From: annd@pop.tiac.net (Ann Douglas)
Subject: The Girl's Of Delta Theta Phi - (1/7) - FF
Date: Fri, 08 Nov 1996 00:20:48 GMT
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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated
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- The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
by Ann Douglas
Part One
Cynthia Carter paced impatiently back and
forth along the train platform as she waited for the
7:10 from New York City to arrive. The station
manager had made some sort of announcement
about a small track fire causing a minor delay, but
Cynthia really hadn't paid it too much attention. All
she knew that the longer it took Courtney to arrive,
the less time they would have to spend together over
the weekend.
Running her fingers through her short
graying blonde hair, the 62 year old newspaper
publisher looked down the long empty length of
track for the fourteenth time. A quick glance at her
watch told her that the train was now 40 minutes
late.
The importance Cynthia attached to her
daughter's visit was reflected in her mode of dress.
Normally, Cynthia spent her days in casual shorts
and light blouses in the summer and sweat suits in
the colder months. If she really had to, she would
wear a business jacket and slacks for a meeting. She
had long ago stopped caring how she looked to
other people. Friends who passed her on the train
platform were surprised to see her in a rather
attractive blue dress, a garment that greatly
illustrated her still considerable charms.
Most people were surprised when Cynthia
mentioned her age because she looked at least a
decade younger. Standing 5' 8", her weight had
fluctuated between 160 and 170 lbs most of her
adult life. Spread rather evenly over her frame, most
of the weight seemed centered in her large 38DD
bust. She was still a formidable enough presence to
turn the heads of men thirty years her junior.
"Station manager says the train just left
Bluefield." said a young man who walked up behind
Cynthia. "Should be here in another 10 minutes."
"Thank you, " Cynthia said to the teenager
as she again looked down the track. "But I'll believe
that when I se it pulling in."
Sure enough, it was closer to twenty minutes
before the silver and white train pulled into the
station. Starting at the front of the train, Cynthia
worked her way through the crowd looking for
Courtney. The train had been packed, the earlier
two scheduled runs having been canceled. After a
fruitless effort that resulted in getting no further
back that the second car, Cynthia decided to just
wait by the ticket office and let her daughter find her
instead.
The crowds quickly dissipated and it wasn't
long before the blue clad woman heard a familiar
voice calling out to her.
"Mother...over here!" the voice shouted.
Through a small group of commuters,
Cynthia could see a red figure waving her hand to
get her attention. A broad smile on her face, she
briskly walked over to her, unwilling to simply stand
and wait.
Before Courtney could say a word, her
mother had embraced her in a bear hug and planted
a kiss on her cheek. While it was in reality only
about five weeks since they'd seen each other, it had
felt like months to Cynthia.
"Let me look at you." Cynthia said as she
broke the hug and stepped back.
Courtney was wearing a rather expensive red
business jacket with matching skirt. Her long blonde
hair was tied up in a weave and she wore only a hint
of makeup, just matching lipstick and a hint of
powder. Unlike her mother, she felt the image she
projected was everything. Yet then again, Courtney
was just starting out in the world of business. It was
hard enough getting some men to take you seriously
without having them look at you without seeing just
a potential bedmate.
Their third child, Courtney had been born
rather late in Cynthia's life. The news that she was
pregnant again at 40 had sent a shock wave through
her life. Since she and her husband owned and
operated their own business, it wasn't that hard to
make the transition to working mother. Yet by the
time Courtney turned six and started school, their
small office supply company had grown so
successful that she decided to give it up and
concentrate full time on being a mother. Today, 22
years later, the firm was three times the size it'd
been at the time of Courtney's birth.
Although she was still a full partner in the
family business, Cynthia had decided against going
back when Courtney had left home for college.
Instead, she'd bought into a small local paper and
eventually became it's co-publisher. It was
something she could call her very own.
"Is Daddy with you?" Courtney asked as she
looked around into the crowd.
"I'm afraid that he's not home this
weekend." the older woman said, her voice just a
little reluctant. "He flew up to Boston yesterday to
make a presentation to some new clients about out
new software line. He thinks it'll bring a lot of new
business to the company."
"I kind of expected he'd come up with some
kind of excuse not to be here." Courtney said, her
tone revealing that she didn't believe a word of her
mother's excuse. "He usually does when I come
home."
Cynthia wanted to say something to refute
her accusation against her father, but the words
wouldn't come. The reason being that what she said
was true. The only time father and daughter had
seen each other over the last two years had been at
large family functions. He hadn't even attended her
graduation.
"Your father does love you, dear." Cynthia
said. "He just has a hard time accepting things as
they are."
"Well he's going to have to accept it
eventually." Courtney said. "No one's going to say
a magic word and change me into what he expected
me to be."
Cynthia's smile hid the fact that she too
originally had a hard time accepting her daughter's
lifestyle. She still remembered the day, back in her
junior year of college, when her precious baby girl
had announced to friends and family that she was a
lesbian. Unlike her husband, she quickly came to
grips with the idea, realizing that however and with
whoever she lived her life, she was still her daughter.
And no matter what, she loved her and only wanted
her to be happy.
"It's getting late." Cynthia said, changing
the subject. "I originally thought we'd go out to
dinner, but with all the delays, maybe we should just
head home."
"That'd be fine with me, I am a little tired."
Courtney said as she turned and looked over her
shoulder. "Er...mom, there's something I neglected
to mention to you when we talked last night..."
