Behind the Curtain

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Behind The Curtain

Part One

by Ann Douglas

"You wanted to see me, Shelby?" Annette Delany asked as she knocked on the opened door of the office and stuck her head inside. "Sally's not at her desk and ....."

"Come on in and have a seat, Annette." he replied with a quick wave of his hand as he continued his phone conversation. "I'll be with you in a few minutes."

The 22 year old brunette stepped into the large office and sat down in one of the two chairs in front of Shelby's large oak desk. Carefully she adjusted the conservative blue and white business suit she wore. She really would've preferred to have waited in the outer office while her boss finished up his business call but with his secretary at lunch she had no choice but to announce herself.

Shelby Thomas was 44 and quite a good looking man. He had brown hair and beard which coupled with the glasses he wore always made Annette think of one of her college professors. Still trim unlike most men his age, he was just beginning to fall victim to the effects of a lack of exercise. It was the price of success -- too many hours spent behind the desk.

The young woman really didn't know him too well. Aside from her original interview and office gatherings, she had few personal dealings with him other than staff meetings in her short time at the firm.

Not wanting to stare, Annette instead looked out the window, fixing her gaze on a ferry boat in the distant harbor. The view from Shelby's office was certainly much better than hers, not that she ever thought of her cubicle as an office. One of the perks of success she reminded herself. After all, this was her first job since graduating college and she really hadn't expected to start at the top. At least not in the first ten months at Moore and Stanley she reminded herself.

"...and I look forward to seeing you next week." she heard Shelby say to his associate on the phone as he brought his conversation to a close.

Shelby took a few moments after he hung up the phone to jot down a few notes on a pad before looking up and giving Annette his full attention.

"I guess you're wondering what was so important that it couldn't wait until after lunch." he said as he dropped his pen back into the holder on the edge of his desk.

Truthfully, Annette had a really bad feeling when Sally had called her an hour ago and said that Shelby wanted to see her at noon. One of her best friends had just been fired from her job a month before and her boss had done it during the lunch hour as to have as few people around while she cleaned out her desk as possible. She didn't think Shelby was that kind of boss but didn't many of these middle management types go to the same schools.

She'd wracked her brain to come up with any major error she had made and came up empty. In fact, she thought she was doing a really great job, a lot better than her predecessor had -- and his performance had earned him a promotion.

"I've been going over your handling of the Peterson Foods account." Shelby said without any preamble as he removed a large folder from his file cabinet. "In fact, Gustav Czerny, the general manager of Peterson called me this morning to comment on it as well."

"Oh shit." thought Annette, "They're not happy with the changes I made. I knew I should've played it safe and just follow Carson's previous recommendations."

"Needless to say, Mr. Czerny was quite surprised at what he considered such a radical change in the way we handle his account."

"I'm going to be fired!" the brunette said to herself she squeezed her hands together below Shelby's line of sight.

"He also remarked that if he'd ever come across such malfeasance in his own organization, he'd have been inclined to immediately fire the individual responsible. After taking a more detailed look at these accounts, I had to tell him that I agreed."

"Malfeasance?" Annette mentally repeated to herself, how could they even accuse her of such a thing. "All she did was correct what she had thought were sloppy errors and poor practices."

"Needless to say, Jim Carson no longer works for this company." she heard Shelby say.

"What?.." Annette said, confused."

"And if it wasn't for the bad publicity that would come out of it and the fact that I think it was more incompetence than malfeasance since he doesn't seemed to have profited from the errors, I might've even considered criminal charges against him."

"You fired Carson?" Annette repeated.

"I had to." he replied. "This company can't afford to lose clients because of shoddy work. The only reason we haven't lost the Peterson account is that Czerny is willing to overlook Carson's poor management if we guarantee a better handling of their affairs in the future. That plus a certain financial adjustment that I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to read up on later. "

Shelby paused a few moments while he dropped the file back into his cabinet. Then with a much wider smile on his face he stated again.

"I know you haven't been with us very long, Annette." he began. "but if you continue to deliver work like this I see a real future for you with our company. The most immediate aspect of my appreciation for your work will be seen in your check next week. It's a small increase but one which I'm sure will be repeated on a much larger scale before long."

"Thank you." Annette said both in relief and appreciation.

"I wish it could've been more." he said. "But as it is all I really did was move up the raise you would've been getting by a few months. At you're level there are limits to what I can do in regards to salary."

"It's more than enough." Annette said. "It's enough to know that someone notices the work you put in."

"But as far as other areas, I do have a bit more leeway." Shelby noted. "I want you to take the rest of the day off."

"You really don't have to..." Annette started to say.

"....In fact." Shelby cut her off. "I don't expect to see you in this office again until Monday morning."

"But it's only Wednesday..." Annette noted.

"I'm well aware of that." he responded. "And Monday is Monday, ... I'm well aware that you've acquired the habit of coming in on weekends to catch up on some work. That's commendable but not this weekend. "

Annette didn't know what to say, except thank you one again.

"Now get out of here." Shelby said in a mock gruff voice. "Some of us have work to do!"

Annette rose to her feet and started for the door. She was half way there when Shelby said in a much quieter tone.

"Enjoy the weekend." he said as he looked up from his desk and admired the feminine form that even her austere attire couldn't conceal.

"If I was only twenty years younger and not her boss." he thought before he caught himself. -- "Hell, forget the twenty years." he concluded as he decided to allow himself this small indulgence. "If only I wasn't her boss."

Back at her cubicle, Annette took a half hour to finish up what she had been working on. It wasn't that important, but it would've been on her mind all weekend if she hadn't. By the time she shut down the computer on her desk, most of the other associates were returning from lunch.

Annette looked up from her desk to see a tall olive skinned blonde standing over her. Yvonne's hair color was a recent change, prior to that she'd been a brunette just like Annette. She had to give her friend credit -- she wouldn't have had the nerve.

Yvonne was two years older than Annette and had been at the firm that much longer. She also had been hired right out of college. That was were the comparison had ended. Whereas Annette was always trying to blend in and let her work speak for her, her friend was always trying to be a center of attention. Like right now, she wore a blue skirt which most people would've considered too short for an office. It was topped by a pristine white blouse which strained against an impressive bosom.

"So what did old man Shelby want." Yvonne asked.

"You really shouldn't call him that." Annette said. "He's really not that old."

"If he's over 30, he's old!" Yvonne replied. "So what happened?"

Annette quickly told the story.

"So they fired Jim Carson, huh." the blonde noted. "Couldn't have happened to a nicer prick."

"That's not very nice." Annette said, trying to show some sympathy for the man.

"But true." she said. "I went out with him for drinks one Friday night after work with some of the other associates. We wound up being the last two at the bar and he started giving me all that crap about how his wife didn't understand him. All the while he was staring down my blouse to get a good look at my tits. Not that they don't deserve a good look. Then he got all pissed off when I wouldn't give him a blow job to help ease all his pain."

"I guess he was a prick then." Annette agreed.

"I think if it wasn't for the fact that he was afraid of your boyfriend here," Yvonne said as she rested her hand on the small photograph on Annette's desk. "he'd have been trying to get into your panties too."

"There was very little chance of that." Annette smiled. "In fact none at all."

"Oh I know that." Yvonne laughed. "I know you have better taste than that."

Annette smiled a grin which held a secret that Yvonne never would've guessed.

"Speaking of good taste." Yvonne went on as she picked up the photograph. "I don't know how you do it?"

"Do what?" Annette said as she picked up the last of her stuff to leave.

"Stay celibate while lover-boy here is off playing soldier." she replied.

The first picture in the double frame was indeed a soldier -- specifically a U.S. Marine. Close-cropped black hair framed a ruggedly handsome and deeply tanned face. The dress uniform he wore concealed an equally rugged and handsome body. The other photo had been taken a few months ago at the office Christmas party when he had been home on leave and came to the celebration with Annette -- much to the envy of half the offices female population.

"Well, I do keep busy." Annette quipped. "And Danny does write every week."

"Girl, a letter isn't going to keep you warm at night." Yvonne said as she replaced the photos. "I would think you were at least burning out the batteries when you read them."

"That, I'm not going to comment on." Annette laughed.

"I know if he was my guy, I'd have taken him to bed and fucked him till he couldn't walk. That'd be the end of that soldier crap."

"He's a Marine, not a soldier." Annette corrected. "They're a little particular about that point."

"Whatever..." Yvonne said. "The point is that he's half way around the world in Korea. You don't really think that he's suffering from a terminal case of blue balls do you. Or that he's faithfully jerking off every night into a tissue while thinking of you. My brother was in Korea while in the Air Force, there are plenty of "mama-sans" to take care of a lonely soldier .. OK Marine.. far way from home."

"We have an understanding. I told you that." Annette concluded as she noticed that more people were back at their desks and she no longer wanted to continue this conversation.

"If you'd take my advice." Yvonne said, having to get in the last word. "You'd go out and have some fun over your days off. Go find yourself someone nice and more importantly ... available. It wouldn't hurt you to get laid more than once or twice a year."

