Two Lost Souls
by Deanna Bowen
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- A 58. Katie couldn't believe she'd failed the exam.
I studied so hard for it, she thought.
Katie felt so defeated: a bad break up with her high school boyfriend a month into the fall semester, a series of unsatisfying, drunken one-night stands that left her feeling used and degraded, and now her grades were falling. She was in danger of flunking out of nursing school if she could not get a C in Anatomy and Physiology II. She'd barely gotten though Anatomy and Physiology I in the fall and just couldn't keep track of all the bodily systems she needed to memorize. It felt to her like the walls were closing in. The blood was rushing through her head so quickly that it drowned out everything around her and she could not hear or sense the movement and voices of the other students as they left the classroom. It was suddenly all too much. She just didn't think she could do any of this anymore.
I'm not smart enough to be a nurse, Katie believed. I'm not. I'll never be as good as my mother.
Not noticing that class had ended and the classroom was emptying, she remained motionless in her seat and her eyes began to tear up as she experienced hot flashes followed by chills.
Marie had observed the consternation on Katie's face all during class. As she gathered up her belongings after class, she saw that Katie had not moved at all. Marie had purposely sat diagonally behind Katie since the start of the semester so she could surreptitiously glance at the beautiful blonde whenever she wanted just as she had done during the fall semester physiology class. Marie admired Katie's athletic build especially her pear-shaped butt. She recalled with a smile those times when Katie had a little bit of ass cheek hanging out the bottom of the gray shorts she'd often worn to class during the warm fall weather. Marie had, in fact, last fall covertly recorded a video on her phone of Katie leaving class. As she walked up the narrow aisle between the desks, Katie lurched from one step to the next, her butt cheeks wiggling from side to side, her tapered ass displayed in a pair of short shorts which tightened over her bottom with each step Katie took. That video had served as masturbation fodder for Marie on many occasions.
It had been eleven months since Marie divorced her wife of less than two years. She had grown suspicious of her numerous late nights "working at the office." When one of Marie's friends had spotted her one evening at a Buffalo Wild Wings of all places making out with her male boss, her suspicions were confirmed.
Being single again had proven quite a culture shock to Marie. She had moved back to her original hometown to go to nursing school. But her parents and siblings had all disowned her after she came out. Besides, they had all moved down to Florida. She had not kept in touch with her childhood friends. But, after the divorce, she needed to be in familiar, comfortable surroundings. Naturally introverted and reserved, she didn't enjoy going to bars to meet women. That, plus with her busy school schedule, added up to a long series of evenings alone for Marie. In fact, she had not been out to the bars in over three months, and she hadn't had sex at all since long before the divorce. Often, she lay in bed at night and masturbated herself to sleep with the aid of her secret video. She desperately ached for someone to share her most intimate feelings with once again. Someone who wouldn't hurt her.
Despite her seemingly gruff and confident demeanor Marie never before even had the nerve to say "Hello" to Katie. Katie was just too beautiful and perfect, but instinctively sensing an opportunity Marie approached her and asked, "Is everything ok, hon?"
Katie seemed not to hear her, so Marie leaned in and repeated the question. Katie looked up at her with teary eyes saying, "It's just ... I ... I don't know. Nothing's going right for me." More tears welled up in her eyes.
Marie said, "Let's get out of here," gazing around the empty classroom. "You need a friend to talk to. Let's go grab a cup of coffee. We can talk."
Katie didn't respond, so Marie took charge. "I'll consider it set then," she decided.
Marie gathered up Katie's books and led her out across South Paca Street. The two college students were a study in contrasts. Of medium height, 18-year-old Katie had a pretty face with deep dimples in her cheeks, wide, innocent big hazel eyes, kind of brown with a reddish-yellow tinge, a full ripe mouth, a pert snub nose, and wore her blonde hair in a long ponytail. She wore a snug pullover sweater and tight leggings out of an unconscious narcissism about her desirable figure. Marie, on the other hand, was 42 years old. Her pretty face was highlighted by her spirited brown eyes. Her close-cropped hair was black with a random sprinkling of white and gray mixed in. About the same height as Katie, Marie's figure was on the plump side, but beautifully proportioned, with large, soft, round, widely spaced breasts, a surprisingly slim waist for someone her size, and ample hips and thighs. Marie ran 5k three times a week and worked out at the campus fitness center another three days a week in a losing struggle to preserve her Navy-honed physique.
Marie and Katie walked together quietly side by side for a block. The fresh winter air centered Katie's thoughts and soothed her anxiety. Katie began to enjoy the quiet friendship Marie had offered. So at ease did she feel in Marie's company that she did not notice when Marie's large fingers entwined into hers to lead her across the street hand in hand, drawing stares from a few passersby as the pair continued down the sidewalk holding hands.
Once at the coffee shop Katie followed Marie inside. Katie sat at a small table while Marie got them each a coffee. Marie handed her the cup and sat opposite her. For a while the two women said nothing. Then, Marie said, "Well, my name is Marie Szymczak. I was in anatomy class in the fall with you."
Marie then gave Katie a quick outline of her life. How she'd grown up in Dundalk. How she had floundered around aimlessly for a year after graduating high school, spending just two weeks at the community college before quitting. How she eventually joined the Navy and traveled all over the world. How she had retired a few years ago after serving for 20 years. How she had gotten divorced about a year ago after a short marriage when her wife left her for a man. How she'd worked in the infirmary onboard ships and at Norfolk and at Pearl so she had decided to use her veteran benefits to move back home to go to nursing school.
"My time in the Navy has given me the discipline and determination to get through all the studying we nurses need to do," Marie concluded.
Katie saw that Marie had her exam on top of a stack of papers.
- Wow, Katie wondered to herself.
"I wish I could do as well as you in physiology," Katie said, pointing to Marie's exam.
"I'm sure you can. It's all about making connections," Marie lectured. "Take the lymphatic system we started on today. The lymphatic system is part of the immune system that we did last week. It's connected to the cardiovascular system and to bones and glands we studied last semester. You just need to see each body system as an extension of the others."
"I can't seem to keep track of everything," Katie sadly responded.
"Well, how did you study for the test?" Marie inquired.
"I went over my notes a few times is all," admitted Katie.
"I think what you need is a study buddy, someone to study with," Marie stated. "I'll help you if you want."
"I don't want to put you out or anything."
