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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.
- Scarlett’s Cove -
by Ann Douglas
Part 1
“Could you at least smile and pretend that
you’re having a good time?” Arlene Taylor leaned
over and whispered to her companion across the
table. “It’s only our first night here and people are
already beginning to stare.”
The slightly morose expression on her
friend’s face faded to be replaced by the sought after
smile. In the same quiet voice she answered her
dinner partner.
“I am enjoying myself.” Jeanette Randolph
replied. “I was just thinking how much this little trip
is costing you.”
“That’s right, costing me, not you.” the 37
year old blonde quickly agreed. “I wanted you to
come along and have a chance to unwind. Get a little
crazy. Have some fun for a change.”
“I have fun.” said the 34 year brunette.
“Sitting at home night after night making up
new lesson plans isn’t what I’m talking about.”
Arlene said in a corrective tone. “That’s why I
wanted to get you away from all that.”
“Well that you certainly did.” Jeanette finally
agreed.
It was something of an understatement.
Actually, the small dinner table they were sitting at
was in the near center of a large dinning hall. The hall
was the main room of an 72 year old mansion that
had housed four generations of her owners. The
house itself was on the far edge of a tropical resort
that could easily accommodated five hundred guests
in delightful style. Finally, the resort was situated on
the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean island of San
Cristobal, some three thousand miles from the two
women’s home in upstate New York.
The resort was known world wide as
Scarlett’s Cove and it catered to small, select
clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby Club Meds,
its purpose was much the same. The one major
difference was self evident as Jeanette again glanced
around the large room. It was a resort for women
only, specifically lesbian and bisexual women.
This of course was no problem for either
Jeanette or Arlene. Jeanette Randolph had been
aware of her preference for women since she was 16
years old. It was not however a preference she had
ever been comfortable with expressing publicly.
Even today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake
couldn’t escape the fear that someone would see her
in such a place.
On the other hand, Arlene’s attraction to her
own sex had only developed rather recently. Up until
two years ago, she had been married to a rather
successful and influential member of the community.
It was almost ten years into their marriage that she
discovered that her husband had a long history of
extra-marital encounters. When confronted, Collin
Taylor had told her if she didn’t like it, well then she
knew where the door was. Any real love for each
other had faded half way through their marriage
when it was evident that she wouldn’t be assuring the
Taylor Dynasty with an heir.
Unable to turn to any of her so called friends
who cared more about social standing than anything
else, Arlene had drifted into an affair with a woman
she met at the local health club. To her immense
delight, she discovered that sleeping with another
woman brought out in her a passion that was never
evident in her relations with Collin or prior lovers.
The affair hadn’t lasted long, but it had changed the
course of her life.
After a few months, she had finally gotten the
courage to seek a divorce from Collin. Arlene
realized all too well that despite his history of
infidelity, Collin still held all the cards. If ever
knowledge of her own lesbian affair came out in a
court hearing, she could be left with nothing. It
wasn’t fair but it was the way it was.
Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most
considerate thing he’d ever done in the fourteen years
they’d know each other. The 45 year old
businessman suffered a massive coronary one Friday
afternoon while humping one of his new 20 year old
secretaries. While she never really wanted Collin
dead, just out of her life, the now widowed woman
was more than willing to take her freedom anyway
she could. And if nothing else, she could take some
small comfort knowing that Collin had left this life
doing something that he enjoyed.
Since neither had actually initiated divorce
proceedings, Arlene had inherited the bulk of the
Taylor Estate. It wasn’t considered good manners in
polite company to discuss just how large that estate
was, but it turned out to be much more than Arlene
knew. Secure in her financial future, she had set out
to enjoy her life.
At a charity function at the local high school,
Arlene had rekindled an old friendship with Jeanette.
They had been close friends during their last two
years at Washington High, despite the difference in
their ages. Quickly reestablishing the confidences
they once shared, Arlene had confessed her new
sexual preference.
