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   An Accidental Adventure

   by Ann Douglas

   ann_douglas@hotmail.com



   Even as she slammed her foot on the brake pedal, Dana Cosgrove knew it
was already too late.  She barely had time to curse before the sound of
metal against metal drowned out her voice, the front end of her old Ford
Escort slamming against the rear of the Mercedes Sedan that had suddenly
appeared in front of her.

   The problem was, the sedan really hadn't suddenly appeared, it had been
there all along.  The twenty-one year old redhead had been too busy arguing
with her boyfriend on her cell phone to notice it until the last second. 
Even before she brought her car to a full stop, Dana was busy shoving that
phone into her cut off jeans, not even taking the time to say goodbye.  She
only hoped no one had seen it in her hand.

   "This is all Jack's fault," Dana thought as she finally turned off the
ignition and opened the door of her car to get out.  "If he hadn't gotten
me so angry, I wouldn't have missed that stop sign back on the corner."

   Stepping around the front of the Escort, Dana's mouth dropped in shock
when she saw the jagged tear down two thirds of the Mercedes' rear panel.
Jack Henderson, the boyfriend of nearly four months that she had been
talking to on the phone, was an auto repair mechanic and Dana had learned
enough from him to make a quick assessment of the damage.  The cost of
repairs to the Mercedes, she quickly decided, was going to be more than her
own car was worth.

   "Shit, shit, shit!" Dana mumbled under her breath as she weighted that
amount against the balance of her bank account and came up with a negative
number.  A large negative number.

   "Are you alright?" Dana unexpectedly heard a woman's voice ask.

   Turning her head in the direction the voice had come from, Dana saw a
platinum haired blonde in her late forties walking toward her.  It took a
moment for her to realize she had been the driver of the other car.  She
was dressed in a stylish business outfit, a charcoal gray jacket with a
matching mid-length skirt.  Beneath the jacket was a white buttoned down
blouse.  As was her habit, Dana wondered for a moment what an ensemble like
that cost before deciding just as quickly that she didn't have a clue.  One
thing she was sure of, however, was that the shoes that went with it cost
at least three times what she had paid for the sneakers she was wearing,
and those had set her back half a week's pay.

   "I asked if you were hurt," the woman repeated as she came closer. 
"Should I call 911 for an ambulance?"

   "No, no, I'm fine," Dana finally responded, as the thought of the police
officers that would undoubtedly accompany an ambulance served to again
focus her thoughts.

   "Are you sure?" the woman repeated as she came to a stop only a few feet
away.  "You do look pretty shaken up."

   "No, I'm fine, really," Dana insisted.  "I'm just a bit upset, that's
all.  Nothing like this has ever happened to me before, I'm always such a
careful driver."

   "Well, I can understand how a thing like this could be unsettling," the
businesswoman said with enough sympathy in her voice to give Dana a brief
moment of hope that she might be able to somehow talk her way out of her
predicament.

   That was a hope that proved to be short lived indeed.

   "But of course such things do tend to happen when one's attention is
divided between a cell phone and the road ahead of them," the woman
continued, the sympathy in her tone now gone.  "It can cause you to miss
all sort of important things, like stop signs for example.  I guess that
was why they made it illegal to use a hand held phone while driving."

   "Oh shit, I'm fucked now!" Dana thought, hoping even as the words formed
in her head that her expression didn't reflect the thought.

   "What cell phone?" she said instead, trying to maintain a look of
innocence.

   "The one I saw in your hand just as I spotted you in my rear view
mirror," the woman said, "and is, I assume already safely stashed away in
your purse or a pocket."

   "I think you were mistaken," Dana said.

   "I think not," came her reply.  "Fortunately, it will be a simple thing
to verify the fact with your cell phone provider."

   The look on Dana's face showed that she hadn't thought of that. 
Contrary to her claim of a few minutes before, she actually had a
horrendous driving record, attested to by a string of moving violations as
well as two accidents in the past three years.  That her license hadn't
been suspended was in of itself a minor miracle.

   "Look, Miss..." Dana began.

   "Connelly, Gail Connelly," she interjected.

   "Miss Connelly..." Dana repeated.

   "Mrs.  actually," Gail pointed out.

   "Mrs.  Connelly," Dana corrected herself.  "We don't need to involve the
police or those silly insurance companies in this, do we?  After all, no
one got hurt, did they?  I'd really hope that we could just work this out
between the two of us."

   Dana knew that sounded pretty lame, but then again she had nothing to
lose.

