The Road Not Taken

The Road Not Taken

by Ann Douglas

Jennifer Sutherland stared out the kitchen window as she took another sip of her morning coffee. Mentally, she made a note to call the lawn service to trim the grass out by the back fence. The paper was calling for rain this afternoon but looking at the clear morning sky she thought they were wrong once again.

"I guess she's not coming this morning." the 38 year old brunette said to herself as she placed her now empty coffee cup down on the table.

"She" was Sally Yee, the 25 year old emergency room nurse who had rented the basement apartment for the last few months. Jennifer and Sally usually had coffee every Friday but this morning she'd found a note saying she'd been called into work late last night and might not be able to make it. Still, Jennifer had come to enjoy their weekly chats so much that she had hoped Sally could still make it.

Rinsing out the cup in the sink, Jennifer remembered that at first she'd been reluctant to rent out the tiny basement apartment. They'd converted the small room into living space when they'd first bought the house fifteen years ago so that her widowed mother could live with them. She had passed away six years ago and her oldest son Chris had inherited the apartment. Then Chris went away to college a year and a half ago and his brother Bill took it over.

Eight months ago, right after his 18th birthday, Bill had enlisted in the Navy, deciding that it was a good way to spend a few years while he decided what he wanted to do with his life. It wasn't a bad decision but it had left Jennifer with an empty house.

It had been both a new and very strange feeling to the mother of two. A little over 20 years ago, Jennifer had gone right from her father's house to her husbands. It wasn't how she planned it though. Originally there had been plans for college, maybe a career. And if she was totally honest with herself, she wasn't 100% certain that her future plans involved Jack Sutherland. But what was that phrase from the song, "Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans."

"Oh it happened all right." Jennifer said to herself as she stepped out onto the kitchen porch. "Did it ever."

Her thoughts drifted back to the night some six weeks after the senior prom when she became all too aware of two of life's harsh realities. The first was the fine print on the side of a box of condoms, (not that she ever read it) which stated that while effective, any form of birth control was only 99% or so. The other truth was the fact that yes, you can lose your virginity and get pregnant at the same time.

It could've been worse. She and Jack had already graduated High School and he had already gone to work at his father's hardware store. Two decades later, Jack Sutherland had taken over from his father and owned four hardware stores in four different towns.

If only their personal life had been so successful. At 18 they'd been very much in love, but as they grew older, it became very apparent that they had matured in opposite directions. Jack had immersed himself in the business and Jennifer in her sons. The only problem was that while Jack still had the business, looking forward to the day when Chris got his degree and followed in his footsteps, Jennifer now had a big void in her life.

A void that was becoming filled more and more with the what-ifs of her life. What if she'd gone to college? What if she'd been married to someone other than Jack? What if she simply led an adventurous life, leaving behind a trail of lovers. It wasn't too late to pick up the loose threads of her life and start anew, but she found that she lacked the spark to rekindle her fires.

"Morning Jennifer." called out a soft quiet voice as its owner walked up the driveway.

"Hi Sally!" Jennifer called out, her mood improving immediately.

"Sorry I couldn't make it this morning." Sally said as she climbed the steps up to the porch "But I didn't finish my shift until 2 A.M. and decided to crash on one of the couches in the lounge rather than drive home tired."

"That was a good idea." Jennifer agreed. "Can you sit for a while or are you on your way out the door again?"

"Well I was going to run a few errands, but I guess they can wait." the black haired woman said as she dropped into one of the large cushioned wicker chairs that filled the porch.

"Great." Jennifer said with a smile as she settled into her own chair.

Sally Yee was a few inches taller than Jennifer's 5'6" with a round pleasant face that made her seem even younger than her 25 years. Long straight black hair was tied up into the bun she wore while working. Hair that stretched down to her waist when undone. Sally had a slim but well developed build. A tight waist and taut stomach supported small round breasts that were firm enough not to need additional support. At least Jennifer had never noticed Sally wear a bra, even when she only sported a T-shirt.

Jennifer, on the other hand, had full bodied breasts which had developed early and caused her to have to start wearing a bra long before most of the girls in her class. They had almost been too large for her to make the cheerleader squad in high school.

Mrs. Johnston, the faculty advisor, had felt that Jennifer stood out too much from the other less endowed girls and caused too much of a distraction when she wore the short and tight cheerleader outfits. It took a petition of over a hundred signatures, almost all belonging to boys, to make the principal overrule Mrs. Johnston. The petition said it was a matter of upholding Jennifer's rights, but no one really believed it was anything other then a lot of horny young men's desire to see Jenn doing splits in the red and white cheerleader's uniform.

"So how was your night?" Jennifer asked, always interested in the interesting life Sally led.

As the young Asian woman told the tale of the injuries to some police and firemen battling a four-alarm over by the edge of town, Jennifer thought about how much she liked having Sally around.

Despite the difference in their age and backgrounds, the two women had found enough in common to become friends. Jennifer had been amazed to discover that Sally had gotten married even younger than she had. At 17, her family had pressured her into marriage with an older man. The union had lasted less than 2 years and Sally had found herself divorced at 19.

Her family, being very old world, had never forgiven her for what they perceived as an insult to their family honor. Sally hadn't told her exactly why she'd left her husband but it was obvious from the way she talked about their brief marriage that she had never loved him from the start. In Jennifer's case, at least she could say that at least in the early years, her case had been different.

So at 19, disowned by her family, Sally had stopped using the name her family had given her, Yee Sau-ling, and had gone back to school for her nursing degree. Totally immersing herself in her goal, she had crammed a normal course of study into less than 3 years.

Currently, she worked at Metropolitan Hospital only a few blocks away. She had been overjoyed to find an apartment so close that she could walk back and forth to work.

As Sally finished her story, Jennifer remembered something she wanted to ask her younger friend.

"We're having a barbecue Sunday night." Jennifer said. "I was wondering if you could come?"

"Well, I'll have to check my schedule." Sally replied. "I'm on call this weekend."

"I hope you can." Jennifer said. "Jack's cousin Michael is coming over and I really think you'd like him. He's a paramedic so you should have something in common already."

Sally didn't immediately respond but the look on her face told Jennifer that she wasn't exactly excited by the prospect of meeting Jennifer's relative.

"Jenn..I...." she began.

"No, you don't have to say it." Jennifer cut her off. "I guess I should have asked you first."

"Well....it might've been a good idea." Sally replied.

"It never occurred to me that you might not be interested." Jenn continued. "I should've considered the idea that you might not want to date non-Asian men. I mean the fact that I've never even heard you mention one should've been a clue."

Sally seemed to be considering something for a few moments as her eyes took on a far-away stare. It lasted only a few brief seconds but when her attention returned it was clear that she had something to say.

"Jenn, I need to tell you something." she began. "I really wasn't planning on bringing this up but I once made myself a promise not to lie to myself or other people for that matter."

"I'm all ears." Jennifer laughed.

"It's not that I don't date non-Asian men." Sally said in a calm, even tone. "I don't date men, period."

"Sally, I know you had a bad marriage." Jennifer quickly replied. "But that's no reason to shut yourself out from relationships. I'm sure that there are plenty of men that....."

"You don't understand." Sally cut her off. "I don't have relationships with men. Jennifer, I'm a lesbian."

For the first time since she'd met Sally, Jennifer was speechless.

"I really hadn't planned on telling you that." Sally went on. "But I think if I didn't, you'd be going out of your way to match me up with every unmarried Chinese man in town."

"I never would've guessed." Jennifer finally said. "I mean, I don't know what to say. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." Sally grinned. "This isn't something that I just decided you know. I've known it since I was 13 years old. It soon became obvious to my parents as well. Thats why they were so quick to marry me off. I lived a lie every night for two years until I couldn't do it anymore. That's when I promised myself that I'd never lie to myself again - whatever the cost. I don't wear a sign around my neck, but I don't try to hide it either."

"I can't imagine having that much courage." Jennifer said, a touch of admiration in her voice. "To walk away from everything in your life and start over."

"It wasn't easy." Sally admitted. "But every new life begins with a single step, eventually the steps become easier as you build on your life a little at a time."

A silent pause hung in the air. It took Jennifer a long minute to understand what Sally had told her.

"I hope this won't make a difference in our friendship." Sally said, breaking the silence.

"A difference?" Jennifer repeated.

"Well, some women have a hard time dealing with lesbianism." Sally went on. "They tend to ignore every other thing about you and just assign some stereotype image."

"What kind of image?" Jennifer asked, genuinely curious.

"Well that you spend your days trying to seduce lonely housewives away from their husbands." Sally explained. "Or when you're not doing that, you're trying to recruit your daughters into some secret society."

"Well are you?" Jenn asked in mock seriousness.

"When I was a lot younger, I wished there was some kind of secret society." Sally said. "Somewhere I could go to talk to someone. You have no idea what it's like to grow up a lesbian teen, and a Chinese lesbian teen on top of that. Imagine having your own parents look down on you as some kind of abomination."

Jennifer thought for a moment of her own parents reaction when she had told them she was pregnant. Her father had been angry enough that night to call her a slut. But in the end they had calmed down and there had been socially acceptable solutions to her predicament. Marriage that early in her life might not be ideal, but at least Jack had a future with his father's company and it would give the baby a name. In fact, since both her mother and mother-in-law were quick to spread the story that Chris was premature, few people knew she had walked down the aisle pregnant.

"No, I can't imagine what it must've been like." Jennifer responded. "But you don't have to worry about our friendship. This isn't going to affect it."

