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 What the fuck??

   Those were the words that kept hammering through my brain as I stood in
the doorway to our bedroom.  I couldn't believe what I was seeing in front
of me.  It was almost impossible to comprehend, but there was my husband of
10 years, on his back, with his best friend Josh moving lustily between his
legs.

   What the fuck??

   Maybe they sensed my presence in the door.  Maybe they saw my shadow. 
Or maybe it was my ear piercing scream asking them what the fuck they were
doing.  Whatever it was, they stopped and looked at me like two boys with
their hand caught in the cookie jar.  Only, it wasn't a hand, it was a cock
and the cookie jar happened to be my husband's ass.

   What the fuck??

   Needless to say they pulled apart quickly.  Dumbstruck I listened to
them talk way to fast about what was happening.  There, naked in MY bed,
they started to cry, telling me they loved each other and how sorry they
were.  Well, this isn't Brokeback Mountain and I could personally care less
how much they loved each other.  They were fucking.  In my bed!  What was I
supposed to be, happy they found each other?

   Fuck that!

   What can I say?  Paul got out of the house that night.  Stay and work
thought it?  No thank you.  Live together for some length of time while we
settled it amicably?  Are you fucking kidding me?  He's lucky I didn't burn
his goddamn clothes on the front lawn.  He left and knew better than to ask
me for anything.  Which is good, because a few months later, that's exactly
what he had - nothing

   "I'm sorry, I don't mean to come off as some scorned bitch on wheels.  I
guess I still feel rather bitter about the whole thing.  You trust someone
for so long and then you find out they are not the person you think they
are.  It just knocks your world off balance for a while.  Do you know what
I mean?"

   I think the question startled her.  She had been listening so intently
to my story of marital "bliss" that she hadn't said a word in 20 minutes.
After pausing just a moment to take a drink from her wine glass, she nodded
yes.  Yes she knew exactly what I meant.

   We were sitting in the lounge of a ritzy vacation Spa in Scottsdale,
Arizona.  My friends must have taken pity on me (or their poor ears) and
decided that I needed some time away.  No more sitting in a lonely house
watching reality TV.  No more curling up in the guest bedroom (I will NOT
sleep in that other bed anymore) eating peanut butter off of a spoon in my
PJ's.  Off to a vacation resort that caters to women.  Go, go, have fun
they said.

   I swear they must have all watched Under the Tuscan Sun or something.

   So now I'm here drinking wine talking to a stranger about my life.  This
frankly was odd for me.  I'm never one to just gab about my problems to
people I don't know.  Somehow though this felt comfortable.  Talking to
Charlene wasn't like talking to a stranger.  It wasn't like talking to a
friend either.  It was something more relaxed and more raw than either of
those could be.

   She poured another glass of Ravenswood and settled back into her chair.
There was a pause that hung in the air, almost palpable amid the cherry
wood and painted Italian frescoes while she lifted the glass to her lips.
As she set it down she began to tell me of her life, her loves.

   "I was with Sam for 5 years.  We were everything to each other.  We had
the kind of relationship that we could complete each others sentences,
order each others food, and think each others thoughts.  I thought we were
soul mates.  I've never felt that closeness with anyone like I did with
Sam."

   I looked at her melancholy face and asked her the obvious question. 
"What happened between you and him?"

   I noticed a small smile play across her lips.  It was an odd contrast to
the contemplative look that was there just a brief second before.

   "We grew apart I guess.  That's what Sam said when she left me.  She
said that she just didn't love me in a passionate way anymore.  Then she
left"

   She.  Sam was a she.  I know my breath caught for just a second in my
chest when I realized that Charlene was lesbian.  She saw it too.  I could
tell from the pensive look on her face she was waiting to see how I
reacted. My first thought wasn't that Charlene was a lesbian, but that I
must seem like a real bigot talking about Paul and Josh.  I felt this wave
of embarrassment wash over me and I really didn't know what to say.

   "Does it bother you that Sam was a woman?  Are you uncomfortable talking
to a big, bad lesbian?" she asked in an almost defiant tone.

   "No, actually it doesn't bother me at all.  Your sexual preference is
your business not mine.  I just feel awful after carrying on about Paul. 
You must think I'm a real loser."

   Charlene began to laugh.  It was a genuine, rich laugh that broke the
tension completely.  She smiled at me brightly and said that she'd think
the same thing if she were in my shoes.  " ï, ï, ï, ï, ï, ï- "That's not
prejudice its anger.  You and Paul had a relationship and he was lying to
you.  How else would you feel?  Would it really have been that much
different if he was fucking some woman in your bed?"