"Actually, you'd be helping me. I learn best by talking things out and explaining them to myself. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to rather than just talking to myself. I feel kind of weird talking out loud to nobody," replied Marie with a laugh.
"You'd do that me for me?" asked Katie.
"Like I said, you'd be helping me at the same time. Besides, I don't want to see you make the kinds of mistakes I did when I was your age. You sound about ready to drop out of school."
"I'm not sure I belong here," Katie admitted. "I don't think I'm smart enough."
"Anatomy and physiology is just memorization," Marie said. "You were smart enough to get into college. You just need to study more effectively."
"Okay. I could really use the help," decided Katie.
"Tell me a little bit about yourself. I don't think I even know your name," Marie lied.
"My name is Katie Gingerich. I'm 18. I was born in Elkton and went to Rising Sun High School. My parents got divorced when I was little and I want to be a pediatric nurse like my mom," began Katie.
"I noticed you looked like you were crying after class," Marie broke in. "Is anything wrong?"
Katie reddened and began growing anxious again. "Well," she started.
"I don't mean to pry. You don't have to tell me. It's really not any of my business," Marie said.
"I think it might help to talk with someone," Katie replied as Marie's kindness abated her anxiety a little.
Katie began to tell Marie about how poorly she was doing in anatomy and physiology and how she felt like she couldn't face her mother if she flunked out of nursing school.
Just as Katie began to open up, a large group of teenagers entered the coffee shop, talking loudly and scrambling for tables. Marie said, "Let's go someplace quiet where we can continue our talk. My apartment is just a few blocks from here. Maybe we can do some studying, too. We've got a quiz next week."
Katie followed Marie out the door and down the street a few blocks and around the corner and into her apartment building. Marie trailed Katie up the steps, savoring the opportunity to gaze at Katie's behind encased in her workout leggings. Every exciting curve of her tight body was set into titillating relief. Marie actually felt her mouth water at the sight.
The women entered Marie's one bedroom apartment. "Wow, this is nice," Katie marveled.
"My veteran benefits help a lot," Marie explained. "I couldn't afford it otherwise."
Marie and Katie sat down at the small table that doubled as Marie's dining table and desk.
"Let's go over what we did today," Marie said.
"I really appreciate your help," gushed Katie.
"Remember. You're helping me, too," responded Marie.
Katie and Marie spent about an hour and a half going over the lymphatic system. "I really think I'm getting it now," said Katie.
"Let me give you a little test," said Marie. "What is the name of the clear fluid carried within lymph vessels?"
"That's easy. Lymph," Katie answered.
"Right. Do the lymphatic vessels carry the lymph away from the heart or towards the heart?"
"Towards."
"Right again. The lymph within the lymphatic vessels is eventually emptied into the blood stream through what?" Marie asked.
"Is it the subclavian veins or the arteries?" Katie pondered.
"Think of the connections. Think about the cardiac system. It's going towards the heart," prompted Marie.
"The subclavian veins," Katie exclaimed happily. "I get it. Connections."
"You're doing great. Let's take a break and grab a bite to eat. It's almost 6 o'clock," Marie said. "I'll order a pizza."
"Let me pay for it," Katie said. "It's the least I can do after all your help this afternoon."
"No. no," Marie said as she hung up her cell phone. "I get VA money for my living expenses. It's my treat. You can treat me some other time."
"It's a deal," said Katie.
"I know you're only 18, but would you like a beer or something? I've got some Bud Light seltzers in the frig," Marie asked.
"That sounds good," Katie said.
"Watermelon, black cherry, mango, or strawberry kiwi?" questioned Marie.
"Mango," responded Katie.
Marie and Katie took seats on the leather couch and sat in silence for a few minutes just sipping on their drinks. As Marie went to the kitchen to get them both another seltzer, the pizza arrived. The women ate the pizza and just made small talk about school. Marie nursed her second seltzer, but Katie quickly drank her second and then a third.
"So, your time in the Navy helps you with school?" Katie asked.
"To be honest, sometimes I'm so incredibly lonely," Marie admitted. "I want to cry about it but sometimes things are so consistently bleak that I run out of tears, and this becomes the norm. I have a few people from the Navy who love me platonically, but I don't talk with them much anymore. I feel so lonely. I want someone who thinks of me at the end of the day. I guess what helps me is pouring energy into activities I love to do and taking my mind out of the headspace of wanting somebody to love. I try to forget about all of that and concentrate on school. It gives me focus, gives me something to do so I don't feel as lonely."
"Me too," Katie replied. "I feel so empty and alone, so isolated. I've never had any real friends. Never anybody I could count on. I think I had a boyfriend only because I was supposed to. Looking back, I don't think I even liked him. I certainly didn't love him. All I want is someone I can't resist."
"I just want someone to come home to, snuggle with and laugh with ... to look after each other," Marie said wistfully. "I've given up on ever finding that again, so I just go to class, work out, and study. That's not much of a life, I guess."
That admission triggered it. Katie just started bawling her eyes out and poured out her soul to Marie. Katie told the story of how the guy who had been her boyfriend since 10th grade had cheated on her and humiliated her on social media. She told Marie everything that was wrong, how she feared disappointing her mother, how she was afraid she did not belong at nursing school, about her drunken encounters. Marie listened attentively and clucked appreciatively whenever some guy had done Katie wrong.
As she disclosed her darkest secrets about her stepfather and about the youth pastor, Phil, who took her virginity at a church chastity event, Katie's anxiety ramped up again and her heart began to race. Katie realized that she'd been doing all the talking and had been taking advantage of her new friend. So, she began to stand up and said, "I should really go. You don't want to hear about all my problems."
"Nonsense," Marie replied. "I want to help you if I can."
"No. No, I . . ." Katie said.
Suddenly, Katie was very dizzy and lightheaded. Marie grabbed hold of her and asked, "Are you okay?"
Katie was seeing spots and she suddenly blacked out.
When Katie awoke several hours later, she was lying in Marie's bed in her bra and underwear. Her head hurt and she had to pee.
I wonder how I got here? she thought.
It slowly all came back to her, another panic attack, and she realized that she had found in Marie a true friend. Marie had listened to her, helped her with studying, and wanted nothing in return except friendship. Katie felt much less anxious and more ready to face the future.
Things are looking up, she decided. I've got someone I can absolutely rely on.
Katie had to go to the bathroom really badly, so she crawled out from under the sheets and began to make her way to the bathroom. Marie's voice called out, "Katie, are you awake?"
