Class of '92
by Ann Douglas
Rachel Spenser was enjoying herself at the 10th reunion of the Class of '92. When she had first received the invitation to the celebration a few weeks back, the twenty-eight year old had tossed it aside with a mental note to send back the small "Will not be attending" card when she got a chance. Now she was glad it had gotten lost among the bills.
It had been a good number of years since Rachel had left East Monroe to go to school out in California. In that time, she had only been back to visit her hometown a handful of times. With her mother's funeral four years before, even those rare trips had stopped.
One of the reasons the tiny town she had spent her early life in occupied such a small place in her memory was the fact that few people in East Monroe ever made enough of an impression on her to be worth remembering. Or at least that was the way it had seemed to her at the time.
A feature reporter for the San Francisco Post for the last five years, Rachel had been trying to land a cover story in the weekend newsmagazine for the last nine months. Opportunity seemed to land in her lap when her Editor announced that he wanted to do a cover story on high school reunions. Never one to let a chance for advancement go by, Rachel had jumped on it, saying that she thought it was a great idea and then, remembering the invite sitting in the drawer at home, casually mentioning that she was already going to her own reunion in two weeks.
Her move had worked and instead of handing off the assignment to Wendy Thomas, as he had been planning to do, the Editor decided to give Rachel a shot at the cover instead. A switch that the younger reporter had been none too happy with. She saw Rachel as someone who'd passed her peak already and should just get out of the way of those younger and more capable.
Rachel had smiled at her younger competition when Wendy offered what the older woman was sure were false congratulations. Behind the twenty-four year old's smile, Rachel was certain, was the hope that the older woman would fall flat on her face with the assignment. Maybe even hard enough to see her tossed from the paper.
As she headed back to her own desk. Rachel considered the idea that might very well be a real possibility. It had been long years since she had talked to any of her own schoolmates and even then she had hardly been on the best of terms with many. What if she couldn't come up with a winning story about any of them?
To her great surprise, people who she had hardly paid any attention to back in school were overjoyed to welcome her back. From their perspective, she was one of the big success stories of the Class of '92. After all, she had moved away from the small town and now lived in San Francisco, working for one of the major newspapers. Compared to most of their lives, that was the big time indeed.
It was also interesting to see how some people had changed physically over the years. Rachel worked hard to keep herself in pretty much the same shape she'd been in during high school and college, but it quickly became obvious that not everyone had.
Jenny Wilson seemed the most extreme example. A cheerleader back in the day, she had become the stereotype of the bon-bon eating housewife, adding a hundred pounds to her frame. Almost the reverse was true for Michelle Berkey. Nicknamed Moose by some of the less kind high school boys, she had shed half her weight in the years since graduation.
Rachel had interviewed both of them and each seemed equally overjoyed to have, if not the proverbial fifteen minutes of fame, then their names in print. During the brief chats with the two of them and others, Rachel found herself answering almost as many questions as she asked.
What was life like in San Francisco? Did she like being a reporter? What famous people had she met? Did she have a lot of boyfriends?
It was only the last question that Rachel tired of answering. Her standard reply was that her career left little time for an active social life. The reaction of those she gave it to all seemed to be pretty much the same. It was too bad than she hadn't been able to find a man that could support her career plans as well. Then again, as a few pointed out, weren't a lot of the men in San Francisco the sort that didn't like women?
"Oh that is such a shame," Doris Lynch added as she expressed that very sentiment once more as she asked Rachel about her life on the West Coast.
Among the people she had interviewed so far, Rachel remembered Doris quite well. One of those girls who had to know everyone else's business, and then couldn't wait to share it with anyone else. Giving her set reply to the question, Rachel wondered how the gossip would react if she answered more honestly: pointing out that the large percentage of Gay men in San Francisco really didn't bother her because truth be told, she had never been the kind of woman who liked men either.
"She'd probably race for the microphone up on the stage so she could announce it over the public address system," Rachel thought, thinking that was the sort of hot gossip that Doris would be unable to keep secret for a minute.