   I started laughing with her.  The sound of her saying fucking while
sitting in such a posh place made me lose control.  I managed to choke out
the word No, in between fits of laughter.  Almost like a cartoon, she began
to laugh even harder, spurred on by my loss of control.  I'm sure the 4 or
5 other people scattered about thought we were nuts, but it felt so
freeing. Finally, after all this time, I could feel all that hate start to
slip away.

   As the laughing subsided I thought about how much fun it was to share
this stuff with Charlene.  I wasn't sure where to go from here, but it
would be nice to have a new friend for the week I was staying.  I didn't
want her to have the wrong impression, I'm hetero right?  But I also wanted
to get to know her better and hang out.

   "I'm not gay" I blurted out.

   She started laughing again and rolled her eyes.

   "Yeah I kind of figured after the whole married for 10 years thing.  Who
knows though - maybe you're a closet dyke" she said in a teasingly
seductive voice.

   "No no, not me, I love the men!  I mean there is nothing wrong with
being a lesbian, but it's just not for me"

   Charlene reached over and put her hand on my thigh, almost but not quite
in a lewd way and leaned forward.  I felt my heart THUD into my chest.  She
leaned into me and I thought she was going to kiss me.  I sat frozen as her
lips closed in on my ear, feeling her warm breath tickle me.  For the span
of several heartbeats she held their, poised to do what she wanted and me
helpless to stop her.

   "Who said I was asking you to be one?"

   With that she drew back suddenly.  Sitting upright in her chair, drink
in hand, legs crossed.  I wasn't sure if she was mad, if I had crossed a
line or if it was just a joke.  I got that feeling in the pit of my stomach
when you're afraid of losing something.

   "Oh, umm I didn't mean that.  Shit, what I should have said was that I'm
happy to meet someone so nice here and I hope we can hang out this week. 
Friends and stuff.  I miss having someone to talk to, and I just liked
talking to you.  It's just I didn't want you to think I was hitting on you
or anything.  Somehow that came out as 'I'm not gay' "

   I heard her laugh again and she shook her head." You're crazy you know
that?  Really we don't infect you and make you gay or anything.  Don't
worry about it.  I can keep my hands to myself while we have some fun here.
It would be nice to be able to share this place with someone I liked."

   The rest of the night passed quickly.  We each had another glass of wine
and ordered some dinner.  I admit, I normally don't like all that organic
healthy stuff, but it was fantastic.  The waiter pampered us and really
catered to our every need.  Finally, after lingering long past appropriate
we headed out.  On the walk back to our casitas, we threw out various ideas
about tomorrows plans.  Tennis wasn't her thing, horse back writing wasn't
mine.  At last we decided on the spa.  A few hours of pampering sounded
about perfect.

   Charlene walked me to my door and hugged me goodnight.  I can't explain
it but I was a little disappointed when she turned to leave.  It wasn't
like I wanted her to come in, but there was a part of me that was happy to
connect with someone and didn't want to be alone.  Maybe it was too much
wine, maybe it was too many nights sitting in my house alone, but the empty
room felt even lonelier than I would have guessed.



   I don't know when I finally fell asleep, but when it came, it came deep.
If I dreamed I can't remember what they were.  All I know is that I woke up
feeling more refreshed and more alive than I had in many months.  I ordered
some juice and fruit from room service and started the shower.  Once the
water was steamy I stepped it to clean up.

   As the water cascaded down my skin, I began to think about the day
ahead. Images of Charlene and I sitting on massage tables, watching strong
hands knead our flesh sent warm sensations throughout my body.  I focused
on the sight of her body as she relaxed under his masterful touch.  The
soap filled loofah slid down my body as I watched her with growing
interest. Suddenly it was my hands on her body, my fingers massaging her
skin.  The soap coated my breasts as I ran my hand down her legs.  My
stomach tingled as I circled lower, seeing my hands slip up to her thighs.
The sponge came dangerously close to my mound watching my fingers tease
closer to hers.  A small gasp escaped my lips as I touched myself, touched
her...

   DING DONG

   I snapped back from my dream.  Room service!  Of all times for room
service to show up quickly.  I stepped out of the shower and rapped the
thick white terry robe around my body.  I opened the door and let the
waiter in.  Maybe I was feeling bold, maybe I was a little miffed that he
interrupted my shower, but I decided to be a little mean.  I let my robe
fall open just a bit, just enough to show off the swell of my breast.  I
leaned over to get my wallet from the table and made sure he could see my
body.  I smiled to myself as he stood staring, the color flooding his
cheeks.  I stood quickly and looked at him with mock scorn.