Katie heard Marie's footsteps approaching so she wrapped the comforter around her to cover her near nakedness. Marie entered the bedroom and said, "So, you are awake. Feeling better?"
Katie replied, "A little. But I have a headache. Thanks for listening to me. I hope I wasn't a bother, but I really need to use the toilet."
Marie laughed, "Go ahead. There's some aspirin in the medicine cabinet. I want you to stay here until you feel a lot better. I can sleep on the couch, and I won't take no for an answer."
"Now you're sounding like my mother," joked Katie. "All that's missing is 'young lady'."
Marie smiled. "Sometimes mom's do know best."
"Thank you, Marie," Katie said sincerely. "I really appreciate what you are doing for me."
After she was done in the bathroom, Katie crawled back under the covers. She heard Marie moving about inside the walk-in closet.
"What do you think of this?" Marie asked, poking her head out of the closet and holding up a nightgown.
"Or this?" Marie showed Katie a pair of sleep pants.
Katie laughed. She felt comfortable. It felt like playing dress up when she was little.
Marie exited the closet wearing a sleeveless nightgown. The nightie was sheer and through it Katie could see Marie's heavy breasts capped by dark areolae and prominent nipples and the shadow of her cunt, and in back when she turned around, the sinuous cleft between the cheeks of her ass.
"How about this?" Marie asked as Katie stared back at her. "I guess not," Marie decided.
Marie returned to the closet and soon came out wearing a pair of burgundy low-rise hip hugger panties and a lacy black bra that barely contained her 42C breasts.
Marie sat on the edge of the bed and said, "You were telling me about some guy you hooked up with at a party. It might help to talk about it."
I really like her, Katie thought to herself as she launched back into her story. I can tell her anything without being judged.
Marie pretended to listen. All the while she was thinking of how to seduce this pretty young blonde, not just for tonight, but with the hope of making Katie a fuck buddy as well as a study buddy for at least the next three years of nursing school.
"None of those guys cared about the real Katie. All they wanted to do was fuck me," Katie was saying.
Marie grimaced and her face reddened in shame. Before that afternoon, she hadn't cared about the real Katie. All she'd cared about had been those magnificent breasts, what she imagined was Katie's golden vagina, and, most of all, her saucily upstanding, heart-shaped buttocks. But now that she had started to know the real Katie, she was finding that Katie was not the pick-me girl she had stereotyped her to be. Instead, Katie was caring and kind and insecure and self-doubting. She was just acting out in response to all the trauma she had experienced. Marie decided that she liked Katie. Really 'like' liked. Marie wanted to be her friend and more. Marie wanted to help Katie feel better about herself, to protect her, to help her make a better life. Not to be her mother. To be her lover. Her partner.
Marie was not really listening closely any longer, just making appropriate noises at the apparently appropriate points in Katie's monologue. Instead, she was having her own internal dialogue.
I can't tell her I love her. It's so silly, Marie thought, I barely know her and I'm probably older than her mother. Our friendship is too valuable to risk anything. I need a friend. If I say something, would she understand? I don't know. Maybe we're both lonely and vulnerable having been hurt by people we loved and trusted. I just don't know. I don't want to hurt her. We both need a friend with no strings attached.
"I woke up the next day all sore," Katie was saying. "I couldn't find my underwear anywhere."
What she needs is a thoroughly good rogering with someone who really cares about her, Marie finally rationalized. She needs to unwind and relax. I need to, too. A few orgasms will help both of us with that.
Absorbed in telling her tale of woe, Katie developed an itch in the middle of her back that, try as she might, she couldn't scratch. Exasperated, she asked Marie if she could get it.
Marie let out a raucous laugh. "Sure. Turn over."
Katie rolled over and Marie moved the covers off her back. She quickly found the itchy spot but she did not stop rubbing Katie's back. "Let me give you a back massage. It'll help you take your mind off your troubles," Marie said.
After a few minutes of massaging Katie's shoulders Marie started quietly, "You were talking about secrets before. Well, when I was 12 years old, I was an altar server at our church. One day after mass Father Pete asked me to come with him back into the sacristy. He'd always been very friendly and affectionate with me, asking me how school was going, did I have any boyfriends, giving me little touches all the time. Looking back, he was grooming me."
Katie listened intently as Marie stopped the massage and continued her story.
"Anyway, when we were alone, he pulled out his penis and made me touch and rub him until he ejaculated on me. He told me to clean myself off and to never tell anybody what had happened or else I would end up in hell for all eternity. Every two weeks from then on when it was my turn to serve at mass, he had me suck him off and swallow it so there'd be no mess. And I never did tell anyone. Not for the whole year and a half he abused me. No one would have believed me anyhow," Marie concluded.
"I believe you," Katie stated firmly.
Both women were quiet for a moment.
"I sometimes wonder how my life would have been if none of that stuff had happened to me," Marie considered with a sigh. "Maybe I'd be more ... more ... normal."
"Me too," Katie said quietly.
Both women sighed.
"I feel very close to you," Katie stated.
"Me too, hon," replied Marie. "I guess we're just two peas in a pod."
"Two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl," Katie said sadly.
"Ah, you like Pink Floyd?"
"They were playing a lot of classic rock at that party I told you about," responded Katie. "I just focused on the music and closed my mind to everything else. It's like I wasn't even there. I didn't tell anybody. No one would have believed me either," Katie concluded matter of factly.
Katie heard Marie sniffling. "Are you crying?" she asked.
"I hate that that happened to you," Marie said quietly. "Nobody deserves that. I wish I'd been there to protect you."
"Me too," Katie replied sincerely.
Now both women were quietly weeping.
"I don't like to think about the past," Marie divulged. "It's over and I can't change it. In the Navy I learned that you had to know yourself and to seek improvement. I can't do anything about what's already happened, but I can try to make a better future for myself. That's how I ended up in nursing school."
The two women were silent as Marie resumed the back rub.
"You're good at this," Katie murmured.
"I learned a little therapeutic massage in the Navy," Marie reported. "We should do this right, I think."
Marie retrieved a bottle from under the bathroom sink telling Katie, "Lavender oil promotes calming and relaxation."
Marie pulled the comforter and sheet off the bed and down to the floor. Marie quickly removed her bra and panties muttering, "I don't want to get any oil on these. They cost too much."
