Downsides and Upsides
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A Sex And The City Story
This story takes place during the 1st season episode “Bay of Married Pigs”
Clad in a pair of sweatpants and her Harvard sweatshirt, Miranda Hobbes stretched her muscles as she looked out on the small park’s baseball field. Officially, participation in her law firm’s annual softball game was voluntary, but not a single lawyer dared to miss it. Not if they ever planned to make partner one day. It wasn’t enough to be smart, talented and ambitious, you had to be part of the social circle as well.
The thirty-two year old redhead was determined to make her way into that circle, no matter what it took. She’d even gone so far as to let another lawyer at the firm set her up on a blind date for the game so as not to stand out as a loner at another corporate function. The only man she’d been seeing of late was Skipper Johnson, a web site creator ten years her junior. Their mutual friend, Carrie Bradshaw had introduced the two of them, but the relationship was based more on sex than anything else, at least in Miranda’s case. Nice as Skipper was, both in the sack and out of it, he wasn’t the type to really fit in at the game.
“Miranda, I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” Jeff said as he spotted Miranda in front of the bleachers and walked over to her.
“Alright,” Miranda said with a sigh of resignation, “Let get it over with.”
Jeff replied with a nod and motioned for Miranda to follow him past the benches toward the third base line. She quickly spotted the figure that her co-worker was heading toward. About her height, with dark hair cut just as short as her own, her date was also wearing sweats.
“Miranda, this is Syd,” Jeff said as he confirmed the redhead’s observation. “Syd, this is Miranda.”
With a warm smile, Syd reached out to shake Miranda’s hand. A little stunned, Miranda automatically reached out to reciprocate.
“Look at the two of you,” Jeff beamed and they shook hands, “it’s a perfect match.”
A heartbeat passed as Miranda and Syd looked at each other, then Jeff excused himself, giving Syd a thumbs up as he did. As he headed back toward the bleachers, Syd said it was nice to meet Miranda.
“You too,” Miranda replied, still feeling awkward. “I’ll tell you what, I’m going to get a soda. You want a soda? I’m gonna get us a soda.”
Not giving Syd any option but to agree, Miranda quickly turned and headed after Jeff, who had only gone about twenty feet.
“Jeff!” she called out to him.
“Pretty great, huh?” Jeff said as he turned and waited for Miranda to catch up to him. “Can I pick ‘em or what?”
“Yeah,” Miranda said, then added in a stronger tone, “I’m not gay.”
“Seriously?” Jeff replied, taking a long look at Miranda.
The look on her face said that she was indeed serious.
“I’ve been with the firm eight months,” Jeff said in way of explanation, “I haven’t once seen you with a guy.”
“Circumstantial Jeff,” Miranda said, “I’m single. Christ, when did being single translate into being gay?”
“Shit!” Jeff said, finally realizing his error as he looked past Miranda to where Syd was still waiting. “Do you want me to go over there and...”
“No, I’ll do it,” Miranda said, thinking it would be easier on the misinformed lesbian if it came from her.
Giving Jeff one last how could you come to that conclusion look, Miranda marched back over to Syd and told her the bad news. She was glad the other woman had a sense of humor equal to her own and they both had a good laugh over the mix-up. Deciding to make the best of it, they both stayed for the game and wound up having a good time.
In fact, by the end of the game, they were having more than a good time as Syd at third base and Miranda behind the plate, brought in the final two outs with a double play. An exuberant rush filled both of them and, wrapped up in the excitement, they shared a victory hug and high five as Syd ran down the third base line. The play had caught everyone’s attention, including the senior partner who, with his wife, came over to congratulate them.
“That was quite a play, ladies,” he said as Miranda and Syd sat on a bench cooling down with some bottled water.
“It’s all about teamwork, Charles,” Miranda casually offered, still filled with the excitement of winning.
“Chip,” the senior partner corrected her.
“Chip,” Miranda repeated, suddenly realizing that she had just been bumped up the firm’s social ladder.