That fact that she was a lesbian was something that Rachel normally never gave a second thought to back home. It was something she had come to realize back in high school, even though she hadn't done anything about it until college. It was simply who she was.
In the years since, she'd had three serious relationships, the last of which had ended a year before. She'd had a few dates since but nothing that seemed to be going anywhere.
"I wonder if Doris is available?" Rachel laughed silently to herself as she poured herself a glass of punch and remembered what her former classmate had looked like in the showers after gym. From the way she filled out the dress she'd been wearing during their interview, she still looked pretty much the same.
With the material already filling half her notepad, Rachel was now confident she would be able to write the kind of article her Editor was looking for. Now she could relax and enjoy the rest of the evening.
Ten minutes later, Rachel had completed yet another interview that would add to her story. In her mind she could already see the completed product and it was going to be exactly the kind of uplifting story that the Post liked to run in its Sunday Magazine. If she was really lucky, the story might be picked up and run in syndication as many of the cover stories were.
Being from a small town, Rachel found it funny how many city people liked to read about their small town counterparts. Still, if it was going to advance her career, well that was fine with her.
"God, can you believe she had the nerve to show up here?" said a woman's voice from behind where Rachel was standing.
The comment had been spoken in a low voice to another woman standing next to the speaker, but had carried just far enough for the reporter to hear. Curious as to who had elicited such a reaction, Rachel moved so she could see whom it was the two women were talking about. To her surprise, not only was it someone she recognized, but it was also one of the few people in her class that she had considered a friend.
"Kelly O'Neil," Rachel said to herself as she recognized the blond haired woman in the blue dress, but then corrected herself that it had been Kelly Ryan for a number of years now. "Why in the world would anyone in this town have a bad word to say about her?"
Back in high school, Kelly O'Neil had been the proverbial most popular girl in school. Captain of the Cheerleader squad, Vice President of the Student Council, as well as valedictorian of the graduating class. She had been looked on as the girl who was going to do it all. Kelly had also been an assistant editor on the school paper, which was where Rachel knew her from, having been the editor herself.
From what Rachel had heard, Kelly had indeed fulfilled everyone's expectations, which included marrying Tom Ryan, the Captain of the football team. The last time Rachel had been home, Kelly had just been elected the youngest member of the town council. What could've happened since?
Timidity had never been one of Rachel's traits so she walked right past the two women who had been talking about Kelly and said hello to her old friend.
"Oh my God!" Kelly exclaimed in surprise, "I don't believe it. Rachel Spenser, what brings you back to this one-horse town?"
Rachel paused a breath before answering, taking the opportunity to look at her old friend. Kelly had always been one of the hottest girls in school, and she had certainly improved with age. Some women were like that, really reaching their peak as they got older.
Rachel quickly explained about her story and how she had come to the reunion for it. She added that she had been surprised at how nice everyone had been to her, seeing as how she was really not part of the in-crowd back in their school days.
"It's good to see you though," Rachel said, remembering that Kelly had been the only friend from school who had attended her mother's funeral.
"Well just don't say that too loud around some of these people," Kelly said with a strong touch of animosity in her voice. "Because they might have a real sudden change of heart about you. Guilt by association, that sort of thing."
"And what exactly are you guilty of?" Rachel asked.
Kelly took what seemed like a long time before answering. Her reply, when it came, was somewhat cryptic.
"Being different I guess," she said.
"I don't understand," Rachel replied.
"Look, my coming to this glorified sock hop was a mistake and I was just about to leave," Kelly said. "I really need a drink of something a little stronger than what they poured into the punch bowl. Why not come with me and have a drink. I'll tell you all about my scandalous behavior."
The party had already begun to wind down and, to put it mildly, Rachel was really intrigued by the mystery. She agreed and as per Kelly's request, gave her a five-minute head start and then, after saying a few good-byes, followed her out the door.