Then climbing onto the bed, she got on her hands and knees on the bed behind Katie. Marie sat up on her knees and applied oil to her hands before bending back down to apply the oil to Katie's feet one at a time, taking the top of each foot in one hand and, with the fingers of her other hand, rubbing the length of the arch repeatedly, from the heel to the ball of the foot.
Katie lay very still, eyes closed, hands above her head and feeling fully relaxed, concentrating on feeling Marie's hands on her body. Marie used her fingers to massage each toe, then to press into the soles in all the right spots.
"Ohhh," Katie groaned. "That feels so good."
Marie then moved up to Katie's calves, making sure to slowly and deliberately run her thumbs upwards along the calf.
Using her fingers, Marie shifted her attention to the back of Katie's legs where she started at the top of Katie's right thigh and massaged in the oil using circular motions. She worked her way down to the knee, using the same circular motion and even and light pressure. She then did the same to Katie's left leg.
Once she had massaged and covered the backs of both legs, Marie scooted up and slowly sat back down resting lightly on the back of Katie's legs, her warm soft inner thighs touching Katie. Katie could feel Marie's naked skin touching hers, but she was so comfortable and relaxed that she gave no thought to objecting. Bit by bit, Katie realized that she was tingling everywhere that Marie had touched her.
Slowly and deliberately once again Marie slid her hands up Katie's muscular thighs, her thumbs rubbing circles along the inside, caressing the smooth skin, heading back down then back up again.
"You have such fit legs. Do you work out?" Marie asked, while silently admiring the cottontail globes of Katie's behind left exposed by the narrow thong she still wore.
"I try to go to the gym regularly and I've played lacrosse since kindergarten," Katie replied daydreamingly.
Marie resisted the urge to massage Katie's buttocks.
There'll be time for that later, she hoped.
Moving up, Marie poured a few drops of the oil on Katie's shoulders and gently rubbed in it.
"Your bra straps are in the way. Mind if I take it off?" Marie asked.
""Well. . . I really shouldn't," responded Katie.
Marie was perplexed. The teenager definitely hadn't agreed to her bra being stripped off, but she hadn't exactly said no, either. Marie's nostrils twitched with a sensual impatience as she studied the prone freshman.
Only one way to find out, Marie decided.
She slowly began to pull the sports bra up the girl's back. To Marie's glee, Katie rose up slightly from the bed, allowing her bra to be removed more easily. Marie slid her hands underneath Katie to the girl's chest and peeled the sports bra over the grapefruit-sized breasts, grazing her hand over the blonde's surprisingly stiff nipples. With a few more quick tugs, Marie pulled the bra up and over Katie's head, tossing it over into the corner of the bedroom.
Marie wasted no time pouring a generous amount of the massage oil on Katie's naked back. The girl's skin was deeply tanned, except for the areas normally covered by the straps of her bikini top. Marie eagerly massaged the warm oil into Katie's smooth skin. She started at Katie's shoulders and worked her way down very slowly using everything she had learned about massage in the Navy, briefly brushing her hands across the sides of the girl's juicy breasts.
"The first step in feeling better about yourself is feeling better. Let yourself go. Give in to your feelings," whispered Marie.
Katie just murmured something into the pillow.
Marie straddled Katie, her wet cunt nestled on Katie's left ass cheek, and concentrated on the massage. Each pass brought her large boobs closer to the prone beauty. Marie's nipples were as hard as diamonds. Eventually, her nipples began to slide along Katie's naked back as she massaged up and down her back. Katie felt the twin peaks gliding along her back and some wetness pooling on her behind but thought nothing of it as she delighted in the feeling of profound relaxation flowing throughout her body.
Marie continued her sensual massage making long, smooth strokes along each back muscle using the palms of her hands and the whole lengths of her fingers and tips of her forefingers. It had been a long time since Katie had felt so good, maybe never. Although she was sure it was not at all Marie's intention, Katie found herself getting slightly turned on. Katie unconsciously fastened her pussy to the bed sheets and rhythmically began slowly rolling her cunt across the sheets.
Marie had been so lost in the sensations of rubbing Katie's back that it took her a while to notice Katie's actions. Smiling to herself, Marie breathed in the first hints of Katie's arousal.
Ah, Marie thought. The girl-smell: ripe and cunty and indescribably erotic.
Somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind, Katie sensed her own growing excitement. Her pussy continued to juice up as she started grinding her pussy harder against the bed. Her clitoris emerged from its protective hood and rubbed against her thong as she scraped her crotch across the sheets. The clitoral stimulation was enough to bring Katie to her senses. Her body was on fire, and she let out a long moan of desire.
It was a moan that Marie understood instinctively. She scooted down and slowly sat down resting lightly on the back of Katie's legs, her warm soft inner thighs resting on Katie.
Marie applied the lavender oil to Katie's inner thighs and lower buttocks. Then she moved her hands further up so that she was cupping Katie's butt. Gently massaging, Marie squeezed and caressed the sweet round ass beneath her.
For her part, Katie continued rolling her pussy across the sheets, not really noticing that Marie was fondling her ass, just enjoying the added sensations. Marie's warm hands on her behind just added to the pleasure Katie was experiencing from her own manipulations.
Marie pulled the cheeks apart and, using a finger to tug aside Katie's thong, gazed at Katie's quivering anus. The flesh around Katie's bumhole and up and down the bottom of her crack was a darker shade of brown than the surrounding skin, and there was a cluster of soft wispy hairs around the wrinkled crater of Katie's butthole. Marie lowered her head and deeply inhaled Katie's musky aroma, a pungent mix of vaginal fluid and swamp ass.
Katie had never been so turned on before in her life. The rolling pressure on her butt combined with her own manipulations had brought her to the edge of orgasm. The hot breath against her puckered sphincter reinforced her fiercely aroused condition.
Katie's hips were going up and down, her head rolling side to side on the pillow. The hot ass in Marie's hands had developed a thrusting motion as Katie rolled her pussy more aggressively across the bed sheets. Marie could see that Katie was growing hotter and hotter by the minute. Not wanting Katie to orgasm too quickly, Marie stopped Katie from grinding whenever she felt that Katie was going to cum but resumed rolling her hips after Katie's excitement had leveled off. This went on for quite a few minutes, with both women getting worked into an incredible state of arousal, Marie just from having Katie's ass cheeks in her hands. In no time Katie was panting loudly and rapidly, her body squirming as Marie helped her to the brink of an orgasm.