With that, a tall black woman stepped up to
Courtney. The look of recognition on her face told
Cynthia that they knew each other.
"I finally found my beeper." The woman
said. "It fell through the seats."
"Mom, this is Nicole. She's a friend of mine,
I invited her up for the weekend. I hope you don't
mind."
Cynthia looked at the brown skinned
woman. She was at least ten years older than her
daughter with short curly black hair. A little taller
than both Courtney and herself, she had a lean, lithe
form. Soft red lips framed a flawless smile. Small
compact breasts pressed against a yellow blouse and
long smooth legs stretched out from beneath blue
shorts.
"Why of course not," Cynthia said, hiding
her disappointment that they wouldn't be spending
the weekend alone. "You're friends are always
welcome."
"Great." the blonde woman beamed. "I told
Nicole it would be OK. I promise her a chance to
get out of the city to unwind."
Nicole reached up and removed a pair of
dark sunglasses, revealing a pair of sparkling blue
eyes. They quickly eclipsed her engaging smile as
her most striking feature.
During the drive back to her house, Cynthia
learned a little more about her house guest. Nicole
had lived in Manhattan most of her life and was a
successful attorney. Courtney had met her a few
months back and had developed a friendship while
shopping for a birthday present for Cynthia. At the
time, Cynthia had been surprised by the gift.
Courtney really had no interest in art and such, yet
the painting had been an excellent choice. The
woman was friendly and quite intelligent. By the
time they pulled into the driveway, she found herself
liking Nicole.
- The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
by Ann Douglas
Part Two
"Welcome home Courtney." said the brown
haired man who greeted the trio as they exited the
car.
"Thank you, Edward." Courtney said,
returning his smile. "It's good to be home."
Edward Graham was 20 years old and a
student at the local college. In return for room,
board and a small salary, he served as a sort of jack
of all trades around the house. If it was broken, he
fixed it. If it was dirty, he cleaned it. In the three
years he had been living there, he had become
almost a member of the family.
"Ed, this is my friend, Nicole." Courtney
said as she turned her attention to the caramel
skinned woman behind her. "She'll be staying for
the weekend."
"Nice to meet you." Edward said cheerfully
as he took a good look at her. "I'll get the bags."
he added as he headed for the truck.
"Thanks," Cynthia said. "I made up
Courtney's room this morning and we'll put Nicole
in ......"
Cynthia paused for a moment. Not for the
first time in the last hour she considered the idea that
Nicole and Courtney might be more than just
friends. Did her daughter expect them to share a
room?
"Put Nicole in the guest room." Courtney
interjected, much to Cynthia's relief. "You'll love
it." she said to her friend. "It has the most beautiful
view of the garden."
"I'm sure it's beautiful." Nicole replied.
The suggestion surprised Cynthia. The guest
bedroom was on the other side of the house from
Courtney's room. She guessed that answered her
question of just how much of close friends the two
women were.
"Well you two get settled in and I'll see
about getting us some dinner." Cynthia said as she
headed into the house.
Dinner was simple was enjoyable.
Afterwards, the three women sat around the kitchen
table and chatted.
"Its nice to hear that you're doing so well at
the firm." Cynthia said as she sipped her tea. "And
I'm sure your father will be happy to know that all
that money he spent for Sara Douglas didn't go to
waste."
Courtney's ever-present smile faded for a
moment at the mention of her father and his content
reminders of how much her education had cost.
Then just as quickly it came back. Quickly she
changed the subject.
"Speaking of college, you and Nicole have
something in common." she said.
"What would that be?" Cynthia asked as she
turned and looked at Nicole.
"Nicole's a Theta Phi too." her daughter
beamed.
"Really?"
"Class of '84." Nicole offered.
"Class of '54." Cynthia chimed in.
"I guess that makes me the baby of the
bunch." Courtney laughed. "Class of '94."
All three women laughed.
"Class of '54," Nicole repeated. "That
means you were a pledge in 1950."
"Why yes," Cynthia said a little hesitantly.
"Why do you ask?"
"You were there during the big scandal at
Delta Theta Phi." Nicole said excitedly. "I can't
believe it, I never thought I'd get to hear what really
happened from someone that was really there.
Someone who really knew Jennifer Hallis"
"What scandal?" Courtney asked, her
questioning tone making it evident that she had no
idea what her friend was talking about. "Who was
Jennifer Hallis?"
"None of the sisters ever told you?" Nicole
asked. "I can't believe it. It's part of the legend of
Delta Theta Phi."
"Well lets here it now." Courtney gushed.
Nicole looked to Cynthia for a moment, then
took her silence for assent.
"Well Jennifer Hallis, first of all, was Class of
'50. She was also President of the Sisterhood, or
Queen might have been a better term."
"Queen?"
"Yes, from what I understand, she ran the
sorority like her own personal kingdom. Including
having ladies in waiting."
"So what was the big deal?" Courtney
interrupted.
"I'm getting to that." Nicole continued.
"What set Theta Phi apart from all the other houses
on campus was that almost every sister was
expected to be available to Jennifer for sex whenever
she wanted. In fact, you couldn't become a sister
unless you slept with her first."
"You're kidding." Courtney said.
"It's true." replied Nicole. "In fact, it got so
that all the pledges had to spend their first years as
wives to the senior class. Not to mention the
monthly orgies."