   "To protect your flawless driving record no doubt," Gail said, the
sarcasm in the tone self-evident.

   "No one ever wins when you involve all of them," Dana went on, laying it
on even thicker.  "You have to fill out all kinds of paperwork, then they
raise your rates six months down the line, even though none of it was your
fault."

   "None of it was my fault," Gail was quick to point out.  "I wasn't the
one who ran the stop sign."

   Try as she could, Dana had no counter-argument she could make to that
simple statement of truth.  Visions of taking the bus to work and school
for the next few years began to fill her head.

   "Are you sure we can't work something out?" Dana said one last time,
wondering why she was even still trying.

   To her surprise, Gail paused for a few long moments, looking as if she
might actually be considering the idea.  At least that was what a desperate
Dana hoped she was doing.

   If she could look into Gail's thoughts, Dana would've been surprised
indeed.  She would learn that the forty-nine year old wasn't upset at all
by the damage to the car, considerable as it was.  The reason being that it
wasn't her car, but that of her soon to be ex-husband.  He had reluctantly
lent it to her while her own, much more sensible Toyota Corolla, was in the
shop having the struts replaced.

   The Mercedes, like the secretary half his age that he'd been fucking on
the side for the better part of a year, had been another sign of his
self-described mid-life crisis.  It was a toss up as to which he valued
more, so it was with a serious lack of enthusiasm that he'd let her borrow
it.

   The reason he finally had was easy enough to understand.  Gail had, much
to his surprise, agreed to a quite amicable divorce settlement.  One that
gave her much less than his own lawyer told him she might be entitled to.
However, until he had her signature on the divorce papers, it was always
possible that she might change her mind and ask for more.  In was that
possibility that caused him to go out of his way to stay on her good side.
Since she was the aggrieved party, his lawyer had assured him that "more"
could be quite a considerable amount.

   As to why Gail hadn't asked for more, well, it was a decision based on
her own sense of morality.  Her husband hadn't been the only one to stray
outside the bounds of marital fidelity.  In fact, he hadn't even been the
first.  Gail had been having her own little affairs for quite a few years
now.  She had just been more careful about concealing them.

   Yes, her soon be ex would indeed be understandably upset if she brought
his car back in its current condition, but she was sure he wouldn't
complain too long or hard.  Unlike Dana, Tony Connelly had no problem
letting his insurance company pay for the damage.

   "We seem to be attracting a crowd," Gail finally said, drawing Dana's
attention to the small group of people looking over the damage to both
cars, despite the late morning hour.  "Might I suggest that if we are going
to discussion some sort of alternate resolution, that we do it somewhere
else before some helpful party calls 911 for us?"

   Overjoyed at the possibility, Dana instantly agreed.

   "I recall seeing a little coffee shop about a block back, one with a
parking lot in front," Gail went on.  "Why don't we relocate our discussion
there?  I'll even spring for the coffee."

   As relieved as she was surprised, Dana again quickly agreed and climbed
back into her car to follow Gail to the coffee shop.  Just before she
started the engine, it occurred to her that she hadn't so much as given the
other woman her name during their short chat.  What was to prevent her from
just taking off once they were on their way?

   Tempting as that might be, she then considered that their talk had
lasted more than long enough for Gail to memorize her plate number. 
Running a stop sign was bad, but being reported as leaving the scene of an
accident was much worse.

   -=-=-=



   Entering the coffee shop, Dana drew immediate attention from the few
patrons still there at this time of day.  It would've been hard for her not
to, considering that in addition to the very cut off jeans she wore, the
rest of her outfit consisted of an equally abbreviated sleeveless t-shirt,
beneath which she had made no attempt to cover her medium sized bust.

   It only took a moment to spot Gail sitting in one of the back booths and
Dana quickly moved to join her.  It was the opinion of most of the men at
the counter that the view behind her was just as good, if not better than
that in front.

   As soon as she sat down, a waitress placed cups of coffee in front of
each of them.  Gail explained that she had already ordered for the two of
them, another example of her confidence that Dana would show.  Normally,
the younger girl preferred tea, but knew now was not the time to point that
out.

   Gail waited until the middle-aged waitress was out of earshot, then
began to speak.

   "Okay, this is how it's going to go," she said, her tone now leaving no
doubt that she was the one in control here.  "You have the time it takes
for me to finish this cup of coffee to convince me as to why I shouldn't
just head down to the local police precinct and file an accident report,"
Gail said as she added cream and sugar to her coffee and began to stir it
slowly.