   "Were you looking at me?" I asked icily.

   "Um no ma'am, I was just um waiting for you to finish." he replied
obviously shaken.

   "Would you're boss approve of you accosting me that way?  Do you guys
make a habit of harassing a guest that way??"

   "I didn't mean to umm, I mean your robe just was open and I, I didn't
mean to stare.  I swear Ma'am.  Please please don't tell"

   I stared him down the best I could.  My robe still hung open, the
temptation to look still evident on his face.  I decided to have a little
mercy on the poor kid and let him off the hook.

   "OK, I understand.  You didn't mean to look, you just couldn't help
yourself.  Men are like that, not able to help themselves when they should
know better.  I guess I shouldn't blame you.  If you promise to bring me a
pot of coffee and fresh fruit every morning, I'll pretend it never
happened."



   A look of relief washed over the boys face.  He quickly agreed to my
request and backed the cart out of the room.  I had to chuckle to myself
when he left.  I know I was mean to him, but what the hell.  He shouldn't
have been so efficient.



   I lounged around until 10 when we were supposed to meet at the spa.  Our
plan was to have a facial, pedicure and massage before lunch and I admit I
was looking forward to it.  Drinking my coffee, I started to think about
the shower.  God I must be horny to think about touching a woman, I mean
honestly - I'm not gay!  It sounds clichÃ(C), like every story you'd ever
read, but it's true.  I've never even kissed another girl and have no
desire to.  Why then did I dream about Charlene in the shower?  Maybe it
was just because she was the first one I connected with since Paul.  Yeah,
that's it.



   Its funny how the more time you have to get somewhere, the greater the
likelihood of being late there is.  I had gone from ample time to get ready
to running to keep our date.  Appointment I mean.  I had to run to keep out
appointment.  I made it, just, and met Charlene in the spa foyer.  She
looked beautiful.  I had to admit it; she looked beautiful with her long
blond hair cascading down her back.  A simple but elegant floral summer
dress was draped picture perfect over her frame.  The light yellows and
pinks contrasted against her tanned skin in a breath catching way.  I think
I sat there tongue tied for a moment.  Images of the shower flashed quickly
through my head and I felt myself blush.



   "There you are" Charlene called out brightly.  "I was wondering if you
overslept."

   "Are you kidding me, oversleep the spa?  No way!  I just fell behind
reading the paper and such.  All this relaxing is time consuming"



   We walked in and immediately fell into the hands of an incredibly
competent staff.  It was early, but we drank champagne cocktails while the
ladies worked on our feet.  It was bubbly and refreshing and the perfect
compliment to the pedicure.  After an all too brief eternity, Charlene
asked me what color she should have her toes painted.



   "Should I go with 'Japanese Rose Garden' or 'Big Apple Red'?"



   "Hmm, well the Red is rather bold.  Are you looking to get lucky?" I
teased.

   "Well I sure as hell am not looking not too, but whatever.  Hey how
about this one - 'Would You Like a Licktenstien' that's hilarious.  I think
I'll go with that one."

   I was laughing so hard I nearly spilled my drink.  I kept wondering who
in the world names these colors when my girl asked me if what color I
wanted.  I almost said clear like I always did, when I stopped and chose
the most vivid color they had, 'Red Red Rhine'.  To say it was bold was an
understatement.

   "Oh so who wants to get lucky now?" Charlene said.  "And here I thought
you were going to hang with me all day"

   I waved my hand at her to shush her and watched my toes blossom with
color.  It really did look nice, in a girl on the town way.  I would never
do this at home - who needs the attention at work, but here?  Here it felt
right.

   The rest of the morning was a blur.  The facial (I hate facials) was
refreshing if just a bit silly (really - special mud?  Rejuvenating powers?
Sure...).  I barely remember the hour long massage.  I know it felt
wonderful.  I remember feeling wonderful, but it all seems like a dream. 
Tension poured out of me as I sat on the table.  Jeanine, my masseuse
played my skin with practiced care.  When it was over, I floated rather
than walked to the door.  It's no exaggeration to say I felt better than I
had in years.

   Charlene came out at about the same time.  She was positively glowing.
She smiled and laughed with her girl, a pretty little brunette whose name I
couldn't make out.  There was lots of touching and giggles as they finished
up whatever they were talking about.  I felt jealous for some reason.  I
can't explain it, but I did.  I admit I probably walked a bit to fast, took
Char's hand a bit too quickly and asked if she was ready to leave.  She
looked at me queerly (no pun) and said sure, we can head out.  I smiled at
the staff as we made our exit, ready to spend some more time with my new
friend.