"Are you sure?" Sally asked again.

"I'm positive." Jennifer repeated. "I don't believe in judging someone based on who they share their bed with. After all, look who sleeps on the other side of my bed." she laughingly added.

"I've always thought Mr. Sutherland was a nice guy." Sally noted.

"Oh he is, I'm only kidding." Jennifer replied. "But while we're on the subject, I don't think this is the kind of thing you should mention to him. I hope you're okay with that because I'm really not sure what kind of reaction he would have."

"It's okay." Sally agreed. "As hard as the subject is for some women to come to grips with, it's even harder for an even greater number of men."

"Good." Jennifer said, letting out a deep breath.

"I'd really better get started on those errands." Sally noted as she looked at her watch and began to rise from her seat.

"Please try and come to the barbecue." Sally said. "I'm sure you'll have a good time anyway."

"I'll try." Sally said as she stepped off the porch and waved good-bye.

Sally did come to the barbecue and she had a great time. In fact everyone had a lot of fun. One thing bothered Jennifer though. When the two women were changing into their swim suit, she suddenly felt very self conscious being nude next to Sally. It wasn't that Sally did anything different. In fact, she barely glanced in the older woman's direction. Jennifer just couldn't get the thought out of her mind that exposing herself to Sally was just like letting any of the men outside see her naked.

It was a stupid idea of course, she thought. After all, she was over ten years older than Sally and while she looked good for her age, she definitely didn't have the same body she had back in high school.

That night, long after all the guests had gone home, Jennifer found herself standing nude in front of the bathroom mirror and taking stock of herself. Her hair was still the rich brown color it had been since she was a child, no sign of even a single gray strand. A few lines showed in her face, but there were a lot less than many of her contemporaries. She could chalk that one up to good genes, both her mother and grandmother had aged gracefully as they liked to say.

The large 36C bust that had been so popular back in high school had suffered some of the effects of age and gravity, but serious attention to her physical well-being over the years had helped reduce the negatives there as well. Her small pink nipples were still immediately noticeable, popping to attention as the cool evening air hit them. Absentmindedly, Jennifer ran her middle fingers over each of them.

From the brief glance she had taken before she felt a little foolish, Jennifer remembered that Sally had small very dark brown nipples. She idly wondered if the younger woman's nubs were as sensitive.

Jennifer's stomach showed she should get back to the gym, a long lazy summer had let a few pounds collect there. It wasn't obvious as the bulge that was wrapped around Jack's belly, but even a few too many pounds on a woman stood out.

Her hand slid down to the hairy bush between her legs and gently stroked the center of it. Once upon a time she used to trim her hair regularly, but it had been so long since Jack had noticed she no longer went to the trouble. Oh, they still had sex now and then, but it had been reduced to the occasional wham, bam and thank you ma'am. Long gone were the days when they went at it all night, and if they boys were away, into the next day as well.

The next week passed quickly for Jennifer and she only saw Sally for a few minutes on Friday. Even so, the young Asian woman was never far from her thoughts. She just couldnt get the idea that she was a lesbian out of her mind. What was it like she kept asking herself, making love to another woman? What would it be like to even just kiss one? Of course shed kissed other women over the years, relatives, girlfriends and such, but they were always safe sexless kisses. How different would it be if backed by passion?

One quiet afternoon, she actually dug out one of those old porno tapes that Jack kept in the basement and watched it. It had been over ten years since shed watched one of them with him and she tossed aside boxes until she found the one she remembered. She fast forwarded past all the male and female scenes until she got to images of girl on girl sex. She mustve watched that five minute segment a half dozen times. By the last time she watched it the young Chinese woman in the film had metamorphosed into Sallys twin. It was quickly becoming an obsession.

Saturday was the busiest day of the week and Jennifer thought it would never end. About ten oclock, she crawled into bed and fell asleep. About midnight, she woke out of a listless slumber. Something was nagging at the back of her mind. Then it hit her, shed forgotten to set the washing machine after she'd put in that last load. Normally she would run it overnight to take advantage of the lower electrical rates. She knew that it would keep her awake the rest of the night if she didnt go down and run it now. It was a silly thing really, but that was the kind of person she was.

Slipping out of bed as quietly as she could, Jennifer was careful not to wake Jack. Listening to his heavy breathing for a moment, she doubted that he wouldve woke if she jumped up and down on the floor.

Down the back stairs she went, carefully opening the door to the laundry room. It took less than a minute to set the machine and she was about to start back up the stairs when she heard a soft bang from the front of the basement. The bang repeated itself a moment later, this time loud enough for Jennifer to identify it as coming from Sally's basement apartment.

Not sure what to make of the noise, Jennifer stepped back from the stairs and tip toed instead into the small storage room that was situated between the laundry room and the basement apartment. Once inside the tiny room, Jennifer could hear voices from Sally's apartment. Curiosity overwhelmed her and she pressed her ear against the wall to hear more.

It was hard to make out exactly what was being said through the sheetrock, but it was very obvious that Sally had company in her room. Based on her recent revelations, it didn't take a second for Jennifer to realize that it was another woman.

"They're making love." Jennifer said to herself as she pressed harder against the wall in order to hear more. "This is exciting." she added as she realized that her heart was beating at a much quicker pace.

Jennifer regretted Jack having done such a good job with the wall insulation as she could only hear parts of what was going on just a few feet away. One thing that she had been able to make out was that the other woman's name was Amber.

"God, I wish I could see what was going on." Jennifer thought as she squeezed her breasts through her nightgown. "I can't remember the last time I was this excited."

Then it came to her in a sudden memory. A few years back, her youngest had drilled a hole in the wall in order to spy on his older brother. She had found it by accident one day and really thought it was rather silly. That was until she had looked through it one afternoon when she had come home unexpectedly and saw Chris standing naked in the center of the room. It came as quite a shock to her. Her oldest son had grown into a handsome 6 footer with blue/green eyes and short blonde hair.

His nakedness wasn't as startling as the fact that his girlfriend, Joyce, was on her knees in front of him, equally naked -- her mouth wrapped around his cock. Intellectually, Jennifer knew she should've immediately turned away from the image but the eroticism of it held her at the peephole.

Joyce was a pretty enough girl, but rather skinny Jennifer had always thought. She had small breasts, no more than a B-cup, which always made her wonder why Chris dated her. In the past all of his girlfriends had been rather well endowed. As she watched her son's hardness slide back and forth between her lips, she no longer had to wonder why.

Never having double-dated back in high school, Jennifer had never actually seen another woman give head. From what she could see now, Joyce was a first class cocksucker. In a way, she envied her. Back in high school Jennifer had always found the idea of actually taking a guys cock in her mouth a little repulsive. But then again, there was a popular saying among many of the girls -- "No one ever got pregnant giving head." How many times over the years had she wished she'd followed that advice.

She watched fascinated as Chris's young manhood exploded into the 17 year old girl's mouth, sending droplets of shiny white cum dripping down her chin. Joyce continued to run her tongue up and down his now milky coated cock, wiping it clean.

The entire spectacle had only lasted a few minutes but the memory had lasted years. She had spackled over the hole the very next day, both to preserve her son's privacy and to remove her own temptation.

"The hole was right about here." Jennifer said to herself as she ran her finger across the wall in the dark.

A smile filled her face as she discovered to her delight that she lacked her husband's home repair skills. Most of the spackle had dried into a fine powder, the rest was easily chipped away with her nails. A few moments later she had fully exposed the small hole.

In hindsight, the image of herself, a full grown woman, sitting in the dark and spying on her tenant might seem ludicrous. But such was the fire that spread from between her legs that she never gave the idea of how embarrassing it would look if caught a moment's thought.

Thankfully, Sally appeared to be one of those people who liked to make love with the lights on and it was very easy to see into the brightly lit room. In fact, the spyhole was situated almost exactly across from the Asian woman's bed, giving Jennifer a perfect view.

And what a view it was. Facing Jennifer was a young woman in her late 20's with short blond hair and green eyes. As she was on all fours, it was hard to guess her height but Jennifer thought she was about as tall as she was. The young woman was wearing the remains of a green teddy.

Kneeling behind her, Sally was dressed in a very attractive and sexy white nightgown. Her breasts were fully exposed, giving Jennifer the clear view of her dark nipples she had been denied during their party last week. Sally had her hands wrapped around Amber's large breasts, playing with them as she pressed her pelvis against the woman beneath her again and again.

Between Sally's legs, almost hidden from view was something Jennifer had never seen before -- not even in Jack's porno films. Of course she knew what a strap-on dildo was even without having seen one. It was all but buried in Amber's pussy as Sally pushed and pulled it in and out.

"Oh baby, do it! Do it to me good!" Jennifer heard Amber cry out as she arched her head back. The sound now carried a lot better though the tiny hole. "Fill my pussy with your cock!"

In response, Sally drove forward with a powerful thrust, at the same time pulling Amber's face to her own, pressing their lips together.

"Oh yessss!" Amber purred.

This was too much for Jennifer. She slipped her hand down into her own panties and found her mound so very wet. Never taking her eyes off the two women in front of her, she began to play with her clit.

Ever since she was a teenager, Jennifer has masturbated almost daily. She remembered all the silly names people called it. Flicking the switch, beating the bush and caressing the kitty were her favorites. Yet in all those years, she couldn't remember her finger dancing to have been this pleasurable.

Faster and faster Jennifer moved her fingers, keeping time with the thrusts of Sally's dildo. In her imagination she could put herself in Amber's place, enjoying the hardness of the artificial cock.