As she watched Yvonne head back to her own desk, her ass swaying much to the delight of her male co-workers, Annette's face again filled with that `I've got a secret smile.'

"I wonder what you would think?" she thought as her eyes followed Yvonne down the aisle. "If you knew that if I woke up with a warm body next to me tomorrow morning, I rather it be yours than Danny's."

Annette let the thought of Yvonne's naked body pressed next to hers rest in her mind for a few more moments, enjoying the imagery. She knew that the tall blonde was somewhat of a sexual adventurer -- if all of the stories she had shared where to be believed. Maybe someday the younger woman would have to nerve to see how much of an adventurer she really was.

With that she grabbed her purse and was gone as well.

An hour later after a not so quick subway ride , Annette was home at the Soho apartment she shared with a roommate. It was only three in the afternoon and Michelle wouldn't be home until six. Then she would be gone by seven, off to her part time night job. If nothing else, Annette would have the apartment to herself tonight. But to do what?

One of the reasons Annette had been spending so many hours at work lately was that she had broken up with her last steady lover four months ago. Not that it had been much of a relationship, but still it had been something. In fact, the relationship had set a new record for longevity -- three months.

In the end it had come down to one big incompatibility. Vanessa was out of the closet, living her life openly as a lesbian. Annette, on the other hand, still lived a life of secrets -- hiding behind a false identity as it were. She had told Vanessa that it was because of her job that she couldn't come out.

It was one thing, she repeatedly had said, to be an open lesbian when you worked in the entertainment industry as Vanessa did. It was another when you worked for an old-fashion, establishment banking firm; and you had only been there less than a year. Maybe when she was more established things would change. She didn't want to have to start looking for a new job in a small tight knit community carrying the label that she was `that dyke bitch that Moore and Stanley fired'. Oh they couldn't fire her for that of course, not in this age of political awareness. But they could make you miserable enough that you eventually gave them a reason to fire you.

To all of this line of reasoning, Vanessa had simply replied that it was so much bullshit. All Annette lacked was the guts to stand up and be counted for what she was. Deep down, Annette had to admit to herself that Vanessa had been at least partly right.

So for what ever reasons she used to justify it, Annette had created a false identity to carry around like so much excess baggage. Right down to a conveniently absent boyfriend which took care of any questions as to why she didn't date any of the guys she met.

Technically, Danny Ryan was both a boy and a friend -- one of the best friends she'd ever had. He just wasn't the boyfriend most people took him for. Their friendship went back to grammar school and was based on a lot firmer foundation than sex. Not that sex didn't enter into in, at least on one occasion.

Like thousands of other girls, Annette had lost her virginity on prom night. Like so many of her contemporaries, she had found it a somewhat disappointing experience. Taking the adage that you can't make a judgment based on only one taste, she'd gone to bed with another young man with equally discouraging results.

Finally, she concluded that perhaps it was the emotional aspect that was missing. With that in mind she'd taken her best friend in all the world to her bed. It had, she was quite willing to admit, clearly been the most physically satisfying of the three encounters, resulting in her first orgasm during sex. Yet as physically fun as it had been, it had also been as hollow as all the previous attempts.

Six months later, after a few beers in her for courage, Annette had given in to a yearning that she had kept secret since she'd first became aware of it shortly after her 16th birthday. The next morning when she'd woken up in the bed of another woman, she'd found what she'd been searching for. Strangely enough, the song on the clock radio that woke her up that morning had been `Looking for love in all the wrong places'. Quite appropriate she later thought.

Despite a few affairs she had during her remaining years in college, Annette never found the courage to `stand up and be counted' as Vanessa always called it. In fact, except for the other women involved, the only person she told was Danny. It was a testament to their friendship that he'd told her that no matter what, he'd always be her friend. The idea that she could use him as an absentee boyfriend had been his.

So here she was, a four day weekend in front of her and absolutely nothing to do. Perhaps she should take Yvonne's advice and go out and find someone. Maybe not the someone that Yvonne intended but someone nevertheless. The more she thought about it, the more it seemed a good idea.

"Maybe I do just need to get laid." she said out loud, laughing that she was starting to sound like Yvonne.

Annette spent a few hours running errands in the neighborhood before again returning to the apartment to make dinner for Michelle and herself. Sure enough, just as the clock was striking six, Michelle came prancing through the door.

"Honey, I'm home!" she announced as she dropped her knapsack onto the couch.

Her announcement was a little joke that both she and Annette shared. Though both were lesbians, they didn't have a sexual relationships. It just worked out better for both of them to have a roommate that they didn't have any secrets from. Annette had a `straight' roommate back in college, one of her best friends as a matter of fact and it caused all sort of problems. She'd lost track of all the times Karen Robinson had tried to fix her up. It had also precluded her bringing home any of her dates. One thing both she and Michelle had in common was that they both were at a point in their lives that they weren't looking for a long term relationship anyway. Both were too young to settle down and it was a big world out there. They once discussed sharing each others bed for a night, just to see what it might be like. But after a little heavy petting on the couch, they decided that each of them would rather have the other as a friend. If they were lovers it would only complicate their extracurricular activities.

"Welcome home, Dear." Annette said as she walked out of the small kitchen, dinner in hand. "And how was your day?"

"Oh, just about the same." Michelle said as she took a sniff of the pleasing aroma of the dishes Annette was carrying. "Hmm, that smells wonderful. Some special occasion?"

Annette quickly gave an abbreviated version of her own day as they sat down at the table in the common room. Michelle said she was happy for her friend.

"So what are you planning to do with your sudden vacation?" Michelle asked as she finished off the last of her meal.

"Well the idea of hopping on a plane and shooting off to Los Angeles suggested itself. But then reality set in and put a kibosh on that idea. I guess maybe I'll just go out tonight." Annette said as she sipped at her drink. "See what happens."

"Great." Michelle beamed. "Where are you planning to go?"

"I thought maybe I'd go up to Scarlett's Rose." Annette answered.

"It's too bad I have to work. I haven't been there in weeks. I'd love to go with you." Michelle said as she pulled off her blouse to put on the uniform she wore at the local restaurant where she worked nights.

"You could always call in sick." Annette suggested as she look a longing look at Michelle's bra-enclosed mounds. There were times she regretted their decision not to be lovers.

"I'd love to, but if you want to see my half of next month's rent, I really need this job." the long haired blond said as she buttoned her blouse.

"Maybe next time then." Annette said as she carried the now empty and dirty dishes into the small kitchen.

"Well I'd better run." Michelle said as she picked up her knapsack.

"You be careful." Annette said as she came back into the room. "May sure you take a cab home, no more walking home in the middle of the night. If you need it, I'll pay for it."

"Yes mother." Michelle chuckled. "I've saved up my allowance and I will be careful."

Annette just gave her a disapproving look. Despite being almost a year younger than Michelle, Annette did sometimes feel like her mother.

"Now give me a kiss and I'll be on my way." Michelle said as she pressed her lips against Annette's.

The kiss was brief, almost platonic, just as Annette had expected. The second kiss wasn't and took her by surprise. Her eyes opened wide as she felt Michelle's tongue side between her lips.

"That's just to warm you up." Michelle said as she disappeared out the door. "Now go out and have some fun. And if you bring anyone home, be sure to leave the table lamp in the hall on so I don't walk in on the two of you. It's been so long you probably forgot about that."

"I haven't forgotten." Annette said quietly as she closed the door behind Michelle and locked it.

Cleaning up after dinner only took a few minutes and Annette decided to take a shower before going out. Feeling the need for something special to wear when she was done, she began going through her lingerie draw.

She quickly found what she was looking for -- a pair of sheer black lace panties and a matching bra. They were still in the original wrappings. She had bought them to wear for Vanessa but never got the chance.

Underneath the plastic package was another plastic bag containing a bright red kerchief. Annette took out the scarf and lifted it to her face. Sealed in the zip lock bag, it still held a trace of perfume.

"Vanessa." she said out loud as the fragrant aroma filled her nostrils.

Visions of the last time Vanessa and her had made love filled her head. It was as clear as if it had been last night.

"Come on baby," Vanessa said as she rubbed her bare, dark breasts against the back of the light skinned girl beneath her. "When are you going to take me home to meet your Mom and Dad?"

"We've been through this all before." the scantily clad Annette replied. "It's not that simple."

"Oh don't tell me that." Vanessa argued. "You just take me home and say, "Hi Mom and Dad, I'd like you to meet my lover."

"After which I'd be calling 911 for the heart attack my mother would then be having." Annette said as she rolled out and from under the larger girl.

"Maybe you're just underestimating their tolerance?" Vanessa said as she sat up and ran her hand through her long shoulder length black hair. "Besides, since I'm a Nurse, I can always administer CPR."

"I don't think so." the brunette said as she reached for the lamp on the night table.

In truth, she wasn't sure which would be the greater shock to her parents. That her current lover was a woman ... or that she was as black as the night.

