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 Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
both appreciated  and encouraged.  Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
makes it easier for me to get your reaction.   One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first
name and age in  your comments.  It gives me a
better idea who my audience is.

	     The Classified Ad
                  Part Two
		by  Ann Douglas
              (anndouglas@aol.com)

	Before she could turn and see where the
voice had come from, Jackie felt soft hands place
themselves on her breasts.  The one of them slid
down to between her legs, sending a powerful jolt
through her shaking body as it brushed against her
clit.
	Jackie opened her mouth to say
something, but her words were cut off by the
press of warm lips against her own.  She eagerly
accepted the tongue that pressed it's way into her
mouth.  The first kiss was followed by a second,
then a third.  It wasn't until the fourth that Jackie
shifted her attention enough to identify her.
	"Mary Catherine!"  she exclaimed as the
bright brown eyes of her friend beamed back at
her.
	"You were always my first love."  Mary
Catherine said as she kissed Jackie again, this time
on her cheek. "We should've done this years ago."
she added as she slid two fingers up inside Jackie.
	She continued to caress Jackie's still wet
skin as one hand played with her breasts while the
other brought an even deeper wetness to her
mound.
	"Ooooo"  Jackie moaned as she let Mary
Catherine play her like a musical instrument.
	Content to let her continue her
ministrations without further comment, Jackie
instead shifted her attention back to the spectacle
around her.
	
	Maria and Beverly were the first to climax.
>From Jackie's view, it was hard to tell who had
been first. But it was obvious that whoever had
been second, she was less than a minute behind.
Both girls seemed to stiffen, then quake.  Finally
they collapsed upon each other on a hot and
sweaty embrace.
	Next was the trio of Kelly, Donna and
Rhonda Jo.  They had switched positions so that
both Donna and Rhonda Jo shared the rich delight
of Kelly's cunt.  Kelly in turn hand her fingers in
each of the other saturated holes.  This time it was
obvious that Kelly exploded first, her eruptions
sending a thick sticky film across both girls faces.
As soon as she recovered from the ripping waves
that had gripped her body, Kelly brought both of
her lovers off.  First Donna, then Rhonda Jo.
	Finally it was the turn of Karen and Janet.
Both girls were humping away like they were
possessed.  Indeed they were and the name of the
demon was lust.
	"Deeper, deeper!"  Karen yelled as she
slammed her backside against Janet's rubber cock.
	Janet was only too happy to respond,
putting all of her passion into a series of powerful
thrusts which also lifted Janet off the floor.  Her
dark breasts flailed in the air as the fires within her
reached a peak.
	A last lustful lunge sent Karen over the
edge as she exploded with a scream that
rebounded off the walls. That was enough to pull
Janet along with her.
	It turned out to be enough to bring Jackie
along as well.  Her legs felt weak beneath her as
the gentle action of Mary Catherine's fingers
caused a climax of memorable proportions.  The
quivering of her clit reverberated until it exploded
into a pyrotechnic bodyquake.  Bright lights
flashed before Jackie's eyes as her heart seemed to
stop. In that brief moment, she felt total
contentment.
	
	When the lights faded from her eyes,
Jackie realized that the fingers within her were her
own.  The fantasy had seemed so real, right down
to the touch of Mary Catherine's hand.
	The chimes of the clock in the living room
proved an even greater reminder of reality.  It was
already ten o'clock.

	
	Twenty minutes later, Jackie was on her
way out the apartment door.  She paused at the
hall mirror to check her hair and makeup one last
time.  She hadn't been this nervous over a blind
date since she was sixteen.
	As she opened the outside door that
provided common access to both her apartment
and the house above, Jackie was confronted by an
unexpected surprise.
	"Why good morning, Jacqueline."  Mrs.
Esposito said in a bright and cheery voice.
"Where are you off to in such a hurry this
morning."
	Jackie really hated it when Billy's mother
called her Jacqueline.  It made her feel like a little
girl.  Other than that, she really had no problem
with the older woman.  No, that wasn't really true.
Like many mothers, Judith Espositio thought her
son walked on water.
	"I....I have a doctor's appointment
downtown."  the younger woman said with a
smile, enjoying the irony in her answer.
	"Nothing serious, I hope?"  Judith asked.
	"No, I just want to see her about an old
itch."
	"Very well, dear."  her mother-in-law
replied, already loosing interest.  "You will be
sure to be back by the time Billy comes home. He
does hate to have to wait for his dinner."
	Jackie resisted the urge to say that it
wouldn't kill her son to make dinner once in a
while but it would be wasted.  Instead she just
said she would make every attempt to do so.
	