"That's incredible." the youngest woman
called out. "What happened, how did anyone find
out."
"In the pledge class of '50 there was a girl
named Susan Davis. Evidently, she found the idea
of lesbian sex sick to say the least. She wasn't the
first pledge to back out of the sorority when they
found out what they were into, but Susan believed
that she had a moral obligation to stop what she
believed were vile and disgusting acts. She went
right to the Board of Regents and the night of their
next all-girl party they were raided."
"What happened then?" Courtney asked,
now totally absorbed in the story.
"Jennifer was expelled on the spot, so where
a good many of the other girls. Then the Board
tried to hush the whole thing up. They spread the
story that the girls were expelled because of their
involvement in a cheating scandal. That was 1950
remember, lesbian was still a dirty word. The school
had their image to worry about. How many of those
upper class families that sent their precious
daughters to Sara Douglas would still do so if they
thought they would be exposed to such ideas."
"That's an incredible story." Courtney said,
taking it all in. Then a look of disbelief filled her
face when she realized that her mother was actually
there - and a member of that pledge class."
She turned to her mother and opened her
mouth to speak, but before she could say a word,
Cynthia cut her off.
"Before you let your imagination get out of
control, let me say something." Cynthia began.
"Even though I was a freshman in 1950, I didn't
pledge Delta Theta Phi until the second term. So
I'm afraid all of that happened before I was even a
sister."
"I didn't think they pledged during the
second term." Nicole asked a little suspiciously.
"Normally they didn't," Cynthia replied.
"but with all the girls expelled, they needed new
members to keep their charter."
"That makes sense." Nicole replied. "I hope
I didn't offend you."
"Not at all," Cynthia said. "In fact, that's the
first time I actually heard the story. I was there at
the school at the time and until now believed the
'cheating' story."
"It's still an incredible story." Courtney
repeated. "but I've been up since 4:30 and I think
I'm going to turn in."
"That sounds like a good idea." Nicole
agreed.
"You too go ahead, I've a little work to
finish before I call it a night."
- The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
by Ann Douglas
Part Three
A little work turned out to be a major
understatement and it was well after midnight by the
time Cynthia started up the stairs to bed. It had
been a very long day but a happy one never the less.
Any time Courtney came to visit, all her worries
seemed to disappear. It brought back memories of a
far simpler time.
Passing Nicole's room, Cynthia was careful
not to make any noise as not to wake their guest.
Hopefully, Edward had removed all of her husband's
clothes from the room before settling Nicole in. The
fact that she and her husband slept in separate rooms
wasn't something she really wanted to advertise -
not even to her own daughter.
Truth be told, it had been many years since
they had slept together as man and wife. Most
nights, Steven slept elsewhere. Elsewhere currently
being the apartment of his 29 year old girlfriend.
The only reason they hadn't divorced was that
Steven kept saying it would be bad for the
companies image. One of these days she might find
a reason to push for the divorce, but for now she
was content to let things sat as they were.
Stopping again at the door to Courtney's
room, Cynthia decided to check in on her daughter.
It was a silly thing really, after all Courtney wasn't
six years old anymore. But it did make her feel
better.
Silently she turned the doorknob and eased
the door open. Cynthia took a small step inward
before stopping in her tracks. Instead of the serene
image she expected, she found instead one out of
her most erotic dreams.
It had been many years since the last time
Cynthia had seen her daughter naked so it was a
shock to see how much her body had developed.
The small breasts that she had last seen the day
she'd first taken Courtney shopping for her first
training bra had blossomed into a magnificent set of
34C's. The rest of her young body was just as
impressive, showing that she had viewed the
development of her body as seriously as that of her
mind.
It wasn't so much the development of her
daughter's body that caused Cynthia to step back as
it was it's position. Standing against the large
backboard of the queen sized bed was Nicole, as
naked as her daughter. Beneath the brown hued
woman's outstretched legs was Courtney, her mouth
pressed firmly against her hairy cunt.
It was one thing to know that her daughter
preferred women sexually, it was quite another to
actually see it. Cynthia was transfixed, unable to
tear her eyes away from the spectacle. It was a long
five minutes before the fear of discovery gave the
older woman the strength to pull herself away.
Closing the door behind her, Cynthia let out
a long loud sigh. To her surprise, she'd found the
sight of her daughter engaged in lesbian lust to be
the most exciting thing she'd seen in a good long
time. Her heart was racing, her breath shallow and
most incredible, the mound between her legs was
moist.
Crawling into the warm comfort of her bed,
Cynthia knew she would get little sleep that night.
It was a warm summer morning and Cynthia
decided to have breakfast out by the pool. It wasn't
long before Courtney joined her. She explained that
Nicole needed to make a few phone calls to make
and would join them as soon as she could.
"Did you sleep well, dear?" Cynthia asked.
"Like a baby." Courtney smiled.
Their breakfast conversation covered a few
topics until finally it turned to Nicole.
"Your friend Nicole seems like a really nice
person." Cynthia said. "Have you known her
long?"
"Not long really, only a few months."
Courtney answered as she nibbled a piece of toast.
"I met her at a fund raising party the alumni
association threw. She's an attorney, in fact she's
just made partner at her firm. I was admiring a
painting at the hotel where they had the fund raiser
and she happened to mention that she'd seen one
just like it at a friend's art gallery. I said I'd love to
be able to pick out something like that for your
birthday but knew next to nothing about art. Next
thing I knew she had offered to help me pick
something out."