-=-=-=-
It actually took until the third drink before Kelly loosened up enough to tell her story. They had driven to Parson's Bar out by the county line. Not the sort of place you'd find the upper class of East Monroe, but the kind of bar where all they cared about was that you paid for your drinks up front.
"Did you see David Burke back at the reunion?" the long haired blond said after her empty glass hit the table.
Rachel had to think a moment to put a face to the name, then remembered the heavyset manager of the multiplex theater who had said a quick hello to her. She nodded to Kelly that she had seen him.
"Good old Dave, another fine upstanding member of the community," Kelly said sarcastically. "Well I don't know if he mentioned it, but Dave split up recently with his wife of seven years. It seems that the mother of his three kids wasn't really satisfying his needs. So to make up for her deficiencies, Dave had been taking time off during the matinees to screw the twenty year old who worked behind the snack bar."
Rachel took it in but didn't comment. Things like that happened both in big cities and small towns.
"So Dave, who's screwing the hired help is welcomed at the reunion, while I'm treated like I was taking on truckers five at a time. But then again, Dave is one of the guys so that makes it okay."
It was obvious to Rachel that Kelly had an affair, or at least had been caught screwing someone other than her husband. Yet, even in a small town like East Monroe, something like that shouldn't generate a reaction like Kelly described.
"Oh God," Rachel thought, "could it have been someone underage?"
Back in Frisco, there had been a woman in her apartment building that got busted for having sex with minors. In her mid 60's, the woman had reminded Rachel of the woman who played the Aunt on that old TV show on cable about the small town sheriff. Who would've ever thought the grandmother was screwing half the teenage boys on the block. It took a lot to make a scandal in San Francisco, but that had done it. Rachel could only imagine how something like that would play out here.
"Donna Franklin was there too," Kelly said, "I know you remember Donna."
Rachel nodded that she did. Donna had also been on the Student Council with Kelly.
"She finally married Clark Lange, whose father you might remember was the minister at Blessed Heart, as well as being part of the Lange's who owned the drug store. Of course old Clark never would've walked down the aisle with her if she hadn't been able to swear on a stack of bibles that she was a virgin and that no man had passed between her pearly gates. Well it was a good thing he didn't ask her to also swear that no man had ever had his cock in her mouth as well. Donna might've had a little problem with that, giving the rather large number that had."
That little piece of knowledge greatly surprised Rachel. Back in school, Donna was always going on about how she was going to save herself for marriage. Sometimes to the point of being obnoxious, looking down on those who didn't value it as highly as she professed to. Evidently, she agreed with the former President in what actually defined sexual relations.
"But I guess it was okay for Dave and Donna for another reason," Kelly was still going on, even though Rachel had become distracted by what she'd just been told. "At least they were doing it with the right sex."
"What?" Rachel said, realizing she had just missed something.
"No, you heard right," Kelly said, not knowing that her friend hadn't heard at all. "When Tom came home unexpectedly from a hunting trip with the boys, he walked right in on me and Susan."
"Susan?" Rachel repeated.
"Susan Lauro, she was a few years older than us and a waitress at the Golden Dove diner," she explained. "You didn't know her. She moved here after you left and took off after the story got all over town."
"You were having sex with another woman?" Rachel asked, just to be sure that the few drinks they'd both put away hadn't distorted what she had heard.
"Yes," Kelly said, "so feel free to express the disgust that almost everyone else in town that knows seems to have."
"Was this a one time thing or have you always been attracted to other women?" Rachel asked instead, thinking that disgust was the last thing she would find in the situation.
"Well it would be easy to say it was a one time thing," Kelly answered. "That it sort of just happened, that maybe I was drunk and things got out of hand. That's the answer I think I'd tell other people if they cared enough to ask. But you were my friend and you haven't suddenly felt an urge to run away least I contaminate you, so I'll give you an honest answer."
Rachel was now hanging on every word, glad that they had taken a booth in the back of the bar where no one else could hear.