"Leave the light on." Vanessa said as her hand closed on Annette's. "I want to watch you make love."

"All right." the younger girl replied. "If it makes you happy."

Annette leaned forward and kissed Vanessa, anxious to put the subject of her `coming out' behind them. She cared more for her lover than she liked to admit. She knew she wasn't ready for a monogamous relationship and Vanessa hadn't asked for one. But she knew she would miss her if she left.

A sudden rush of excitement filled Annette as she cupped both of Vanessa's large breasts. The young woman knew that in the eyes of some of her more feminist and politically correct friends, her passion for women who had large breasts was somewhat improper. Her attitude to them was `screw them', it wasn't any of their business who she took to bed. It was a pity she didn't have that strength of will when dealing with her parents and her straight friends.

Her finger played with Vanessa's erect nipples, enjoying their hardness. One at a time she lifted the heavy orbs to her mouth and sucked on them.

"Oh I love it so much when you do that." Vanessa purred, replacing Annette's hands with her own.

Vanessa's nipples, like her breasts as a whole, were nearly twice the size of Annette's. The brunette so loved the feel of them in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the stubs, covering them with her wetness. Then she would slide them into her mouth once more. Each time was like the first, exciting and intoxicating.

"You are magical, Vanessa," Annette said in a sweet, sexy voice as she squeezed the dark breast.

"Magical?"

"Yes, magical. I've never wanted to make love to someone as much as I want to you right now."

Vanessa lifted Annette's face away from her breasts and once more kissed her softy on the lips. Then the kiss became harder and more passionate. Annette put her arms tight around Vanessa's body as the two opened their mouths and let their tongues run from mouth to mouth. Back and forth in feverish and anxious lesbian desire.

Annette felt Vanessa's magic move into her body. She gave up her body to her lover, offering it as a sacrifice to lust. She wanted only to please Vanessa and in turn to be pleased by her. She hoped that if she could only make this moment last forever, all of their differences would disappear.

Vanessa took her lips from the younger woman's mouth and kissed her soft skin, licking her face with her tongue.

"Oh, Vanessa," Annette moaned.

Annette was wearing a light nightgown that hung from her body by a pair of shoulder straps made of light, flimsy material. Vanessa brushed those straps from her shoulders and let the nightgown move down Annette's soft, young skin. Her firm, rounded breasts with the pink nipples were soon exposed to the black girl's passionate eyes.

Annette's mounds were small but just as full and sweet as Vanessa's. Vanessa ran her lips down them slowly, letting her love wait a bit before she got to the little pink nipples that were already beginning to turn bumpy and hard with excitement.

Finally, Vanessa kissed one of those nipples. Annette sighed and lifted it up with her hands so that the black woman could more easily suck on the pinkness that was there, waiting for her lips.

Vanessa stuck out her tongue and ran it around the pinkness of the nipple. Then she put her lips on that pink circle and closed them tightly around the good spot and began to suck with ecstasy and excitement.

Vanessa had made love to many women before, but had never made love to a girl who seemed to want it as badly as Annette did. Vanessa sensed as she sucked the nipple that Annette was trying to turn this little late evening love feast into something special -- something that she could forever cherish. If so, Vanessa was more than happy to help.

Gently, Annette pushed Vanessa back and the black woman let the nipple escape from her lips as she moved back. Annette put her hands on Vanessa's shoulders and brought the sexy, black woman forward for one more kiss.

This kiss wasn't soft. It was hard and filled with passion -- passion that came from both mouths, from both souls. As they kissed, Vanessa cupped Annette's bare breasts in her hands and felt them as they heaved with her lust.

Now it was Annette's turn to return to those black fountains of delight. Before becoming Vanessa's lover, Annette had never really been attracted to black women. Now she found the deep darkness of her skin an aphrodisiac.

Annette took her time and waited for a few seconds before she finally kissed one of the ebony nipples that stood there, beckoning her like a searchlight in the fog. Now she ran her tongue around the nipple and closed her lips around it, kissing it and sucking on it with pleasure and desire.

Behind The Curtain

Part Two

by Ann Douglas

And Vanessa was filled with pleasure too. As her younger lover sucked on her nipple, she ran her hands through the girl's long hair and moved them down Annette's bare back, letting her fingers run lightly over the girl's tingling spine and feeling that same tingle invade her own body.

Then it was Vanessa's turn to move away and stop the sucking of her orbs. Annette gave into her willingly, knowing that the pleasure had just begun.

Vanessa stood up beside the bed and moved her white panties down her firm, black legs. Moving them slowly as to tease her lover who she knew was so anxious to see her black bush.

But Annette was willing to wait, and in a few seconds saw her mound, that beautiful tightly cropped hair, and that little slit that was between Vanessa's legs. She licked her lips in anticipation, bringing a smile once more to Vanessa. Annette couldn't wait to taste the dark sweetness of her cunt.

Vanessa sat naked on the bed and spoke softly but cheerfully to her love.

"Now you." she said.

Annette jumped up and let the nightgown fall off her body to the floor. Her legs were firm too, and tanned by the summer sun. She was still wearing a pair of little, pink bunny panties that came with the nightgown. She turned for a moment and wiggled her ass at Vanessa. Vanessa giggled at the sight and Annette looked over her bare shoulder and giggled too as she slipped the panties down her legs. Her back was still turned to Vanessa and the first thing that the black woman saw was the crack in her little lover's ass. That round little ass looked so juicy, like freshly baked bread. .

Annette stepped out of the panties and threw them back over her shoulder at Vanessa. The dark woman caught them and held them to her nose, smelling the sweet cunt wetness that was there, an aroma she knew so well.

Annette turned and spread her legs triumphantly, moving her white, trembling hands down the length of her sexy body. She moved two fingers into the folds of her cunt and moaned as she felt the heavy wetness there.

Vanessa watched her lover and as she watched leaned back on the bed and spread her own black legs, moving her own red tipped fingers into her dark hole. Matching Annette's motions, she soon matched her moans.

They went on for a few moments, both happy with their own mastubatory revels to passion. Both grew even more excited because they knew that they were together in this lust, this finger-fucking fun.

Then, cued as if by some unseen director, both girls pulled their fingers from their now soaking cunts. They looked at each other and grinned. Annette stepped forward, moving toward the bed and the lover she had wanted for so long. Vanessa kept her legs spread, welcoming the white girl into her body.

Annette put her arms out in front of her and fell into the bed, catching herself on her hands and hanging there over Vanessa's black and sexy body. Annette's tits hung down low and rubbed against Vanessa's darker breasts. Vanessa cupped those tits in her hands and pushed them up so she could bury her face in the softness that was Annette's full breasts.

Then the white girl eased herself onto the black woman's body and Vanessa lifted her legs high, keeping them open. She wrapped her legs around Annette's back and held the girl firmly in her grasp. The two women started to hump each other, to feel their clits hardening and battling each other in a pleasurable way. As they moved together, Annette lay her head next to Vanessa's and her hair fell across the black woman's face. Vanessa smelled that hair and loved it, it was fresh like the morning.

They started to sweat as they hunched each other so furiously and they started to moan too, feeling their pussies get wetter and wetter with the fever of the moment. They were both flooded with the fires of lesbian desire. Annette put her arms around her lover's neck and kissed the side of Vanessa's face, blowing in her ear. She ran her tongue into that ear, letting it follow the little swirls there.

Then with Annette tight between her legs, Vanessa began to turn her body, moving slowly until she was on top. When she was, she loosened her hold on Annette's waist and the smaller girl lifted her legs and put them around Vanessa's firm body. The humping then continued with the sound of wet cunts beating each other with joy, and the sounds of moaning and pleasant whimpering.

The two women moved with each other, playing with each other's bodies, running their hands over black and white skin. Vanessa linked her passion with the sight of Annette's sweating body that was churning under hers with so much anxious love.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, they broke apart and Vanessa rolled off Annette's heaving body. They moved on the bed, to the center and lay next to each other, kissing and touching each other's bodies.

It was Vanessa who had the next lusty thought. She started to work her way down Annette's body, kissing it and licking the perspiration that was there, knowing that it was her perspiration too as their bodies had become one. She sucked on the small pink nipples for a few seconds, then she licked and kissed her way across her stomach.

Her ebony lover paused again to run her tongue into Annette's little navel, she put her finger in another special place, moving it easily into Annette's cunt.

Vanessa worked the finger deeply unto the soft pink pussy, moving the finger around and around. Feeling both Annette's dampness and her heat, Vanessa began to move it quickly, like a cock, fucking Annette in a wonderful way. Then Vanessa took her tongue from Annette's navel and ran it through the light hair above the girls pussy, licking that hair and blowing on it. Making it damp and cool, even though the girl's pussy was hot and ready to explode with passion.

When Vanessa was ready, she moved quickly on the bed, putting her face between Annette's legs as she stretched those legs out and held them out with her hands. Then she moved her nimble tongue across the folds of her pussy. She felt Annette shiver with delight and lust.