"I guessed that much." Cynthia said. "That
painting seemed a little out of your league. "But
there's something I want to ask you, but I'm not
sure how exactly to put it."
"Well straight out always seemed to work
for me." Courtney suggested.
"How well I know that." came her mother's
response. "But it's still hard for me to just come out
and say something."
"Give it a try mom."
"I was wondering, I mean I'd like to ask you
just how close you and Nicole actually are?"
Cynthia finally blurted out.
"You mean are we lovers or anything like
that?" Courtney casually replied.
"Well yes."
"Are we lovers, well not really." her
daughter continued in that same casual tone. "Have
we slept together on occasion...yes we have."
"I don't understand." Cynthia said.
"I guess you could just say we're close
friends who on occasion have sex. There are a
number of women who I sleep with. Some I have
very strong feelings for. In other cases its just
recreational. Bottom line is that at this point in my
life I'm too involved in work to even seriously thing
about settling down with anyone."
"I'm still not sure I really understand it, but
I'll settle for the fact that you do seem to be happy."
replied Cynthia.
"That's all I ask." her daughter grinned.
"Excuse me, but there's a phone call for
Courtney." said Edward as he walked up to the
small table, portable phone in hand. "Some guy
named Rogers, says he's your boss."
"I'll just be a minute, Mom." the blonde
haired girl said as she took the phone and walked a
few feet away to take the call in private.
While Courtney chatted just out of earshot,
Cynthia found herself staring at Edward. The little
exhibition last night had left her feeling very horny, a
sensation she hadn't felt in some time. Not even a
pleasing masturbation session last night and again
this morning had helped to satisfy her urge.
Watching the tall well built young man play
with his silver rimmed glasses, Cynthia was
reminded of a night not so long ago. The hockey
team that Edward played on had just won the local
championship and the two of them had stood up late
into the night celebrating. Edward, because hockey
was one of the most important things in his life, and
Cynthia because she just needed to have a little fun.
After a few bottles of very expensive wine
which Cynthia had liberated from her husband's
prized collection, Edward began to look very good
to her. She had been sorely tempted to try and
entice him into her bed, a bed her husband had so
long ago vacated. Finally common sense had
prevailed and she realized that a one night stand
wasn't worth upsetting the apple cart. Still, if he'd
been just some young man she'd met.
"Good morning." Nicole said as she walked
up to the table. "I hope I haven't kept anyone
waiting."
"No, of course not." Cynthia said,
dismissing her idle fantasy from her mind. "Please
have a seat."
It was hard for Cynthia not to sneak looks at
Nicole as she ate. The image of her naked form
being serviced by her daughter was still too fresh in
her mind.
An unhappy look covered Courtney's face as
she returned from her telephone call. Whatever it
had been about, it wasn't good news.
"Trouble honey?" Cynthia asked as she rose
from the table.
"I'm afraid so." came her reply. "I'm going
to have to cut the weekend short, they need me back
in Manhattan right away."
"That's terrible." Cynthia commented.
"I'll go and pack." Nicole said.
"Oh no, there's no reason for you to have
your weekend ruined too." Courtney said. "Why
don't you stay here and enjoyed it. I did promise
you a few days in the country."
Nicole waited before answering, her line of
sight shifting from Courtney to Cynthia.
"Isn't OK isn't it, Mom." Courtney asked as
she followed Nicole's gaze.
"Of course it is." Cynthia said, unsure what
else she could say.
"Great." Courtney said. "Edward's going
into town anyway so he'll give me a ride to the train.
If I hurry, I can catch the 10:30 to Penn Station."
- The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
by Ann Douglas
Part Four
(AnnD55@NYC.Pipeline.Com)
Cynthia was disappointed that her daughter's
visit was going to be cut short, but she understood
all too well how important Courtney's job was to
her. Hugs and kisses were quickly exchanged, as
well as the promise to get together again as soon as
possible.
Once Courtney and Edward had left, Cynthia
quickly completed some paper work she had
brought home for the weekend. She had only
brought a small amount home with her, assuming
that she was going to need a lot of free time to
spend with her daughter. She considered calling the
office and having one of the staff run some more out
to her, then decided against it. She took so little
time off these days, she deserved a little play time.
It wasn't until late afternoon that she even
saw Nicole again. Her houseguest seemed to be as
much a workaholic as she was, spending a good part
of the day on her cellular phone. True, laying on a
lawn chair in the garden was a lot better than being
locked up in an airtight office. Well, Cynthia
thought, I guess you don't get to be partner in a
prestigious law firm at 32 by taking it easy.
After lunch, Cynthia decided to spend some
time in the pool out back. It was one of her favorite
places to relax. Her husband had really gone
through the roof the year she had workman
construct a removable cover over the pool so it
could be heated and used in the winter. Still, half
the profits from the company were hers to use as she
wished. After all, she had never complained about
his numerous excursions around the country - or the
various "assistants" who accompanied him.
"That looks inviting." Nicole said as she
walked up to the edge of the pool where Cynthia
was just relaxing after finishing her laps.
The tall cinnamon hued lawyer had changed
into a simple, comfortable white T-shirt and blue
shorts. Even in that plain attire, she looked like she
a model out of town and country.
"You're welcome to join me." Cynthia said
as she smiled up at the older woman. "There's extra
suits in the poolhouse, I'm sure you'll be able to find
something that'll fit you."