She was greatly surprised when Jeanette
responded that she’d been aware of the delights of
lesbian sex since the days of their first friendship. In
another reality, the two women might have now
become lovers in a passionate but brief affair. But in
the here and now, Jeanette was involved in a
relationship now going into it’s fourth year and not
the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on the other
hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and
casual encounters. So the two women had become
even closer friends instead.
“I still can’t get over this place.” Jeanette
said as she finished her panorama of the room. “Who
ever came up with this place?”
Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlett’s
Cove until they switched planes in Jamaica and
Arlene sprung it on her. Originally she’d thought
they were going to Jamaica.
“Take a look at the painting over on that
wall.” Arlene said in response as she pointed to a
large portrait hanging over a fireplace.
Jeanette followed her friend’s direction until
she focused on the image. The young woman in the
painting appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Long
flaming red hair that stretched down to her waist was
the first thing you noticed, framing a creamy white
complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling
emerald eyes. The gown she wore was low cut,
revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white
as her face.
“That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy.” Arlene
said. “And this house and just about everything
around it for twenty miles belongs to the McMurphy
family. Back in the twenties, her grandfather came to
the Caribbean to seek his fortune and like so many
others, he found it. Unlike most of the families that
established incredibly profitable enterprises on the
islands, Sean McMurphy was a man of conscience.
>From the very beginning, he put part of every dollar
he made here back into the island. He built the first
hospital, then the school. His son continued the
tradition, sending the best and the brightest of the
island’s young men and women off to colleges in the
States. By the time most of the Caribbean Republics
had degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40’s
and 50’s, San Cristobal was the jewel in the lake with
a healthy, well educated population.”
Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree
in history yet had never heard of this island until
yesterday.
“That’s just to give you a little broad
background.” Arlene continued. “The story of
Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was
born right here in this house. Her grandfather was so
taken by her that first time he looked at his newborn
heir that he immediately christened this cove -
Scarlett’s Cove. Back in those days, few people said
no to Sean McMurphy.”
“But what’s that got to do with this resort?”
Jeanette inquired.
“Patience, I’m getting to that.” the older
woman continued. “Michael McMurphy only had
two other children, an older son, Sean Michael and a
younger daughter, Mary. Sean died in combat during
World War II, so Scarlett was now the oldest and
heir apparent. By the early fifties, Scarlett had
already attended some of the best schools in the
world and took control of the day to day operations
of the family business.
While it quickly became obvious that she had
inherited both her father’s and grandfather’s business
sense, it was also apparent that she had a spirit that
really didn’t fit into the somewhat conservative
1950’s. Even more so, it was noticed more and more
that she spent most of her time in the company of
other young women and there was a definite lack of
male companionship in her life. This wasn’t for lack
of offers, as you can see from that portrait she was a
beauty. Rumors began to circulate, but not too
loudly and definitely not within earshot of “Big
Mike” McMurphy.
A story went around that some cheap
tabloid was going to do a story about Scarlett that all
but called her a dyke in print. Legend has it that the
owner of that magazine was visited late one night by
some friend’s of “Big Mike”. No one really knows
what really happened but the story never saw print
and the company went out of business within six
months.
Scarlett continued to run the family business
until the mid seventies when she suddenly turned
control over to her two nephews, the sons of her
sister, Mary and retired to the island. A year later
she opened Scarlett’s Cove. A place where women
like her could come and be themselves for a week or
two, away from a prying world.”
“That’s incredible.” Jeanette said. “She
must’ve led one interesting life. “
“Led?” Arlene asked. “Sweetheart, she still
runs the place.”
Arlene didn’t answer, she just turned her had
back to the nearby portrait and took another long
hard look.
Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly
stopped when she saw a familiar face. It wasn’t that
she knew the woman personally, but her beautiful
face was recognizable the world over - Courtney
Austin, the black pop diva. She again leaned over to
Arlene and quietly pointed her out.
“I know.” she whispered back. “This is my
third trip here and you’d be surprised who I’ve seen
here. That’s the beauty of it all, no one ever talks
about this place.”
