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Warning:  This story contains graphic description of sexual activity between 
consenting adults.  If you shouldn't be reading this, don't.  If you are of age 
and reading this sort of thing is legal whereever you happen to be, I hope you 
enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Robin and Julie are fictional characters, but they have become very real to me.  
This is a very personal story that has evolved over several years.  I struggled 
with the decision to share it.  I hope you enjoy.  Any resemblance to you or 
anyone you know is entirely coincidental.

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Robin and Julie by Robin Curious
(FF rom)
(c) 2004, by robincurious

Robin leaned against the wall and watched her friend over the top of her wine 
glass, her eyes filling with tears.  Julie's anguish was clearly visible as, jaw 
clenched, she stared vacantly out the window.  Robin reached out to touch her 
shoulder, wanting to help her somehow.  Julie recoiled at her touch.

"Not right now," she said shakily, putting up her hand as if to defend herself 
from unwanted sympathy.  Her eyes remained fixed on some distant point in the 
blackness outside the window.

Robin felt a surge of anger.  "Why come over if you didn't want me here?"  As if 
she didn't have enough on her mind, still unpacking in the new apartment and 
trying to sort out the shreds of her life in the wake of her divorce.

Julie turned from the window, away from Robin.  "Fine.  I'll leave," she hissed, 
walking unsteadily toward the door.  She slammed her glass on the kitchen 
counter as she passed it.

Robin immediately wished she had bitten her tongue.  "Wait," she called, rushing 
after her.  She caught Julie's arm as they reached the door together.  Julie 
whirled to face her, eyes wild.

"Let go!" she snarled through clenched teeth.  Julie jerked her arm, but as 
drunk as she was she couldn't manage to free herself.  She pulled again, losing 
her balance in the process, and fell backward against the door, sliding to the 
ground, a long, wrenching moan escaping from her.

Then she was sobbing and Robin was on the floor beside her, holding her close 
and rocking her, humming a lullaby, stroking her long black hair.

"It's OK, baby, it's OK.  You'll get through this, just hang on."  She held her 
tight, as much for her own comfort as for Julie's.

Julie had arrived half an hour earlier, dead drunk, and told her about the 
breakup.  It had surprised Robin.  She had known both of them since college, and 
was floored by the breakup of their 9-year relationship.  She had tried hugging 
her then, too, but she had pulled away.

Now she just held her close, feeling her pain and vulnerability, something they 
now shared.  She seemed so small, so fragile, so different from the strong, 
athletic woman she was.  She felt the sobs wracking her slim frame.

"I thought we would be together always," she choked out between sobs.  "Why?  
Why did she lie to me?"  Robin had no answer for her.  She hadn't understood 
their relationship in college, and certainly had no idea why it would end now.  
She remembered when Julie had told her about this wonderful woman she had met, a 
grad student, who made her feel so alive and vibrant.  They were at the Cellar, 
a local dive, and she remembered hushing her and looking to see if anyone had 
heard.

"She is just awesome, Robin, I mean this is really perfect!  I never thought I 
was a lesbian.  I mean, guys have always been OK, but Nicki is so great - you 
have to meet her!"

Robin was leaning over the table, talking in a whisper.  "But Julie, are you 
sure?  I mean, is this some experiment or something?"

"Fuck you, Robin," she replied in disgust.  " I thought you would understand.  
You're the first person I've told."

"And you told me Jeff was it, and Andy before that, and Jason before that.  Now 
this.  If you are, then fine, but you're rebounding and sick of dating.  So why 
go AC when you've been DC all your life?"

"No, this is different," she argued.

"Um-hmm."

"Even the sex is different."  Finally, Julie had lowered her tone.  She leaned 
over the table, lowering her voice to a whisper.  "It's incredibly awesome.  You 
know how with guys there is always this rush, this `OK, I've licked A and B, now 
lets get this inside here and one-two-three, OH-GOD, did you come too?'"  Robin 
nodded vaguely.  "With another woman there's none of that, its all foreplay.  
Nicki and I made love for two hours last night - two hours, can you believe it?"  
Robin felt herself growing red.  "I climaxed like you wouldn't believe, forget 
playing with yourself, really, forget guys.  No comparison.  What she did with 
her tongue, I mean she kissed every inch of me, made love to everything, and 
when she slipped her tongue inside me it was like . . ."

"Stop Julie, I get it.  It was great, sure."  

"Poor Robin," she laughed, "you are about to die of embarrassment aren't you!"  
She studied her friend across the table, her amusement turning to anger.  "You 
little hypocrite!" she said finally.  "You tell me all about how you really love 
the feel of Mike's cock inside you and all the details of what you do together 
and now you squirm when I tell you about me and Nicki.  Fine."