"Oh I never bother with a suit." Nicole
quipped as she grabbed the bottom edges of her shirt
and pulled it up and over her head. Her braless
breasts bounced free in the air, giving Cynthia a
close up view of the round orbs she had only seen at
a distance the night before. The blue shorts quickly
followed, adding her dark curly haired bush to the
list of Nicole's attractions.
Cynthia had only a brief instant to recall the
image of her daughter's tongue buried up within that
mound. With a powerful leap into the air, the now
nude muscular young woman dived into the deeper
end of the pool.
She dropped all the way to the bottom
before pushing herself back up. She broke the
surface with a large splash, before flipping over and
traversing the length of the pool with a series of
textbook strokes. Executing a flawless flip at the far
end of the pool, Nicole recrossed the length of the
pool and moved up to where Cynthia was just
drifting lazily.
"The water feels wonderful." Nicole beamed
as she pulled herself up alongside Cynthia. "If I had
one of these, I'd never be out of shape."
"You're not exactly out of shape." Cynthia
laughed.
"Compared to when I was in college I am."
Nicole replied. "I can never seem to find the time to
get to the gym anymore."
"I imagine you must keep busy." Cynthia
noted.
It was at that moment that the younger
woman noticed that Cynthia was staring at her
naked breasts. The droplet covered mounds were
only a foot away from her now.
"Does this bother you?" Nicole asked. "My
not wearing a suit I mean."
"No, not at all." Cynthia answered. "If you
feel more comfortable that way, who am I to say
no."
"It really is a lot more comfortable than
wearing a confining suit." Nicole commented.
"You should try it."
"When I was young, we used to go to a
place down in the islands where we'd go skinny
dipping." Cynthia said as she leisurely splashed her
legs in the water. "I remember it as being a lot of
fun. Once you got used to all the naked bodies." she
laughingly added.
"Did that turn you on?" Nicole abruptly
asked.
"Excuse me?" Cynthia asked after pausing a
few beats, wondering how the conversation had
taken such an abrupt turn.
"I asked if that turned you on," Nicole
repeated. "All those naked bodies?"
"What would make you asked a question like
that?"
It took even longer for Nicole to answer. It
seemed for a few moments that she might be
reconsidering her question. Then, with deliberation,
she went on.
"Last night you seemed to spend a
considerable amount of time watching Courtney and
me. A lot longer than someone who had just
accidentally walked into an embarrassing situation.
Most people would've just stepped back out. You
stood there and watched for a while."
Cynthia's face blushed, she hadn't realized
Nicole had seen her. Then a more embarrassing
thought replaced that. Had she told Courtney?
"Was it the sight of our naked bodies that
interested you so much?" Nicole continued.
Cynthia was speechless, she didn't have an
answer. She really didn't know herself why she had
stayed there so long.
"Know what I think?" Nicole said, and then
continued without waiting for an answer. "I think it
was the sex that interested you so much. I think that
the fact that it was your daughter that was eating my
pussy was secondary to the act itself. I think you
got really hot watching two women get it on."
Nicole had automatically switched to what
she offtimes referred to as her inquisitor mode. The
conviction in her voice grew with each word.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Cynthia finally managed to stammer. She wasn't
used to being on the defensive.
"Oh yes you do." Nicole retorted with the
same confidence she had exhibited in front of some
of the states most noted judges.
Cynthia sensed that something she would
rather not have remembered was about to resurface.
She wanted to jump out of the pool and run. Yet, a
small voice deep within her called out for attention.
It urged her to let matters take their course.
"When you mentioned last night that you had
pledged mid-year back in 1950, it really didn't
sound right to me. I don't know why, maybe just
the investigator in me playing out a hunch. It's one
of my bad habits, I can't let a feeling like that go by
without following up on it. On the positive side,
following some of those hunches have gotten me
where I am today."
Nicole paused for a moment, waiting to see
if Cynthia was going to object to her going on any
further.
"Anyway, a client of mine, is the current
recording secretary for the Delta Theta Phi alumni
association. She's class of '87 by the way and also a
lesbian. You might find that interesting. Anyway,
going on the idea that my memory might just be
faulty, I called her this morning and asked her to
look up and see if there had ever been a mid-term
pledging in 1950 or any other year. She said that
since all the old records had been computerized a
few years back it would be no trouble to find out.
She called me back only an hour ago with the
information."
Cynthia was now totally still as well as silent.
"She said that there had never been a
mid-term pledge in '50 or any other year. She asked
why and I told her I was working on a
discrimination case remarkable like the Jennifer
Hallis scandal of that year. I just wanted to use it as
a little background. I asked if we had any current
information on the girls involved in the incident.
She said unfortunately no, most of the girls who
where kicked out had their records expunged by the
college administration. In fact, except for the file on
Jennifer herself, there were no other entries on who
even was involved. I had thanked her and was about
to hang up when she casually mentioned that there
was another name in the file - Jennifer's roommate
that last year. It was just an entry in the room
assignment form, there was nothing else on the girl.
The name was Cynthia Donnelley."
Cynthia's face turned pale.
- The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
by Ann Douglas
Part Five
(AnnD55@NYC.Pipeline.Com)
"I remember Courtney mentioning her
grandmother Donnelley." Nicole said excitedly.
"That was your maiden name..wasn't it?"
The older woman's silence confirmed it.
"You were her roommate." She continued,
making it a statement more than a question.