Arlene then recounted that last year a
reporter from one of those supermarket tabloids had
come to the island and had somehow gotten pictures
of a senator’s wife who was also here. The senator
was planning a go for the presidency this year. All it
took was a simple phone call to the editor of that
magazine, who incidentally had also been a guest at
one time, and the story simply disappeared.
Arlene then delighted in pointing out two
more celebrities that Jeanette had missed. One was
C. K. Lane, another popular singer who was no
surprise since she had long ago publicly declared her
lesbianism. The second was a great surprise as
Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the nationally
known newsanchor. Jeanette never would have
guessed.
“Can I get you ladies anything else?” a sweet
voice said from behind Jeanette. “Some dessert,
perhaps?”
The schoolteacher turned about to find a
young island woman standing at her shoulder. Richly
tanned olive skin gave her a exotic look which was
only added to by her long black hair. What set her
apart from many of the woman here was that she was
topless. All she wore was a piece of white material
wrapped around her waist like a skirt.
Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of
the guests practiced it outside of the beaches.
Jeanette couldn’t help but admire the dark nipples
only a few inches from her face. Arlene had
explained to her that none of the employees were
under any obligation to fraternize with the guests, but
at the same time there were no rules against it if they
wanted to. Money never entered the picture because
none of the guests carried any and any employee that
tried to solicit it was immediately fired.
“No, not right now.” Arlene said as she gave
the young woman a broad smile. “Maybe later.....
Mae.” she added as she read the girl’s name off the
small plastic name clip she used to keep the makeshift
skirt in place.
Mae gave a similar smile in reply that
suggested that dessert was definitely a possibility.
“You’re incorrigible.” Jeanette noted with a
laugh, ignoring the fact that she was looking at the
young woman just as admirably.
“This is true.” Arlene smiled back. “So it’s a
good thing I don’t have your job.”
“How so?”
“Oh come on now.” came Arlene’s reply in a
tone that was half serious. “Every day you have a
class full of sweet young things hanging on your
every word. Just by the law of averages, a few of
them have to be interested in, how shall we put it, a
little extracurricular exploration in alternate lifestyles.
Don’t tell me you haven’t at least fantasized about it?
Especially when the weather turns warm and so much
clothing comes off.”
“I’ve learned to keep my personal and
professional life separate.” Jeanette said in a flat
voice.
“I think I’ve hit a nerve.” Arlene shot right
back.”
Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black
woman stepped to the small stage podium at the
front of the hall and picked up the microphone.
“If I can have your attention, Ladies.” she
began with a chipped British accent. “The auction is
going to begin in about 15 minutes so if you could
just finish up so the kitchen girls can clear the tables.”
The announcement brought a fresh murmur
of voices across the room. There was obvious
excitement in the air. Jeanette forgot her previous
thought and instead asked Arlene what this was all
about.
“Well it’s pretty simple.” she began. “Ever
see one of those charity bachelor or bachelorette
auctions, you know where they auction off dates.”
Arlene nodded agreement.
“Well, basically its the same thing. We don’t
carry money of course, but anyone who want to
participate can and then settle up when they check
out. The money goes to the college scholarship fund
and it’s all really a lot of fun.”
“You’ve done this before.” Jeanette asked.
“Last time I was here.” came the reply with
pride. “I went for $450, pretty impressive if I say so
myself.”
“You never cease to amaze me.” Jeanette
said.
“I never cease to amaze myself.” came the
reply.
A small commotion at the large entrance to
the hall suddenly drew everyone’s attention. At an
unseen signal, two tall woman standing by the wide
double door pulled them open.
“If you were really fascinated by that story
about Scarlett McMurphy, then here’s your chance
to meet her.” Arlene said as she spotted a familiar
procession.
Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of
women moved across the room. The crowd parted
in front of them as they moved and to both women’s
delight their path would take them right by their
table.