"The honest answer is that I've felt attracted to other women since back in high school," Kelly said, the sense of relief in the way she said it suggesting that it was the first time she had actually said it to anyone. "It wasn't something I could deal with so I just buried what I was feeling and made sure no one would ever even think that I had feelings like that. Could you imagine how the girls in our class would've reacted if they knew that I was getting turned on looking at them in the locker room and showers?"
"I think I could," Rachel said softly, but now it was Kelly who really wasn't listening.
"It got so that I'd rather have a reputation as a slut than people thinking I was a dyke," she added.
Thinking back, Rachel remembered that there was a short period during junior year during which Kelly was the topic of a considerable amount of? conversation in the boy's locker room. Her brother, Chip, only a year older than Rachel, had told her that her friend was beginning to acquire a reputation as being pretty easy. He had been considerate enough to leave out the fact that it was a subject that he had first hand knowledge of. Rachel remembered the conversation quite clearly because, despite the fact that neither of the girls having been virgins, it had been such a sudden change in the way the seventeen year old normally acted around guys.
The locker room stories and Kelly's exploits with other guys abruptly ended when she started dating Tom Ryan. Now Rachel understood why. No one was ever going to think that the girl who was sleeping with the Team Captain was more interested in her fellow cheerleaders.
"In fact," Kelly said as she brought her story to a close, "I even had the biggest crush on you. I was so afraid that you were going to catch me staring at you one day."
With that, Rachel suddenly lost it and began to laugh loudly enough for people in the front of the bar to hear her. Her reaction was definitely not what Kelly had expected.
"I didn't think it was that funny," Kelly said, her tone reflecting a realization that maybe Rachel wasn't all that different than her other one time friends after all.
"Oh yes it is," Rachel replied, barely able to get out the words because she was laughing so hard. "You have no idea how funny it really is."
Anything Rachel said after that fell on deaf ears as Kelly grabbed her bag and got up to leave. The last thing the blond haired woman needed was yet another ignorant asshole that found her life a subject of amusement.
"Kelly wait," Rachel said, regaining control of herself when she saw her old friend stand up and start to leave.
It was only the press of Rachel's hand around her wrist as the newspaper reporter attempted to physically stop her that made Kelly pause. But it was a pause that only lasted long enough for Rachel to get in a few more words.
"Kelly, I wasn't laughing at you," she quickly said. "Believe me, that's the last thing that I'd ever do. Just give me a minute to explain and I'm sure you'll understand."
"You've got thirty seconds," a now angry Kelly said, pulling her arm away.
"Kelly," Rachel simply said, "I'm gay."
Kelly froze in mid-motion. She looked at Rachel for a long moment, then sat back down without saying another word.
"That's why I found what you said so funny," Rachel quickly went on. "You were so worried that I was going to notice that you were checking me out, and I spent half my time doing the same thing."
"Oh my God!" Kelly said as it all finally hit her. "You and I were both ..."
"It seems so," Rachel said, completing Kelly's thought. "Although it seems that neither of us knew it at the time."
"It seems like such a waste," Kelly said.
"A waste?" Rachel repeated.
"That we didn't know," Kelly replied. "Our lives could've been so different."
"I suppose," Rachel said as she looked deep into Kelly's blue eyes, knowing that she was imagining just what that life might've been like.
"Do you have ..." Kelly started to ask, then rephrased her question. "Are you with someone now?"
"No, not really," Rachel answered. "I guess my social life has been taking a back seat to my career for a while now."
No sooner did Rachel answer one question, then Kelly asked another. She seemed quite curious about life back in San Francisco, especially the fact that her friend had come out a few years back and no one seemed to care.
"You're life sounds great," Kelly said as Rachel answered her last question.
"Well like anything else, it has its ups and downs," Rachel replied.
"Well at least it's better than anything you would've had around here," Kelly added, emphasizing her point with a wave of her hand in the direction of the town beyond.