Normally, Jennifer liked to close her eyes and drift in the pleasures of masturbation, but not this time. The spectacle before her was just too exciting.

Sliding her free hand beneath the soft material of her nightgown, Jennifer took each breast in hand and rubbed them vigorously. The motion of her fingers felt good to her and always added to the rising tide between her legs. Playing her nimble fingers over her nipples, she quickly brought them to a full hardness.

She ran her tongue across her lips as she pressed her face against the wall, her eye never wavering from her vantage point. Her entire body felt warm as she pushed two fingers up within herself, imagining them to be Sally's strap-on. It'd been months since she'd been this worked up.

Faster and faster she worked her fingers, matching her penetrations with the gasps of Amber's breaths. The older woman was no longer worried about making any noise -- not that the two lovers would've heard her if she screamed.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum!" Amber called out as Sally once more planted her toy between her slender legs. "It feels so good."

"No, not yet!" Sally called out as she grabbed the base of her "cock" and pulled it out of the blonde's pussy. "Not yet!"

As fast as she could, Sally rolled Amber over and replaced her "cock" with her mouth. She drove her tongue up inside her lover, covering it with the sweet juices her efforts had brought forth. Her long slender fingers pressed against Amber's ass as she pulled her crotch tight against her face.

It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a long loving caress. She could feel Amber's body react to each stroke as she ran her tongue across her clit over and over.

Amber began to buckle and spasm as Sally increased the intensity of her tongue's attack. She slid her free hand down between her own legs and slid first one, then two and finally three fingers within herself. She quickly matched the tempo of her fingers to that of her tongue.

Sweat ran down the blonde's body as she shook with each new ecstatic jolt. She could feel the rising crest within her and knew that her orgasm was oh so very near.

Sally darted her tongue in and out of Amber's tunnel of love, causing the waves of pleasure cascading up and down the younger girl's body to double. The harder Sally moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated. Faster and faster the waves washed over Amber, each bringing her closer to an explosion. Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to delay the fire within her so that she could enjoy each second. With a yell, Amber climaxed loud enough that it caused Jennifer to momentarily jump back from her spyhole. Amber's small body shook for endless seconds as she took in every aspect of her rapture. Sally followed with her own orgasm seconds later as her fingers covered her wetness. A much softer cry was on her lips.

Almost in time with Sally, Jennifer also climaxed with an intensity that she hadn't enjoyed in oh so very long. Her body trembled as her mouth formed a silent O. Her legs and arms grew weak and repeated waves of delight rippled up and down her near naked form.

For long moments after her bodyquake had ceased she just drifted there, listening to the rapid beating of her heart. She always loved to savor the first moments after an orgasm. One of the sad truths of her life these days was that the orgasms she enjoyed by her own hand were much more enjoyable than those produced by her husband. This climax in particular, had been quite memorable to say the least.

Twenty long minutes passed as Jennifer sat there in the dark room, waiting until the lights went out in Sally's apartment. She couldn't believe what she'd done. Yet at the same time she was so glad she'd done it. Never in her life could she have imagined that it could be so exciting to watch two people make love -- and two women at that. What was it that they called someone like that, oh yes -- a voyeur.

Quietly as she could she made her way back up to her own bedroom. Jack was still dead to the world as she crawled back into their bed. Despite her recent climax, Jennifer was still horny and reached under the thin sheet and stroked Jack's cock. It didn't take long to bring it to a familiar hardness. Despite this she couldn't seem to get him interested.

"Come on Jack." she whispered as she ducked under the sheet and slipped the head of his cock into her mouth.

"If this doesn't wake the dead, nothing will." she thought as she ran her tongue along the underside of his balls.

"Mmmmmmmm." Jack finally stirred as the pleasant feeling finally woke him up.

"Hi honey." Jennifer purred as she let his cock slip from her mouth and climbed on top of him. "I am so, so horny." she said in her sexiest voice.

Before Jack could respond, Jennifer had guided his cock to the entrance of her moist mound and was pressing hard against it.

"Fuck me baby!" Jennifer said as she felt his hardness fill her. "Fuck me hard!"

Jennifer began to move up and down on his cock, enjoying the sensations that grew in intensity with each motion. Bracing her hand against the sides of the bed, Jennifer rose and dropped with an ever increasing frequency. Faster and faster, she pumped, creating a suction that was drawing the life out of his cock.

"Oh Yes....Jennifer!.." Jack called out as he matched her familiar motions.

At the rate she was moving, Jennifer knew that he would cum quickly. Even as a young man, Jack had little self control. A few minutes later she felt his body tensing. Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it with a fury. Up again she raised and then down with the same abandon. Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot burst erupt inside her.

Finally it was done and her hot, sweat covered body collapsed upon his. Too exhausted to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still within her. Eventually it began to shrink to its pre-aroused state and slipped from within her...

Drained, Jack quickly fell back asleep, leaving Jennifer to ponder what she had done. It'd been years since they'd fucked in the middle of the night. In fact it'd been months since they'd fucked at all.

It had been sex, pure and simple. Jack had been nothing more than a warm blooded dildo used for her pleasure. Truth be told, Jennifer knew she would have traded it in a moment for the lifeless hard rubber one that Sally had worn, as long as the young Asian woman was attached to the other end of it...

It was that thought that filled Jennifer's mind as she finally drifted off to sleep.

The next Friday morning came quickly and with it Sally and Jennifer's morning coffee. It was hard for Jennifer to keep her mind on the more mundane topics of discussion. All she could see when she looked at Sally was the image of her half naked, screwing the life out of that blonde woman. Four times that week, Jennifer had masturbated to that memory and each climax had been as rewarding as the original.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow night?" Jennifer asked as casually as she could, trying not to sound too interested in the answer.

"Why yes, I was planning to go out with a friend." Sally replied as she sipped her coffee. "Why?"

"Oh no reason, I just thought if you had no plans we might watch a movie on cable or something." Jennifer explained. "No big deal, maybe another night."

"Sure, why not." Sally said.

The moment Sally said she was going out, Jennifer knew that it would be with that blonde again. Silently she hoped they would find their way once again back to Sally's apartment, because if they did, she knew she would be there also. The temptation was too hard to resist.

During the week, Sally had left the keys to the basement apartment with Jennifer because the exterminator was coming by. The older woman had taken the opportunity to check on the peep hole from the other side. To her relief, it was practically invisible. The hole was part of a small piece of chipped wallboard where a wall light had been installed. When the wall light was on, you couldn't look directly at the hole from Sally's side. Jennifer had eliminated the possibility of light from the utility room sided by covering that hole with a small piece of tape.

Jennifer stared at the ceiling as she waited for the clock to reach twelve. She assumed that Sally would be home at the same time as last week. The brunette was too excited to sleep and she ignored Jack's snoring as she ran her finger up and down the slit in her mound. Finally she couldn't wait any longer and got up. Following the same pattern as last week, she made her way to the utility room.

Carefully she removed the tape and saw that the basement apartment was still dark. A small frown of disappointment filled her face. Did they go somewhere else? Perhaps the blonde's home?

"I'm here, might as well give it a little time." Jennifer thought to herself as she got comfortable.

She'd fixed up that corner of the utility room earlier in the week, making a little platform out of some heavy wooden boxes and topping it with one of the boy's old bean bag chairs. It gave her a comfortable place to sit.

It was almost too comfortable as once she'd sat there a while, Jennifer fell asleep. It was only the sound of voices through the wall that woke her up. Sally was finally home.

Excitedly, Jennifer pressed her eye against her spyhole. Yes, it was Sally, and she was in much the same state of undress that she'd been the week before. The Chinese woman was kneeling on the bed, straddling another woman whose face was pressed between Sally's legs. It was obvious from the look of contentment on her face and the soft moans from Sally's lips that the partially obscured woman had her tongue up and within Sally's pussy.

"This is so exciting." Jennifer thought as she slowly caressed her own pussy, imagining the feel of a willing tongue on it. "Come on Amber." she silently added. "Do it to us!"

It wasn't until both Sally and Jennifer had their first mini-climax that the woman beneath Sally climbed out from under her lower and Jennifer got a good look at her face.

"That's not Amber." Jennifer started to exclaim out loud, catching herself only at the last moment.

Sure enough, the woman in Sally's bed wasn't the same blonde that had been there a week before. She was just as blonde but her hair was long, stretching down to her waist. The light was bright enough for Jennifer to see that unlike Amber, this new love had blue eyes. Finally, it was obvious that this blonde was in her mid-thirties. Listening carefully, Jennifer heard Sally call out her name. It was Susan.

The night ended much as it had the week before, with Jennifer sharing Sally and Susan's climax. The only change was that when she went back upstairs, Jennifer was more willing to stop at the bathroom and satisfy herself with her vibrator rather than try to repeat last weeks late night fuck with Jack. The final result was the same with fewer problems.

Seven days quickly passed and during them Jennifer's thoughts turned many times to the question of who she would find with Sally when she looked though the hole on Saturday night. At least once a day she masturbated to the images of the last two weekends and the anticipation of what was to come. She no longer cared that Jack had started working later than he normally did and that she slept alone more and more. It just gave her more time to think of Sally.

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"Oh Sally, tes seins sont si magnifiques. J'adore les sucer." said the small long haired brunette who was sucking eagerly at Sally's breasts.

"C'est l'attention de ta langue merveilleusee Marie-Josee, qui fait ressortir leur veritable beaute." Sally replied as she gently stroked the side of her lover's face.