   "Well, I was sort of hoping that since no one was actually hurt, we
might each just take care of the damage on our own cars," Dana said,
repeating her admittedly weak suggestion from before.

   "You're kidding, right?" Gail said after tasting her coffee.  "I get to
spend what I can only guess would be at least a thousand dollars or more
repairing the damage you caused, and you just go on driving your car as is,
because I'm sure one more dent isn't going to make much of a difference. 
This is what seems fair to you?"

   Dana sat staring at her untouched cup of coffee, unable to come up with
much of an answer.  Then, as if the proverbial light bulb suddenly went off
over her head, she had a burst of inspiration.  The answer to her problem
was obvious and she wondered why it hadn't come to her immediately.

   Her boyfriend, she explained, worked in an auto repair shop and she was
sure he would be able to repair the damage to Gail's car.  Even as she made
the suggestion, Dana wondered what she would have to do to get Jack to do
that for her.  No matter what it turned out to be, it had to be less than
what it was going to cost her if she lost her license and had to pay for
the full repairs.

   "Is that who you were on the phone with when you blew through that stop
sign?" Gail asked, sidestepping the offer for the moment.

   "Actually, yes," Dana admitted, "why does that matter?"

   "It doesn't, I was just curious," Gail replied pausing to again take a
sip of coffee.  "Where does he work?" she inquired after lowering the cup.

   Dana told him.

   The answer put a look of disappointment on Gail's face.

   "Honey, do I look that stupid to you?" she said.  "I must, if you think
I'm going to let some half ass mechanic that works at a "Joe's Fix It" work
on a thirty thousand dollar car.  When you brought it up, I thought you
were talking about someone who worked for Mercedes, BMW or something in
that class."

   Her brilliant idea shot down, Dana again thought as hard as she could
while Gail took another drink of coffee.  When the cup again came back to
the tabletop, the younger woman could see that it was already more than
half-empty.

   "What if I worked out some sort of payment schedule with you, to pay you
back what it costs to make the repairs?" Dana suggested.

   "How much are we talking about a week?" Gail inquired.

   Dana told her.

   "Let's see now, giving that the repair bill is going to run about," Gail
began, using a figure that was more in line with Dana's first estimate and
not the low ball one that Gail herself had used a minute before, "that
would put you in hock to me for at least two years.  I hardly think I have
that much patience in waiting for my money.  Do you think you could get a
loan from the bank, or your job, or from someone you know?  Your boyfriend
maybe?"

   Dana slowly shook her head no.  No bank was going to loan her money, and
her father had already made it clear to her that he'd reached his limit in
what he was willing to cover.  Of her friends, the only one who might have
that kind of money was Jack, due to all the off the books repair jobs he
did.  However, based on the way their relationship had been going lately,
she doubted he'd be willing to lend her that much either.

   "This boyfriend, he good looking?" Gail unexpectedly asked.

   "I think so," Dana replied, not seeing the relevance of the question but
glad for anything that prevented Gail from draining the last of her cup.

   "Well, he must be to have a good looking girl like you in his bed," Gail
laughed as she reached for the cup, but then withdrew her hand.  "I'm
assuming that the two of you do sleep together.  It would be a terrible
waste on his part if you weren't."

   "Yes, we do," Dana answered, not used to anyone other than her best
friend Karen asking questions that intimate.  Most people, including her
parents, assumed that they were, but never actually asked directly.

   "Is he a good fuck?" Gail asked, with a directness that not even Karen
ever exhibited.

   "Yes," Dana replied, a bit of pride in her voice.

   "Big cock?" Gail inquired, a question even more personal.

   This time, Dana was taken back enough to hesitate a long moment before
giving an answer.  For some reason, it never occurred to her not to give
one.

   "I've always thought it big enough," Dana finally said.

   "Can't be that big if you had to think about it," Gail grinned, again
closing her fingers around the cup handle, but leaving it on the table. 
"But if he keeps you satisfied, there must be something in the way he uses
what he has."

   Dana only answered that one with a smile.

   "Think you might be willing to throw him into the pot?" Gail inquired,
again letting go of the cup without drinking from it.

   "Excuse me?" Dana said.

   "Yes, you heard me right," Gail said.  "If you really want me to just
forget the whole thing, there has to be something worthwhile in it.  If not
money, then something that has some value."

   Dana was too shocked to answer.