The broad motion caused Rachel to look up and take note that the two of them had become a center of attention to some of the other patrons. They might not have been close enough to hear the topic of their discussion, but it was pretty obvious that at one point they were having some sort of disagreement. The chance of that discord turning physical, a not uncommon occurrence in the bar, was enough to hold their interest.
"Why don't we get out of here?" Rachel suggested as she drew Kelly's attention to their audience.
"I think that's a good idea," Kelly agreed.
-=-=-=-
Once back in Rachel's rented car, the two decided that the reporter's room at the Holiday Inn out by the Interstate would be a lot more private than going back to the room at the boarding house where Kelly had been living since Tom had thrown her out.
The boarding house was in walking distance, but it was almost a given, Kelly said, that if they went there, it would be all over town by morning that she'd had another woman in her room. That the woman was an old friend that she'd met at the Reunion was a fact that she was equally sure would be left out of the gossip.
"Nice," Kelly said as she looked around the? room as Rachel locked the door behind them. "I wish I could afford a place like this. My place is really a dump, but it's the best I can do right now."
"Well the paper's actually picking up the tab for this," Rachel said, even though she could easily afford the room on her own if she had to.
"It even has a little kitchenette," Kelly said, making reference to the microwave, mini-refrigerator and coffee maker.
"Would you like some coffee?" Rachel asked, thinking that they'd had enough to drink for the night.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," Kelly said, thinking pretty much the same thing.
As the brunette poured water into the coffee maker, they continued the conversation they'd begun at the bar. This time, it centered on Kelly's plans for the future.
"Well, Tom and I are getting a divorce of course," she said as Rachel returned and sat down next to her on the couch with the coffee. "Actually, he's not being the prick about it that some men might be considering the circumstances. I can imagine some husbands taking the fact that their wife preferred another woman over them as enough of a blow to their masculinity as to want to have some kind of revenge. Thankfully, we didn't have kids to fight over, and he's willing to split everything right down the middle."
"I guess he didn't want the details of the divorce to become public record," Rachel suggested. "At least more than they already have."
"I considered that too," Kelly said, thankful for the strong coffee's effect, "and to be honest, I agree with him on that. It's not like I had an affair because he was a bastard or anything. I don't want to see him hurt because of my mistake."
"Being attracted to other women isn't a mistake," Rachel said, "despite what some people think."
"The mistake I was referring to was marrying him in the first place, knowing that I really wasn't attracted to him in the way a wife should be," Kelly clarified. "If I didn't have the courage to live my life out in the open the way you did, then I should've at least had enough to say no when he proposed."
"Well I think you should be concentrating on the future and not the past," Rachel said. "After all, what was done certainly can't be undone."
"Some things can," Kelly said, putting the coffee cup down and turning to face Rachel.
Rachel looked into her friend's eyes and saw her mind. Further words weren't needed to understand what she meant. If she could trade places with Kelly for a moment, she would see the same things in her own brown eyes.
Still silent, Rachel put her own cup and saucer down next to its twin, then brought her hands up to the sides of Kelly's face. Softly, she stroked back the long blond strands that had fallen in disarray, her fingers continuing downward to caress the blonde's lips.
Kelly gently kissed Rachel's fingers, taking them one at a time into her mouth as well. Then, after reaching out to stroke her friend's darker and much shorter hair, she leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
The kiss was short and ever so soft, to be repeated again and again. It was the fulfillment of many youthful nights' dreams for both of them. As their tongues glided into each other's mouth, Kelly cupped Rachel's breasts with both her hands, her thumbs pressing against the hardness of the thick nipples through her dress.
"Rachel ... I ...," she started to say hesitantly as their lips parted.
"I know," Rachel replied, acknowledging that she felt the same way.
Neither woman was the type to just jump into bed with someone on their first date, not that tonight could really be called a date at all. Still, they had a decade-old desire that they both shared. A longing that, up until a few hours ago, each thought was hers alone.
"We can't," Kelly said, trying to think with her head and not her heart. "could we?"