"Yes, Vanessa, eat me," Annette moaned. "Lick my pussy."

Annette reached down with her own hands and spread the pussy lips apart. Without hesitation, Vanessa dived in. She lapped at the young and sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Annette. Then she brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through Annette's shaking body.

Vanessa ran her tongue against Annette's clit, striking it with a feverish feeling that made Annette feverish too. Feverish with desire for more from this woman's tongue. And Vanessa was willing to give more, for she knew that Annette would soon be between her own legs, returning the favor with her own soft tongue.

Vanessa took the hardening clit between her lips and sucked on it. She sucked and chewed and bit on the piece of flesh and felt Annette's body respond to each touch. She knew she was driving her lover insane with orgasmic feelings. Looking up she studied Annette as she sucked. Annette was feeling her own breasts as she moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the bed.

Then in a burst of fire, Annette came with sighs and squeals. As she came Annette took her hands off her tits and put them on the back of Vanessa's head, pressing her head deep into her pussy, telling her dark skinned lover not to stop until she had come with all her fury.

And then it was over. Annette relaxed and lay on the bed in a twilight state of dreamy fulfillment. Vanessa lifted her lips from the clit and licked her lips, savoring one last time the sweetness of her new lover.

She smiled up at her lover. Annette opened up her eyes and smiled down at Vanessa.

"Now you," she said in a whisper of love. "Now I want to eat you."

"Yes...." Vanessa purred. "I want you to do that"

Vanessa crawled back up the bed like a lithe panther. Lying beside her young lover, she took Annette in her arms and kissed her again. Their mouths opened and their tongues ran together. Annette could taste the sweetness of her own nectar within her lover's mouth. For long minutes they kissed lazily, savoring each other.

Vanessa knew that the lust would grow into fire again when Annette began to eat her pussy. And Annette couldn't wait.

Annette kissed her ebony love one last time before starting her journey down towards Vanessa's chocolate valley.

"I love you...." Annette said as she paused on her downward journey. "I just want you to know that. I don't know how I can ever repay what you've given me."

"There's an easy way you can thank me." Vanessa replied.

Annette looked puzzled for a moment.

The older woman spread her legs wide and pointed to her open pussy and giggled.

Annette had to giggle too. She had almost forgotten.

"I will thank you in that special way," She assured Vanessa, " and I will make it very special for you"

"I'm sure you will."

Then Annette began to move down Vanessa's hard, dark body, kissing and licking her breasts, smelling the oily freshness of her skin. Following Vanessa's example she tongued out the little black navel. She moved her finger into Vanessa's other hole that was so sweet, so wet and so inviting.

The aroma of sex and the taste of fulfillment almost made her pass out with joy. Annette spread the dark lips apart and moved her tongue into the deep cavern. The warmth of her mouth filled its hollow.

She heard Vanessa moan and felt fingers running through her long hair. She was in heaven. No matter what came in the future, this would always be a moment she would look back upon with delight.

Two days later they'd had their final fight and she was gone from Annette's life.

"Can't live in the past." Annette thought as she dropped the scarf back into it's bag. "As much as I'd sometimes like to."

Without hesitation, she dropped the bag into the wastepaper basket near the dresser. A common friend had told her that Vanessa already had a new lover -- one who was much more open about her sexual identity. If nothing else, she missed the hot nights the two of them shared.

Stepping into the bathroom, Annette was about to start the water running for her shower and then paused. It was only seven-thirty, much too early to rush out the door. A bath would feel better than a shower. She had plenty of time, after all, Scarlett's didn't even open until nine.

Annette eased herself into the old fashion tub that was one of the things she loved about this old apartment. The heat of the water felt good as it penetrated her body. The tub was wide and long enough that she could stretch her whole body out.

After a few minutes of just soaking, Annette began to wash with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good as it splashed across Annette's breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across her large mounds, playing with her nipples. As always, it felt good.

Annette slid the bar of soap down between her legs and began rubbing the wet mound. Letting the yellow bar float free, she slipped a finger inside herself, uttering a soft moan as she did. A second finger followed, and then a third. Soon she was furiously pumping them in and out. While the warm water and her fingers caressed her love canal, her thumb played against her clit.

The 22 year old leaned and closed her eyes, letting herself drift in her thoughts. It wasn't long before Annette's body began to tremble with the approach of an orgasm. Her mouth formed a silent O as her legs and arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her naked form.

For long moments she just drifted there, even after her bodyquake had ceased. She just listened to the twin sounds of her heartbeat and the gentle flow of the water as it bounced off her. Those first moments after an orgasm were meant to be relished.

Eventually, the water began to cool and Annette lifted herself out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the old tub and onto the tiled floor. She retrieved a large bath towel from hook on the door and began to dry herself.

Enjoying the sensation of the soft cloth against her nipples. Annette stopped for a moment and took a long look at herself in the bathroom's full length mirror and took stock.

At 22, she was just entering her best years and she was determined not to waste them. Her breasts were a firm 36C, topped with bright pink nipples. Her stomach was flat and lean, the result of a constant attention to her diet and exercise. 5'7" and 130 lbs, her long dark hair reached just below her shoulders. She ran her hands down across her naked body, enjoying the touch of her own hand. As her fingers brushed against her tightly trimmed bush, she gently slipped a single finger within herself, enjoying the memory of only a few minutes before.

"Ooooo." she murmured to herself. "I do need to get laid."

After she finished drying herself off, The brunette open the sealed bag and dressed herself in the panties and bra. Admiring herself in the mirror, she smiled at the reflection.

"It was your loss, Vanessa." she laughed.

Annette took another ten minutes sorting through her closet, trying to find exactly the right look to go with her mood. Finally, after trying on three other outfits, she was satisfied with the look of the woman who smiled back at her in the full sized mirror.

The outfit was simple but it made a statement. Slightly faded but comfortable jeans and a wide black leather belt, both topped by a form fitting black T-shirt. The flimsy bra she wore was almost invisible underneath it. She wore only the slightest trace of make-up, preferring to go with the natural look. The only jewelry she added was a pair of small silver hoop earrings and a matching silver bracelet on her right hand. A pair of equally comfortable but ridiculously expensive sneakers covered her feet. Finally, the last item of her ensemble was a black leather jacket that had once belonged to her brother but had long since been outgrown.

"Well I don't know about anyone else." she laughingly said to her reflection. "But I'd sure as hell want to go to bed with you."

Her little joke was abruptly cut off in mid-laugh as the phone rang. She hesitated a moment, thinking she should let the machine pick it up. Then she remembered that the tape had broken and she was supposed to pick up a new one on the way home tonight. In the excitement of getting off early she had forgotten all about it.

"Hello." she said as she picked up the receiver.

"Hi sweetheart." replied a strong male voice.

"Dad..?" she answered, somewhat surprised to find his voice on the other end of the line. "Is anything wrong?" she quickly added.

"No honey, nothing's wrong." he said reassuringly. "Can't I call my favorite daughter just to say hi?"

"Of course you can." Annette replied as she thought that her older brother must've been out if Dad was calling her.

They had a few minutes of casual chatting, before her father came to the point of his call.

"Your mother's gone out with one of her girlfriends and I was wondering if you'd like to come on over and watch a little TV with your old Dad."

"Gee Dad, normally I'd love to." she said in her most dutiful tone. "But I was just on my way out and ..."

"A date...?" John Delany interrupted."

"Well not exactly." Annette said. "But I'm sure there will be a lot of interesting people there. You never know ..."

"Well in that case, let me let you go." he said, his voice a mixture of both hope and disappointment.

"Bye Dad, I'll call you over the weekend." she said before she hung up the phone.

"One of these days I'm really going to have to tell them." Annette thought as she looked down at the phone. "Yeah, one of these days..."

Scarlett's Rose was located up on the upper east side. Ironically enough, the cabaret was only five blocks away from the apartment building where Annette had grown up and her parents still lived. During the day, the nondescript front of the nightclub attracted little attention. It was only after dark that the doors opened and it resounded with the sounds of entertainment. By that time, all of the other businesses on the block were long closed.

Annette had been a frequent visitor over the last few months. Ironically enough, it had been Vanessa who had told her about the club. Actually, she had told her about the existence of the New York club after she had mentioned that back in California, where she had gone to college, she had found a really great place to meet people or just hang out -- it was also called Scarlett's Rose.

After a little investigation, they'd learned that there were over twenty other Scarlett's spread over the United States and Canada. She found that somewhat humorous, a franchise chain of lesbian social clubs. Still, they had been the best nightspots she'd ever been in.

A wide smile came to her lips as she remembered how she and her college roommate Karen had stumbled onto the club one night while they were looking for another club in the same area. The place seemed pretty popular so they gave up their search and decided to stop for a drink and check the place out. They had just ordered drinks when Karen finally noticed that there wasn't a guy in the place. Even the four bartenders were women.

Annette had noticed that fact immediately but didn't mention it. She was curious to see Karen's reaction. Curious and maybe a little hopeful that she might be a little receptive to the environment.