   "What's the matter, you don't think a roll in the hay with your
boyfriend is worth what it would cost to fix my car?" Gail asked. 
"Remember, I'm just taking your word for it, sight unseen.  For all I know,
he could be old, fat and a really lousy fuck."

   "He's not old or fat," Dana said.

   "I'd have been more impressed if you said he wasn't a lousy fuck," Gail
countered.

   This had gone beyond strange, Dana thought.  Yet, she was still sitting
there, which told Gail that she was at least thinking about the idea.

   "I thought you were married," Dana said.

   "I am," Gail confirmed, leaving out the little fact that she soon
wouldn't be, "but that doesn't mean that I'm not interested in a little fun
now and then.  Haven't you ever wanted to have a little adventure in your
life, something that no one would ever know about but you?"

   The question gave Dana pause enough to divert her from the other
previously unimaginable question.  What would Jack think of the idea?

   She didn't have to think about it long before she decided that he would
probably be all for it.  She'd lost track of how many times he'd talked
about some of the middle aged women who flirted with him at the repair
shop. Dana had long suspected that on an occasion or two some of them
might've done more than flirt.

   Despite being almost twice her age, the blonde sitting across from her
was still quite an attractive woman.  Even hidden by her jacket and blouse,
it was obvious that she had an impressive bust, one that she didn't have to
wear an almost transparent t-shirt to draw attention to.  By his own
description, Jack was a boobs kind of guy.

   "It's a pity that my husband wasn't driving the car today," Gail said,
again changing the direction of the conversation.  "Then you could've
flashed those perky breasts of yours and dazzled him no end.

   That thought had occurred to Dana more than once since this had all
started.  She was well aware of the power of her sexuality and how many
times it had worked to her advantage.  Sometimes all it took was a little
jiggle and a smile, sometimes a bit more.  A few drastic situations had
called for drastic solutions, or at least solutions that might've seemed
drastic to someone else.  To her, the result had easily justified the
means.

   "You have thought about that, haven't you?" Gail said, adding that the
look on her face gave it away.

   "So what if I have?" Dana countered.  "He wasn't driving it, you were,
so what's the point?" she added with an obvious regret in her voice.

   "What if ..." Gail asked, leaning in a little closer across the table,
"what if it could apply?"

   "I don't understand," Dana said, then thought she did.  "You want me to
do it with your husband?"

   "God no!" Gail said, a bit too loudly, causing two of the patrons at the
counter to turn in their direction, then lowering her tone added, "You are
far too pretty a girl to waste on the likes of him."

   "I don't understand," Dana repeated.

   "Let's just say that despite your sterling recommendation of him, I
really don't have any interest in your boyfriend," Gail said.

   "Then what has this all been about?" an even more confused Dana started
to say, but then paused as understanding finally filled her face.  She
looked deep into Gail's face and realized that she was right.  "But I've
never..."

   "Maybe that's what makes it such an interesting proposition," Gail said,
cutting her off.  "Haven't you ever thought about it, wondered about what
it might be like?"

   Dana was all ready to say "never", but that would've been a lie. 
Instead, she said nothing, which all but confirmed that she had.

   "And just think, you could always say that you had no choice," Gail
offered.  "That the mean closet dyke had you over a barrel after you
smashed into her car."



   That thought had also just occurred to Dana.

   "But that would be too easy," Gail said, "and nowhere near as much fun.
So I'm going to make you one of those offers you can't refuse."

   She had Dana's full and undivided attention.

   "I have business in the city this afternoon and later this evening, so I
was already planning to stay over here in town," she began.  "I have a room
at the Charlton Arms in midtown; do you know where that is?"

   Dana nodded her head yes.

   "Good, now this is what I want you to do," she continued, moving closer
so that there were only inches between the two of them.  "I'm going to be
in the bar at the Charlton at seven-thirty tonight.  I want you to meet me
there and have a drink with me.  Just a drink and I'll call it even between
us.  I'll go with your suggestion that each of us take care of the damage
to our own cars."

   "I don't get it, what's the catch?" a guarded Dana asked.

   "There's no catch," Gail assured her, "except that if you aren't there
by eight, I'm going to head down to the police station, which is only a
block away from the hotel, and file an accident report."

   "So all I have to do is show up and have a drink?" Dana asked
cautiously.

   "Well, there is one other little thing," Gail smiled.

   "Here it comes," Dana thought.