About ten feet away, the last of the crowd
stepped out of the way, giving Jeanette a clear
unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was
tall, 5’10”, something that was impossible to judge in
the painting. Her long red locks were long gone,
replaced by short but full white hair that had been
woven into an artistic hairstyle. Her stride was still
that of a powerful, confident woman. Of course her
body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year old
of her portrait, but it still wasn’t that of a 68 year old
woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age she
wouldn’t have gone past mid-fifties. Round gold
rimmed glasses framed bright green eyes that had lost
none of the fire or intelligence of her younger days.
It was only when they were a few feet apart
that Jeanette realized that they were stopping at her
table.
“It’s so good to see you again, Arlene dear.”
Scarlett said. “You must find time to stop by my
office tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss the
new school.”
“Of course.” Arlene replied.
While aware that Arlene regularly spent a
large portion of the fortune she’s inherited on schools
and such, she never knew her interest extended this
far. At the moment, she was more interested in the
two young women who accompanied Scarlett. Both
wore outfits identical to the waitress from earlier and
both were as amply endowed. What set them apart
was that neither was a native. One was tall, blonde
and blue eyed, the other Hispanic and brown skinned.
Both appeared to be in their early twenties.
Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade
them to have fun and continued onto the stage. Once
they were out of earshot Jeanette mentioned the two
young women and asked of they were some sort of
honor guard.
“In a way,” Arlene answered. “They’re her
bedmates for this week.”
“What?”
“From what I understand, Scarlett’s slept
with two women a night since she was 30 years old.
It’s considered a great honor, I’ve heard the waiting
list is almost six months long.”
As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their
place on the stage, the auction began. The first
contestant was a pretty young blonde in her twenties.
She went quickly for $300 dollars.
Next up was an older woman who Jeanette
guessed to be in her early 40’s. The schoolteacher
quietly remarked that the woman had a lot more guts
than she did, getting up there in front of everyone
like that. Surprisingly she went for only forty dollars
less than the young blonde.
As the next participant walked up to the
stage, Jeanette jumped up in her seat. The
resemblance was uncanny. It took both a second and
third look for her to finally conclude that the Asian
girl wasn’t who she’d first thought she was.
Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back
and forth on the stage, Jeanette listened as the
bidding went on. A bid of $200 was quickly replaced
by one of $250 and that in turn by $300. The young
woman was beautiful, there was no disputing that. In
the brief time it took her to acknowledge that, the
bidding had passed $350. If she had both the nerve
and the money, Jeanette would tempted to bid on
her.
Then with a smile and a laugh, the young
woman who’s name the auctioneer had announced
was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the small sarong she’d
been wearing and now pranced in the nude. The
bidding immediately shot to $500.
Watching her little dance, Jeanette’s mind
began to wander to a time just a little less than a year
ago and to the woman Keiko reminded her of so.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“Emi, I’m home.” Jeanette called out as she
closed the apartment door behind her. “You
wouldn’t believe the stunt my class tried to pull on
me today, it was old when I was a junior.”
The sound of running water from the
bathroom sink told her that it would be a minute or
two before Emi was out. Picking up the mail from
the small table by the door, she began to flip through
it as she stepped into the small living room.
“Bills, bills, junk mail.” she mused as she
dropped onto the well worn couch and tossed them
onto the coffee table one by one.
“Were does it all go?” she asked herself.
Sometimes it seemed that they were just
getting by. She made a decent salary as a teacher,
especially since she’d gotten tenure and Emi was
doing OK as a teaching assistant. She’d do even
better once she finished up those last few credits she
needed for her teaching certificate.
Emi and Jeanette had been together for
almost 5 years now and it had been with the 25 year
old Japanese woman that she’d found contentment.
It seemed like every day brought something new and
exciting.
“San Padre School District, San Padre,
California. ” she read off the return address of a long
white envelope that was addressed to Emi. “I
wonder what this was?” she mused as she looked
into the empty envelope.