"Oh shit." Karen whispered to Annette as she leaned close to her ear. "This is a dyke bar. Look at all those lezzies on the dance floor."

A small look of disappointment had flashed across the brunette's face as she heard her friend use that derogatory term. She'd lost track of the number of times she'd come home and found the door locked because Karen was screwing the brains out of some jock or another. It was no secret that she was heavily into guys but until this moment, Annette had hoped that her childhood friend might be open to other avenues as well.

"So what." Annette replied in a neutral tone. "It might be kind of interesting to hang around and take a look. Isn't that what college is supposed to be all about, opening your mind to new experiences."

"Not this experience." Karen said quickly as she paid for her drink and then began to step away from the bar, leaving the drink untouched.

She got a few steps, then realized that Annette was still at the bar.

"You're not thinking of staying here, are you?" she asked.

"No, I guess not." Annette had said as she looked around at all the women standing at the bar. "But I'll definitely be back." she silently promised herself.

During the remainder of their senior year, Annette managed to visited the club at least two or three times a month. Needless to say, she never mentioned it to Karen.

If anything, the Scarlett's Rose in New York was even bigger and more opulent than the one Annette had visited while in school. They were both decorated in a turn of the century motif but the Manhattan club was almost twice the size. One common denominator, aside from the name was a large oil painting hanging in a place of honor.

The portrait was that of a young woman in her mid-twenties. She had long flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist which was the first thing you noticed. It framed a creamy white complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. She wore a gown that was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white as her face. On the bottom of the frame was a small, highly polished plaque that read -- Scarlett McMurphy - 1949.

On her first visit here, Annette had asked about the painting. One of the bartenders had told her that it was a portrait of the woman that had originated the string of clubs for women. Taking a longer look at her beautiful face, Annette regretted for a moment that she hadn't been born a half century earlier.

Ordering herself a drink, Annette sat at the bar and looked around. There were only a few dozen patrons, the club had only opened a half hour before. The dance floor and the second half of the club wouldn't even open for another hour. She didn't see anyone she knew, taking that as both a plus and a minus.

It was always hard meeting someone new. She always felt a little awkward during those first chats as they sort of danced around various subjects and felt each other out. Yet, there was always the chance of running into someone who really hadn't worked out. That had happened to Annette a few times as well. Octavia immediately came to mind.

She had met the 27 year old at the club's Halloween party last October. Annette had come as a female pirate, her unrestrained breasts practically falling out of the loose blouse she had worn. It had taken quite a lot of liquid courage and encouragements from Michelle to get her to go out like that. One look at Octavia had made her throw all caution to the wind.

She had long straight black hair that stretched down to her waist, with pale white skin that made it even more vibrant. Bright blue eyes and even brighter red lips completed the image. The tight fitting dress she wore, barely containing two mammoth globes, made her look like an erotic cross between Morticia Addams and Elvira. It was lust at first sight and they had met the dawn together. The attraction faded however when she met her for lunch a few days later and found that Octavia dressed like that all year round. All she ever wore was black. It was a little too strange for Annette.

Then there had been Anna, a married woman she had met one night. They'd had a brief encounter that only lasted a few hours in a nearby hotel. Annette remembered she had the most beautiful nipples and such caring brown eyes. Unfortunately she had been in New York only for a few days on a trip and she had never seen her again.

The image of Anna kneeing topless over her own naked form suddenly vanished from Annette's mind as her wandering gaze abruptly stopped at a young woman sitting at a small table across the room.

"Annette, this could be your lucky night." she said to herself as she picked up her drink and left the bar.

Carefully she navigated the room, which was already much more crowded than when she had first arrived. She tried to keep one eye on the woman's table, to make sure that she really was alone. In no time at all, she was standing beside it.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" she said, already moving into the empty seat before the other woman could answer.

"I guess not." she replied, slightly miffed at the fait accompli.

"Annette Delany." the brunette said with a smile.

" Antoinette Martinez." she replied without returning the smile.

Antoinette was a tall Puerto Rican woman in her middle 30's. About 5'9", she had a dark olive complexion and weighed about 150 lbs. Her frame carried the weight well, the type of woman you usually described as full-bodied. Short curly black hair topped a round pleasant face and thick bright red lips framed a warm smile when she wanted it too.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Annette asked.

"I'm still working on this one." the darker skinned woman replied as she lifted her nearly full glass to illustrate.

"Oh." Annette said discouraged as the meaning of her words became apparent. "I guess this was a mistake."

Antoinette finally smiled. An action that caused Annette heart to slightly flutter.

"Another night it might not have been." she said warmly. "I think you're pretty cute actually. But tonight I'm looking for someone ... a little older."

"Oh, I see." the younger woman said, a little disappointed.

"Actually, I was a little surprised when you came over." Antoinette continued. "I figured you were looking for the same thing. It is after all Wednesday night."

Now Annette looked confused. She had never been to Scarlett's on a weeknight. Did Wednesday have any special significance?

"I guess you weren't aware that on Wednesday nights, the crowd in here tends to be somewhat older than during the rest of the week. Just like on Mondays it's much more butch."

"Is there any other night I should know about?" Annette asked, feeling just a little bit embarrassed.

"Well, unless you get into a little bondage now and then, I'd avoid Thursdays if I was you." the older woman offered.

"Do you come here on Thursdays?" Annette found herself asking.

"I have, when the mood strikes." she grinned in reply.

"Well, this has definitely been very informative." Annette said as she got up to leave. "And I apologize for my error."

"No apology needed." Antoinette said, this time her smile was genuine. "Like I said, another night and it might be a little different. And by the way, my friends call me Toni."

"Well it was nice meeting you Toni." Annette smiled back as she stepped away.

Taking a last look at the Hispanic woman's 38 inch bust straining against the simple denim shirt she was wearing, Annette wondered what it might be like to stop by on a Thursday night and meet Toni again.

Taking a seat again at the bar, Annette again surveyed the women around her and this time noted that yes, they were an older crowd. Funny that she hadn't noticed that before. Not that she had anything against older woman. While not her first preference, she'd had a very brief fling with her history professor back in college and she had been in her mid-fifties. Like many other things during that time, it had been a very educational experience.

An hour went by and Annette had a few more drinks before switching to mineral water. She knew her limits on alcohol. She'd chatted with a few more woman but failed to make a connection with any of them. She was just about resigned to calling the night a failure and call for a cab when she heard a voice call her name.

"Annette, darling." the high pitched voice practically screamed, even though it's owner was only a few feet away. "How wonderful to run into you."

"Oh shit." Annette muttered under her breath. "This is got to be the perfect end to a really fucked up evening.

Even so, she put on her best face as she turned around to face the woman who had called her name. She was taller than Annette, with longer jet black hair that ran just below her shoulders. About ten years older, she was wearing a light yellow jacket and black slacks. Visible beneath the jacket was a black lace bra in lieu of a blouse. It was very similar to the one Annette herself was wearing, the only difference being that it was several sizes smaller.

"Hello Francine." Annette said, wishing she had left ten minutes ago.

Annette hid her discomfort as Francine made kissing noises against each of her cheeks. Mentally she quickly rehearsed her next lines, that she was happy to see her but that she had caught her on the way out. Tomorrow was a work day after all and she had to get in early for a meeting.

Francine never gave her a chance as she immediately began chatting away at a mile a minute. All in that nasal tone that Annette found so irritating. Well it was something she'd brought upon herself, Annette told herself. She'd just have to bear it for a little while.

Francine was a former hairdresser from Queens who now worked as some sort of Nanny for some theater big shot. Annette didn't remember too much of the story she'd told her because the younger woman was oh so very drunk at the time. It was the weekend after she and Vanessa broke up. Michelle was out of town and she had come up to Scarlett's in search of some companionship.

A long time ago, long before she came to grips with her sexuality, a friend of hers had told her a few rather crude lesbian jokes. One of them had stuck in her mind and ever since that night with Francine had become a watch-phrase she never forgot. That joke had been a question - what was the lesbian mating call? The answer had been -- "I'm so drunk!".

Of course that would apply to anyone, straight or gay, but there was no other explanation she could offer as to how she woke up in Francine's bed the next morning. Personality wise they were poles apart. If had been her fault, not Francine's. As such, she couldn't bring herself to just brush off her obvious attempts at a second encounter. She could only hope she would tire of trying.

Behind The Curtain

Part Three

by Ann Douglas

Looking over Francine's shoulder, Annette spotted Toni sitting at a table with an older redhead. She couldn't see the woman's face clearly but she looked to be in her mid forties. Also from what she could see of her outline to see that she was even more endowed that the Hispanic woman.

"At least one of us is scoring tonight." she mused as she agreed with some nonsense that Francine had just said.

Her supposition of her new friends success was in error as a few moments later she saw her get up and leave the table. Curious, she watched the woman she'd left behind as she finished her drink. Finally, she got up to leave and turned that for the first time, Annette could see her face. When she did, she almost dropped her own drink in shock.