   "What I want you to do, as you go about doing whatever it is that you
have to do between now and then," Gail said, "is wonder what it might be
like to actually be with another woman.  How her naked body would feel
against your own, or how soft her lips might be.  I want you to imagine the
sweetness of her breasts and what it might be like to have her tongue
caress your clit in a way that no man ever could.  If you can ask yourself
all of those questions and not want to find out the answers, well then,
just leave after that drink and that will be just fine with me."

   With that, Gail rose from the table, dropping a five-dollar bill onto it
that more than covered the cost of the two coffees.  As she walked out of
the shop and across the parking lot toward her car, Dana sat totally
stunned.  It wasn't until the waitress came back over to inquire if she
wanted anything else that she remembered that she had to be at work in less
than a half hour.

   -=-=-=

   Traffic was with her and she arrived at Sally's Sandwich Shop just off
Washington Square only fifteen minutes late.  Even so, she went around back
and slipped into the store via the rear exit.  Quickly donning a plain
white apron over her t-shirt and shorts, Dana slipped into the public half
of the store as unobtrusively as possible.  Her belated appearance didn't
go unnoticed by the similarly clad girl already behind the counter, but
there were enough customers waiting for service that it would be almost an
hour before the brunette could say anything about it.

   "Alarm not go off again?" Karen Payne asked as she used a wet towel to
wash off the countertop.  "Or did Jack wake up and want an early morning
encore?"

   The two girls, aside from their similar apparel, looked enough alike to
be mistaken for sisters.  As it was, they were closer than most biological
siblings, having been best friends since grade school.  One of the few
things they did disagree about was Dana's current boyfriend, for whom Karen
made no effort to hide her dislike.

   "I'll have you know I didn't even spend the night at Jack's," Dana said
as she wiped down her half of the counter.  "I was in a... I was just
delayed this morning, that's all."

   "Well you were lucky that Mrs.  Goldman picked today to go to the bank
before coming in," Karen pointed out.  "You know how she feels about people
showing up late for their shift."

   Sally Goldman was the proprietor of the small sandwich shop, which,
since it had opened thirty years before, had proved both popular and
profitable.  Located within walking distance of NYU, where both Dana and
Karen took classes, it was the perfect part time job.  More so since Sally
was such a firm believer in higher education that she was quite willing to
employ a number of college students, working around their class schedules.
Of course, that didn't mean that she would put up with any nonsense such as
being constantly late.

   Karen waited a few moments to see if there was more of an explanation
forthcoming, and when none was, let the matter drop.  At least until they'd
taken care of the new customers that had just walked in.

   "So how are things with you and Mr.  Wonderful these days?" she asked
Dana once the last customer had been taken care of.

   "Things are fine," Dana said, her answer lacking conviction.  "As good
as always."

   "That good, huh," Karen snickered.

   "I've never understood what it is you have against Jack," Dana retorted.

   "Oh there are a number of things," Karen said, "the list being topped by
the fact that it appears, at least to me, that the two of you spend more
time fighting than fucking, and that's never good."

   "Wasn't it you who told me once that "makeup sex" was the best kind,"
Dana grinned.

   "It has its limits," Karen replied.  "Seriously, Dana you know I love
you, and I hate seeing you make some of the same mistakes I've made with
guys.  God knows that I went out with some real winners," she added with a
heavy touch of sarcasm, "before Roger, of course."

   Karen had met Roger Parsons at her sister's wedding two years before and
had fell head over heels in love, or at least lust, at first sight. 
Fourteen months later, they'd announced their engagement.  Dana had been
overjoyed for her friend, even if she also felt a bit envious.

   Dana found herself deliberating whether she should tell Karen about what
happened this morning and get her advice.  It wasn't that she considered
the brunette any smarter than herself, in fact the opposite was usually
true, it was just that it might help having a view from an outside
perspective.  She didn't get the chance, however, because Mrs.  Goldman
finally arrived after having finished her mid-morning errands.  That put a
definite crimp on any personal conversations for a while.

   Lunchtime came soon enough and the two girls retired to the back room
while Mrs.  Goldman staffed the counter.  The understanding had always been
that if it got busy one or both of the girls would cut their lunch short
and come out to help.  Today was salad for the both of them and as they
ate, Dana asked Karen a question.

   "Karen, how long do you have to report an accident?" she said, trying to
make the question as causal as possible.

   "Oh God, don't tell me you got into another accident on the way to work
today," Karen said, quickly drawing the obvious conclusion.

