the minor league team it belonged to was visible. "See, Lakeview Rockets, her little brother played for them for a year out of college."

Laura had always tried to live by the rule that, when in a difficult position, it was always better to tell the truth. Or at least a version of it that was believable. Changing just a few of the details, she told the story of how the company car broke down while showing the Stevenson house on Friday, and how Janet had generously come to her rescue.

"We had a cup of coffee after she dropped me off, and she forgot the hat when she left," Laura lied. "I didn't see any point in her coming all the way back for it, not when you could just as easily take it in to work tomorrow."

"Janet went out the way out to the Stevenson house to get you?" Marisa asked, the inflection of her voice saying she wasn't sure she believed it.

"Yes, she did," Laura replied, adding that she also saw it as doing Marisa a favor as well.

"Oh, well," Marisa said, thinking that the addition made it more believable. "Still, it seems that you were wrong about her too; you said that she didn't like you."

"Yeah, well I guess this is my weekend for being wrong," Laura offered, thankful that her sister was accepting the explanation.

"You really should give her a chance," Marisa added. "If you did, I think that you'd find that the two of you have a lot in common."
"You're probably right," Laura replied, trying hard but only partially suppressing a smile. "I'm sure she has a lot of qualities that I've never noticed before."

Marisa said something else, but Laura really didn't hear it, her attention having shifted to the thought of some of those qualities. Many of which had been demonstrated, not only on Friday night up on the overlook, but on both Saturday morning and afternoon. In fact, there had been a fourth demonstration that had ended only an hour ago, one that had left Laura's bedroom in the disheveled state it was in.

"Yes, given the chance, I think Janet and I might even become friends," Laura concluded with a knowing smile.

END