"Omigod!" she blurted out, cutting off Francine in mid-word.

"What...?" a startled Francine said.

"I have to go." Annette said as she dropped the half filled glass on the bar, her words rapid in their delivery. "Give me a call and we'll get together.'' she muttered to Francine.

Before the yellow and black clad woman could say that she didn't have Annette's number, the brunette was already lost in the crowd, making her way to the door in pursuit of the woman who had just exited.

Annette burst out onto the street at a full run. Unfortunately, the object of her chase hadn't gone far. In fact, she had only gone a few feet outside the door when she had stopped to get something out of her purse. As a result, the collision was inevitable.

"I'm so sorry." Annette said almost automatically as she lifted herself off the hard concrete ground. "I guess I should've been more careful and look ..."

Annette stopped in mid-breath when she saw that the woman she had so spectacularly crashed into had been the object of her chase. At a distance of only a few feet, the face she had thought she recognized from across the crowded room was unmistakable. A lump filled her throat as she managed to barely speak.

"Mrs. ....Mrs. Robinson." she finally managed to finally say.

"Oh my." Mrs. Robinson said, much more composed than Annette had been. "Annette dear, how nice to see you again. Although I'm sure each of us is a little surprised to see the other here."

"Surprised." Annette mentally repeated. "Surprised doesn't even begin to cover it."

If she had to pick the last five people she would've ever expected to run into at a lesbian bar, Sharon Robinson would have been the second or third name on the list. Her mother would've occupied the first position of course.

In no particular order, Sharon Robinson was the mother of her oldest friend, her own mother's best friend, and the woman who was more of an Aunt to her growing up than any of her mother or father's sisters.

"I guess we should have a little talk." Sharon said as she picked up the purse she had dropped when Annette ran into her. "There's a rather nice coffee shop about two blocks from here. I'm sure it will be much quieter and private."

Still unable to form coherent sentences, Annette merely nodded her agreement. By the time they were sitting in an isolated booth in the back of the coffee shop five minutes later, she had again found her voice.

"I'll just have coffee, black." Sharon said to the pretty blond-haired waitress who had walked back to get their order.

"Tea, milk and sugar." Annette said a moment later.

Sharon waited a few moments until the waitress was out of earshot and then broke the silence they had shared since their collision in front of the club.

"I'm sure you must have a hundred questions." she began. "But let me talk for a few minutes and I'm sure that I can answer most of them without much trouble."

Annette's silence signaled her assent.

"I guess the big question would be ... am I a lesbian?" the redhead said. "The simple answer is ... yes I am. I have been all of my life."

That single admission sent Annette into a tailspin. Mrs. Robinson had been both a wife and the mother of two. True the 44 year old had been a widow for almost fifteen years but to hear her say that she'd been a lesbian for even longer than that was still a shock.

"Seeing that you were also in the club, I take it that you are at the very least either bi-curious or something more." she continued.

The expression on Annette's face told her that the latter was the case. In a calm tone she asked Annette a direct question.

"Lesbian?"

Annette nodded assent. Even that took a great deal of effort.

"I thought that might be the case listening to your mother talk about your lack of prospective suitors." Sharon said. "You're much too pretty a girl not to have guys trailing after you."

Mrs. Robinson's mention of her mother brought another even scarier question into Annette's mind. She was afraid to even ask it because it might bring an answer she couldn't handle. It took all of her courage to finally put it into words.

"I talked to Dad earlier and he said Mom had gone out with one of her girlfriends and I was ...."

"And you were wondering if I was the girlfriend she had gone out with?" Sharon finished the question.

The answer had to wait a few very long moments as the waitress reappeared at their table with their order.

"You can put that idea out of your head." she answered as soon as the girl was gone. "I don't know who your mother went out with, but it wasn't me. I love your mother dearly, but we're just friends and that's all we've ever been. She doesn't know about this aspect of my life and frankly, it's none of her business."

Annette exhaled a deep breath or relief and then took a sip of her tea.

"In the same vein, I guess I should ask about you and Karen. You were after all roommates in college and such." Mrs. Robinson said.

"It's the same situation." Annette said, "Karen is most definitely straight."

Annette thought it diplomatic not to mention that her daughter was so straight that she had screwed her way through half the male population of their dorm. That wasn't something any mother wanted to hear, regardless of the situation."

"I didn't think so." Sharon said. "Not that it would've bothered me if the two of you had. It just would've surprised me, that's all. I've always suspected that Karen was somewhat homophobic."

Annette could've confirmed that suspicion but chose not to. Instead she was more interested in hearing the rest of Sharon's story.

"Where was I, oh yes." Sharon went on. "Like I said, I've been interested in other women all of my life. I had my first experience when I was 16. So I guess the question now on your mind is how did I wind up married to Jack Robinson?"

The look of curiosity on Annette's face said that was the question on her mind.

"Well at 18, I was still unsure of the direction my life was going to take. It was 1970 and despite all those stories you might have heard about the swinging sixties, a lesbian lifestyle wasn't very socially acceptable. At least not in my household. I was unable ... unwilling ... to make the choices that I would've had to make to follow that road. To make my parents happy, I tried to live a heterosexual lifestyle. I met Jack on my first job out of high school and two months after that I was pregnant. My knowledge of birth control left a lot to be desired."

The image of Karen's older brother Mike flashed through Annette's mind. He was the baby, Sharon was referring to.

"The idea of being an unwed mother didn't appeal to me either so Jack and I were married a month later. Seven months after Mike was born, I was pregnant again, this time with Karen. Jack was nothing if not persistent."

The younger woman gently nodded her head. She could see herself in Sharon's place.

By the third year of our marriage, long suppressed desires could no longer be denied and I had my first affair. It lasted six months until Jack came home unexpectedly from work. In hindsight, I guess it was pretty stupid having my lover over to my own home for a romp in the hay. But with two toddlers, I didn't have that many options."

"Yet you stayed married?" Annette asked.

"That came as a surprise to me as well." Sharon replied. "Jack never said a word about it. He simply moved into the guest bedroom and never touched me again. Later, when he became ill, we made our peace with each other. I really cried when he died."

Annette didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Sharon didn't expect her to say anything.

"Can I get the two of you anything else?" the waitress asked as she stepped back alongside the table.

"No thank you, ... Molly." Sharon said as she read the girl's name off a small plastic tag on her blouse and gave her a warm smile. "Just the check please."

Returning Sharon's smile, Molly ripped a small green check from her pad and carefully placed it on the table in front of Sharon. No sooner had she done so when the older woman dropped three singles on top of it.

"You keep the rest." she said as she did so.

"Thank you very much." Molly beamed as she picked it all up. The tip was actually more than the cost of the two coffees.

Annette couldn't help but notice that Sharon's eyes followed the sway of the young blonde's ass as she walked back up the aisle. It was very apparent to someone that was used to doing the same thing.

"When I was young and unmarried," Sharon said as they got up to leave. "I worked in a place a lot like this. Then, as now, the pay really sucked. The only good thing I can say about the job was that Jack worked around the corner from the diner and used to come in almost every day for lunch. That was how we met."

Once outside, Annette felt a little awkward again. She wanted to talk to Sharon some more, ask more questions but also didn't want to intrude into her personal life. Thankfully, Sharon asked her to walk her home.

"That's if you weren't planning to go back to the club of course." the older woman added.

"No, I wasn't planning on going back there tonight." Annette replied automatically. "Maybe tomorrow night." she added, again without thinking.

"Bondage night?" Sharon asked inquisitively, her eyes opening wide in curiosity.

"Oh is that what tomorrow night is?" Annette asked, knowing that her ignorance was a lie. "A woman I met there tonight mentioned that I might find Thursday nights interesting, that's all."

"I see." Sharon replied. "Well, I guess that some women do find that sort of thing interesting, or so I've been told as well."

Sharon's answer made Annette wonder if her friend's mother was a frequent visitor on Thursday night as well.

"Well we're here already." Sharon said as they reached the apartment house where Annette's parents and Sharon both lived.

"So we are." Annette agreed, a little disappointed that it had been only three blocks away.

"It's still early." Sharon said. "Would you like to come up for a drink."

Annette thought about it for a moment. The chance that she would run into her parents was rather slim. They lived on the fourth floor and Sharon the twelfth. The only way their paths could cross would be in the lobby and that was a remote possibility. And if by some random chance, she did run into them, she could always say she had decided to come by and surprise them and had happened to run into Sharon outside. She was sure that if that unlikely eventuality occurred, the redhead would understand.

Even so, Annette waited nervously for the elevator and breathed a sign of relief as they stepped inside. Thankfully, they were the only occupants. That relief faded as the car stopped on the fourth floor and a young couple stepped in. The woman, Annette immediately recognized as being one of her parent's neighbors. Her name was Adrianne.

"Oh shit," Annette thought. "What if she turns around and sees me? What if she mentions to Mom that she saw me here?"