	
	"This really feels awkward."  Jackie
thought to herself as she banished the brief
encounter with Judith from her mind and left any
other remaining thought of being Mrs. Billy
Esposito behind.  "I don't even know how to
describe it."
	Then, as she walked down the block
toward the elevated station where she could pick
up the N train, it suddenly came to her.  The
perfect word to describe how she felt. Quietly, she
repeated the word out loud, smiling broadly at
how nice it sounded.
	"Virginal."  she said a second time.



	Forty minutes later, Jackie exited the train
station at Court and Montague Streets.  Colleen's
instructions were to follow Montague down to the
bottom where it led into the Brooklyn Heights
Promenade.  That was where Colleen said she
would meet her.
	Jackie had never been to this part of
Brooklyn, even though it was really not that far
from her house.  Her first impression of the
neighborhood was that it looked a lot like Soho or
Greenwich Village in Manhattan.  The street was
lined with first and second floor storefronts with
apartments above. A great many of the stores
were restaurants, and most seemed to be doing a
brisk business.  Then there was the odd
bookstore, little boutique and specialty store. It
was quite different from the main commercial
streets in her own area.
	Reaching Montague Terrace, Jackie could
see the large fenced in flagpole that Colleen said
she would be waiting by.  Taking a deep breath,
the determined young woman strolled past the
short rows of park benches, all full with residents
and workers enjoying the afternoon sun.  She
knew it was only her imagination, but it felt like
everyone of them was staring at her - and that
they knew why she was here.
	Truth was, the only attention she drew
was that which any young attractive woman
would.  Still, that little diversion gave her the
chance to put off the real question she was
reluctant to ask.  What would Colleen be like?
	
	Stepping out onto the Promenade, Jackie
was disappointed to not see anyone who matched
the description Colleen had given her over the
telephone.  True, it was rather sketchy - long
blonde hair, 5'5", fair complexion, dressed in blue,
but it would be enough for her to recognize her.
	"Guess I'm a little early."  she said to
herself as she checked her watch.  Sure enough
she was.
	Stepping out onto the long walkway,
Jackie took a moment to take in the vast
panoramic view of lower Manhattan across the
river.  She had to admit, it was pretty spectacular.
To her left she could see the Statue of Liberty and
Governor's Island. She followed the path of the
Staten Island Ferry as it slowly moved to the
docks at Whitehall Street.  Continuing her gaze to
the right and upriver, she could see the Brooklyn
and Manhattan Bridges. Once, during to a high
school trip to the Brooklyn Academy of Music,
she and a few of her girlfriends had cut out on the
group and hiked over the Brooklyn Bridge to have
lunch at the South Street Seaport.  It had been a
grand adventure to the group of seniors.
Suddenly, it seemed so long ago.
	A beep of her watch told her that now she
was right on time but still no Colleen. Well a
doctor has a rather busy schedule, she told herself.
She probably just a little delayed.
	Another ten minutes went by, and still she
waited patiently.  After all, it wasn't like she was
going to get this far and just take off because she
had to wait a little.  If she did, she'd never forgive
herself.
	Ten minutes became a half hour and she
finally began to become worried.  She considered
the idea of calling Colleen's office - perhaps she
had been delayed by an emergency of some sort.
Then she remember that the phone she had passed
at the entrance to the Promenade had a large
yellow "out of order" tape across it.  The next
closest phone was over a block away.  If Colleen
arrived while she was gone, would she think that
maybe she had never even showed up.  Or that
Jackie didn't think her worth the wait.  No, better
to just wait a little longer.  Fifteen more minutes
and she'd set out for that phone.
	Ten of those minutes later, enthralled by
the display being put on by a pair of young roller
bladers, Jackie almost didn't see the woman in
blue who strolled past her.
	"Oh God, it's her."  she exclaimed to
herself.
	The woman in blue wasn't exactly what
she expected, but that was a pretty strange
thought seeing that she really didn't know what it
was that she did expect.  Somewhat on the heavy
side, she had short curly blonde hair and
enormous breasts.  She was dressed in jeans and
T-shirt.  It was the large lettered slogan across the
shirt that caused Jackie some slight pause.
"Lesbian and Proud."  Colleen had said that she
was open about her sexuality, but Jackie didn't
think this open.  Despite the size of her bust, it
was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra.
	"At least she's wearing a shirt."  Jackie
thought, remembering the images from that cable
TV video.  "Well, he goes nothing."  she added.
	