“Listen, my wife and I are having a little dinner party on the 12th,” Chip said, “just some couples, nothing fancy. We’d both love it if you both could make it.”
“We’d love to,” Miranda automatically responded, much to Syd’s surprise.
Syd looked at Miranda again and saw the look of happiness on her face. Not knowing what else to say, she just smiled and took another drink from her water bottle. Then she sort of giggled and nodded her head yes.
In her two years at the firm, the senior partner had barely even talked to her. Now suddenly, it’s “Chip” and she’s being invited to dinner. Miranda was determined to make partner, even if she had to be part of a lesbian couple to do it.
The 12th came and Miranda and Syd, who was really being a good sport about all of it, showed up at Chip’s lavish upper East Side apartment. It turned out to be everything Miranda had hoped it would be. Over dinner they all discussed the issues of the day and, for what she felt like was the first time, her opinions were listened to. By the time the night was over and Chip saw the pseudo-lesbian couple out, Miranda was sure she had just moved one step closer to partner.
“Thank you very much, we had a really great time,” Miranda said as they reached the door.
“As did we all,” Chip said and then added as Syd walked ahead. “She is a real find.”
“Oh,” Miranda replied, a fleeting look of guilt on her face.
“We’ll have to do this again real soon,” the senior partner went on, not having noticed his employee’s expression.
Miranda hesitated a moment, then told Syd she’d meet her at the elevator. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to her boss and said that they really couldn’t do it again.
“Syd and I aren’t really a couple,” Miranda confessed. “In fact, we’re not even really lesbians. Well, Syd is, I’m not. I just took advantage of the situation to bend your ear about my work at the firm.”
“Shrewd move, Counselor,” Chip said, “but no harm done. My wife will be disappointed though, she was looking to add a lesbian couple to our circle.”
With that, he turned and headed back to his other dinner guests.
As Miranda and Syd rode the elevator back down, Miranda considered how much easier her life would be if she were in a couple, any couple. On impulse, she leaned over and kissed Syd on the mouth. It was a simple kiss, more than she would give a girlfriend, but less than she would a lover.
“Yup, definitely straight,” Miranda said as she broke the kiss.
“Yeah, you are,” Syd agreed, a small touch of regret in her voice.
“Sorry,” Miranda said to Syd, glad at least she had finally been honest about it.
Syd didn’t reply verbally, but just smiled as if to say, it was okay.
The two women were silent the rest of the way down to the lobby. Late as it was, Miranda really wasn’t tired and considered calling Carrie, and her other best friends, Charlotte York and Samantha Jones. Then she remembered they had gone to a house warming party over on the West Side. Calling Skipper was also a possibility. With his puppy dog devotion, he’d rush over to her apartment whatever the hour to keep her warm.
“I did have a good time,” Syd said as they stepped out onto the street, interrupting Miranda’s musings.
“I did too,” Miranda smiled. “I really appreciate you going through all of this for me.”
As before, Syd just smiled as to say it was nothing.
“Would you like to share a cab home?” Miranda asked, thinking that paying her fare was the least she could do.
“Nah, I only live about ten blocks from here,” the dark haired woman replied. “It’s such a nice night I think I’ll walk.”
With that, she said good-night and turned in the direction of downtown. Miranda watched her go for about a quarter-block, then made an impulsive decision.
“Syd, wait up!” she called out as she sprinted down the street, catching up with her date.
Syd was surprised, but didn’t say anything, waiting to see why Miranda had called out. It took a second for the attorney to catch her breath.
“We’re going in the same direction, would you like some company?”
“I’d like that,” Syd said with her broadest smile of the evening.
With the pretense of their being a couple now behind them, Miranda found it was a lot easier to enjoy Syd’s company. She’d been surprised to discover at the dinner party that the pet store clerk was quite articulate when she wanted to be and while she wasn’t a career woman like Carrie or her other close friends, Syd was just as interesting. Over the last ten years, she’d had a dozen different jobs and lived in six different cities. All in different parts of the country.