Figuring the time was right, Marie bent down and placed a kiss on Katie's back. The kiss roused Katie from her libidinous efforts. She quickly turned over and, face all flushed and breathing heavily, exclaimed, "What ... what are you doing?"
Marie leaned over Katie's nearly nude body and brought her face up to Katie's. Katie was acutely conscious of the warmth and scent of Marie's body, of the friction of Marie's naked tits against her own bare breasts.
"You want this. You need this," murmured Marie. "We both need this."
"I ... I don't know," Katie breathed, her eyes very bright, her nostrils flickering like a mare's at a stallion's approach.
Marie's lips were now inches away from Katie's, and her eyes fixed Katie with a glowingly ardent stare. "Katie, know something?"
"Wh-what? Marie, I, I'm not comfortable this way. Let me slip over next to you," Katie stammered, her face still a mask of arousal and bewilderment.
Then Marie put both hands to Katie's armpits and kissed the startled blonde full on the mouth. "I'm so glad you're my friend," she murmured. "So awfully glad. Please kiss me back, won't you, hon? So I know you like me too."
Awkwardly drawn beneath Marie's mighty torso, Marie's swelling, pendulous tits mashing against her pale, hard-tipped, naked boobs, Katie found herself pinned by Marie's strong, winding, naked arms. To extricate herself, she decided to comply, and kissed Marie, a confused kiss of simple friendship and carnal excitement.
Marie's arms tightened around her all the more and she leaned forward and put her lips on Katie's. The first kiss had been chaste and brief, but this time when their lips met, Marie sucked on Katie's lips a bit, applied a little tongue, and pulled back again.
And then Marie's arms fairly crushed her, till Katie felt her naked tits pantingly merge against her older friend's, felt Marie's hard, swollen nipples prod her own quiveringly sensitive lovebuds, and a violent shudder rippled through her.
"I really don't want you to, to act this way, Marie, you ... I'm not ...," Katie gasped.
"Yes, you do," Marie throatily whispered, agilely twisting so that she turned onto her left side and made Katie turn to face her, "and you know why, too, hon. It's because inside you're really wanting to be loved something fierce. And not with a guy who'll just hurt you. It's got to be with someone you like a lot and who likes you."
With her strong, yet soft fingers pressing hard into Katie's quivering armpits, Marie brought her tempting, humid mouth toward the blonde's softly curved throat, artfully fusing her full nakedness against Katie's tremulant body. And once again the clash of their bare tits acted like an overpowering, erotic stimulant to the overheated 18-year-old beauty. Closing her eyes, she tried to push Marie away, whispering brokenly, "Don't. I don't know. Marie, you, please, it, it's not right."
"But it's not wrong for us to love each other, don't you see, Katie? Don't you know that girls can make love to each other ever so tenderly, even better than with a guy? And we're both excited from, from the massage, and I'm all worked up just being with you. You're excited too, I can feel you are, hon, 'cause you've never gotten off with a guy. Let me show you how sweet it can be. I can love you better than any man ever will! I want to take care of you. To protect you. To love you."
The husky, persuasive murmur of Marie's voice was interspersed with guileful, quick, enervating kisses. Drawing back and squirming down farther down the bed, she bowed her head and took in Katie's round nipples, marveling at their perfection and quite intrigued by the color, a uniquely novel flesh tone somewhere between rose and copper. Kind of like a certain shade of ocean coral, the iridescent red variety. She lowered her head to pounce upon one with sucking lips. It dilated to the touch, all stiff and swollen inside the vacuum of her mouth, throbbing under the caress of her curled tongue-tip and then oozing out almost grudgingly when she ended the kiss to transfer to the other nipple.
Again, torn between her desires and her strict Methodist upbringing which preached against homosexuality, Katie uttered a little groan, "Oh n-no, please, I'm not sure," and tried to push Marie away, then to try to grasp the woman's thick, strong wrists to push away those maddeningly titillating fingers which had now crept to the outer curves of her erratically heaving tits.
But Marie was not to be denied. And as she moved, the palpitating warmth of her swarthy, naked body frictioned and caressed Katie. Her left hand cupped one of Katie's breasts, the other hand reaching round to caress the sweat-sheened satiny back, descending to the bold flare of the blonde's quivering ass.
Now Marie raised her provocative, flushed face to Katie's, the eyes wide, luminous and questioning. And her hands cupped the blonde's shudderingly swelling tits. The curve of her humid, red lips seemed to Katie like that of a trusting child's, guileless and devoted, affectionate and ardent, naive and yearning. And in her mind's eyes, Katie, more stirred than she knew, beheld the hostile, selfish, ruthless glitter of eyes of all the guys she'd been with, the eyes of her stepdad and those of her youth pastor and the line of guys at the party who demanded and took what she was not willing to give. Whereas Marie wanted only to be close to her, to help her, to make love to her.
"You're so nice, so lovely, Katie hon." Marie plied her with tenderness where every guy she had been with had sought to gain her by force. And the warm fingers curling around her pantingly shuddering breasts evoked sensations that seemed even more enervating than any guy had ever roused in her.
They both sat up and their faces moved toward one another. Marie ran the tip of her tongue over her lips to moisten them and the blonde teenager quickly did the same. Their faces approached one another as if they were moving in slow motion.
They both closed their eyes.
Marie's lips pressed against Katie's. Their lips tingled and writhed together. Katie's mouth watered.
No guy's kiss had ever felt like this, Katie thought. So sensuous, so caring, so totally dedicated. Dedicated to me.
"Oh, Marie, Marie, what am I going to do with you?" she groaned helplessly.
"Just love me and let me love you too, hon," the 42-year-old nursing student breathed. And now her warm, experienced mouth was again nuzzling Katie's aching, firming nipples till waves of swooning ecstasy began to besiege the blonde's control.
Katie could feel her salivary gland working overtime. She could feel her swollen breasts aching with desire. Pulling Marie's head up away from her breasts, Katie pressed her tits against Marie's tits. Their nipples and their mouths were now kissing simultaneously.
The two study buddies kissed with only their lips for a moment or two. Then as if they had rehearsed the act many times, they each offered the tips of their tongues at precisely the same moment.
Katie and Marie touched the tips of their pink tongues together and they could both feel a tingling sensation up and down their spines.
Katie shivered as they French kissed, and she pressed herself flat against Marie's plump bosom. Marie had her thigh against the crotch of Katie's thong.