		
	"Colleen...?"  Jackie said as she stepped up
behind the woman.
	"Excuse me." the woman said as she

turned around, her eyes brightening as she saw
Jackie.
	"Colleen?"  Jackie repeated.
	"Sorry, love."  she replied, a slight

disappointment in her tone. "The names, Judy.
But I can change it if you like."  she added with a
little more enthusiasm, rolling her tongue across
her upper lip.
	"I...guess I made a mistake."  Jackie
quickly said as she turned and walked away.
"Thank God!"  she added to herself.
	"Too bad."  she heard Judy said as she
watched Jackie step away.
	
	Jackie didn't stop until she was all the way
on the other side of  the flagpole, well out of sight
of Judy.   It was time to find that phone.  With
long strides, Jackie exited the Promenade and was
just about to head up to the pay phone she'd seen
by the Key Food when a soft voice called out her
name.
	"Jackie?"
	She quickly turned to the sound of the
voice, almost afraid what she would find.  Coming
to an abrupt halt as she faced the woman who had
practically ran to catch up to her, Jackie almost
couldn't get the words out of her mouth.
	"Colleen?" she stammered.
	"Yes."  came the reply.  "I'm so glad I
caught you.  I was afraid that you'd have left by
now."
	Jackie wasn't even aware of the words she
was hearing.  She was too lost in the gaze of the
deep blue eyes in front of her.
	"She's beautiful."  Jackie thought.
	No sooner had she thought it, she knew
that it was the wrong word to use.  Beautiful was
a description you use for models or movie stars,
someone who kept their face in a jar by the door,
as the old song went.  Colleen was "the girl next
store", yes that was it.
	Blonde hair cut just above the shoulder
framed an almost flawless face.  Despite being
almost fifteen years older than Jackie, Colleen
wore almost no make-up.  Her natural looks
couldn't be much improved upon.  Soft pink lips
exposed a perfect smile, one which Jackie was
sure was also natural - not the result of a dentist's
art.
	Her outfit was simple but flattering.  A
blue jacket with matching skirt over a light yellow
blouse.  Around her neck she wore a small string
of pearls. Tiny flawless orbs which were
duplicated in each ear.
	It was funny but the comment that
suddenly came to mind was one made by her
husband when he walked in on her watching that
parade video.  As she changed the channel, he
remarked that the real reason those woman were
all dykes was because they were all too ugly to get
a real man.  Jackie was sure that given the chance,
Billy would be down on his knees, begging
Colleen to sleep with him.
	"I was all set to leave when they brought
in this little girl who....oh never mind, it doesn't
matter now."  Colleen continued. "The important
thing is that we found each other.  Are you
hungry?"
	"Famished."
	"Good, there's a really great restaurant
about two blocks up. You're going to love it."
	

	It was such a beautiful September
afternoon that they decided to sit outside on one
of the exterior tables. Lunch talk was at first
innocuous. Comments about the food, the decor
of the restaurant, shops in the area.  As she sat
and listened, Jackie became aware that she was
staring at Colleen.  First it had been the deep blue
of her eyes. Then the richness of her smile.  It
wasn't until she found herself fixed on the swell of
Colleen's breasts beneath her yellow blouse that
Jackie quickly shifted her attention.  She knew she
was blushing, hoping that perhaps it wasn't too
noticeable with her rich tan. If Colleen did note it,
she didn't mention it.
	Jackie wasn't sure when exactly the
conversation had shifted, but Colleen was now
talking about what it was like growing up as a
teenage lesbian.  Jackie was very uncomfortable
talking about personal subjects in public places
like restaurants, but she was so fascinated by the
young doctor's tale.
	"By the time I was 16, I knew that I was
different than most of my girlfriends."  Colleen
said. "All they wanted to talk about was boys
while my dreams began to be filled with images of
them. I don't know what I would've done if it
wasn't for Madeline."
	"Madeline?"  Jackie asked.
	"My best friend.  We grew up together."
Colleen replied.  "One night we pulling an all night
study session.  We were taking a break and the
conversation turned to boys.  I was giving the
usual line about the guys in our classes.  The last
thing I wanted to be was singled out as someone
weird."
	Jackie was spellbound, Colleen could've
been talking about her own life.
	"Then out of the blue, Madeline broke
down and said that she wasn't interested in boys.
That she was some sort of freak because all she
had dreams about were all the other girls - me
included."  she continued. "Then she began to cry
like a baby over her admission.  Nothing I could
say could stop her crying.  I felt so bad, at least
she had found the courage to finally say it."
	Colleen took another sip of her drink.
	"Then, for the lack of any other ideas, I
kissed her.  I kissed her as passionately as any guy
kissed a girl, putting years of desire into that one
moment.  Needless to say, we never got back to
the books that night."
	Her mind raced with possibilities as Jackie
compared Colleen's teen years with her own.  She
listened as Colleen explained how she and
Madeline spent first hours, then days exploring
their deepest feelings - finally becoming secret
lovers. A relationship that had lasted until they
went away to different colleges.