The blocks quickly faded behind them as they continued some of the discussions that had begun around the dinner table. Much too soon, they were standing at the steps leading up to the six story walk-up that Syd called home. Miranda found herself sorry that the night was already over and wished that there were a way she could make it last longer.
“I really want to thank you again for tonight,” Miranda said. “You’ve really been a much better sport about it all than I think I might’ve been.”
“I had a lot of fun,” Syd smiled, repeating her sentiments of earlier. “It’s not that often that I get to meet people like that.”
“Well I still owe you one,” Miranda smiled back.
“Would you like to come up for coffee?” Syd unexpectedly asked.
“I’d love to,” Miranda replied, the words out of her mouth before she’d even thought about the question.
With that, Syd led her date for the evening up the stoop and continued up the five floors of stairs beyond it. Somehow, Miranda just knew her apartment would wind up being on the uppermost floor. The prewar building didn’t have an elevator.
“Be it ever so humble, this is it,” Syd said as she opened the door and then stepped aside to let the lawyer precede her.
Miranda took two steps inside, taking a moment to let her eyes adjust to the moonlight coming in from the large skylight above. Then the room grew brighter as Syd hit a light switch behind her and two soft fluorescent lights came to life.
“It’s quite lovely,” Miranda said as she turned her head and took in the large studio apartment.
The main room was a combination living room, dining room and bedroom, with a small kitchenette over to the side. On the other end, Syd explained was the entrance to the bathroom. Not that fancy, Syd added, but it did have the advantage of having a real tub instead of just the shower that builders seem to put into newer apartments to save space.
The decor of the apartment was quite eclectic, reflecting the number of different places and lives that its owner had lived over the years. Trying to come up with a way to describe it, Miranda finally decided to just call it comfortable.
“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll get us that coffee,” Syd said as she directed Miranda to the large, overstuffed couch in the center of the room.
Miranda walked over to the couch, taking a moment to admire the two large throw pillows at each end. One carried a cable car with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background, the other a scene from Colonial Williamsburg.
“The coffee will be up in a minute,” Syd called from the kitchenette, “just coffee I’m afraid, nothing like you’re going to find at Starbucks.”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Miranda replied over her shoulder as she took off her jacket and draped it over the arm of the couch.
Miranda started to sit on the couch to await the coffee, then changed her mind, deciding instead to see if Syd needed any help. Walking across the small room, she came up alongside the darker haired woman.
“That smells good,” Miranda said, thinking how sometimes her own “coffee-making” skills left a lot to be desired.
“Thanks,” Syd said as she set out two mugs from the overhead cabinet.
“Syd, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Miranda asked as she helped by taking out a small container of milk from the refrigerator.
“Sure, fire away,” Syd replied as she took out two small spoons from one of the drawers.
“Why did you really go with me tonight?” Miranda asked. “If the situation had been reversed, I have to say that I’d have been insulted to say the least. Yet you went along with it without a problem.”
“Like I said before,” Syd answered as she poured coffee into both mugs, “it seemed like an interesting thing to do and I figured it might be fun.”
“That’s it?” Miranda added, her voice reflecting a lack of belief. “And you weren’t bothered by the fact that everyone at dinner thought we were lovers?”
“Why would that bother me?” Syd smiled as she added a small bowl of sugar to the tray she had set the coffee on. “It’s not like I was being something that I’m not. I do sleep with other women after all.”
“I guess so,” Miranda replied, thinking that if anything, she was the one who had been something that she wasn’t.
“Besides,” Syd added as the corner of her smile lifted up just a little, “I kind of liked the idea of people thinking we were lovers - even if it wasn’t real.”
“Is that why you said yes?” Miranda asked, thinking of men she had accompanied to social functions in the past for the same reason.
Syd took a long minute, seeming to consider the question, then left it unanswered. Her silence, however, spoke volumes.
“I have to be honest,” Miranda said when she realized that no answer was going to be forthcoming, “when we were leaving the party, I found myself wondering what it might be like. I guess it’s a pity that you didn’t feel anything when I kissed you.”