They watched each other across the table, an awkward silence between them.  
Eventually the conversation resumed, and they maneuvered their way through 
classes, job prospects and their fears about life after graduation.  They hugged 
as usual when they left, but it was obvious to both of them that things would 
never be the same.  On the way home, Robin kept wondering what women would do 
together - nothing but foreplay.  How boring!  Later, with her boyfriend 
aimlessly licking and kissing between her spread thighs, she had found herself 
wondering what Julie would do in his position - and quickly erased the thought 
from her mind.  She ended Mike's vaguely pleasant tickling by pulling him up and 
guiding him into her.  She moved against him, feeling satisfied with the 
closeness and the fullness, and he came quickly.  As they cuddled afterward, 
still joined, her thoughts had returned to Julie and her lover.

And now Julie and her lover had broken up.

The sobbing had subsided and Julie's breathing had grown deep and even as Robin 
held her in her arms.  She jumped when Julie spoke, thinking she had fallen 
asleep.

"I caught her with another woman," Julie whispered.  "One of her students."

"That must have been awful."  Dumb, Robin thought to herself, but the best she 
could think of.

"I came back from the trip early and they were in our bed."  Julie's voice got 
stronger and she sat up straight, pulling away from Robin.  "I wanted to kill 
her, Rob, I mean it.  And Nicki just froze and the girl just kept going, 
diddling herself because Nicki was sitting on her face and she couldn't see or 
hear much of anything and I just stood there, horrified, until Nicki got off 
her."  She turned to face Robin.  "And then I let her have it.  It knocked her 
right off the bed!"  She was smiling now, an evil smile filled with malice.  "I 
got her right in the head, and the lampshade went flying off and the chick was 
screaming.  And I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to the window and 
out on the balcony and picked her skinny ass up and flipped her off the fucking 
balcony and watched her smash to pieces on the ground."  Her grin had 
transformed into a grimace, her pain evident in her face, and she looked half 
demented.  Then she deflated again, sinking down against Robin, clinging to her.  
Robin held her close and stroked her hair, her heart breaking at the sound of 
Julie's sobs.

After she had stopped sobbing and her breathing had become more regular, Robin 
asked gently, "What did you really do?"

"I walked out.  I fucking turned around and walked out.  All I did was slam the 
door.  I hate myself for that, I should have done something, I should have told 
that bitch what she had done to me."  The tears came again, and Robin went back 
to stroking her hair.

"I'm sorry, Rob, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be doing this, you've got your own 
problems I shouldn't be dumping mine on you."  Julie started pulling away again, 
trying to stand up but Robin pulled her back and wrapped her arms tightly around 
her.

"That's OK, sweet, just lean on me.  I've had some time to get over the divorce, 
now I can be here for you."  She thought about the nine months since her husband 
announced that he wanted a divorce.  Her anger, her fear.  The humiliation of 
having her private life revealed in front of the lawyers (her so-called `sexual 
unresponsiveness') and her revenge when her lawyer had discovered the other 
woman, the satisfaction of the eventual settlement.  Then the heart-ache, the 
realtors, her terror when she missed her period, condo-hunting - not to mention 
the day-to-day grind of her lousy job, trying to meet impossible deadlines 
because some salesperson promised the software would do things it had never 
done.  So she finally just turned her feelings off, programming day and night, 
packing and moving whenever she wasn't at work.  Now she felt the hollow ache 
again, and clung to Julie as tightly as she was clinging to her, two bits of 
emotional wreckage finding each other in a sea of tears.

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That night, Robin dreamed about a beautiful bronzed woman wearing a flowing 
white dress who took her by the hand and led her out of her bedroom into a field 
of flowers.  With a vague gesture, her dress and Robin's T-shirt floated away 
and they embraced.  The woman kissed her deeply, caressing her softly.  They lay 
down on the impossibly soft grass as the woman planted soft kisses all over her 
body, her arms, breasts, tummy.  But the feel of her tongue slipping inside her 
. . .

Robin woke with a start, flushed and trembling with excitement.  As she reached 
to push a lock of hair back from her face, her arm grazed her nipple.  Hard and 
excited, it sent a signal between her legs.  She moaned involuntarily and 
tentatively touched her crotch, amazed at how wet her panties were.  And then 
she thought about Julie.  As she cupped her breast, it was Julie's strong, 
slender hand.  As her fingers brushed across her nipple, it was Julie's tongue.  
And when her hand slid inside her panties, over her mound, it was Julie's 
kisses.  Her orgasm coursed through her as her fingers slid over her clit, and 
she stroked and rubbed feverishly as wave after wave hit her, leaving her sweaty 
and exhausted in the middle of a lonely bed.