"Why not?" Rachel asked in return, a wide smile filling her face.
Why not indeed, the equally broad grin that now filled Kelly's face seemed to say.
Their lips met again, this time with more passion as the years since they were teenage girls faded away and the fires of youthful lust returned. Now their hands knew no hesitation as they explored the softness of each other's body, undoing the snaps and buttons that held dresses tight against their skin.
Rachel's dress came with a built in bra so as it came loose, Kelly was rewarded with a close up view of the breasts beneath. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the dark pink nipples she admired many times in the showers. An admiration that was quickly transformed into action as her hands pressed against the soft globes, their warmth sending a burst of excitement all through her.
Rachel was no less eager to undress Kelly, but once she had likewise undid the top of the blue dress her friend wore, she let it just hang loose rather than try to slide it off. It was enough for her just to be able to look down at the blonde's larger mounds, held in place by an equally blue bra.
Kelly meanwhile, despite being the more inexperienced of the two, couldn't wait to taste Rachel's flesh. Bringing her mouth down to breast level, she closed her lips around the thick nipples she had felt earlier, her tongue painting them with a warm wetness.
"Oh yes," Rachel moaned encouragingly and stroking the back of the blonde's head as Kelly drew her deep inside. "That is so very nice."
How many times had she laid awake at night in her mother's house, dreaming what it would be like to have Kelly do exactly what she was now, Rachel asked herself. Probably just as many times as she had imagined what it would be like to do the same to her. She hoped the reality of that dream would be as satisfying as the first was proving to be.
Ten minutes later, Kelly still had her face buried deep in the valley between the brunette's breasts, but Rachel had waited as long as she could. A practiced hand undid the clasps of Kelly's strapless bra, causing it to fall to the floor. The nipples that filled the center of her mounds were smaller than her own, but no less inviting. It was impossible for her to bring her mouth to them the way they were entangled, so for the moment, her hands would have to do.
Rachel could feel the heat of Kelly's flesh as she cradled one in each hand. They were all she had remembered them to be. How she had envied Tom Ryan and all those other boys who had been able to play with them back in high school. Yet it was an envy that was now gone as she knew no man would ever touch them again the way she was at this moment.
As occupied as she was with Rachel's breasts, such was the brunette's dexterity that Kelly couldn't ignore the pleasure her hands now brought. Rachel took advantage of the pause to shift their positions to where she could now bring her mouth into play.
The effect on Kelly was instantaneous, as was her reaction. Boys had become interested in her large breasts almost from the day she began to develop and without exception, every boy she had dated couldn't wait to get his hands, or more eagerly their mouths on them. Yet, despite the number of them who had done both, none had ever come close to the feelings that Rachel now produced. Not even Susan had done as well and from what she had told Kelly, she'd slept with dozens of women before her.
Rachel was elated to discover that the second aspect of her fantasies was as satisfying as the first. The hardness of Kelly's nipples in her mouth was exactly as she had imagined it and she was filled with unbounded enthusiasm as she sucked on them. An action that was sending Kelly more and more into a carnal frenzy.
Even as she feasted on the bounty of Kelly's mounds, Rachel slid her hands down the blue dress and brought them back under its hem. Her fingers glided beneath the thin material of the blonde's panties, squeezing the ripe flesh beneath. The explorations continued and they moved between Kelly's legs and caressed the golden bush beyond.
"Oh God!" Kelly gasped as she felt Rachel brush against her most private place.
Yet that sensation was nothing as compared to that which filled Kelly a few moments later as Rachel moved her fingers deep within her. With practiced skill, she manipulated the excited tip of Kelly's clitoris, sending tiny bolts of lightning across her body.
Faster and faster Rachel's fingers moved, raising Kelly's level of excitement by leaps and bounds. In no time at all, the hometown girl stood on the precipice.
"Oh God, Rachel," Kelly repeated, "I'm going to come."