“I never said I didn’t feel anything,” Syd offered, now ignoring the steaming mugs of coffee on the counter. “I just agreed with you that you were straight.”
“And you could tell that from just one kiss,” Miranda said, an almost undetectable trace of regret in her voice.
“I said what I thought you wanted to hear,” Syd replied. “I never really think of people as straight or gay. I think people are people and who you sleep with is a matter of choice and opportunity.”
“But you’ve never been with a man?” the redhead asked, if only to confirm her earlier assessment.
“No, but like I said, that’s a matter of choice.”
“Would it bother you if a woman you slept with also slept with men?” Miranda asked, wondering where that question had come from.
“I guess that would depend on why I was sleeping with her,” Syd answered without hesitation. “If we were in a relationship, well of course it would certainly bother me if she slept with someone else, man or woman. But if we were just having a little fun, well why should I care? Don’t you feel that way about some of the men you date?”
If she were still being honest, Miranda would have to admit that was true as well. In fact, after thinking about it for a few moments, she realized that the number of men she’d dated for just sex far out numbered those she’d felt an emotional attachment for. Skipper was only the latest example of that truism.
“Miranda, can I ask you a question now?” Syd asked, interrupting the redhead’s musings.
“Of course.”
“Do you find me attractive?”
The question took Miranda by surprise. Not that it hadn’t been one she’d asked herself. True, Syd wasn’t attractive in the way say Charlotte or Samantha was, but there definitely was something there. On reflection, she realized that it was the same quality that she saw when she looked into the mirror each morning.
“Yes, I do,” she admitted, surprised at how her pulse quickened as she said it.
“I’m glad to hear that,” Syd said as she took first one, then two steps closer, “because I think that you’re absolutely gorgeous.”
Both her words, and her proximity, made Miranda’s heart race even faster.
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“Froggy got off a corker last night.” Ms. Sloane smiled, “Oh?” “What’s the difference between mashed potatoes and pea soup?” “Anyone can mash potatoes.” “You heard it?” “In third grade.” “Oh.” As per his habitual habit, yrs. truly was modest re: the Gibraltar Triumph. “Piece of cake, Trish. Of course Ms. Sloane was helpful. Rather useful, in fact.” In our basement Lair, The McGovern had me in one hand, Froggy in the other, working -- with her favorite vanilla lubricant -- her...
While the Gibraltar Triumph still warms the cockleshells of the heart, a certain Birdie Brewster doesn’t rest his laurels when it comes to work. My personal Motto is Buckle Down, Cockleshells Be Damned. And, quite frankly, I was relieved to re-straddle the career grinding wheel again. At home, dinner table voiciferations were revolving around wedding matters far too much for one’s comfort, chatter-wise. While I’ve been waiting for the Ms. Sloane Miracle, my mother, my auntie, Wandy, Trish,...
It had taken years to get my wife comfortable with the idea of hypnosis. She finally consented when she began having trouble sleeping. When I assured her that she could sleep better through a post-hypnotic suggestion, she agreed to try it. Once under, she was given a key word which would make her relax and available to other suggestions. That was when the fun began. Knowing something about hypnosis, I realized that the power of a suggestion weakens over time unless it is constantly...
4:15 pm Ella couldn't see a thing out her window. The gray sky had opened up and flurries of powder were descending on the dark landscape. The lamps in the parking lot were obscured and the few cars remaining were quickly disappearing under the white onslaught from above. Swearing silently to herself, she realized that she should’ve left much earlier. Footsteps approached from behind her, “What are you still doing here?” a male voice asked. Ella’s coworker, Jim was standing behind her chair....
Outdoor(There is a prequel to this story called “The Coming”. You don't need to read it to understand this story but it is recommended.) Part 1: Rebel Uprising Eleven months ago, prominent scientist Dr. Timothy Andrews discovered a wormhole, a space gate close to Earth that promised a new era in space exploration. But before the experiments began an alien force used the gate to invade the planet, spreading its domain like an unstoppable virus. Humankind was doomed as people were...