And she realized that she had been jealous of Nicki all those years ago, angry 
with her for taking her friend away.  And curious.  Curious what it felt like, 
curious about what they shared, curious whether they were friends too, or just 
lovers, curious whether she could ever get involved in that kind of a 
relationship.  And now she wondered again.  Was the dream a sign?  A fantasy?  
Should she try?

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Eight months after Julie's breakup Julie had called to say she was flying back 
for a week, and they had arranged to meet in an upscale caf‚.  Robin arrived 
first and sat nervously waiting, her eyes never leaving the door.  When Julie 
arrived, she almost leapt to her feet, her heart pounding and met her halfway, 
wrapping her in an enthusiastic hug that Julie returned with equal enthusiasm.

"You look stunning!"  Robin praised her friend sincerely, admiring her long, 
lean legs in the short black skirt, her bronzed shoulders in the gold silk tank.  
She had taken sabbatical the semester after her breakup with Nicki, touring 
Europe for six weeks before settling in Barcelona.  Robin had had time to 
consider, and had finally decided she wanted to try - to see if old friends 
could become lovers.  They hugged again, and Robin trembled at the feel of her 
friends breasts pressing against hers through the thin fabric.

"You look great too," Julie returned.  "Look at you!  Turn around.  You've been 
working out."

Robin twirled around for her, her heart pounding.  She was glad her hard work 
showed.  She was back to the weight she had been in college, and was showing it 
off in a short flowered dress that revealed lots of leg.  With the top button 
unbuttoned, she showed a hint of cleavage.  Her hair was immaculate, straight 
with a hint of a wave, shiny chestnut tresses that just grazed her shoulders.  
For the first time in recent memory, Robin felt good about herself.  As they sat 
down, Robin leaned towards Julie, knowing that the dress would fall away 
slightly, giving Julie a view of her full breasts - no bra today.  She wanted to 
do everything she could to entice.

"I have got to tell you this," Julie began, leaning on the table.  "I met 
someone in Europe!"  Robin felt her heart break at that moment, and 
unsuccessfully tried to swallow the lump in her throat.  "I couldn't even 
imagine getting involved with another woman after Nicki.  But Paulo is so great, 
sensitive, tender and - get this, his tongue is better than Nicki's by far!  He 
can make me come with his mouth like you wouldn't believe, and not just once.  
And his cock is perfect."  She stopped abruptly.  "What's wrong, Rob?"

Robin felt the room closing in and the tears welling up in her eyes.  And she 
spilled it.  The whole thing, from the dream to the resolve to shape up, to the 
eight months of preparation to ... now.

She was shaking uncontrollably as Julie led her to the door of the cafe and out 
onto the sidewalk.  Time had frozen, and Robin had no awareness of what was 
happening as Julie drove her home and guided her up the stairs to her apartment.  
She realized where she was when they reached the top of the stairs, and she 
paused, her trembling hand putting the key in the door with difficulty.  Julie 
caught her and half picked her up as she collapsed on the landing.  Inside Julie 
propped her up on the sofa.

"Robin, Robin, sweet, stop, please."  Julie's arms were around her, holding her 
up, her perfume intoxicating.  Robin buried her head in her neck, drinking in 
her sweet scent, feeling Julie's long, soft hair against her face.  Julie's 
hands drew her head back and she looked into her eyes.  There she saw such love 
and tenderness, and when their lips met, there was no surprise.  Robin's lips 
parted and their tongues met.  A strap slid off her shoulder and Julie slid it 
down her arm and then moved her hand to cup Robin's exposed breast, caressing 
her, fondling her gently.

They were soon naked on the living room floor, Julie's tongue inside her, 
carrying her upward as each stroke passed over her clit, making her writhe as 
she twirled her tongue around the hard tip.  A finger was inside her, then two, 
as Julie took her clit gently into her mouth, sucking and licking, slowly, 
sensuously.  Robin buried her hands in Julie's thick, dark hair, pulling her 
head down, pushing her hips upward against her mouth.  Julie began licking 
faster and harder, running her tongue over the length of her pussy while her 
fingers wriggled inside.  Robin felt the delicious tension mounting with each 
stroke of Julie's tongue until she let out a long moan and exploded in ecstasy, 
her body arching, trembling, her hands pressing down on Julie's head, urging her 
to keep her coming as long as she could.  And when she finally came down, 
gasping and bathed in sweat, Julie was next to her, kissing her gently.  