   We had lunch on the balcony over looking the Camleback Mountains.  It
was peaceful and serene to relax under the warm sun, watch the flowers sway
in the lush garden and let all the cares in the world dissipate.  We split
a bottle of Verdad AlbariÃ+/-o while we munched on a sampling of tapas
style dishes.  I was falling in love with the Brie with pistachio & fig
bruschetta, the taste simple decadent while Charlene snacked on a Moroccan
spiced chicken kebab.  Neither of us felt much need to talk.  We smiled; we
ate and felt at peace.

   "It really is beautiful here" she said after some time.

   "Yes, it's hard to believe how incredible this is.  I would have never
thought Arizona was so nice." I replied.

   "I'm really happy to share this with you.  It's so much better having a
friend to enjoy this with.  It would have been a waste otherwise."

   "Plus" Charlene giggles, "Someone needed to see my toe-nails."

   I laughed at that and went back to my lunch.  We smiled like school kids
at one another, both caught up in the moment.  When lunch was over,
Charlene said she wanted to go soak in the hot tub.  I said that sounded
great if she didn't mind me tagging along.  She gave me that look like I
was stupid and said of course, that's why she brought it up.  OK sue me if
I'm polite.

   When Charlene mentioned hot tub, I guess I assumed the standard little
circle of bubbling water.  Ha, was I wrong.  To call this a hot tub was
insulting.  Think Roman bath and the picture is more accurate.  The
Mediterranean architecture gave the place a sense of grandeur.  There were
tall pillars and painted archways on every side of the room.  The bath
itself was huge, almost, but not quite the size of a swimming pool.  Soft
music played just audibly in the background.  When I finally got into the
water, the heat made my head spin.

   I took a seat near Charlene.  We both lay back, resting against the back
of the tub.  I closed my eyes and drifted for a bit, the heat and steam
making me languid.  It took some effort, but I started to tell Charlene
about my morning with the waiter.  She honestly cackled when I told the
story, her hand patting my knee heavily.  she asked what made me be so bad,
and I told her that he interrupted me in the shower.

   "Oh and just what were you doing in the shower" she teased.

   "Well what do you think I was doing in the shower?" I shot back.  "A
girl has needs you know"

   "Oh honey, do I know that.  Needs needs needs, and a few wants to" she
grinned.  "So what were you thinking of in that shower of yours that got
you so flustered?"

   I started to say our massage, and then stopped.  I couldn't actually say
that could I?  That would send the wrong idea, I mean thinking about it in
the shower is fine but telling her is different.

   "Oh you know, just random images, things from the past" I lied.

   She seemed to look me up and down, eyeing me critically.  I think I saw
disappointment in her eyes, as if she knew I wasn't being honest.  She
moved just a bit further away, became just slightly stiffer as if a barrier
had been thrown up between us.  My stomach flopped as soon as I saw it. 
Until then, I had no idea what I was thinking, but see her back hurt.  I
didn't want to hurt anymore.

   "I thought about you.  I thought about massaging you, touching you.  I
don't know why.  I've never once thought about that with a woman, but I
thought about you."

   She stared at me again, a look of turmoil on her face.  I have no idea
what went through her head at that moment, but I don't think I took a
single breath.  I waited for her to speak, to move - to do something that
would make me feel good about saying that.  I waited for a lifetime.

   "Good"

   Good?  Good is my answer?  What kind of answer is that I thought?  I
just admitted to having my first lesbian fantasy and all I get is a good?

   "I guess" I answered coolly.  "Doesn't matter since room service came
and I never got to finish it."

   "Do you want to?  Finish the dream that is?"

   Now it was my turn to struggle.  Did I want this, really?  Was I just
lonely or was there something more?  Did I want Charlene in a way that
meant more than friends?

   Yes.

   "What's it like with a woman" I asked softly.

   Charlene started to say something 3 or 4 times, but stopped.  Finally
she said that that wasn't really the question I wanted answered, was it?

   "No, no it's not"

   She leaned over to me and touched my cheek with her hand.  Gently,
slowly she turned my face to hers until she could see all of me.  Her hands
found my neck.  She moved forward, her lips just brushing mine.  Soft,
sensual lips that felt like feathers compared to the harsh grinding of a
man.  Her mouth opened, my mouth opened, our tongues every so slowly
exploring each other.  I grew weak from the kiss, from her kiss, and
abandoned all my fears to her lips.