SNOWBOUND CHAPTER 1 I could not believe Danny Boy, my DB, was planning a trip to West Michigan in mid-winter. Is he crazy? People do not travel from Southeastern Tennessee up to Michigan in the winter. It’s not done. I’m glad he likes my lighthouse pictures with all the ice and snow, but wanting to travel all this distance in winter weather to see them. Without a doubt, DB is crazy. But on the other hand, being able to once again see my best friend in the world at this time of year would be...
My car coughed once then died, leaving me stranded next to the highway during the biggest blizzard that this part of the country has seen in a century. Swearing profusely at anything even remotely mechanical I climbed out of the car and looked around for any sign of help. The highway was deserted, everyone else having enough sense to stay inside on a day like this. Shrugging my shoulders I started back towards the last exit I had passed, fortunately for me I hadn't gone far before my car died...
Ridley seldom listened to the radio and never paid any attention to the weather reports. On the way to an exclusive lodge resort he was told about a shortcut that would save him at least an hour of driving. Sadly, this decision proved to be a mistake, well, at least initially. As the snow started to fall rather hard his vehicle began to slip and slide prodigiously. At wits end, he was about to pass the entrance to a smallholding when he decided to turn in and ask for sanctuary. The home he...
Gay MaleI was finding it hard to concentrate on my picture... the creaking sounds from the box spring grew louder with each passing moment, making it harder and harder to keep my crayons inside the lines. I didn't have long to finish my coloring, maybe another minute or two but it was already the prettiest unicorn I'd colored yet, and surely they'd be happy. I struggled not to wrinkle my pretty pink dress laying on the floor, while also doing my best to keep the knees of my white stockings from getting...
I screamed desperately into the white veil, thrashing at the blank landscape with the least convincing punches I’d thrown in my life. The cold numbed and bit into my skin, forbidding me from forming feasible fists while my stiff, unwilling arms couldn’t wait to hug me once more. My club-like mittens uselessly tucked under my armpits, seeking any modicum of warmth. Turning back towards our makeshift camp, I could barely see the flicker of diminishing flames even from only a few feet away. The...
Love StoriesI've always had the hots for a variety of different film actresses, ranging from Z-list to A-list, but one particular actress who consistently captures my lustful attention is none other than Oscar-nominated Irish actress Saoirse Ronan.I've imagined her, this meek, beautiful ethereal actress as leading a secret double life as a swinger who exclusively indulges in and beds well hung black men of her choosing. No one would ever suspect this innocent girl could even be lustful in such a way, but...
"Listen to me. No, no, listen", I paused, sighing as the man across the desk opened his mouth to speak. "Larry, for fuck's sake listen to me. You know me, alright? The studio knows me. The people know me. Have I ever let you down? In the ten years I've been with you, in the...nine movies I've been in? No, I haven't, have I? And you know my speciality, my talent, my...mimicry, right? So come on, just tell me what you think" "I don't know, Bob, it's a hell of a risk. What if you get...
SNOWBOUND CHAPTER 1I could not believe Danny Boy, my DB, was planning a trip to West Michigan in mid-winter. Is he crazy? People do not travel from Southeastern Tennessee up to Michigan in the winter. It's not done. I'm glad he likes my lighthouse pictures with all the ice and snow, but wanting to travel all this distance in winter weather to see them. Without a doubt, DB is crazy. But on the other hand, being able to once again see my best friend in the world at this time of year would...
I think of my early life as average for a woman of my time; went to college where I met Dan, married him, dropped out of college and worked mediocre jobs to help Dan get his degree. The plan was that after he got settled in his career, I'd go back to college and finish, but I got pregnant...then we had two more c***dren in quick succession. I became a housewife, Chair of our PTA, volunteer swing instructor at the local YWCA and the cool mom that always takes the k**s out for ice cream after the...