The brunette didn’t hear the soft footsteps of
her roommate/lover as she came up behind her. She
suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands on her breasts
and she arced her head back to meet Emi’s kiss. The
pressure of the younger woman’s lips against her
own was enough to bring a pleasing tingle between
her legs.
“Hi babe,” she said as they broke the kiss.
“Hi lover,” Emi said as the short haired
woman swung her body over the arm of the sofa and
landed right on Jeanette’s lap. “I missed you.”
Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing
her tongue against Jeanette’s. The kiss lasted a long
time, followed by a second and third.
“My you’re in a playful mood.” Jeanette
grinned. “What’s brought this on?”
“I missed you that’s all.” Emi whispered into
Jeanette’s ear, kissing it as well. “And I’ve been
wanting to give you something all afternoon.”
Emi again cupped Jeanette’s firm breasts and
squeezed them gently, massaging them. She could
fell the large pink nipples begin to stiffen under the
plain white bra her lover wore under her conservative
school attire. She again kissed Jeanette lightly.
“Nice.” she asked.
“Nice.” Jeanette agreed.
Soft fingers quickly moved down the starched
white blouse the teacher wore, undoing buttons as
they went. As it fell open, Emi slid her hand
alongside the smooth skin of Jeanette’s stomach and
then up under the elastic strap of her bra.
“Emi....” Jeanette moaned softly.
“Shhh,” Emi replied, touching her love’s lips
with an outstretched finger. “Just lay back and relax,
I’m going to take care of everything.”
A practiced touch undid the front clasp of her
bra, freeing access to the large soft mounds beneath.
Emi took the erect pink nipples between her fingers
and tweaked them. Then she leaned forward and
kissed each one, lightly caressing the tip of each with
her tongue.
The short haired oriental took a step back off
the couch and pulled her oversized blue T-shirt up
over her head. The shirt had been all she was
wearing. Bringing her hands to her chest, she briefly
stroked the small round orbs that protruded there.
Her small nipples were a dark brown but the nipples
no less erect.
Between her legs was a tiny black triangle,
almost the only hair on her entire body. Although 25
years old, the woman still had the body of a teenage
girl or as Jeanette had remarked many times - a wood
nymph.
Emi returned her attention to Jeanette and
eased her down onto the couch. Her mouth now
sought out her breasts and began to suck on them.
Her roving tongue covering them with wetness.
Jeanette shivered at the touch of Emi's lips on her
smooth flesh as her tongue once more teased
Jeanette's large nipples. Each lick bringing them to a
new hardness. Then her lips closed on them and
every bite and nibble sent waves through Jeanette,
causing her to emit soft moans. Moans which
brought great joy to Emi.
Emi reached down between Jeanette's legs
and under her skirt, tracing her finger against the
panty covered outline of her mound. Then she
pushed aside the thin material, ripping it in the
process and moved to the center of the mound
rubbing against it. As her soft finger became
lubricated by the wetness there, she slowing slid it
between the folds. A louder gasp escaped Jeanette's
lips as Emi slid the finger in and out, soon following
it with a second.
Emi licked each nipple a final time and them
moved her head down Jeanette's stomach, pausing to
kiss and lick her way, pausing only long enough to
pull the short blue skirt up around her waist. Lower
and lower she kissed her way until she reached the
edge of Jeanette's wetness. Then the dark haired
woman kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she
kissed the center of Jeanette's ecstasy.
"Oh yes....Jeanette said as she reached down
and guided Emi's head. "It feels so good...."
The smell of Jeanette's crotch made Emi
lightheaded, she'd waited all day for this. She
reached out and parted the wet lips with her fingers,
moving her tongue between them, driving it deep
inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste,
a taste she knew would be hard to do without.
"Oh God, Emi," Jeanette said as her body
jumped at the touch. "I can’t remember that last time
it felt so wonderful."
Encouraged, Emi moved her pulsating mouth
closer and sought out Jeanette's clit. She alternated
between her finger and her tongue, driving Jeanette
wilder with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed
as Jeanette reached down and held her younger
lover’s head between her legs, then lurched forward
with each movement of Emi’s tongue.