That was all Rachel needed to hear. Never in her life had she wanted to bring anyone off as much as she wanted to do Kelly. Pulling the blonde's panties out of the way, Rachel dropped down and spreading Kelly's legs apart, added her tongue to the mix.
"AAAAAAAA!" Kelly cried out as Rachel attacked her prize like a bear with honey.
One last thrust of her tongue against Kelly's button was enough to send her over the edge. Her body shuddered as Rachel continued to probe deep inside her, partaking of all of her delights. So drained was Kelly, that without her friend's support, she might've toppled over.
-=-=-=-
"That was totally amazing," Kelly said a few minutes later as enough strength finally returned to her legs that she could stand on her own. "It made me really wish we'd known about each other back in school?"
"What would you have done differently?" Rachel asked as she caught her own breath, her curiosity suddenly sparked.
"I'm not sure," Kelly replied, caught off guard by the question. "but I'm sure the showers after gym would certainly have been more interesting."
"Well, I always thought they were interesting? enough as they were," Rachel smiled, remembering the naked images of so many of their classmates.
"Well, that's true," Kelly agreed as she recalled some of those same memories.
"And it just so happens," Rachel laughed softly as she went on, "the bathroom here has a shower stall. It's not as large as the one over at East Monroe High of course, but I'm pretty sure there's room for two."
Kelly's eyes lit up as the observation filled her with a sudden renewal of energy. She leaned over and kissed Rachel one more time, then practically jumped to her feet.
"So what are we waiting for?" She asked as she reached back to take Rachel's hand.?
"Obviously me," Rachel replied as she took her friend's hand and followed her to the bathroom.
It took a few minutes for the water in the small shower to reach a comfortable temperature, but it was time the two women used to rid themselves of the remainder of their clothing, tossing their dresses and undergarments out into room beyond to keep them dry.
The small cloud of steam that began to fill the room signaled that the shower was ready and Kelly, quickly followed by Rachel, stepped into the stall. The reporter had been right when she said the shower had room for two, but just barely. Still, they were hardly about to complain about being pressed tight against each other.
Standing behind Kelly, Rachel filled her hand with liquid soap from the container attached to the wall. Then she proceeded to rub it all over the other woman's body, leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake. Closing her eyes to enjoy the touch of her friend's hands, Kelly let out a loud sigh as Rachel grabbed both of the blonde's larger breasts and squeezed them, rubbing her fingers hard against the erect nipples.
"Oh baby," she moaned once more as she and Rachel changed positions and she reached for the soap as well.
After covering every inch of Rachel's flesh that she could reach, Kelly turned her friend totally around and pressed their mounds together, her nipples now caressing the brunette's. Back and forth their bodies moved, flesh against flesh as they occasionally took a moment to kiss both each other's mouths as well as lick the wet skin of their breasts.
As they did, both women reached down and ran a free hand between the other's legs. The downpour invitation to the celebration a few weeks t had covered them only minutes before, and each of their now clean fingers reached out to explore the sex of the other. An action that further added to the verbal encouragement that spilled from each other's lips.
Of the two of them, Rachel was the more experienced lover but it was Kelly who seemed the more aggressive at this moment. Slipping out of Rachel's embrace, she slid down until her knees were resting on the tile floor. Taking advantage of the extra room now available, Rachel lifted her left leg and braced it against the shower door. Both hands reached up and took hold of the showerhead, helping to keep her balance. She might've looked funny to an observer, but her position gave Kelly much better access to the prize it was obvious she was seeking.
Kelly had earlier told Rachel that Susan had been her first and only lover. If that was indeed the case, then Rachel found herself regretting that she never had the chance to actually meet her. Whatever else the waitress from the Golden Dove might've been, she was one hell of a teacher. Either that, or Kelly was the most naturally skilled cunnilingist that Rachel had ever met.
Simply saying that her tongue was magic seemed such an understatement, Rachel thought. It was everywhere at once, hitting every sensitive spot of her womanhood. Each touch added to a building wave of ecstasy that was already causing her body to tremble.