Hello! Welcome to the waiting room for the World of Fucknowswhat. Now, this is my very first story so I apologise for any inconsistences, (I will do my best to rectify as immediately as possible) spelling errors, (I'm an idiot mostly) and any other flaws within said story, that being said, I hope you can enjoy regardless! Now, onto the good stuff, I shall act as a narrator from now on, I won't be around all too often, I will just act as more of a recapping ethereal figure, now, the World of...
FantasyThe oldest daughter, she was the best looking of the three sisters, including my mom. Tall, dark hair, a great smile, long legs, always tan with a smattering of freckles. She had firm-looking “B” cup tits and a nice ass. Smart too, she was the first in the family to head off to college. She had a lot going for her, but I never really paid much attention. Things took a turn the summer of ‘77, after I turned 18, just before I headed off to the Army. I planned on spending a month on my...
I paused at the top of the stairs and watched from the landing window of our remote cottage at the snowy scene outside. It was a real Christmas card scene with snow still falling hard and each branch and twig of the leafless trees was balancing a ridge of white making it look really pretty. It was an evening when nobody in their right mind would be out driving or walking in the Derbyshire Dales. The fields that surrounded the cottage were blanketed in white and the hills beyond were obscured by...
It was the Night Before Christmas... "Ladies and gentlemen, if I could please have your attention for a moment." the young man in the neatly pressed blue suit said as he stepped in front of the ticket counter. He had to repeat himself several times before the din of the crowd subsided enough for him to be heard. "Oh shit, this can't be good." Ilyssia Giordano thought as she took note of the all too artificial smile on the man's face. "I knew I should have taken the flight out...
“Dr. Lombardi, it’s your wife on line two, and your four-thirty canceled. You have no more appointments scheduled for today.” “Thanks, Margaret,” I said to the receptionist. Then picking up the phone, “Hey, Cath. What’s up? “I’m in St. Louis. The airport here just closed due to the snow. My flight from L.A. made it in to here, but my connecting flight is canceled. I’m stuck here, at least for tonight.” “Damn. Well, I guess it can’t be helped. Anything I can do for you?” “No, I’m staying at...
It had take years to get my wife comfortable with the idea of hypnosis. She finally consented when she began having trouble sleeping. When I assured her that she could sleep better through a post-hypnotic suggestion, she agreed to try it. Once under, she was given a key word which would make her relax and available to other suggestions. That was when the fun began. Knowing something about hypnosis, I realized that the power of a suggestion weakens over time unless it is constantly...
The list of people who have helped with this story is almost too great to list. However, it would be churlish in the extreme to not at least try. I am using their screen names and could never have done this without them! So, thank you, thank you, thank you to: Rotorhead, N12614, wino, stjoe56, ednelson, wd40, TeotwawkiTommy, HJ, ProxyAccount, and pharang. Any errors are mine, not theirs!
Strum-dum, Strum-da-da Dum! Acknowledgments and Afterword I’d like to thank several people for assistance in this book. First, my proofreaders, Bozo, Greg, Ryan, and Steve. You find the strange little mistakes that I couldn’t see, and gave me confidence when you couldn’t find mistakes. To Lexi, Annie’s sister, for your story of confidence and vulnerability. To SpacerX, for unabashed assistance and advice. To Michael Wex, author of the book “Just Say Nu: Yiddish for Every Occasion (When...
The list of people who have helped with this story is almost too great to list. However, it would be churlish in the extreme to not at least try. I am using their screen names and could never have done this without them! So, thank you, thank you, thank you to: Rotorhead, N12614, wino, stjoe56, ednelson, wd40, TeotwawkiTommy, HJ, ProxyAccount, and pharang. Any errors are mine, not theirs!
Since I wasn’t alone in my king-size bed as I returned to consciousness there was only one or two people I knew who could solve my guessing game for that evening. As I woke further I realized I had both girls in my bed, one on either side of me. I worried instantly, because I sleep in the nude and I hadn’t allowed for visitors. As my consciousness level shot up further, I realized that I needn’t have worried, or maybe I didn’t worry enough. Both Chris and Ash were naked too, their warm...