"Yes." Cynthia meekly answered, decades
of denial lifting with that single syllable.
"....and her lover."
"Yes, ... I was." this time it came easier.
A level of excitement filled Nicole. The same
excitement that filled her when she broke a guilty
party on the witness stand. The elation was short
lived as she suddenly realized what she had actually
done. This wasn't some courtroom, it was the home
of a friend. And this wasn't an adversary but simply
a woman who had told a simple lie about her life of
almost half a century before.
"Oh damn, Cynthia." Nicole recalled in
horror at what she'd done. "I'm so sorry. I don't
know what came over me. I can't believe I acted
like I did."
"It's OK." Cynthia said, knowing that the
younger woman was honestly upset at what she'd
done. "It's OK, it doesn't matter. I don't know
why I still lied about it all these years. It was so
long ago."
"Does Courtney know?" Nicole asked,
partly out of a curiosity that couldn't be surpressed
and a desire not to be the one to accidentally tell her.
"No, she doesn't know anything about that
period of my life or that her mother was once also
into women."
"Women?" Nicole repeated. "You had
other lovers after that?"
"What the hell, I might as well tell you the
whole story." Cynthia said with a smile. "Someone
should know what it was really like back then."
"You don't have to." Nicole said, hoping at
the same time that she would. "I was way out of line
with what I did."
"What's done is done." started Cynthia.
"Besides, now that I want to get it all out, maybe
it'll be easier telling it to a stranger." She paused for
a few beats and then added. "Then when I'm done,
we wouldn't really be strangers anymore."
Now it was Nicole's turn to remain silent
and just listen. Cynthia seemed to be looking far
away, even though she was looking straight at her.
The lawyer knew the older woman was looking past
the mist of years past.
"Most of what you heard about the Jennifer
Hallis story is pretty much true. My father was on
the Board of Trustees for Sara Douglas, just as his
father was before him. There was no way that they
was going to tag the daughter and granddaughter of
the Donnelly's of Tarrytown with a lesbian label. So
my own involvement in the indecent was the first
one removed. A stern facility monitor put an end to
the parties and such, but she couldn't be everywhere
and where there was a will there was always a way."
Nicole listened intently, her mind carefully
absorbing every word.
"Right after graduation, my parents married
me off to Courtney's father. It was almost an
arranged marriage. It wasn't so bad at first. I liked
men too and much to my own mother's horror,
wasn't a virgin on my wedding night. We had a lot
in common back then, and to be honest the prospect
of the lesbian lifestyle back in the Eisenhower Era
was non-existent. We were as happy as could be
expected for the first year or so. Then things began
to change."
"How so?" Nicole inquired.
"It would been nice to say it was John who
strayed first. Given his current predilection for such
things, it would be easy to say. But if I'm going to
set the lies to rest the truth will have to prevail. So I
have to admit that I was the first one to break our
vows. And as I'm sure you've discovered on your
own, once you've crossed that forbidden line the
first time, the second time is a lot easier."
"First time?" Nicole asked, a little confused.
"I say first time because it was a lot different
in college than the real world. Even back then, you
could do things that might not exactly be socially
acceptable in college and get away with them. So
I've always considered my first encounter with
another woman outside of that safe and controlled
environment as my first time."
Nicole saw that there was a certain sense to
what she'd said and nodded.
About a year and a half after we'd been
married, long before I was pregnant with Courtney,
we moved to San Francisco for John to take a
graduate program out there. It seemed a good idea
at the time. We were starting to have our problems
and a fresh start in a new local might've been just
what we needed. As with most quick fixes, this
didn't solve anything. We'd brought out problems
with us."
"Anyway, we'd gone out one night to a
go-go bar - John's idea. I'm not sure if you really
understand what one of those was, there's really no
current equivalent. They'd have girls dancing either
on stage or on podiums scattered around the club.
Understand that these were dancers, not strippers
and definitely not hookers. Although I was told
there were other clubs that had both."
"After the show, John had invited one of the
dancers over to our tables to have a drink. This in
itself wasn't that unusual as we'd been to similar
clubs before and John had also invited dancers for a
drink. What greatly surprised me this time was that
the dancer was a young black woman. John had
never shown any interest in black women before.
And of course this was the late 50's, years before
interracial affairs were all the rage. Her name if I
recall correctly was Diane. We chatted a while and
had a few more drinks besides. Like he was wont to
do, John flirted with the young lady who couldn't
have been much more than 20. She seemed so
young as I think about it, yet I was only 26 myself
back then."
"I suddenly became aware of a touch against
my leg. At first I chalked it up to John being playful
under the small table, then realized it was on the
wrong leg for it to be John. I turned to Diane and
with a smile she acknowledged what was obviously
an invitation. To this day, I don't know if she
somehow knew I might be receptive or just tried
that with any woman she found interesting, trusting
that they wouldn't make a scene in front of their
husbands."
"I excused myself to use the ladies room and
Diane said she'd join me. No sooner had the door
closed behind us when she grabbed me and pushed
me against the wall and kissed me. She hadn't even
made sure that all the stalls were empty, trusting
instead that there were few women in attendance
that night and that the other dancers would use the
rest room backstage."
"I can still recall the taste of her lips against
mine and the fire it send through me. I was like a
woman who'd been denied water for a long time,
suddenly tossed into a clear pool of sweet liquid.