By the time the elevator opened on the tenth floor, she realized that she needn't have worried. All the while, Adrianne's eyes never left those of her male companion. His name, Sharon later mentioned, was Edmond and he lived in 10C. He and Adrianne had recently begun seeing each other and were head over heels for each other. Since Adrianne still lived with her parents, they probably couldn't wait to get up to the privacy of his apartment.

Moments later, the two women themselves exited onto twelve and quickly headed to 12B. Still a little nervous, Annette glanced right and left down the long hallway as Sharon undid the locks.

"There, safe and sound." Sharon laughed as they stepped inside and she closed the door. "And away from prying eyes." she added in a even more humorous tone.

Annette felt a little silly about the whole thing now that they were inside. After all, they weren't doing anything wrong. It wasn't like they were walking around the building naked -- it only had felt that way.

"I'm going to make myself a little more comfortable." Sharon said as she dropped her light jacket onto a chair. "You know where the bar is, why don't you make us those drinks."

Without waiting for a response, she disappeared into the bedroom.

Of course Annette knew where the bar was. She'd spent almost as much time growing up in this apartment as her own. And once they were in their teens, she and Karen had snuck drinks from both their parent's liquor cabinets.

Finishing the drinks, Annette picked up a large photo of Karen that was sitting on top of the television. Next to it had been an equally sized one of her brother, Mike. In many ways, Karen was a younger version of her mother. The resemblance was unmistakable. Funny that she had never really noticed it before. In fact, when she compared Karen's photo with the wedding picture on the bookcase, they looked like they could be sisters. They were both the same age in each picture, and both had a similar build. That was one of the thinks Karen used to joke about, that her mother's one really great gift to her had been a big bust.

"Okay, I'm ready for that drink now." Sharon said as she exited the bedroom. "I really think they water them down at the club, figuring that no one will ever notice."

Annette almost dropped the drinks as she turned around and look at Sharon. She expected her to come out in a house dress or at the very least, a robe and slippers. Instead, the attractive redhead was wearing a loose fitting light green teddy that did little to conceal the mammoth mounds beneath it. The dark circles around her nipples were very visible through the light material.

"I hope you aren't shocked." she said as she took her drink. "But I think it's rather silly to put on another change of street clothes when I'm not going to go back out."

"No, not at all." Annette lied. "A lot of times I just watch TV at night in my nightgown when it gets late."

"Oh, I don't wear this to bed." Sharon mentioned casually as she led Annette to the coach. "I normally sleep in the buff."

With that, Annette took a rather large swallow of her nightcap.

Alone with their privacy, Sharon asked a dozen questions about Annette and her life. In turn, Annette asked even more about Sharon's. In many ways, she thought she was looking at herself in twenty years time. As the two of them went on, the questions were becoming both much more intimate and detailed.

"Have you ever had any fantasies about me?" Sharon asked the younger woman in response to an admission that she'd had more than a few fantasies involving her daughter Karen.

"Well, I can't honestly say I've really thought about it before." Annette said. "I guess that before, I always had an image of you that didn't permit picturing you in any other context."

"And now? ..." Sharon asked with a curious smile.

Annette hesitated a few long moments, thinking real hard about her answer. A lot of her long held perceptions had suddenly turned around a hundred and eighty degrees. She knew that relationships that existed between adults and children changed when those children became adults in their own right -- but never would she have imaged this situation.

"Mrs. Robinson..." Annette said quietly. "I think you're trying to seduce me."

Sharon laughed at hearing that. It was right out of an old movie she had once seen. And like the woman in that movie, she didn't seem upset by the accusation.

"... And would that be such a bad thing?" she finally replied after a few moments of silence.

Annette hesitated even longer before replying this time. Was this wrong she asked herself. The woman sitting oh so very close to her, producing such a strange reaction in her own body had been like a second mother to her.

Then again, a second mother didn't really count. The rules that existed when you were 16 really didn't apply when you where 22.

"No, I guess that it wouldn't be." she finally replied, her face lighting up in the broadest of smiles.

Sharon reached over and took Annette's drink from her hand and put in down on the coffee table next to her own. Then she leaned over and kissed the younger woman on her lips. It was a kiss unlike the hundreds they'd shared over the years.

After a few very long seconds, Sharon broke the kiss and moved her head back a little. She'd been pretty sure of what Annette's reaction would be but there was always the chance she could've been wrong. It was funny in a way, because they were both substitutes in a way for women they could never have. Sharon, in place of her daughter whom Annette had lusted after since her 16th birthday, and Annette, taking the place of her own mother who had fueled Sharon's sapphic dreams twice as long.

"That was nice." Annette said.

"Yes it was." Sharon agreed. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?"

In response, Annette leaned forward and initiated her own kiss. This time the kiss was longer and even more pleasant.

The two woman traded kisses for a few minutes, their tongues making the briefest of contacts. Sharon felt the soft touch of the material of her teddy as Annette's hand brushed against her thinly covered breast. Her hand closed on the older woman's large globe, tickling the hard erect nipple as it did.

"That feels even nicer." Annette purred between kisses.

"It gets better." was the whispered reply.

Sharon pulled the edges of Annette's black T-shirt out from her jeans. Then taking an even tighter hold on the material, she pulled it up and over her head. A smile filled the older woman's face as she looked down and saw the small perfectly rounded globes beneath, wrapped in their fine black lace.

Easing the smaller girl back on to the soft cushions, Sharon reached up with her large hands and cradled each of her mounds. Moving in a counter-clockwise motion, she began to massage them, playing with the small nipples with her outstretched thumbs.

Pleased with Annette's reaction, Sharon leaned over and kissed each cloth covered nipple. Continuing to play with her left breast, the super ran her tongue across the exposed flesh of the right, leaving a thin trail of wetness.

Never missing a stroke, Sharon undid the small clasp that held the fragile bra together, causing the thin strips to fall by the wayside. Her mouth now sought out the rest of her guest's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue now covering the entire surface them with wetness. Annette shivered at the touch of Sharon's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Annette's small nubs. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness. Then her lips closed on them and every bite and nibble sent waves through Annette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans which brought great joy to Sharon, spurring her on.

The redhead nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her tongue in circles around the areola. Then she began a slow journey downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of her tongue as it slowly moved down Annette's stomach and across her belly button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious prize below. Finally she reached the thick leather belt and jeans that barred her from her prize.

"Let's get this off." Sharon said as she undid the belt.

Belt, pants and boots soon covered the carpeted floor, leaving Annette clad only in her black lace panties. They didn't last long as Sharon's fingers griped the elastic of Annette's panties and pulled them down to and off her ankles.

Sharon reached down between Annette's legs and traced the outline of her dark mound with her finger. Then it moved to the center and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowly slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Annette's lips as Sharon slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second.

Sharon kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Annette's ecstasy.

"Oh yes....Annette said as she reached down and guided Sharon's head. "It feels so good...."

The smell of Annette's crotch made Sharon lightheaded. It was like perfume to her. She reached out and parted the wet lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, a taste she never grow tired of.

"Oh God, Sharon," Annette said as her body jumped at the touch. " It feels so wonderful."

Encouraged, Sharon moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Annette's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving Annette wilder with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Annette reached down and held the redhead between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of her lover's tongue.

Unable to use her hands any longer, Sharon reached behind and grabbed Annette's ass cheeks. Taking a firm grip against the soft flesh of her buttocks, Sharon pulled Annette's lower body harder against her face. This caused her tongue to be pressed just a little deeper into her lover.

Annette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax. Sharon could taste the increase in sweet nectar that was now beginning to flow in a steady stream around her tongue. She opened her mouth wider in eager anticipation.

The older woman was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey, so much that her lower face was soon covered with it. She held Annette tight as she screamed out loud and thrashed about it ecstasy. She hadn't had a sexual release this good since Vanessa had left her.

Sharon continued to lick Annette's pussy, stopping only when the smaller girl finally laid still. She lay there between her legs, softly lapping at the delicious residue that had trickled down her thighs.

"Now its your turn." Sharon said as she looked up from between Annette's legs.

That was all the younger woman needed to hear. She reached out and pulled the flimsy garment off Sharon, exposing her large plentiful mounds. No sooner were they exposed to the open air when her mouth was on them. With a savage hunger, she took Sharon's equally large nipples between her teeth and lips. The thought that these were the same breasts that Karen had once suckled at brought a sinful thrill to her. One which caused her inferno to blaze even hotter.

Even as her mouth feasted on Sharon's bountiful charms, Annette slid her hand between Sharon's legs. Sharon wore no panties and her fingers pressed against the bushy mouth.

Now it was Sharon's turn to moan as she felt the touch of a new lover's hand.

"Oh yes..." Sharon said softly as she leaned back against the couch and enjoyed Annette's dual ministrations.

The constant friction of Annette's hand against her clit sent ripples of delight radiating out from Sharon's pussy. Coupled with the delightful mixture of bites and gentle kisses on her breasts, it was enough to quickly bring her to the edge of ecstasy.