From her hidden view, Sally could easily hear the words of love but her own limited high school French was two decades behind her. The most she could make out was that the girl's name was Marie. She was a small woman, 25 years old and only 4'11" in height. What she lacked in stature she more than made up in passion.

As she had the two weeks before, Jennifer shared in that passion.

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"Who will it be tonight?" Jennifer thought as she made herself comfortable in the beanbag chair. "The suspense is killing me."

She didn't have long to wait, and the answer wasn't who but whom. Sally was laying across the bed, her head nestled between the ample breasts of a plump, dark skinned Philippine woman. Jennifer guessed she must've weighed about 160 lbs., but was nevertheless an extremely sexy woman. Her breasts were at least 44D and rested on each side of Sally's head.

Across both women's feet lay another Asian woman in her early 20's. As pale skinned as the first was dark, she had small rounded breasts and a tiny black patch between her legs. In her hand she held a small white vibrator, which at the moment was half buried in Sally's pussy.

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"Oh my God!" Jennifer gasped as she took in the appearance of the blonde propped against the headboard of the large bed, her wet pussy growing wetter under the gentle caress of Sally's tongue. "I hope she's legal." added the 38 year old as she admired the small firm breasts that bounced up and down as the girl met each stroke of Sally's tongue with a thrust of her own.

The girl was 5'3" with a face that didn't look more than 16. All the girl was wearing was a bright red bra, pulled down to expose her mounds. The matching panties were somewhere on the floor. Her skin was tanned from head to toe, giving her an even more juvenile appearance.

The girl had a familiar look to her. Jennifer knew she had never met her before, but there was something about her. Then it came to her. The girl was almost a dead ringer for a teen actress that had appeared on a sitcom when Jennifer was younger. The Bradley Group or something like that. She couldn't remember the actress' name but she remembered that all the teenage boys in the neighborhood had been hot for her. Jennifer remembered overhearing her older brother tell one of his friends that she was the girl they most wanted to fuck.

It caused Jennifer some concern to think that her boarder had seduced an underage girl. But not so much concern that she failed to bury three of her fingers within her cunt, frantically rubbing her clit.

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Five weeks, six different lovers -- it was too much for Jennifer to fully absorb. Her whole world now seemed to revolve around that small utility room and the visions of delight just beyond it. That she was invading the privacy of others no longer came into play. All she knew was that nothing in her life had caused such a reaction within her. In her dreams, she became the women in Sally's bed -- the object of her considerable lust.

The following week, Sally had a small cold and decided to stay home alone over the weekend. Jennifer couldn't believe the deep sense of disappointment she had felt over that. The Saturday nights they unknowingly shared were becoming an all consuming obsession.

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Jennifer's face paled at the sight that greeted her eyes a short week later. She had heard about such things but neither understood them or ever thought she would. Sally was face down on her bed, her hands and arms tightly bound together by thin white cord. A small black gag filled her mouth, the center of which held a tiny red ball. Her legs were spread wide apart, chained to a thin wooden pole that kept them that way.

"Take it bitch!" the salt and pepper haired woman said as she held on to the strap on cock between her legs and pressed it against the gap between Sally's cheeks. "You know you want it."

Dressed in a leather outfit that left her large breasts hanging free, the 50 year old woman pushed harder until the head of her rubber cock began to disappear into Sally's wet pussy. The Chinese woman bucked up and down as her captor pushed inch after inch inside of her.

"Oh baby, you know you love it" Rose Marie said as she slid the full length into her helpless captive.

Sally's voice was muffled by the gag, but the look in her eyes told volumes. Yes, she did love it.

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Sally's love of toys was never more evident a week later when she shared her bed with a 25 year old athletic blonde with fire-gold hair named Kelly. A long hard double-ended dildo connected the two woman as they rocked each other to orgasm after orgasm. In Jennifer's sizzling dreams that night, she was the woman on the other side of that artificial cock.

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Melissa was the next woman's name. She had long waist length hair that was a sort of blonde/brunette cross and a delightful 35C bust. Their lovemaking that night was somewhat more conventional but inspiring none the less.

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Finally there was Terresa, a tall full figured blonde who showed that given the mood, Sally could be dominant as well as submissive.

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In the two months since Jennifer's nocturnal voyeurism had begun, she had undergone some major changes in her thinking. There was a time that she would've thought of any woman who had so many different lovers as a slut, pure and simple. Now it just seemed to her that Sally was just living an adventurous sex life. What really amazed her was the way that Sally could keep the different aspects of her life apart.

For most of the week she was in every aspect a pillar of the community. A tireless and dedicated nurse who not only put in long hours at the hospital but also spent part of her day off at the free clinic downtown. Then come Saturday night it was as if she only had to throw a switch and be transformed into a dynamo of lesbian lust.

"Excuse me, does Sally Yee live here?" said a strong feminine voice from behind Jennifer as she worked in the garden.

Jennifer looked up from her work to see a tall black woman standing on the other side of the bushes. At least 5'9", she had very dark skin which formed a perfect contrast with exquisitely styled white hair. The woman, who introduced herself as Dr. Cheryl Barrret, had one of the prettiest faces that Jennifer had ever seen on any woman and was also blessed with a body just as perfect. If she hadn't introduced herself as a doctor, Jennifer would've put her occupation as a model.

"Yes, Sally lives here." Jennifer replied as she wiped her hands on the wet washrag she always kept around when she did yard work. "But I'm afraid that she's not home yet."

"Oh, that's too bad." Cheryl said as she glanced at her watch. "I was hoping to catch her before I had to go to work."

"Well she should be home in about a half hour." Jennifer offered as she glanced at her own watch. "You're welcome to wait if you want. Can I offer you some lemonade or something?"

"That sounds fine, thank you." Cheryl said with a smile. "As long as I'm not keeping you from anything."

"Not at all," Jennifer said as she opened the door to the kitchen. "I was just about to knock off anyway. Make yourself comfortable."

Through the large kitchen window, Jennifer watched as the well dressed woman took a seat on the porch. A tall, cold drink in each hand, she quickly joined her.

"Do you also work at Metropolitan?" Jennifer asked as she watched the woman take a sip of the drink.

"No, I have a private practice." the 37 year old replied. "But I do have rights at the hospital. This is excellent lemonade by the way."

"Thanks." Jennifer said. "It's a recipe my Grandmother taught me."

As they each took another taste, Jennifer couldn't help but wonder if Cheryl would be the woman she saw when she looked through her peephole tomorrow night. A large part of her hoped it was. The woman was beautiful, there was no concealing that. Not even the stylish but conservative white blouse and matching blue jacket and skirt could hide the ample endowments beneath them.

Jennifer had never seen a naked black woman. There had been no black girls in her classes back in school and Jack's taste in adult entertainment didn't run in that direction. She wondered what Cheryl's nipples looked like, if they were large or small. Or even if they were darker than the rest of her skin. Hopefully, she would have the chance to find out.

That was something else new that Jennifer had discovered about herself in the last ten weeks. The 38 year old couldn't look at a woman anymore, even her oldest and closest friends, without imaginingg what they looked like naked.

The two women chatted about innocuous subjects and twenty minutes passed quickly. Out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer spotted Sally coming down the street.

"Here she is now." she remarked as she stood up and waved to get the Asian woman's attention. "Sally, back here." she called out.

Smiling, Sally followed the stone walk to the patio. The smile changed to a startled look when she spotted Cheryl.

"Cheryl!" she said, the surprise in her voice evident.

"I'm sorry to stop by unannounced." the tall woman said as she rose to her feet. "But I really didn't want to just leave a message on your answering machine."

"Is something wrong?" Sally asked, the surprise in her voice quickly changing to concern.

"No, nothing like that." Cheryl answered quickly. "Actually, it's good news. I've been offered a chance to take part in a two week seminar with Dr. Simon Nickols. One of the other participants had to bow out at the last minute. "

"That's great." Sally said, her face lighting up.

Jennifer had no idea who this Dr. Nickols was, but it was obvious from Sally's reaction that he was someone important.

"The problem is that I have to be in San Francisco by tomorrow. My flight leaves in about three hours."

"So what's the problem, get on the plane." Sally said.

"Tomorrow night...remember?" Cheryl said. "The ....."

She stopped in mid-sentence as she remembered Jennifer was there with them.

"It's okay," Sally said, guessing the reason for Cheryl's sudden pause. "Jennifer knows I'm a lesbian."

"Oh," the dark skinned woman said, looking at Jennifer for a moment and then turning her attention back to Sally. "Tomorrow night is the dance."

Her emphasis on 'the dance' told Jennifer that this was no ordinary function. Quietly she stood there, hoping to hear more.

"Don't worry about that." Sally replied. "You just get on that plane."

"I'm really sorry, I know how much you were looking forward to it." Cheryl said in her most apologetic tone. "It's too late for you to ask anyone else and ..."

"Don't think another minute about that." Sally said as she pressed a long slender finger to Cheryl's bright red lips. "You just go and have a great time."

"You're sure?" Cheryl said.

"Go!" Sally said in a forceful yet caring tone.

She planted a quick kiss on Cheryl's cheek and whispered something in her ear. Without another word, the tall blue suited woman turned and walked to her car.

As soon as she was out of sight, the look of support on Sally's face faded and Jennifer could see the slightest look of disappointment in its place.

"I guess this dance was pretty important." Jennifer said. "And I'm assuming Cheryl was your date for the evening."