Marie was rubbing her thigh back and forth.
Katie could feel her natural lubrication pooling at the mouth of her pussy as Marie began to delve into the inside of her mouth with her bold and curious tongue.
They explored and wandered with their tongues. They licked each other's cheeks. They licked each other's gums. They licked each other's teeth. They sucked each other's tongues. They happily swapped saliva. The kiss was wet and sloppy.
Their lips rolled over one another smoothly.
Marie sucked Katie's lower lip. She bit that lip like an animal and tugged it with her pearly white teeth.
Then they pulled their mouths apart, and there was string of spittle connecting their upper lips for a moment. They pulled apart further and laughed. The bridge of saliva dropped and then broke at its center, falling onto each of their chins.
They were both breathless with passion. Katie, in particular, could feel the effect her lesbian arousal was having on her respiratory system. Katie's breaths were getting shorter and closer together. The beautiful college freshman realized that she was beginning to pant. She was panting like a wild animal.
Marie guided Katie onto her back and moved down the small bed. When Katie's luscious 34C breasts came into view, Marie fell upon them, kissing, stroking, and licking. Marie's lips formed vacuums over each nipple in turn, tiny wet circles to suck the nipples to swollen peaks, powerful little suction cups to surround and enclose the intimate meeting of hot tongue and hot nipple. Katie struggled to suppress a whimper.
Katie's back arched involuntarily at the sensation of the warm lips circling her stiff nipple. Her pussy was throbbing, and she felt so wet that she was sure she could feel her pussy juices seeping out of her, soaking Marie's bed. Every time she squirmed, she could feel her moist cunt lips slipping against each other.
And then the kisses began traveling elsewhere, darting here, lingering there, scorching her throat, setting fire to her navel, tracing a ring of flame around her waist, before returning to Katie's tits. After Marie had licked, sucked, and nibbled Katie's boobs until they were slick with her saliva, she started to slowly run her tongue down Katie's body. She slipped downward to her stomach, gently kissing, licking and scraping her teeth on her skin. Marie looked up and Katie looked down, their eyes meeting. Katie lay there, her thighs open, looking at Marie looking at her. It was an incredible feeling, to watch Marie explore her body with her eyes and see the hunger and love there. She'd seen the hunger with guys but never the love. A rush of warmth radiated from Katie's heart.
Katie moaned deeply as Marie slid down further, forcing Katie's legs apart with her knees. Katie tried to prop herself up on her elbows to look at her. Her head swam and she felt dizzy with desire. Katie knew what was coming; she knew she wanted what was coming. As she reached the top of her thong, Marie looked up again into Katie's eyes and smiled a smile that radiated love and lust at the same time. Katie felt so happy, so loved, so protected, so safe.
Marie grabbed hold of Katie's thong and pulled it down. Katie assisted by raising first her butt off the bed and then her legs. Marie resisted the desire to give the thong a big sniff and, instead, tossed the wet garment to the floor. She then took in the sight of the beautiful, completely naked teenager lying back before her with her legs apart. Katie's light-colored pubic hair framed her pussy covering her swollen outer lips. Her labia were spread slightly open, the pink flesh glistening with her juices.
She's an absolute goddess, Marie thought.
Marie closed in on her target eagerly but with a certain caution, forcing herself to resist temptation to ensure a lengthy sexual tryst with her dream girl. Still inches away, she curbed her approach to blow a long and lingering breath into the tuft of hair growing around Katie's pussy, watching the strands separate and diverge at the point of impact. The moving puff was kept to a minimum of pressure, calculated only to tickle and tease tenderly, a gentle preparation for a gentle nibble. Her eyes were drawn constantly deeper, though, and soon she abandoned the breathing technique just to stare at Katie's pussy.
Visible beneath the shadowy blonde strands of hair, trembling lips appeared to purse daintily in greeting, pink and moist and expectantly puckered for her kiss. Like the clustered petals of a rosebud, still damp with night-dew in the first rays of early morning sunshine. It was a thing of rare beauty, utterly breathtaking, and Marie felt a flicker of something akin to awe.
Her mouth clambered up Katie's shapely left thigh, applying stinging little kisses, till it reached the quivering, moist, pink flesh, and moved yet onward, upward, toward her furry grotto of Venus. The musky sweet odor of Katie's cunt drifted towards Marie as she moved in closer. The scent caught her nostrils; she breathed deeply and drew it into her lungs, the overwhelming but indescribable smell of woman.
Katie could hear Marie breathing deeply through her nose as she bent lower. She felt Marie start to softly kiss her inner thighs, working closer and closer. It seemed to Katie that an eternity had passed before Marie ever so slowly licked all the way up the length of Katie's pussy, tasting her. The sensation was tantalizing. It tickled and only served to make Katie even hotter. And then she was there, right there, and her mouth traveled up and down between the lips of Katie's passion-slick slit before coming to rest on the clitoris. Then, she felt Marie's tongue on her clit. Marie dug into it with the tip of her stiffened tongue, digging in from below to penetrate the soft protective hood and exert direct pressure on the tiny bud itself, giving it the full benefit of her experience, her knowledge of lesbian love.
Marie smiled when she saw the hard, pink tip of Katie's clitoris start to edge outward from its protective hood. Pulling back, Marie stroked it lightly, letting it grow and pulse beneath her fingertips.
Finally, a sound escaped the girl's lips.
It was unmistakably a sound of arousal, of heat, lust, of passion.
"Oh my God," Katie panted.
The gasp that reached Marie's ears came as no surprise, and yet somehow the noise carried her to a new level of excitement. She abandoned her skillful pursuit temporarily to burrow back into the depths of Katie's cunt and lose herself in sudden frenzy. This was the part she always liked best, rubbing her face in it, burying her nose and mouth in the essence of pussy.
Katie squealed, her hips jerked, and a long moan escaped her mouth as her clit leaped outward. Using her hand, Marie started to rub Katie's clitoris, which was throbbing hard now. She could hear Katie moaning quietly; it sounded like she was purring. Katie lifted her hips towards the probing hand, her red, swollen pussy coming into Marie's view. Marie pushed Katie's thighs further apart. Her pussy flared open, and her rigid clitoris stood out like a bright pink balefire.