Unable to use her hands any longer, Emi
reached behind and grabbed Jeanette's ass cheeks.
Never missing a beat, she slid a cum lubricated finger
into her anus. Jeanette let out a loud moan as she felt
it penetrate. Then Emi withdrew the finger and
reinserted it, finger fucking her ass.
Jeanette began to gyrate faster as she felt
herself nearing climax. Emi could taste the increase
in girljuice and opened her mouth while at the same
time she drove it deeper.
The small Japanese woman was soon
rewarded with a gusher of girljuice, so much that her
face was soon covered with it. She held Jeanette
tight as the teacher screamed out loud and trashed
about it ecstasy. It’d been a long time since she'd had
a sexual release of this magnitude.
Emi continued to lick Jeanette's pussy and
slowly finger fuck her ass, stopping only when her
lover finally laid still. She then withdrew her finger
but continued to lick between her legs, but softly
now, taking the time to clean her thighs of delicious
girlcum.
"That was wonderful." Jeanette said in a
breathless voice. "I feel so alive....so exhilarated."
"I'm glad," Emi said as she brought herself
up to a sitting position. "I've wanted to do that for
so very long."
Jeanette reached out and pulled Emi close to
her. She kissed her, tasting her own cum in Emi's
mouth. She found it intoxicating. She continued to
kiss her for several minutes, licking droplets of sweet
girljuice from her face.
"I love you Emi," She whispered as she
kissed her softy. "I want every day to be just like this
one."
So lost had Jeanette been in the euphoric
afterglow of their encounter, she failed to notice the
way Emi’s body had shuddered when she had said
that.
It wasn’t until the next day that Emi
mentioned the empty envelope Jeanette had found
the day before. She’d been offered a job in
California. The San Padre School District was more
interested in the fact that she was proficient in both
Japanese and English than the fact that she was still a
few credits shy of her certificate. They were in such
desperate need of teachers with that ability, due to
the influx of new Japanese families in the area, that
they were offering her a full teachers salary while she
worked as an assistant. In addition, they’d give her
time off to finish school. The offer was just too good
to pass up. She’d never get another chance like this
one.
Emi had suggested that Jeanette come with
her and try and get a teaching job out there as well.
At least that way they’d be together. But she knew
Jeanette wouldn’t go. Her life was here, she just
couldn’t leave it all and start over.
Emi had moved out that Monday. Over the
intervening weekend they hadn’t made love again.
Over the next few months they’d spoken to each
other on the phone a few times and exchanged letters
as well. Then in March had come the letter that said
she had met another woman. Jeanette had stopped
writing after that.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Absorbed in her memories, Jeanette didn’t
hear the British born auctioneer announce the
winning bid of $950 for Keiko’s company. In fact, it
wasn’t until the dark skinned mistress of ceremonies
announced the next contestants name a third time
that she finally heard it. And even then she knew that
there had been some kind of mistake.
“Jeanette Randolph.” she repeated again
over the address system.
“There has to be some kind of mistake.” she
said, turning to Arlene.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” her friend said, her
grin spread ear to ear. “I entered you in the auction.”
“You what!” Jeanette exclaimed.
“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Arlene enjoined.
“I can’t do this.”
“Of course you can.” Arlene insisted. “Just
go up there and have a little fun. God knows you
can use it. Who knows you might get lucky.”
“I can’t go up there, it’s too embarrassing.”
the brunette went on. “What if no one bids on me?”
“You’re selling yourself short.” said Arlene.
“Even so, I’ll bid on you and I already asked a friend
to bid on you too and I’ll pay her back. Even if no
one else bids, which I doubt, we’ll make sure you get
a respectable bid. Now go have fun!”
“Jeanette Randolph.” came the fourth and
final call. “Are you out there Jeanette?”
Hesitantly, she rose to her feet and stepped
forward. A round of applause followed her. As she
got halfway there she paused and looked back at
Arlene. She was leading the applause.
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