   We kissed for minutes, not stopping, not breaking.  Neither of us wanted
to break the spell we were under.  Her soft lips pressed to mine with
increasing passion.  Tongues that were slow at the start now were daring,
teasing, and trying to drive each other crazy.  My heart beat so fast I
thought I was going to faint.  Finally, torturously she broke away from me.


   "That's how it is with me.  I'm not sure about other women, but that's
how it is with me" she whispered.

   I reached for her.  I had to touch her, to feel her against my skin. 
One hand found her hip, the other her shoulder and I pulled her back,
kissing her hard and hungry.  She kissed back, equal parts skilled and
reckless abandon until I couldn't stand it.

   "I want you" I told her.  "God I want you"

   She was kissing my neck now.  Her teeth grazing against me, adding a
sense of mock danger that drove me crazy.  Where her teeth would nibble,
her tongue would caress moments later, she kissed my shoulder, my collar
bone until she was kissing the hollow of my neck.  Her hands began to roam
over me, not rushed but still seeking my skin.

   "Come with me" she said in a husky, lusty voice as she pulled me to my
feet.  I thought we were going to go to one of our cabins, but to my
surprise she pushed me against the pillar in the back of the room.  The
plaster felt cold and rough after the hot water, but I didn't care.  She
pressed her whole body to mine, touching as much of me as she possibly
could.

   Charlene wasted no time.  What had been slow and controlled in the tub
became frantic and heated out.  She kissed down my body until she reached
my breasts.  I could feel her warm mouth envelop my nipple through the
lycra.  She tugged and pulled the flesh, the fabric until I was moaning
with desire.  I felt her undo the tie that held my suit up, and slip the
straps off my arms.  I stood there, bare from the waist up for her to
touch.

   My fingers found her head and pulled her back to my breasts.  I needed
her there, needed to feel the soft caress of her tongue.  I puller her
tighter, wanting to feel the weight of her against my chest.

   Charlene continued to push my suit all the way down.  Naked I stood in
front of her, reveling in the fact that she wanted me.  Shyness went away
as my hands explore her body.  I slid down her sides, feeling her breasts,
her breasts!!  for the first time.  The feeling was intoxicating.  Every
toned, yet soft inch of her felt like lust incarnate.  I wanted to touch
all of her at the same time.  My hands explored her hips, her breasts, her
back.  They slid down her frame until they found her bottom.  I pulled her
bottom half in closer as I leaned back, feeling our hips grind together
while her mouth still held my nipple in its grasp.

   She began to pull my leg up against her hip.  She stepped inside just a
bit so that I could feel the friction of her suit on Me.  I began to grind
against her leg, the pressure of her body on my mound making me weak.  I
felt Charlene lift my leg up higher, opening me while she continued to rub
against me steadily.  She never slowed while she steadied my back with her
left hand.  She only moved to help guide me where she wanted me.  My body
ached for her, needed her and responded on its own.  I moved my hips
furiously over her leg, pulling her tighter still against me.  I felt a
growing wave of excitement build in me.

   Suddenly she drew back, tearing the exquisite feel of her skin from
mine, making me cry out in frustration.  She held my leg, keeping it high
as she pushed me back against the rough pillar for the second time.  I felt
her sink down, sliding against me once more.  She draped my leg over her
shoulder and began to kiss lightly around my excited womanhood.  Slower,
more deliberately than any man I had ever known, she parted me.  I could
feel her warm breath tickle across the surface, feel it send shivers
against the aroused wet flesh.

   Then she did it.  Her tongue found me, found the core of my being.  When
she flicked inside of me, I cried out in relief.  I gripped her shoulder
tightly as she ran circles over my clit, sending those waved of excitement
crashing down.  It felt like the blink of an eye, but I began to moan in
orgasmic release.  She continued to swirl over me, sucking me in until I
nearly fell down.

   Charlene lowered my leg and began to kiss up my body.  Her hand, so warm
and tender cupped my mound, pressing tight against the outside.  She held
me like this as she kissed me, not letting go, lot pressing forward.  She
held me like this as she kissed me softly, letting me taste myself from her
lips.  She held me like this until I felt the intensity of my orgasm
subside and the fires of my desire return.

   I broke out kiss and hugged her to me.  I started to cry on her
shoulder, tears or joy, release, maybe even relief.  I let her hold me in
her arms comforting me.  She knew she didn't have to speak, didn't need to
respond.  She knew what I needed.  She held me in her arms and let me feel
loved and find peace.

   Between tears I brought my lips to her ears and whispered to her that I
still wasn't gay.

   I was thrilled.

   And I was hers.

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