"Yes to both." Sally answered. "The dance is sponsored by the Sean McMurphy Memorial Fund. It's one of the biggest events of the year in our circle of friends.

"And I guess it goes without saying that it's a couples only event and all your friends are already matched up." Jennifer added.

Sally's expression signaled agreement.

"So I guess you'll have to find a new date by tomorrow night."

"That's easier said than done." Sally sighed, the measure of disappointment very evident.

"Oh, I don't know." Jennifer countered. "I really don't have any plans for the weekend."

"What?" Sally said a little surprised.

"I said, I'm free for the weekend." Jennifer repeated. "And it's been ages since I've gone dancing. I'd love to go with you. Unless of course I'm not the type of woman that you'd like to be seen with?"

"Oh no, of course not." Sally said. "It's just that I never considered the idea that you'd want to go. I mean, its just a dance and all, but I think most straight women would be afraid of being labeled 'lesbian by association.' Of course it's being held out in Tompkins County so there's little chance of anyone you know seeing you here."

Jennifer's proposal that she go with Sally had been so spur of the moment, she'd never considered the idea that someone she knew might see her at such an event. If she had considered that idea, she might not have made the suggestion. The knowledge that the dance was being held in a town almost a hundred miles away saved the brunette the embarrassment of trying to back out of her rash idea.

"I'd love for you to come with me." Sally said with a bright smile. "But don't you think Jack would have a problem with it. I mean, he doesn't even know about me and from what I've observed, he's not the most liberal person I've ever met."

"Oh don't worry about Jack." Jennifer said as the idea of attending the dance with Sally began to become more and more attractive. "What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Besides, he's going to be away on a business trip this weekend."

What Jennifer didn't mention was that going along with Jack on his business trip was his 22 year old secretary. Over the last few months, she had become sure that she was taking a most particular form of dictation from her husband. She'd met Karen a few times and it was obvious that the big breasted blonde was hired more for her measurements than her intellect. Sometimes, stereotypes did prove true.

"I guess it would be all right then." Sally concluded. "As long as you're sure that you won't feel too uncomfortable going to a dance where there are only other women to dance with."

"Hey, it'll be just like back in high school." Jennifer laughed. Of course, back in high school it was only the boys trying to get in her pants.

Saturday morning, Jennifer practically threw Jack out of the house and set him on his way. By the time he was out of the shower, she'd had his overnight bag waiting by the door and breakfast waiting in the kitchen.

Over a quick meal of pancakes and sausages, Jennifer casually mentioned that she was going to a medical association dinner with Sally that night. She said that the doctor that was originally going with Sally had be called away and that as long as the seat was already paid for, it was a crime to let it go to waste. So if Jack called that night, she would be out.

"After all, since you and Karen will be wrapped up in business meetings all weekend, there's no need for me to sit home alone." Jennifer said as she cleared the dishes.

A guilty look flashed across Jack's face that only helped confirm Jennifer's suspicions. The mention that Karen was going with him on the overnight trip upset Jack enough for him to simply accept Jennifer's plans at face value and to hope she didn't dwell too much on her presence.

Jennifer spent a good part of the afternoon at her favorite beauty salon getting her hair done. In retrospect, she wished she'd gone to one on the other side of town. The beautician who was cutting her hair was a friend of a friend and much too nosy to suit Jennifer's taste. When asked what kind of event she needed her hair done up for, Jennifer had said a dinner dance and expected to leave it at that. Instead, the girl then proceded to ask a hundred questions that simply were none of her business. Still, the inquisition had been worth it, her hair looked incredible. She hoped Sally appreciated it.

After a small lunch while she was still downtown, Jennifer returned home to get ready for the evening. Prudence called for a warm bath in place of the shower Jennifer usually enjoyed. After all, it would be pretty silly to spend so much money on her hair only to stick it under a showerhead. Running the water until it was a comfortable temperature, Jennifer took care of more practical toiletries while she waited.

Five minutes later, Jennifer eased herself into the oversized tub. The heat of the water felt good as it penetrated her body. She should take the time to do this more often, she told herself. The tub was wide and long enough that she could stretch her whole body out.

After a few minutes of just soaking and enjoying the warmth, Jennifer began to wash with a large bar of perfumed soap. The hot water felt good as it splashed across her breasts. She ran her soapy fingers across her large mounds, playing with her nipples. A familiar tingle brought a smile to her face.

Closing her bright green eyes, Jennifer imagined that she wasn't alone in the tub. It was something that she often fantasized. The only change this time was that it was Sally's image that filled her mind instead of some nameless, faceless lover.

Jennifer slid the bar of soap down between her legs and began rubbing the wet mound. Somehow, the image of an actual person in her mind made her familiar practice that much more enjoyable. Letting the pink 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. A familiarity with her own body dating back to when she was twelve brought her quickly to the edge of bliss.

The 38 year old leaned back against the soft plastic cushion built against the head of the tub, her eyes still tightly closed, lost in the moment. All that existed at that moment was the warmth of the water, the pleasure between her legs, and the image of her lover in her mind -- a mixture of fantasy and reality.

It wasn't long before Jennifer's body began to trembled as her orgasm was upon her. 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, something Jack had never come to understand in the twenty odd years they'd been together. Usually, the moment he had climaxed, he was up and out of her and on his way to sleep. Of course in this instance, Jack was ever so far from her thoughts.

Eventually, the water and Jennifer's fires began to cool and she lifted herself out of the tub. Dripping water, she stepped up and out of the tub and onto the carpeted floor. She retrieved a large bath towel from the wall bar and began to dry herself.

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

"Not bad Jenn, not bad at all." the brunette mused to herself. "Jack really should take a good look at what he's tossing away."

If she was totally honest, Jennifer would admit to herself that yes, Karen did have a much hotter body that she did. Yes, her breasts were both bigger and firmer and her ass and legs lacked the extras, small as they might be, the years had put on Jennifer. Yet the one area where Jennifer had it all over her younger rival was that Jennifer's body came with a brain -- and that was the ultimate sexual organ. If Jack didn't appreciate what he had and was willing to toss it all away, well screw him. Better yet, let Karen take care of that little chore. They were long past the staying together for the kids sake stage. It was time that Jennifer saw what else life had to offer.

"Jennifer?" Sally called out as she knocked on the open door and stepped into the living room. "Jennifer, are you ready?" she called out a second time.

"Be right down." came a voice from up the stairs in the direction of the bedroom. "Make yourself comfortable."

Taking a seat on the couch, Sally was careful to adjust her dress. The black gown had cost her more than any dress she had ever owned. Low cut in the front, putting her milky white breasts on display in the most tasteful way possible, it had an equally plunging back which made it fortunate that she almost never wore a bra. Only a thin half support held her bosom in check.

A string of perfect white pearls hung around her neck, a gift left to her from her late grandmother. Her family had been furious when they discovered that the priceless family heirloom had been left to their disowned daughter. Grandmother Hsu had been the only one in her family not to disown her. After surviving a civil war, interrupted temporarily by a world war and then fleeing to a strange new land where she had to start a new life, Hsu Chi-wang was not about to also lose her favorite granddaughter as she had lost so much in her life. She may not have understood the forces that drove Sau-ling to make the decisions she had, but she loved her enough to respect them.

For the twentieth time, Sally checked her reflection in the large mirror hanging over the fireplace. Tonight was so very important and she wanted to look perfect. Like Jennifer, she had spent part of the afternoon getting her hair done, although with a more cooperative hairstylist. Her long silken black hair had been weaved into an elaborate hairstyle. She wore only the barest traces of makeup, just enough to highlight her natural beauty. A pair of small pearl earrings that she had bought for herself when she graduated nursing school completed her accessories.

Again satisfied with her appearance, Sally reminded herself how lucky she was to have a friend like Jennifer Sutherland. She would've died if she had to cancel going to tonight's event. After the dinner dance tonight she would officially be one of "The Sisterhood."

An organization older than she was, it was sort of like a sorority for lesbians and bisexual women. A sisterhood where you could turn to for help in any number of areas from emotional to financial to professional. Cheryl had proposed her for membership a year ago and if she didn't attend the dinner tonight, it would be a year before there was another one.

"Ready." Jennifer said as she walked into the room.

So wrapped up in her thoughts, Sally didn't hear Jennifer come down the stars. Now that she had her attention, it hit her like a sledgehammer.

"Oh my lord!" Sally exclaimed as she turned and watched Jennifer enter the room.

Jennifer stood in the center of the double doorway wearing an emerald jade evening dress that matched her eyes. Not as low cut as Sally's, it was covered in back by a pair of cris-crossing straps. The bottom of the gown stretched almost to the floor but was slit up the sides allowing both ease of moment as well as a view of the long legs beneath it. Around her neck, Jennifer wore a gold herringbone chain which drew attention to the valley of her breasts. Twin diamonds in a gold setting hung from each of her earlobes, sparking from the overhead lights.

"Too much?" Jennifer asked.

"Oh no, not at all." Sally replied, regaining her power of speech. "It's just that I've never seen you like this. The effect is, to say the least, breathtaking."

"Why thank you." Jennifer smiled, exposing pearl white teeth beneath her soft red lips. "But it is getting late and it's a long drive. Shouldn't we get going?"

"You're right." Sally said as she picked up the night wrap she had draped across the couch.

Jennifer breathed a sigh of relief as she took her own wrap from out of the closet. Sally had said that the dinner was formal but she was afraid that she had gone overboard. It had been fun getting all dressed up, a chance to put herself on display. The last two times she and Jack had been out, it had been to functions where a simple dress or a pants suit were more in order. She hadn't worn this gown in years and was happily surprised when she took it out last night and found it still fit.