	Jackie couldn't help but wonder how her
life might've been different if she and Mary
Catherine had underwent such a catharsis.  Would
she be happier today?
	"Did you come out in high school?  That's
what you call it, right, coming out? "  Jackie
asked.
	"No, although I did have a few
relationships in both college and med school, I still
pretty much kept my sexuality low key.  It wasn't
hard, people really didn't expect you to date a lot
of guys when you were a med student."
	"What made you finally come out, if you
don't mind me asking?"  said Jackie, hoping that
she wasn't asking too many questions.
	"Well, it was an incident during my first
year of residency."  she began, obviously more
than happy to relate the episode.  "I'd been
scheduled to have a gynecological exam by one of
the senior residents, a Doctor Owen Ryan.  He
was completing my medical history and was just
asking a few personal questions.
	
	"Are you sexually active, Ms. O'Conner?"
the 52 year old asked.
	"Yes, I am."  the intern replied.
	"And what form of birth control do you
usually use?"
	"Well, actually..."  she began after a
moments hesitation. "I don't use any form of birth
control."
	"Excuse me."  Dr. Ryan said, looking up
from the folder he was writing in.
	"I said, I don't use any form of birth
control."  Colleen repeated.
	Dr. Ryan's voice suddenly rose a few
octaves and his next words had an undertone of
anger in them.
	"Young lady...."  he began.
	Colleen cringed.  It'd been her experience
that no statement that had ever began with the
words "young lady" was ever a good one.
	".... I realize that many people your age
consider yourself indestructible.  That things
always happen to someone else, never to them.
Too many times I've seen even highly educated
people like yourself put themselves into situations
that should never have happened.  It's totally
irresponsible that a woman such as yourself would
take such a cavalier attitude toward her own body.
Do you realize what an unexpected pregnancy at
this point in your life would do to your career here
at Riverside Memorial?"
	"Doctor, I don't think I really have to
worry about that happening."  Colleen said, now
sorry that she just didn't lie and say she was on the
pill or something.
	"And why might that be?"  he asked, his
tone reflecting indignation.
	"Because I'm a lesbian."  she answered,
her voice strong and firm.

	
	"That was the first time I'd ever said that
to anyone other than a lover."  Colleen said to
Jackie, concluding the anecdote.  "And it signaled
a change in how I looked at myself.  From that
day on, I never made any attempt to hide what I
was.  I didn't march down the hospital quad with a
sign saying "dyke" or take out an ad in the Times
or anything like that. But if anyone asked, I simply
said, yes I am."
	
	At that point, they were interrupted by the
waitress with the check.  Jackie reached for her
pocketbook but Colleen raised her hand.
	"I invited you, remember."
	Jackie answered with a smile.
	
	"Why don't we head over to my apartment,
its only a few blocks over on Willow."  Colleen
suggested as she left a hefty tip for the waitress.
"We can continue our conversation there, if you
like?"
	"I'd like that."  Jackie nodded.	
	
	As they walked the few blocks, Jackie
related the story of her own life.  How she wished
she'd had a "Madeline" to confide in.  She told of
how her closest friend had left her husband for
another woman, and how she secretly wished
she'd been that woman.  She even told her about
that dream she kept having, the one with all of her
girlfriends in a lesbian orgy.
	"I've never been into group scenes myself."
Colleen remarked as they turned the corner onto
Pierpont. "But I have a friend who is always
asking me to join a threesome.  She and her lover
are really into having a third woman join them."
	