We pulled at each other's clothes, and I found her
lips now on my breasts, then her fingers against my
clit. It couldn't have taken me more than a few
minutes to reach orgasm, a climax that I still
remember as leaving me weak in the knees. Then as
quick as it all had been, it was all over. We made
ourselves presentable and rejoined my husband. The
only indication he ever had that something had
changed that night was that he found me somewhat
unresponsive later that night. Usually after a visit to
one of those bars I was as horny as could be. As we
were leaving, John asked Diane for her phone
number saying that maybe the three of us could get
together sometime. With smile she wrote it out and
then ripped it in half when John wasn't looking. She
handed him the top half and while he concentrated
on looking down her blouse, pressed the bottom half
of the note into my hand. John's note turned out to
contain the number for the public library. Mine was
her home number. I was to have an affair with her
that lasted until John graduated and we moved back
east."
"So you like black women?" Nicole asked.
"I never really gave the color of her skin
much thought." said Cynthia. "It was the person
inside, not the wrapping she came in that interested
me."
"After that, I knew it was going to take some
strong medicine to put the genie back in the bottle,
so to speak." Cynthia continued. "Medicine that
John just wasn't able to supply. Still we made the
best of it all. We started our business when we got
back home, and a family as well. Courtney's older
brother, John Jr. who lives in Florida now was born
in '59. Sue, our other daughter was born in '62 and
lives with her husband and kids in New Jersey.
After a while, your life tends to go on a sort of
auto-pilot. You watch your kids grow, try to build a
better life for them."
"Sexually speaking, those were pretty dry
years. John and I had occasional relations, enough
to surprise me with a pregnancy for my 40th
birthday. Courtney's birth brought another turning
point into my life. In a direct cause and effect way,
it led to my first real love affair with another woman.
As opposed to the primarily sexual encounters I'd
had in the past."
GRILS OF DELTA THETA PHI PART SIX MISSING
- The Girls Of Delta Theta Phi -
by Ann Douglas
Part Seven
(AnnD55@NYC.Pipeline.Com)
Dripping wet, Nicole climbed out of the
pool into the warm afternoon air. Cynthia
followed close behind.
"I think I need a few minutes to catch my
breath." Cynthia said as she sat on the beach chair
poolside.
"Why don't you relax on this towel."
Nicole suggested as she indicated the large
oversized beach towel spread out on the ground.
"I give a great massage."
"Sounds like an excellent suggestion."
Cynthia laughed as she moved from the chair to
the ground.
Now, out in the open, Nicole had a chance
to get her first real look at Cynthia's nude form.
If she hadn't already known her age, her guess
would be at least a decade younger.
Of course the first thing any man or
woman would've noticed were her prodigious
breasts. The dark pink circles in the center of
each were over two inches wide, the long snubs in
the middle were thick and almost a quarter inch
long. The rest of her body reflected the passage
of years, most noticeably the gray and white of her
pubic mound. Still, she was an attractive woman
and could radiate a raw sexuality that Nicole
found enticing.
Positioning herself in a kneeing position to
Cynthia's right, Nicole began to massage her
shoulders. Her grip could be both strong and
gentle, working magic on the older woman's flesh.
Expertly she worked her way down, applying
pressure to the small of Cynthia's back before she
moved outward to her arms.
Laying face down with her eyes closed,
Cynthia was enjoying the massage. Nicole was
better than the professional masseuse at the health
club where she worked out.
A broad smile filled her face as she
imagined what would be the reaction of her
neighbor, Mrs. Carlsen if she were to look out her
window right now. The sign of Cynthia naked,
laying under an equally naked black woman half
her age might be enough to give the snoopy bitty
a heart attack. True, the houses were far apart to
supposedly afford a large measure of privacy, but
there had been a few times Cynthia had spotted
Mrs. Carlsen standing on her porch with her
telescope pointed at anything but the heavens.
"Oooo" Cynthia sighed as she felt
Nicole's hands press against her buttocks. "That
feels good."
Nicole continued down along the older
woman's legs, then began working her way
upward once more. When she got back to
Cynthia's shoulders, she swung her leg over the
prone form and straddled her new love.
Lowing herself, she pressed her own not
unimpressive breasts against the small of Cynthia's
back and rubbed them up and down. She
continued bottomward retracing the path she had
just completed, this time replacing her hands with
her generous mounds.
"Mmmm, that feels even better." Cynthia
commented.
This time, Nicole paused at Cynthia's wide
bottom and began to cover it with soft kisses. She
spread her cheeks and kissed the sensitive area in
between. Reaching inward with her tongue, she
caressed her anal entry. Cynthia jumped with
excitement, no one had ever done that to her. As
Nicole continued to probe Cynthia's nether
region, she reached down between her legs and
again rubbed the swollen clit she had so stimulated
a short time before. This again brought a series of
pleasing moans to her ears.
"Roll over." she said as she lifted herself
to give Cynthia room.
More than happy to comply, Cynthia
shifted onto her back. Nicole quickly lowered
herself once more and replaced her finger with her
tongue. Already saturated, Cynthia's pussy
offered no resistance to the hard tip of Nicole's
tongue. It slid effortlessly into it's dark recess,
bringing with it a whole new series of erotic
delights.
A small residue of sticky film from her
recent orgasm still remained. Nicole quickly
licked it clean, savoring the taste. She took a
moment to compare the flavor to Courtney's.
While different, it was just as pleasing.