The drive out to Tompkins County took just under two hours. The actual dinner-dance was being held outside of town in what appeared to be from the outside a Victorian mansion that had seen better years. On the way over, Sally had explained to Jennifer about the Sisterhood. Partly to let her know exactly what she was getting into and partly to give her one last chance to back out.

"Is there some kind of ceremony?" Jennifer had asked, visions of some kind of lesbian orgy vivid in her mind.

"Not really." Sally said. "At least not much of one. Just attending the event is ceremony enough. When you sit down, you find a small red velvet box with a gold pin at your table setting. After the welcome, your date pins you and you are a member. It's rather simple, but I think that its beauty is in that simplicity."

Jennifer's initial conclusion about the dilapidated condition of the old house proved to be oh so totally wrong. From the outside, yes it did look like an old house which stood alone on a dozen acres. The type of building that fills many a teen fright film. Once inside however, you stepped into another age.

The walls of every room were warm and colorful. Paintings of a variety of women filled the halls, brightly illuminated by the light of crystal chandeliers. A long corridor led to what must've once originally been a ballroom. It had been restored to its original 19th century splendor.

At the entranceway stood a dozen young women dressed in white. They were busy checking names on a master list and directing people to seating assignments.

"This is amazing." Jennifer whispered to Sally. "I've never seen a place like this."

"This is nothing." Sally answered almost inaudibly. "Cheryl told me that they have some sort of resort in the Caribbean where they have an even more spectacular place."

Their quiet conversation was cut short as they reached the long check-in table and a tall cute blonde took Sally's name. Noting the gold check next to Sally's name, the blonde's smile grew even brighter as she welcomed the two women yet again and offered her congratulations. She then directed them to a table on the far right of the room.

At the table, there were small placards with seating assignments. Thankfully, theirs simply said Sally Yee and guest. Jennifer worried for a moment that her's might have Cheryls name on it. Next to the plate in front of Sally's chair was a small red velvet box, the only one on the table. Glancing around her, Jennifer saw a few other table with the single red box. Evidently they had scattered any new inductees among older members. A good practice she thought.

"Would either of you ladies like a drink?" one of the white garbed young women asked as she pulled out the two chairs for them to sit.

"Yes, thank you." Sally said as she moved to their seat. "Jennifer?" she asked, turning to her friend.

The blonde attendant wrote down both Jennifer's and Sally's orders on a small notepad she wore around her neck. A few minutes later, a third girl appeared with the drinks. Jennifer hadn't gotten service this good in five star restaurants.

"Thank you." Jennifer said as she took her drink.

It was then that she noted that all of the serving girls were long haired blondes. It made for a nice effect.

"It's nice to see you again, Sally." the waitress said as she placed the drink in front of the Asian woman.

That was when it hit Jennifer.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed in her mind. "That's the girl from Sally's room."

Sure enough it was, the one that Jennifer had thought so resembled the teenager from that old sitcom. Up close like this, it was obvious that she was indeed of legal age.

'It's nice to see you too, Maureen." Sally said, returning the girl's smile.

"Is there something wrong?" Sally asked as she noticed the momentary discomfort on her guest's face.

"No, everything's fine." Jennifer quickly answered. "I'm just trying to take everything in. This is all very exciting."

Larger groups of women began to fill the room and it wasn't long before most of the tables were filled -- theirs included. The other four couples at their table were a varied combination of ages and races. All of them were very pleasant and welcomed the two of them to the dinner.

Jennifer noted that everyone seemed to be waiting for something before starting dinner. A glance in Sally's direction invoked the response that they were waiting for their hostess.

A few minutes later, the clock chimed eight and a tall white haired woman strode in through the huge double doors. Jennifer thought she was in her mid-fifties and was stunned to learn that she had just passed her 70th birthday. Her dress was simple yet elegant. Her only adornment was round gold rimmed glasses.

Walking side-by-side with the woman were two young women in the same simple white outfits the blondes had worn. Only in this case, both of the new arrivals were brunettes.

In answer to her unspoken question, one of the older members identified the woman as Miss Scarlett McMurphy -- the founder of the Sisterhood and its leader since the mid 1950's.

"Ladies." Scarlett said as she reached her own place at her table, which was identical to every other table. "I'd like to welcome all of my sisters, both old and new."

Bursts of applause erupted from every table, testament to the esteem in which the older woman was held by all.

"I raise this glass in welcome to our newest sisters." Scarlett said in a surprisingly strong voice as she lifted a glass of white wine off the table. "May they be acolytes no longer and instead be counted among us as true Sisters."

With that, the attention of all the members turned to the acolytes seated at their tables. With renewed enthusiasm they applauded as each remembered their own induction. Jennifer was unsure how to react until she saw a few of the women pick up the small red boxes and open them. Remembering what Sally had told her in the car on the trip up here about the initiation ceremony, she likewise followed suit.

Inside the velvet box was a small gold rose. It was a simple design, its significance far outweighing its worth. Sally had stood up by this point, beaming at her moment of fame. Imitating the women she saw at the other tables, Jennifer took the gold pin and attached it to Sally's gown. That simple act was followed by an even more thunderous applause.

Retaking their seats, the women heard Scarlett complete the simple ceremony with an invocation that they should always be as they are now - friends and equals.

No sooner had Scarlett retaken her seat when two dozen of the white clad blondes appeared, each bearing plates with what was to prove to be a most appetizing dinner.

Near the end of dinner, another face familiar to Jennifer came up to the table and embraced Sally. The two woman exchanged friendly kisses and hugs.

"Oh Sally mon amour, je suis si heureuse pour toi. Maintenant que nous sommes soeurs tu dois venir me rendre visite a Montreal." the young woman said as she hugged Sally once more.

"Je le ferai, ma cherie. Peut-etre cet ete." Sally answered as she kissed Maria again on her cheek.

Suddenly, Jennifer felt like the proverbial fifth wheel. Then almost as if Sally could read her mind she turned to her and smiled.

"Would you like to dance?" Sally suddenly asked Jennifer as Marie went on to speak with someone else.

"I'd love to." Jennifer replied.

Once out on the dance floor, Jennifer became all too aware of the nearness of Sally's body to her own. Glancing down, she could see down the valley of her breasts in the revealing dress and she experienced a rapid flush. It wasn't the first time she'd danced with another woman but it was the first time she'd been sexually excited by doing so. She could feel the warmth of Sally's skin beneath her hand and the gentle touch of her cheek against her own.

"I do want to thank you again for coming here with me." Sally whispered. "This means so much to me."

"I'm glad." Jennifer replied. "I'm having a wonderful time. I'm glad I came along."

"You're as good a dancer as you are a friend." Sally complemented.

"That goes both ways." was Jenn's answer.

The slow song went on as the two women swayed across the dance floor in each other grasp. It felt so right and natural, and best of all, in this company no one would give them a second glance except in admiration.

"You smell so nice." Sally said as the sweet aroma of Jennifer's perfume filled her. "I've always loved that scent."

"I'll have to get you some." Jennifer suggested.

The music ended and with it the dance. Jennifer and Sally slowly, hesitantly broke their embrace. They stood there, inches apart until Jennifer impulsively kissed Sally.

The brief touch of her lips against Jennifer's took Sally by surprise. It was as pleasing as it was unexpected.

"That's just my little congratulations as well." said Jennifer in hindsight.

"Can I cut in?" a tall redhead said as the music began to start up again and she held out her hand to Sally.

"It's okay, I'll just wait back at the table." Jennifer said as she began to step away from Sally.

"Nonsense," the redhead said. "We'll just switch partners." she added as she motioned to the older woman she'd been dancing with.

Before Jennifer could comment, the redhead's previous dance partner had taken her in hand and led her to another section of the dance floor. The dance was another slow one and as she put her arms around Jennifer she asked if she should lead.

"Please do." Jennifer replied, thinking what the hell, she might as well enjoy the night as much as she could. And she was enjoying herself.

"So where has Sally been hiding you." the black and gray haired woman said as they moved across the floor.

"Oh we're just friends." Jennifer answered. "I'm not...I mean...."

"It's all right, I understand." the 50 year woman said with a smile. "But I can't shake the feeling that we've met somewhere before."

"Oh I'm sure we haven't." Jennifer insisted.

"I guess you're right." she agreed. "I know I would've remembered a pretty woman such as yourself. My name's Rose by the way."

"It's nice to meet you Rose." Jennifer smiled, enjoying both the dance and the sudden memory of the orgasm she had enjoyed as she watched Rose Marie fuck her friend.

As wonderful as the night had been, it had to end eventually. It was long after one in the morning when the party finally started to break up. Everyone was saying their farewells among a bevy of kisses and hugs.

"Are you ready?" Sally asked Jennifer as she waved good-bye to a woman across the room.

"Yes. I can't remember the last time I felt so exhausted and so exhilarated at the same time." Jennifer replied. "I had so much fun."

"No wonder you're wiped out." Sally laughed. "You must've danced with almost every woman in the place. Everyone kept asking who you were. A few even asked me for your phone number."

"You didn't?" Jennifer asked in mock horror.

"No, I just said you were unavailable." Sally grinned.

"Good." was Jennifer's reply in mock relief. "I really hadn't planned on dancing so much, but once I got started I couldn't stop."