Annette might not have had Sharon's years of experience but she had learned a great deal in a very short time.

As the volume of the moans in Annette's ears grew in intensity, so did the frequency of her penetrations. A small series of mini-quakes began to rock the older woman's body.

Suddenly, Sharon's body stiffened as the cascading waves of bliss broke on the shoals of her sexuality. Her pulse raced and her breaths became shallow. A fine film of sweat covered her body.

"Oh God!" she panted as she collapsed exhausted. "I can't believe how long its been since I felt so good."

Both woman laughed and held each other close. They shared a kiss they both found intoxicating as they tasted their own juices in each others mouth. They continued to share soft kisses, licking droplets of honeydew from around their lips.

"That was really fun." Annette said laughingly.

"Care for a little more fun?" Sharon asked, a mischievous expression on her face.

"What kind of fun?" Annette asked.

"Have you ever played with toys?" Sharon asked.

"What kind of toys?" Annette asked, remembering the earlier mention of the Thursday nights at the Scarlett's Rose.

"Toy's like this." Sharon explained as she pulled open one of then end tables and pulled out a rather large rubber dildo.

"Oh my." Annette gasped, her hand covering her mouth.

"I guess not then." Sharon said as she began to put the strap-on back into the draw.

"Wait, please." Annette said. "I was just a little surprised, that's all. It's not exactly the kind of thing you expect someone to have in their living room.

"Well, normally I'd keep it in the table by my bed." the older woman said. "But I was expecting company tonight and I kind of like doing it out here."

"It does have a certain excitement." Annette agreed, remembering that she liked to play around outside of the bedroom as well.

"So are you game?" she asked again.

Annette thought about it for a few more moments. She'd played with vibrators and dildo's before, but had only been really penetrated by another person during her three attempts at male/female sex. Of those, only the time with Danny had been somewhat enjoyable.

"What the hell." Annette said. "Might be fun at that."

Behind The Curtain

Part Four

by Ann Douglas

Sharon wasted no time in adjusting the strap on the strap-on she had shown Annette earlier. Hanging down between her legs, it looked even larger than before. Strapped tight, a small nub at the base of the rubber cock extended into her own pussy, rubbing against her clit.

"Now the real fun begins." Sharon smiled.

A sudden feeling of apprehension filled Annette at the thought of being penetrating by that monster. It was bigger than any of the few men she had known. She opened her mouth to say something but something held her back. Annette remained mute as Sharon reached out and pulled her up off the couch.

"Over the edge!" She ordered in an authoritative tone as she bent Annette over the arm of the couch.

From a small tube in her hand, Sharon smeared a large amount of clear lubricant over the cockhead of her dildo. Then she pushed her slippery fingers down between Annette's legs and up into her already lubricated pussy. She pushed all five fingers in, stretching the opening.

"Oooo" moaned Annette as she felt the initial intrusion.

Sharon pressed her naked body up against the back of Annette's own. She lifted her hanging cock and positioned the head against the now saturated tunnel.

"Spread those beautiful legs, honey." Sharon whispered into Annette's ear as she nibbled at it. "Cause you're going to love this." she added with a kiss.

With that she began rubbing the round tip of her cock up and down the length of Annette's pussy before taking a firm grip and pushing it within her.

"Aaaaa!" Annette yelled as she felt herself being penetrated .

"Relax." Sharon said as she eased the dildo out a little, before pushing it back in twice the depth of her first attempt.

Sharon reach around and rubbed her fingers against Annette's clit. Doggy style was her favorite position, it gave her such a feeling of superiority. Her frantic motions against the small nub at the top of Annette's cunt helped distract her from the pain as Sharon began to thrust deeper within her with an ever increased frequency.

Gradually, the pain lessened and gave way to an increasing pleasure. Even through the artificial cock, Sharon could feel the walls of Annette's cunt grabbing hold of her as she thrusted inside her one more time.

"You love this, don't you?" Sharon asked between thrusts as she grabbed both of the taller woman's hips and pulled her ass hard against her.

"Oh yes," Annette panted as she began to match Sharon's rhythm and draw the dildo deeper inside her.

Sharon slid her hands up and down Annette's body as she continued to fuck her with ever increasing ferocity. Her fingers closed tight against her breasts as she used them to pull Annette against her time after time. .

Sharon pushed Annette's head and shoulders down across the arm of the couch, giving her greater access to the depths of her pussy. The constant rubbing against her own love button was sending her into pre-orgasmic fits as well. Hot sweat covered each of their bodies as both shook with the energy and passion of unrestricted sex.

Words between them were no longer possible, the best they could manage were animalistic grunts. Yet even those were being constantly interrupted by frantic gasps for breath.

Totally lost in the fury of her passion, Sharon grabbed Annette's dark hair and pulled her head back. With a fierce fire in her dark eyes, Sharon pressed her lips hard against the helpless girl beneath her. The taste of their tongues as they intertwined was enough to push her to within an inch of the abyss.

"Deeper." Annette gasped as Sharon's tongue slid out of her mouth.

Try as she could, it would've been physically impossible for Sharon to get any more inside Annette. At least in the position they were in.

"On the floor!" Sharon commanded as she pulled the dildo all the way out. "On your back!"

Not even giving Annette time to comply, the older woman pushed her onto her back. She followed her a moment later and rammed the large rubber cock between her outstretched legs.

Annette screamed in ecstasy as Sharon drove the dildo it's full length within her. Sharon's massive mounds pressed hard against Annette's smaller globes, causing an electric tingling as their nipples touched.

Burying her temporary manhood deep inside her new lover, Sharon's body quaked in anticipation of the explosion she knew was imminent. Beneath her, Annette was lost in a similar state.

Continuing to pump away with all of her strength, Sharon was taken by surprise when Annette reached up with her legs and wrapped them around her buttocks, allowing her to penetrate to an even greater depth. Her arms also wrapped around her, binding them together in an unbreakable lock.

"Fuck me!" Annette screamed at the top of her lungs. A cry so loud that for a moment Sharon wondered it she could be heard out on the street.

One final thrust was enough to unleash the explosion that had been building within the two of them. Both bodies jerked violently as they were consumed by the bodyquake that ripped through each of them.

Annette drove her nails deep into Sharon's back as an orgasmic paralysis gripped her. Sharon continued to plummel the captive pussy that was pressed so tightly against her own. Until she too was gripped by that same loss of control.

Their journey through the endless ether of sexual bliss was both instantaneous and timeless. Fireworks filled the sky and rivers of joy caressed their quivering forms. Soft, quiet moans filled the air as hearts raced uncontrolled.

As has been written many times, all good things must end and eventually the fire that had claimed both women cooled and their sweat drenched bodies began to collapse.

Sharon was simply too exhausted to even pull her strap on from within Annette. Instead she simply stoked her now cool skin and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. The fires of aggression had cooled within her, and now all she wanted to do was rest.

The morning sun filtering in from the windows found the two of them still intertwined. Sharon had awakened first but had been reluctant to wake her guest. Instead she had just laid there and enjoyed the warmth of her body pressed tightly against her own.

"Good morning, lover." she said when she noticed Annette's eyes open. She added a kiss on the cheek.

"Morning." Annette said as she pulled herself away and climbed to her feet.

"Why don't you grab a shower while I make us some breakfast." Sharon suggested as she lifted herself off. "I don't have to be at work until eleven."

"Sounds like a great idea." Annette replied as she gathered up her clothes.

"You might want to call your roommate and let her know you're all right." Sharon added, sounding once more like the mother she was.

"That's okay." Annette said. "She'll just figure I got lucky. And she wouldn't be wrong." she smiled.

Even before Annette felt the first splash of hot water against her soft skin, she knew for a certainty that last night's performance was not to be repeated. It hadn't really been planned after all. In fact it had been nothing more than the caprices of fate that it had happened. Still she was glad it had.

If nothing else, aside from a night of enjoyment, her look behind the curtain of Sharon's life had given her a great deal to think about. A great deal indeed.

Monday morning found Annette sitting at her desk bright and early. She'd quickly gone through any work that had piled up in her absence, there hadn't been that much. Every few minutes she would look down the aisle at an empty desk. It was a quarter after nine before the occupant of that desk finally showed up.

"You left a note on my desk that you wanted to see me as soon as I got it." Yvonne said with a look of concern as she walked up to Annette's desk. "Is anything wrong?"

"No, not at all." Annette smiled back. "I just wanted to ask you to lunch before you made any other plans."

"Sure," the tall woman replied. "One O'clock okay?"

"That would be great." Annette said.

As Yvonne walked back down the long aisle to her desk, Annette again appreciated the sway of her hips. Thankfully, her friend hadn't noticed that Danny's pictures were no longer on her desk. By this afternoon there would no longer be any need for them.

END

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Priorities ....

A hundred years from now....

It won't matter how much money I had....

What kind of house I lived in ....

Or what kind of car I drove...

What will matter is that the world might be a better place...

Because I was important in the life of a child.

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