Not content to just lay back, Cynthia took
hold of the back of Nicole's head and pressed her
deeper into the crevice between her legs. Right
now she couldn't care if the entire town council,
of which she was a member, was pulling up the
driveway. All that mattered was that Nicole left
her tongue exactly where it was.
Again, it didn't take long for Nicole's
experienced touch to drive Cynthia over the brink.
Spreading her legs wide to give Nicole the widest
possible access, Cynthia bucked forward with
each dart of Nicole's eager tongue. Repeatedly it
slid in and out of her moist hole, then up and
down the length of her cunt before sliding inward
once more.
"Oh God, I'm cumming again!" Cynthia
shouted.
While the explosion that rocked her body
wasn't as powerful as the one which had preceded
it, still it was more than enough. Her face pressed
tightly against Cynthia's mound, Nicole quickly
lapped up the results of her efforts. Undiluted by
the water which had mixed with her last orgasm,
the feminine ambrosia make Nicole hunger for
more.
Now it was Nicole's turn. She quickly
began licking up way up the length of Cynthia's
body. She paused at her breasts just long enough
to give each a playful kiss. A kiss that was
repeated against Cynthia's willing lips.
Lifting herself upward, Nicole continued
until her breasts were even with those selfsame
lips. Balancing herself on one hand, Nicole lifted
her right breast and offered it to Cynthia.
It was an offering that the blonde woman
was eager to take. She lifted herself up until her
lips closed on the dark brown nipples, sucking it
deep into her mouth.
It had been more years than Cynthia cared
to remember, but the taste of honey that she
always associated with a woman's breasts quickly
brought back memories of how to please. Her
own tongue tickled the tip of the chocolate nipple,
then ran circles around the dark aureole. Then she
left a trail of kisses and gentle nibbles down the
side of the lighter tan globe and up the side of it's
twin. Nicole couldn't help but be impressed by
the older woman's skill.
As much as she wanted to attend to the
fire between her legs, a blaze that was crying for
attention, Nicole wanted to wait until she was sure
Cynthia had her fill. Finally, she sensed Cynthia's
desire for her ebony orbs had been satisfied and
pulled them from her mouth.
Cynthia reluctantly released her hold on
the chocolate delight held between her lips,
mindful that even greater delights were still to
come. She eased herself back against the towel
even as Nicole moved even further upward, until
her legs were on each side of Cynthia's head - her
own dark mound inches from her face.
The scent of Nicole's womanhood filled
Cynthia's nostrils, moments before the younger
woman lowered herself and filled her mouth with
the taste to go with the aroma.
Like an eager schoolgirl, Cynthia reached
out duplicated the actions Nicole had so aptly
demonstration on her. Her thoughts drifted
backward to years gone by, and to lovers long
since forgotten. Until this moment, she didn't
realize how much she had missed this. Or that
how much she envied her daughter for having had
the strength to follow her conviction.
The thought of Courtney and the fact that
she was in exactly the same position she'd see her
in last night, with the same lover was a fact that
she found highly erotic. She wondered if Nicole
felt the same way.
If Nicole were willing to share her
thoughts, she couldn't find the voice to do so.
Every aspect of her being was centered on the
tongue within her cunt and the unbelievable
feeling of joy that was radiating from it. Over the
years, Nicole had more lovers than she could
easily recall. Some had been better than others.
Through it all, Nicole had considered herself a
skillful lover. But she had to admit, she herself
could take lessons from Cynthia.
Hands pressed tightly against the soft buns
of Nicole's ass, Cynthia pulled her lover as close
as she could. Nicole moaned again and again as
Cynthia's tongue worked it's way deep within her.
The more the tangy taste of sweat and cum filled
her mouth, the more intense became Cynthia's
desire to bring the girl to a new level of euphoria.
Finally, Nicole's body tensed and she
arched her body, stretching out her arms for
support. She trembled with indescribable ecstasy
as a rushing wave of girlcum burst upon across
Cynthia's pulsating tongue and open mouth.
Pressing her face as far within the girl's open
valley as she could, Cynthia swallowed surge
upon surge of womanly joy. It was like sweat
nectar, bringing with it the memories of youth.
She made herself a promise that it wouldn't be
anywhere near as long before she tasted it again.
So intense had been Nicole's eruption, that
Cynthia was unable to swallow all of it. Small
drippings of the precious fruit of her efforts ran
off her chin and down to her breasts. Her mouth
and nose were likewise covered with a sweet film
of girljuice.
"Who says you can't go back again."
Cynthia said to herself as Nicole laid down beside
her.
She pulled the younger woman closer and
kissed her again, the taste of female love still on
her lips.
Later that night, Cynthia and Nicole were
laying in bed together, enjoying each other's
company. The phone rang and Cynthia reluctantly
answered it.
"Hi Mom!" said an excited Courtney.
"How's everything going?"
"Oh everything's fine, sweetheart."
Cynthia answered as she tried to keep from
laughing as Nicole tickled under her breast.
"How are you getting along with Nicole?"
Courtney asked. "I'm hope you really didn't mind
my telling her it was OK to spend the weekend."
"Oh, no problem." Cynthia beamed as she
playfully slapped Nicole's hand. "In fact we've
been getting along fabulously."
"Really?"
"Oh you know how it is with the girls of
Delta Theta Phi..." Cynthia laughed. "Its just a
matter of finding a common taste."
END
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