Marie slowly leaned forward, wanting to prolong the suspense for both Katie and herself. She extended her tongue and rode it across Katie's pussy lips. She licked in an upward motion, over and over, as Katie moaned with excitement. Katie's juices trickled from her swelling pussy down onto Marie's tongue which she was using to spread Katie's lips apart. Marie slid her tongue deep inside Katie's pussy, her sweet juices splashing onto Marie's lips and face with each thrust. Marie worked her tongue around inside Katie, randomly licking up, down, left, right, any direction she could make it turn inside Katie's wet cunt. Katie's secretions flowed all over Marie's face.
"Oh!" Katie yelled out, sounding surprised.
Marie lapped up the slickness inside Katie's cunt, looking up at her shocked expression as she writhed and moaned. Sensations drifted all over Katie's body and her nipples were erect. As she sucked at her, Marie reached up with one hand and began to play with one nipple, tweaking it and rubbing it with her thumb. Meanwhile, Marie concentrated on licking Katie's hot pink sugar plum and Katie shivered involuntarily. Marie sucked Katie's clit into her mouth and pulled at it with her teeth, and Katie hollered this time. She grabbed at Marie's hair, keeping her face squarely between her thighs. Marie now sucked gently at the little nub. She licked down, cupping Katie's buttocks and lifting her up so she could taste her ass crack, sucking on her in her most personal spot and spreading spit all along her lower ridge. She lapped her way back up to her pussy and found her way back to her clitoris. She sucked on it hard, tugging on it with her lips.
Marie repeated the process several times, dragging her tongue from Katie's clit to her crinkled butthole, getting just a taste of Katie's pungent flavor, and then back to her swollen love button.
Marie brought her finger up to Katie's asshole now, stroked the round ring of tightly clenched muscle, and then set it against the shut orifice, making no effort to push it in. The mere sensation of touch, however, awakened Katie to the possibility, and a shiver ran through her body. Marie was making use of all her lesbian sex expertise. She wanted to make this night one that Katie would never forget. Marie plotted that the implication of her finger against Katie's anal sphincter and the added tension would make the deed itself that much sweeter when it finally took place.
Once again, Marie sucked Katie's throbbing clit into her mouth, and this time, she decided it was time to move things up a notch in seriousness.
She caught Katie's clit between her teeth, but this time, she left it there.
She increased the pressure slightly. Scarcely enough to have any effect.
But like her finger at Katie's asshole, simply awakening her to the possibility would focus her attention on the sensations and then, as they actually did increase, it would feel much more intense inside her mind, calculated Marie.
Marie pressed her finger into the center of Katie's sphincter.
The muscles yielded reluctantly, but it was only for a second.
The finger came right back out again.
But then it went back in another time, this time more deeply, pressing against the rim of her butthole from all directions. Katie's throat sounded constricted as she moaned and gasped in a peculiar mix of agony and ecstasy. She seemed unable to form an opinion about what was happening to her, one minute sounding like she was at the edge of her endurance, the next sounding like she'd never felt so good.
Her breathing was erratic now, seeming almost random.
She jerked violently every time Marie moved a finger or her jaw.
Marie pressed the edge of her teeth more deeply against the girl's clit. She forced it to bend, to squeeze out of shape, sending wild thrills through Katie's flesh, making her back arch and her buttocks jerk to the rhythmic pleasure.
At last, Katie breathed hard and cried out, "Oh, oh, please, don't stop."
She climaxed with a cry and her pussy flooded with juices and Marie lapped it all up as she rode the wave, pulling her tongue deeper within her and sticking her finger as deep inside Katie's ass as she was able as Katie roller coastered through the unbelievable sensations going through her body. Katie drifted back to earth slowly, her body heaving and covered with sweat, breathing harshly through her nostrils like an excited horse. Her face was red, and she was blushing as she looked down at Marie.
She smiled up at her, her chin resting on her stomach as she rubbed her outer thighs comfortingly. "You okay?"
Katie nodded, "That was ... unbelievable!"
Marie lay over her and kissed her slowly and lovingly. Katie tasted herself on her tongue and moaned into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around Marie's neck and her legs around her waist as they made out tenderly and slowly. Random thoughts about what had just transpired ran through Katie's head, but it was hard for her to focus on anything beyond her new-found hunger for Marie, which was all-consuming at this point. She hardly recognized herself; so straight and anxious earlier in the day, and now ... was she a lesbian? All she knew at that moment was that she felt better than she ever had before, more safe, more satisfied, more desirable, more turned-on.
While kissing and caressing Marie was exhilarating, Katie now wanted to make love to Marie. She tried to turn over so that she was on top. Marie got the hint and rolled them on their sides. Katie gave Marie a gentle shove, causing her to turn onto her back. Katie ignored everything she'd been taught at church and let the uninhibited side of her personality take control, all impulse and pouting impetuosity, lunging with both arms to seize and position Marie's big womanly body for pleasure.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, you know. I'll understand," Marie said.
Katie didn't say anything. Reaching between Marie's thighs, she stroked the older women's vagina.
"Oh fuck, yes!" cursed Marie.
Katie inserted a finger into Marie, drawing a load moan. She added a second finger and began to slowly pump her fingers in and out.
"God, Katie," she moaned. "Harder, please."
Katie moved down to kiss Marie's huge breasts, licking all around the stiff, dark nipples, then using her lips to pull those nipples to rigid points. This was all new to Katie and she reveled in the sensations from Marie's arousal.
Before long Marie was moving her hips, pushing back against Katie's hand on each thrust.
Marie gasped, "Mmmm, yeah. Fuck me."
Adjusting her position so that now she was between Marie's thick thighs, Katie began to finger Marie's pussy even harder, plunging her fingers as deep as she could, then withdrawing almost completely before driving deep again.
As she finger fucked her Katie took in the scene in front of her. It was the most arousing sight Katie had ever witnessed. Marie's mighty legs were splayed wide. Her Andalusian forest of pubic hair was thick and dark from the dampness. Her skin glistened with sweat. The nipples on her squishy breasts were still dark and prominent. Her eyes were closed. Her face was flushed crimson with arousal.
Katie nervously eyed Marie's pussy. Did she dare? Was she a lesbian? What would her mom think? What about her friends? It felt like she was making a life-changing choice.
Marie felt Katie withdraw her fingers from her pussy. She opened her eyes to see the anxious, confused, contemplative countenance on Katie's face. Understanding immediately, she sat up and gently touched two fingers to Katie's cheek.
"You know you don't have to do anything you don't want to," Marie said quietly, stroking Katie's cheek. "You've already made me the happiest I can ever remember. You don't owe me anything."