"Well as long as you had fun." Sally said. "We'd better get to the motel, it's really late "

"That was a good idea you had, renting a room so we wouldn't have to drive all the way home." Jennifer said. "I think I'd fall asleep behind the wheel."

"We definitely wouldn't want that." Sally said.

The Oakdale Heights Motel was only a quarter mile down the road and they were there in ten minutes. If the desk clerk thought it strange that two women in evening wear had reserved a room for the night he gave it no mention. All he cared was that they had paid in advance for the room for the whole night which was a lot more than most of his customers did. They were more interested in the hourly rate, or in the case of many of the teenagers -- the half hour rate.

"Well it's not much, but it's a soft bed and running water." Sally said as she stepped into the room.

"You can have the running water, I'll take the soft bed." Jennifer said as she followed Sally into the room.

"All right, I'll wash up first." Sally said as she took her overnight bag and stepped into the very small bathroom.

Sally exited the bathroom ten minutes later wearing a short blue teddy and nothing else. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material and the bottom of the small outfit barely extended below her exposed pussy.

"All yours." she said as she tossed her bag on the floor alongside the bed. "You have any preference?" she asked, indicating the twin beds.

"No, I'll take whatever's left." Jennifer called out from the bathroom.

Cleaning up took only a few minutes and the splash of water against her face helped clear Jennifer's head. It was a good thing that Sally did the driving over here because Jennifer was sure she'd had too much to drink. It wasn't as if she was drunk or anything but better to not take any chances.

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a cotton nightshirt that she had packed. She held it up in front of her in the mirror and looked at her reflection.

"Now that's boring." she said to herself. "But thankfully I packed more than one."

With that she pulled out a sheer pink chemise and matching coat. It was an old habit that she'd developed over the years. She'd always carry something plain in her overnight bag which gave Jack a non-verbal message that she wasn't in the mood. If she ever came into a bedroom with full pajamas he might as well grab his pillow and head for the couch. There had been a lot of those pajama nights over the last year.

Wrapping the coat around her, she exited the bathroom and walked across the room to the bed on the far right. She took off the coat, which was after all mainly worn for effect and stood highlighted in front of the night table lamp. The chemise was even sheerer than Sally's teddy and as she stood sideways, her ample breasts were clearly visible.

"Goodnight." she said as she crawled into the bed.

"Goodnight Jennifer." Sally said as she watched her friend in the light.

"Shit!" Jennifer suddenly called out as she jumped up in bed.

"What's wrong?" Sally called out as she also jumped up.

"The damn bed's broken." Jennifer called out. "One of the springs is sticking out of the mattress."

Pulling back the sheets, Jennifer exposed the broken spring. It was sticking a good inch out of the mattress.

"Well I can't sleep here." Jennifer noted.

"I'll call the front office, maybe they have some kind of roll-away bed or something." Sally suggested.

"Forget that, I've slept on one of those things once -- never again." Jennifer answered.

"Well, these beds are pretty large, you're welcome to share mine." Sally finally offered.

A quick look of concern flashed across Jennifer's face as she considered the idea. A look that didn't go unnoticed by Sally.

"If that's a problem, I'd be happy to take the roll-out and give you this bed." she added.

"No, it's not a problem." Jennifer finally smiled. "Not a problem at all. If I can put up with Jack's snoring I can put up with anyone."

Sally shifted over and made room for her friend on the left side of the bed. It wasn't long before both women were fast asleep. A sleep that was calm for Sally but troubled for Jennifer.

It wasn't that Jennifer didn't trust Sally that caused her to pause before sharing a bed, it was that she really didn't trust herself. Weeks of imagining that she was Sally's lover had taken their toll on her self-control. And tonight, as they danced together, everyone who watched them assumed that they were indeed lovers.

The erotic dreams of the past two months returned with what sleep Jennifer got. If anything they were now more intense as she now had bits of personality to match up to the faces that before had only been sexual images. She imaged herself licking away at Maureen's pussy while Marie performed a similar service on Jennifer's. While Marie licked at her clit, the rest of Jenn's pussy was being assaulted by Rose Marie and her artificial manhood. The Philippine and Japanese women who she didn't see at the dance also returned -- each lovingly caressing one of her breasts. Finally out of the corner of her eye, she could see Sally. Totally nude, she was sitting at the feet of Scarlett McMurphy, who is turn was idly playing with Sally's breasts as she watched Jennifer and all her lovers.

"Oh my!" Jennifer said to herself as she snapped awake, her body covered in a film of sweat. "That was the most intense dream I've ever had."

But the half naked body pressed against her wasn't a dream. The small teddy Sally wore had been pushed up during the night, exposing her pussy to the night air. The illumination from the night light they'd left on was more than enough to give Jennifer a clear view. She had seen Sally nude so many times these last two months, but the feelings racing through her had never been this intense before. Her heart was racing and she wondered what it would be like to just touch her. Fate had thrown them together in a way that could make it possible. She would never get another chance like this.

"If I nudge up against her, I can always act like I'm doing it in my sleep." she thought.

Rolling over, Jennifer draped her arm around Sally's sleeping form, just like she had done a thousand nights with Jack. She shifted and hugged her body up against Sally. A smile filled her face as she felt the warmth of Sally's back through the thin material that covered her own breasts.

"This feel so nice." Jennifer thought again as she extended her left arm and hand along Sally's side, bringing it to a rest on her exposed stomach.

Taking a deep silent breath, Jennifer glided them upward under Sally's teddy until her fingers reached the underside of her left mound. The Asian woman's skin was so warm and soft to the touch. Hesitantly, listening for any sign of her wakening, Jennifer cupped the breast and softly squeezed.

"Oh!" Jennifer moaned wordlessly as the supple flesh gave way under the slightest pressure.

Carefully she began to massage Sally's mound, her fingers caressing the dark nipple. Feeling the nipple grow hard and erect under her touch, Jennifer became bolder.

Her eyes tightly closed, both to mimic sleep and to allow her to enjoy every tactile sensation without distraction, Jennifer reluctantly released Sally's breast and lowered her hand until it came to a rest on Sally's leg. The older woman had to suppress another sigh as her fingers made contact with the tightly trimmed hair between her smooth legs, concentrating instead on guiding it to the deep valley in the center of it. Electric sparks seemed to shoot up her fingers and through her arm as they brushed across Sally's clit. Carefully she brought them back across the tiny nub a second and third time. The only reaction from a still sleeping Sally was a soft murmur which Jennifer was more than willing to take as a sign of encouragement.

"Guess it's time to go for broke." Jennifer thought as her finger pressed against the center of Sally's pussy and parted the sensitive lips.

With a boldness she didn't have minutes before, Jennifer quickly located Sally's clit and began to rub against it. It only took a few minutes for her finger to become covered with Sally's juices and a quiet moan issued from the sleeping woman's lips.

A sudden louder moan caused a cold panic to flash through Jennifer's body, draining instantly the warmth she had been enjoying. Sure that Sally was waking up, she began to withdraw her finger.

Her slender fingers froze and became as cold as ice as she felt Sally's hand close on her's, restricting her movement.

"Don't stop." Sally whispered without turning her head.

"What?" Jennifer gasped.

"I said don't stop." Sally repeated, this time turning to face the other woman. "It feels so good."

"Sally I was just......I mean...." Jennifer stuttered.

"You were just doing what felt good." Sally said, a smile evident in the dim light. "You don't have to stop. I want you to go on."

Jennifer looked into Sally's eyes and saw an understanding that she had never seen in Jack's eyes. Her most secret fantasy was within her grasp. All she had to do was reach out and take it.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" she asked.

"If you don't...I'll kiss you." Sally grinned.

Leaning over, Jennifer pressed her lips against Sally's, an act she had fantasized about endlessly since that morning Sally had shared her secret with her. Their first kiss was brief, just the barest touch of soft flesh against flesh, the type of kiss you would give a sister. Jennifer took a moment to savor the sensation, then kissed Sally again. This time it was the kiss of a lover -- long and deep. She felt Sally's mouth open, allowing her tongue easy access. Their tongues met and began to dart in and out of each other's mouths.

The soft wetness of their touch sent a spark of excitement though the older woman. Closing her eyes, she felt the caress of the younger woman's tongue as it explored the inner reaches of her mouth.

For long minutes the two exchanged tongues, striving to drive them deeper with each new kiss, tasting the sweetness of each other. Sally then broke away and began to trail kisses down Jennifer's neck, up behind her ears, then down to her shoulders. Jennifer arched her head back to give Sally greater access, closing her eyes and savoring the gentle stroke of the younger woman's tongue.

"Do you want to go on?" Sally whispered into Jennifer's ear as she kissed it as well.

"Oh yes!" Jennifer gushed without hesitation. "I want to love you. I've never wanted to love someone so much that it hurt."

Sally's reply was a warm smile and the placement of Jennifer's hand on her now exposed breast.

The unspoken invitation broke down the last of Jennifer's inhibitions. She bought her mouth down to Sally's breast and kissed it softly. Again and again she kissed it until she had covered every inch of the warm flesh. Then her attention turned to the hard dark nipple, running the tip of her tongue over it and around the equally dark circle. She repeated this a few more times before taking it into her eager mouth.

"Mmmm" Jennifer moaned, a sentiment shared by Sally as she leaned back and enjoyed the attention.

Jennifer was ecstatic to discover that the feel of another woman's breast in her mouth was all that she'd imagined it would be. For long minutes she continued to feast on that mound of delight, then moved over to its twin. Whichever breast was denied the warm embrace of her mouth was rewarded with the soft touch of her hand. She continued to alternate between the two, feeling the nipples grow even harder with each sucking.