	Walking and chatting, Jackie was amazed
at how natural this now felt.  The nervousness she
had felt when confronted by Judy a short hour and
a half was now totally gone.  In fact, if that
encounter with Judy happened tomorrow instead
of today, Jackie was sure her response would be
different as well.


	A few blocks later, the two women found
themselves standing in front of a three story
building. A wide stoop led to an open  porch on
the first floor And huge double doors rested at the
top of the stairs.   It was typical of the others on
the street, large windows to let in the sunlight and
wooden shutters in the bottom half of them to
preserve  privacy.
	"You live here?"  Jackie asked, thinking it
was so much larger that the basement apartment
she and Billy occupied.
	"Yes, I do."  Colleen said as she began to
walked up the stoop.  "Top floor."
	"It must be expensive."  the younger
woman said, keeping in mind some of the rents
she had seen when she was browsing on
Montague St. Several of the real estate offices had
pictures and prices posted in the windows.
	"Actually, I own the building."  Colleen
said.  "It seemed so much more practical than
renting."
	"Really?"  Jackie asked.  She could only
imagine what a building like this would cost.
With what Billy and her made together, they
couldn't even come up with a down payment on a
fixer-upper.
	

	Before Colleen could reach for the door, it
swung open as two other women stepped out.
The first woman was tall, about 5'9".  Jackie
could've guessed she was about 45 or so.  Short
curly red hair was pinned back by a headband.
She as wearing a blue blouse and tennis shorts.
	"Afternoon, Colleen."  she said.
	"Hi, Pamela."  came the smiling reply.
	"Could I speak to you a moment?"  Pam
asked.
	"Sure."  the doctor said. "Excuse me a
minute, ok?"  she said to Jackie.
	"Of course."  Jackie replied.
	The two older women moved to the far
end of the porch and engaged in quiet
conversation for a few minutes.  While this was
going on, Jackie suddenly became away that the
second woman was staring at her.  She hadn't said
a word since coming out of the house and Jackie
wasn't sure if she should start up a conversation.
So instead she just smiled.
	The girl was oriental, about 5'4" and very
slim.  The two tennis rackets she carried seemed
big in her hands.  A round pleasant face hid her
age.  She had straight black hair cut so short that
it reminded Jackie of the crewcuts her father had
forced on her brothers every summer while
growing up.  In fact, if not for the small swell of
tiny breasts beneath the simple white T-shirt she
wore, Jackie would've taken the androgynous
woman for a teenage boy.  She couldn't see her
eyes behind the small round dark green sunglasses
she wore but Jackie could feel then on her.  It
took a moment for her to associate the feeling,
then it hit her.  It was the same one she got when
one of Billy's friends was undressing her with his
eyes.  Jackie was unsure if she should be
embarrassed or flattered.
		
	".......just stop by my office tomorrow and
I'll take a look at it."  Jackie heard Colleen say as
the two women rejoined them.
	
	Jackie watched as Pam and her friend went
down the steps and started up the block.  Colleen
had to call her attention to the fact that she was
waiting at the open door.
	"Something wrong?"  Colleen asked.
	"Nothing really."  Jackie replied as she
turned around.
	She took a few steps to catch up to
Colleen then paused and asked.
	"Are those two....I mean are they
like....Oh this is a stupid thing to ask."
	"Are they lesbians like me?"  Colleen
laughed.
	"Well yes."  Jackie said sheeplessly.
	"Actually they are.  Pam and Soo-Ja have
been together for about three years now.  Why do
you ask?"
	"Well, this is really silly."  said the younger
woman.  "But I couldn't help feeling like Soo-Ja
was checking me out."
	"No!"  Colleen said in mock horror.
	"I guess it was kind of a silly idea."  Jackie
grinned.
	"Still...."  Colleen said with a broad smile.
"You are most definitely worth checking out."
	This time, Jackie's blush showed through
her tan.
	"Does that embarrass you?"  Colleen
inquired.
	"It shouldn't, but I've never really been
checked out by a woman before."
	"Just take it as the compliment it was
intended as."  said the doctor.
	"Ok."


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