"Kel ... ly," was all Rachel managed to say as the last dam of resistance shuddered and broke, sending her over the edge with the force of a barrel rider going over a waterfall.
As Rachel had done to her in the other room, Kelly held the standing woman tightly, drinking deep of the fruits of her labor. Even mixed with the steady stream of water, it was a wonderful ambrosia. A feast she had dreamed about for half of her life.
"Oh God, Kel," Rachel said as she regained control of herself, even more drained than Kelly had been earlier. "If we had done this in high school, I never would've left East Monroe."
The compliment brought a surge of joy to Kelly as she slowly managed to work her way back to her feet. Despite what Susan had told her many times about the pleasure she brought to the older woman, the blond had never really been able to believe her. If Rachel had felt the same way, then she guessed it had been true after all.
Shutting the water off, the two stepped out of the shower. Rachel took the large, oversized, bath towel off the bar on the wall and wrapped it around the two of them. Holding each other tight, their lips met one more time.
They took their time drying each other off. Then, still naked, they walked back into the other room and climbed under the covers together. There, in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep.
-=-=-=-
A few hours later, they awoke, still in each other's embrace. They just smiled at each other for a few moments, each almost afraid to say anything least they break the magic of the moment. Finally, Rachel had to say what was on her mind.
"Kelly, can I ask you a question?" Rachel said.
"You can ask me anything," Kelly beamed, still basking in the afterglow of her lovemaking.
"Why are you still here?"
"Excuse me?" Kelly said, not really sure what her friend meant by that.
"I asked, what are you still doing here?" Rachel repeated.
"I thought I was welcome," she replied somewhat defensively, now breaking their embrace and sitting up in the bed. "I didn't think that you wanted me out of here the minute we were done."
"Damn," Rachel said, sitting up as well. "I'd forgotten how quick you used to jump to the wrong conclusion when people said something to you."
On the edge of the bed, Kelly silently chided herself for her long time habit. It had caused her to overreact in the bar earlier tonight as well.
"What I meant," Rachel went on to explain as she moved closer to Kelly, "is what are you still doing here in East Monroe. You yourself said that you really have no future here."
Kelly didn't have an easy answer. That was a question she'd asked herself a number of times over the last few months.
"You're smart, you have a business degree, and even if its from the local college, it still counts for something." Rachel continued. "If you moved someplace like Los Angeles or San Francisco, I know you'd be able to make a pretty good go of it."
"You did make San Francisco sound pretty nice," Kelly replied.
She didn't want to mention the fact that there had been times when she did consider leaving their hometown, but could never find the strength to go, leaving everything she had known all of her life behind. That despite the fact that she had no illusions of rebuilding her life here.
"It is pretty nice," Rachel said in response to Kelly's comment, "but I wanted to point out that there are a lot of places you could go, not just where I live."
"You wouldn't want me there?" she asked, a hurt look on her face.
"Of course I'd love it if you were there," Rachel said, "but we both have to understand that the last few hours to the contrary, we don't have a relationship."
"I understand that."
"Which is not to say that it's not a future possibility," Rachel added. "That's something that we have to wait and see what developed."
The answer brought a smile to Kelly's face.
"So if you wanted to come to San Francisco, you'd come there as my friend," Rachel finished. "A friend who would be more than welcome to stay with me while she gets herself organized."
"Can I ask a question now?" Kelly interjected.
"Oh course," Rachel smiled.
"If I do decide to come to San Francisco, and it would be as your friend only, we don't have to leave right this minute, do we?"
"Of course not," Rachel replied, thinking it a strange question to ask.
"Then in that case," Kelly said as she crawled on all fours to where Rachel sat, "can we make believe that it's 1992 again?"
Rachel's reply vanished in the press of Kelly's lips as the blond pressed her down against the bed and climbed on top of her. Her brief thought before she began to respond to her friend's entreaty was that it certainly had turned out to be one hell of a reunion after all.
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