As she laid back and enjoyed the attention given her breasts, Sally had reached down between Jennifer's own legs and traced the outline of her womanhood. Jennifer sighed loudly as she felt Sally's fingers enter her. The first time anyone other than Jack had ever touched her there. A touch that was so different, so gentle and at the same time so familiar. It was almost as if it was her own hand, privy to all the secret places within her.

With each passionate breath, Sally slid her fingers in and out, coating them with a steady supply of lubricant. Jennifer meanwhile was still feasting on those beautiful mounds, trying to take more of them into her mouth with each attempt.

Following Sally's lead, Jennifer also reached down and began to caress the younger woman's pussy, taking up the task she had abandoned what seemed hours before. She quickly found the spot she had left off at and the two woman began to enjoy the ministrations of each others hands.

Now it was Sally's turn to enjoy the fruits of Jennifer's bounty. With her free hand she exposed the older woman's ample endowments and brought them within reach of her more experienced tongue. The combination of her skillful fingers and tongue was enough to send delightful spasms throughout Jennifer's body, expanding ripples with grew with each passing moment.

"Oh Yes, Oh Yes!" Jennifer called out as the convulsions of her body quickly grew to an intensity that foretold an orgasm.

Feeling her body tensing, Sally redoubled her efforts and drove Jennifer over the edge. As she felt her vaginal muscles lock around her fingers, she bit down on the nipple in her mouth -- sending an intoxicating mixture of pain/pleasure rippling across Jennifer's quaking breast.

"Oh Shit, Sally!" she screamed loud enough to be heard in the next room. "Fuck me, fuck me so hard!"

With that, Sally let Jennifer's breast fall from her lips and while still pumping her fingers in and out as fast as she could, threw her entire body on top of her. Sally's mouth pressed against Jennifer's, muffling her cries.

It wasn't until she felt Jennifer's body go limp beneath her that she released her grip. Kissing Jennifer again, this time soft and tenderly, Sally whispered comforting words of love.

"That was so incredible." Jennifer finally said as she regained her breath.

Sally grinned as she stroked the hair on Jennifer's sweat stained brow. "Now that we're broken the ice, so to speak, are you ready to see how good it can really be?" she asked.

Jennifer's eyes opened wide in astonishment. "You mean it gets better?" she asked in disbelief.

"Rest up a few minutes, and we'll see how much better it can get." Sally replied as she ran her fingers down between the valley between Jennifer's breasts.

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"Oh yes....yes !!!" Jennifer screamed as Sally's nimble tongue once more stretched up and caressed her clit.

Sally was laying between Jennifer's legs, her hands pressing tightly against the older woman's ass, her face pressed hard against her bushy wet mound. Jennifer couldn't believe what she'd been missing all these years. On those rare occasions that Jack had performed cunnilingus on her, it had been a lackluster event -- not much better than masturbation. Sally, on the other hand, attacked the core of her sexuality with a vengeance, sparking fires within Jennifer that she had long thought gone forever.

"More, more!" she called out as she shifted position to give her lover even better access.

The sweet perfume of Jennifer's pussy was intoxicating to Sally. More so by the knowledge that she was savoring an ambrosia she knew no other woman had ever partaken of. She was determined to give her friend a climax she would remember to her dying day.

Faster and faster her tongue twirled around Jennifer's excited clit, alternating between soft strokes and hard licks. Each caress brought a tasty treat into her mouth, a harbinger of the feast yet to come.

As much as she wanted to just lean back against the headboard and enjoy Sally's skillful attentions, Jennifer was more interested in being an active participant. She shifted her body and laid out across Sally in a classic sixty-nine position. She lowered her face between Sally's legs and planted a soft kiss on the center of her mound. Then with as much tenderness as she could muster, she used a free hand to part the twin walls that hid Sally's priceless pearl.

She took a moment to savor the aroma, the first time she had been close enough to appreciate the scent of another woman

"I could really get used to this." Jennifer thought as she tried to mimic the expert attention her own pussy was getting.

As Sally continued to lick away, Jennifer reached down and began to probe Sally's own mound with her fingers. She wasn't surprised to find it already very wet. Lubricating her fingers with the wetness, she slid them inside. Sally responded to this entry with a gentle, playful nibble on Jennifer's clit, sending a sudden jolt up from her crotch. A second finger followed the first, then a third. In no time at all, Jennifer had all three fingers buried in Sally up past the second knuckle. Like a tiny cock, she pumped them in and out, keeping time with the movement of Sally's tongue.

After a little while, Jennifer moved to replace her fingers with her mouth. Eager for her first taste of another woman, she buried her face between Sally's legs. A fire fueled by anticipation raged within her. Slowly, sensually, wanting to treasure this moment, Jennifer slid her tongue within Sally's pearl and took her first taste of womanhood.

Swallowing her first taste of another woman, Jennifer was pleased to find it different than her own which she had tasted on numerous occasions. It made her realize that each woman was different and special. After a few minutes, her anticipation but not her fire cooled and the brunette steadied into a relaxed rhythm. An action rewarded by soft moans from Sally. It felt so good to be able to take her time now, to stretch each pleasing moment to as long as she could make it last.

Between her legs she could feel Sally's more experienced tongue guiding her to yet another eruption. She began to gyrate her pelvis, trying to keep time with the thrusts of Sally's tongue. The world didn't exist beyond the four walls of this cheap motel. All that mattered was the woman beneath her and the approaching climax she knew they both would share.

Jennifer's heart was again racing and her body trembled as they rocked back and forth on the bed. She could a feel a similar tremor in Sally's naked form beneath her. Both bodies were covered with sweat as they raced with desire. Sally pressed even harder against Jennifer's cunt, driving her tongue just a little deeper. Inspired by the result that had on her own body, Jennifer followed suite.

In the course of their relationship, Jennifer and Jack must've made love a thousand times over. Yet except for their early days, she had never approached the blissful plateau she now enjoyed.

Faster and faster waves of rapture swept across her body like the surf crashing against the shore. Her body began to quake involuntarily and for a moment a fear that she was having a seizure flashed across her mind. But when Sally's body, pressed tight against hers, began to oscillate as well, a reassuring calm filled her mind. She surrendered to the forces taking control of her body as each quiver and quake evoked a sense of nirvana.

It was impossible for her to tell how long her orgasm had lasted or when exactly it had ended. She hesitantly opened her eyes to find Sally's smiling face laying inches from her own. The look on the Asian woman's face was one of total contentment. The thought that Jennifer's actions had put it there made her feel even better.

Without a word, Sally gently kissed Jennifer's lips, letting her tongue make the briefest of contacts with Jennifer's. A second and third kiss followed, first on one cheek, then the other. Only then did she speak.

"I hope that was everything you expected it to be," she said in a soft, gentle tone.

"No, it wasn't." Jennifer said as a look of disappointment flashed across Sally's face. "Never in my wildest dreams could I have I imagined anything that fantastic." she playfully added.

"So where do we go from here?" Sally asked, the look of serenity returning to her face.

"I'm not sure." Jennifer said. "I really don't know what's going to happen between Jack and I but I do know I may want to try this again."

"Well even if you don't, I'm still your friend." Sally replied. "And I'll always be just a floor away if you need me."

"I appreciate that." Jennifer answered.

"And if you do feel the need to visit me one night, perhaps you'll get to see what it feels like to be on the other side of the peephole in the wall."

Now it was Jennifer's turn to look shocked.

"You knew?" she gasped. "For how long?"

"Since that first night with Amber." Sally replied.

"But how? Why didn't you say anything?" Jennifer asked.

"You made way too much noise that first night." Sally explained. "So after Amber fell asleep, I went into the storage room and found the hole. It was easy since I had put my light back on and the other room was dark. At first I thought it might have been Jack, and I was ready to move out the next morning. Then I realized it had been you."

"How did you know it was me?" Sally asked, a little confused.

"Remember how I told you that I always loved the perfume you wear. Well there was still just enough of a scent in that room to tell me that it was you who had been watching us."

"But why didn't you just cover up the hole?" Jennifer added.

"Because I wanted to see if you were going to keep coming back. That's why I kept bringing women home with me, normally I don't. Because it was exciting knowing that you were watching, knowing that you were playing with yourself as you watched my lovers and me."

Jennifer suddenly understood.

"And most of all, I think there was a part of me that was hoping that it might lead to this. I know I said I wouldn't seduce anyone's daughters, and that was true. But I lied when I said that also included lonely housewives. At least not if they found their way into my bed on their own."

"Well I am both shocked and upset." Jennifer said in an angry voice.

"I'm ....I'm sorry." Sally said as she pulled away slightly. "I never thought you'd react like this."

"Well there's no excuse for what you did." Jennifer continued. "Turning me on week after week, and then luring me up here knowing that I'd be unable to resist your charms."

Sally didn't know what to say. She never imagined this reaction.

"You went to all that trouble..." Jennifer angrily concluded. "...and you never bothered to pack one of those strap-ons in your bag!" she added in a much calmer, playful tone.

"What?" Sally said, disbelieving what Jennifer had just said.

"I don't know about you, my precious love, but this is one woman who is in need of a serious fuck." Jennifer said. "And while I'm at it, I guess I really should apologize for spying on you all this time."

With that she closed the distance Sally had pulled away and this time she initiated the long and meaningful kiss. Both woman knew that when they got home tomorrow morning, that was a lapse that they would quickly correct.

END

Ann Douglas

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