"I want to. I'm ready anytime."
"I'm glad to hear it. But are you sure, Katie? I'd rather not force something like that on you."
"I'm sure. I'll do it," Katie responded.
"Not so fast. You may be sure, but now I'm not. Perhaps we should wait until some other ..."
"Marie, please?"
"You want to do it now?"
Katie tilted forward to give Marie a quick kiss on the lips. "You're being sweet. I just needed a minute to process all of this. I never thought about other girls this way before. I wasn't allowed to."
"I remember my first time. In the showers at boot camp," Marie recollected. "We fingered each other. Then I knelt down and licked her. It felt like a great weight had finally been lifted off me. I accepted what I was and got on with life."
"Wow. Don't ask. Don't tell," Katie wondered.
"What are you thinking?" asked Marie.
"I'm thinking that I love you," Katie replied quietly with her head down.
Marie gently raised Katie's face by the chin and said, "I love you, too."
Katie smiled and pitched forward towards Marie, seeking another kiss. Soon they were making out again. Katie began running her hands up to Marie's shoulder blades, then back down again, trailing over her sides. Then, she gave Marie a little push, causing her to fall back down to the bed.
Katie gazed down at Marie's pussy with mixed emotions, a breakthrough of sorts, her first long and unabashed look at her cunt. Even the prominently thicketed plumage surprised Katie, dark brown at peak density but overlaid with a charming white tinge at the curly ends and edges. And now she could actually see the thing, itself, the cleft, the labia, the softly furled petals, all rosy red inside and glistening with Marie's sex dew, tiny jewels of moisture sporadically strung upon stray tendrils of public hair.
Her pink lips were spread apart a little bit from the swelling of her outer labia.
Under them, pink flesh glistened from the coating of juice that was spreading from the inner depths of Marie's cunt.
Marie gazed up at Katie kneeling between her outspread legs, Katie's knees bent and legs folded under her. In this position, nothing of hers was hidden from Marie's sight. Her chest was still flushed pink from her orgasm. Her nipples were erect, her breathing quickened and shallow, the curly blonde hairs around her pink slit moistened with small drops of her own lubrication, the vertical slit still pouting and red, the lips parted and glistening.
Marie looked up to see Katie's lips also parted and glistening, and she unconsciously licked her lower lip with the tip of her pink tongue.
Katie let her fingers wander over the surface of Marie's pussy, pressing softly against the tender tissues, and then she took one lip in each hand and gently spread them apart. The shaft of her older friend's clit immediately popped into view.
As she stretched her two lips apart, she also pulled them up, tightening the membranes underneath her clit, forcing that intense bud of flesh to rise up from its protective sheath of flesh, making a most inviting target.
Instead, Katie's lips graced the inner surface of one thigh. Marie drew in a sharp breath, her body stiffened, and she moaned.
Glancing ahead, Katie caught a glimpse of deep pink shining almost luminously, the glisten of almost purple cunt-lips peeping through tangled strands of hair. Lips awaiting her kiss. She craned her neck momentarily for a look at Marie's beautiful face, the brown eyes slitted in rapturous anticipation. And just below the big breasts already heaving ....
Before she knew it, Katie was crouching between Marie's legs. Katie didn't pause to think about what she was doing. She just closed her eyes and sank her tongue between Marie's pouting pussy lips and gave a wet, messy lick from the bottom of her vagina up to her clit. Marie's pussy juice tasted thick and tart, and Katie found herself savoring it more and more with every lick. And she sank her face into it, lost in the intoxicating texture and fragrance, using her hands beneath Marie's softly yielding round buttocks to lift and seal the contact.
"Am I doing it right?" Katie asked thickly, her mouth filled with juice.
"Oh God, yes," Marie cried out.
Not really sure what else to do, Katie centered her attention on Marie's bulging clitoris, flicking at it with her tongue, then licking around it, eventually mimicking what Marie had done to her by lightly sucking the swollen bud into her mouth using her teeth. Katie slid a finger back into Marie's pussy and rolled it all around, massaging the inner walls and inadvertently tapping her g-spot.
Marie let out a deep-throated moan. She squirmed on the bed, attempting to grind her pussy against Katie's face.
"Yes, right there," Marie said urgently.
Katie rubbed over her g-spot again.
"That's it. Oh, Katie." Then Marie's body went rigid and then shook with great heaves as her orgasm hit, making her gasp desperately for breath.
Once Marie was at last lying still, Katie gently withdrew her fingers from Marie's pussy, giving it one last kiss. She sat up, licking her lips, gazing down at Marie's limp body. Katie smiled and snuggled down next to Marie. The bed was small so it was a tight fit, but she enjoyed the closeness of Marie's naked body as Marie put an arm out and drew her in close. Marie slid her hands down the quivering spine, sucking in her breath sharply as they curved under and shaped themselves to the soft and supple buttock globes.
Such a superb ass, such gloriously developed asscheeks, fancied Marie.
She could feel them twitching stiffly against the pressure, resisting the clutch of her fingers but already yielding gradually, unable to maintain the rigid muscular contraction, yielding ever more noticeably. Their bodies began grinding together, belly to belly.
Her eyes still closed, Katie put her mouth to Marie's, and found it. Then slowly, her arms went round Marie's voluptuous, warm body.
"Show me how, Marie ... oooh ... please ... show me how" she heard her own voice, faint, trembling, beseeching. For an instant, Marie moved away, reaching to turn off the lamp on the night table, the bedroom remaining faintly lit by the lights from the street.
Katie felt that artful, supple, seething body come against her own once again, felt burning kisses dart along her flesh. And in her turn, her hands again began to grope, to feel, to caress and encounter. And finally, lips caressing lips, nipple prodding nipple, cunt rubbing cunt, they banged away blissfully to oblivion.
Newport, Rhode Island, 4 1/2 years later:
"Ensign Katherine Grace Szymczak, Navy Nurse Corps," announced the captain.
"That's your Mommy, Evelynn," Marie told the 9-month-old bouncing on her knee amid the applause as Katie walked across the platform and saluted the captain. "See. There goes Mommy."
"So, where is she going to be stationed?" asked the father of one of the other nursing candidates.
"Naval Base Coronado," Marie replied. "I'll be working at Scripps Mercy in Chula Vista in the emergency room. We're really looking forward to living in San Diego. It'll be a great place to raise our family."