Robin touched her tentatively, caressing her cheek and then running her hand 
down the curve of her neck, to her shoulder.  She hesitated as her hand 
approached Julie's breast.  Julie rolled onto her back and gently guided Robin's 
hand the remaining inches to her breasts.  Robin marveled at them, their gentle 
curve, the small pointed nipples, so small and firm, so unlike her own.  She 
began nuzzling them, feeling the familiar but unfamiliar textures, knowing but 
not knowing, and by instinct, she made love to her friend, kissing her breasts, 
tenderly sucking firm brown nipples.  After a while, her mouth wandered on, 
kissing the taut skin of her tummy while her hand explored the scatchy fur 
between her legs and discovered the smooth, slick oasis within.  Finally, she 
drank her salty-sweet nectar, slipping her tongue within her delicate folds, and 
not relinquishing her prize until Julie had climaxed loudly and violently.  Then 
they were face to face, soft lips meeting in a tender kiss.  Without a word, 
they moved to the bedroom and made love again, slowly this time, each exploring 
every curve of the other's body.

Robin woke up with Julie holding her and stroking her hair.  "Now you know what 
it's like, sweet," Julie said softly.

"Hmmmm.  Wonderful," Robin replied, snuggling next to her.  She had felt 
sensations she had never felt with her husband or with the handful of lovers she 
had had before their marriage.  She slid her hand across Julie's tummy to caress 
the curve of her breast, fascinated by its firmness, by the brownness of her 
nipple.  The contrast of her own pale skin against Julie's brown skin was 
deliciously arousing.

Julie kissed her hair and she turned to offer her mouth.  They kissed warmly.  
Robin gazed into Julie's hazel eyes, admiring their beauty.

"Rob, sweet?"  Julie's voice was sad, and Robin felt fear and panic rising 
inside her.  "What I told you at the cafe - about the guy?"

"Don't tell me about him, don't tell me you want him.  Not after this."  Robin 
pleaded, tears filling her eyes.

"Robin, I know.  This is wonderful, like nothing you've felt before.  And I've 
wanted to do this since college, but you were straight.  And after I came out, 
you never even changed clothes in front of me.  So I stopped seeing you as a 
sexy woman and started seeing you as a friend - nothing more.  Now I have you as 
a lover and Paulo as a lover.  Two wonderful, marvelous lovers who make me want 
to leave everything else and spend all my time making love to them.  I love you, 
Robin, but I don't think ... I mean after Nicki, it's just . . .I don't think I 
could commit to another woman.  Not right now.  Besides I promised Paulo I would 
come back."  Tears were streaming down Julie's cheeks and Robin sobbed.  Both 
crying, they clung to each other.

"I won't let you go without a fight!" Robin said suddenly, fiercely.  "When are 
you going back to Barcelona?"

"Day after tomorrow," Julie replied with a sniff.

"I'll meet you there."  Robin got out of bed and walked over to the window.  
"I'll make you forget him.  I will."  She turned to face Julie.  "You'll see."

Julie looked at her, the light from the window giving Robin a halo.  The golden 
brown of her hair and perfect proportions of her body overwhelmed Julie, filling 
her with a deep longing.  After several minutes of silence (was it really that 
long?) she said softly, "I believe you."

Julie got up and walked slowly into the living room to retrieve her clothes.  
Robin followed her and, still naked, watched her friend dress, savoring her last 
glimpses of her round bottom, her proud breasts, her long muscular thighs.  
Neither of them spoke as she dressed, but Robin sought out Julie's eyes with her 
own, looking for the answers she so desperately needed.  Finally dressed, Julie 
turned to say goodbye.  Robin moved close and they hugged, their lips meeting.  
This time Robin parted Julie's lips to explore with her tongue.  Julie returned 
the kiss sensuously, then pulled back to look at her friend.  Robin thought she 
saw her own passion reflected in her big hazel eyes, and she melted as Julie's 
hand slid down her back and over her bottom, her long fingers tracing a path 
between her cheeks. 

But Julie pulled away.  "You are sooooo tempting," she laughed.  "How did you 
get so wanton?  You used to be so straight!"  She stepped back, her long fingers 
lingering on Robin's hip before turning and walking to the door.  Robin stood 
helplessly and watched her leaving, paralyzed.  Julie paused at the door, 
turning to say good-bye, and then started out.  The door was halfway closed when 
she popped her head back in.  "I really do love you Robin!"  She blew a kiss and 
then the door closed and she was gone.  

Robin felt her heart leap at Julie's words and she sank back in a chair, hugging 
herself, her pulse racing, her body tingling.  She had to get a ticket to 
Barcelona.  And she had to have a plan.  She wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry 
as she thought about her futures, the one she so desperately wanted and the one 
she feared might come to be.

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