   "No, of course not," Dana lied, "someone asked me and I didn't know,
that's all.  I just thought that maybe you might know, that's all."

   "Okay," Karen said, unconvinced, "I'm not sure but I think it's within
twenty-four hours if no one is hurt.  Why don't you call and ask Jack?  He
should know if anyone does since he works in a repair shop."

   "He doesn't go to lunch until later.  I don't want to bother him while
he's working," Dana said, knowing that she wouldn't call him later either.

   "Hey, with the amount of time you've been spending over at his place, I
would think that he'd be happy to hear from you anytime," Karen commented
while she forked a bit of salad into her mouth.

   "Well, to be honest, we had a fight last night and I think I should let
it cool down before I call him for something so unimportant."

   "What were you fighting about this time?" Karen asked as she put down
her fork.

   "I'd rather not say," Dana replied.

   "Don't tell me he's still on your case because you don't want to try
anal sex?" Karen asked.  "I tell you girl, there are few things I wouldn't
try, but having a cock up my ass is one of them."

   "No it wasn't that," Dana said.  "And I wasn't aware that there was
anything that you wouldn't try

   "There are a few," Karen grinned.

   Dana suddenly saw an opening to get some advice without, hopefully,
having to explain why.

   "Karen," she said, moving closer as she dropped her voice a bit lower,
"have you ever wondered what it might be like to do it with another girl?"

   "That was what the fight was about, wasn't it?" Karen replied, a look of
certainty on her face.  "Jack couldn't get you to give up your ass, so he
falls back on every guy's fantasy."

   "Every guy's fantasy?" Dana repeated.  "Does that mean that even Roger
..."



   "Of course," Karen laughed, "but I told him right off that there had
better be a ring on my finger before he ever asked me something like that
again."

   Dana glanced down for a moment at the engagement ring on Karen's hand.

   "Yes," Karen simply said, answering Dana's unspoken question.

   "Did you like it?" Dana asked.

   Karen glanced over her shoulder, as if to confirm that Mrs.  Goldman was
still busy out in the front of the story.  Then, bringing her head next to
Dana's, she spoke in an almost whisper.

   "I wouldn't admit this to anyone but you, and I'd never want Roger to
know it," she said, "but I think I would've liked it even more if he hadn't
been there.  If it had just been me and her."

   "Really?" Dana said in surprise.  "Who was she?" she added out of
curiosity.

   "I'd rather not say," Karen said, the expression on her face telling
Dana that if she had said a name, it would've been one that she would've
recognized.

   Thankfully for Karen, a reminder from Mrs.  Goldman that lunch was now
over prevented any further questions that might've proved embarrassing to
either of them.

   The afternoon proved much busier than the morning and the two girls
didn't have much time to chat.  This now suited Dana as it gave her a lot
of time to think.  When it did finally quiet down about a quarter to five,
Dana had a new question to ask Karen.

   "Do you think you could cover for me if I left a little early?" she
said.

   "Come in late and leave early," Karen replied, "I don't think that's
going to go over too well with Mrs.  Goldman..

   "Well, she doesn't know I was late this morning, remember," Dana pointed
out.

   "Well, maybe it doesn't go over too well with me then," Karen said,
thinking of how many times the request had been made in the past.  "Unless
of course you have a really good reason for asking."

   "I'm supposed to meet someone for a drink later on in midtown," Dana
said, thinking that the truth, or at least part of it, was the best thing
to say.  "I can't really go dressed like this, so I wanted to run home and
change."

   Karen looked at her friend, thinking she had a similar excuse all too
often.  Then she remembered something even more important.

   "Wait a second, I thought Jack works late on Thursday nights," Karen
said.

   "He does," came Dana's reply.

   "Well, well, well," Karen said, a broad smile filling her face at the
thought that her friend was finally wising up.  "I guess I could cover for
you, but I'm telling you, this is going to be the last time, okay?"

   Even as she said it, Karen knew it wouldn't be, and in her heart didn't
really care.  That was what best friends were for.



   -=-=-=



   Traffic during rush hour being what it was, it took Dana almost an hour
to make what should've been a fifteen-minute drive home.  After a quick
shower, she changed into a dark blue dress more appropriate to a place like
the Charlton Arms.  Then, after leaving a note that she wouldn't be home
until late, which her parents had come to know as meaning not at all, she
headed for the subway station a block away.  Coming back above ground in
midtown, it took her a few moments to get her bearings and remember where
exactly the hotel was.  She had a general idea, but had never actually been
there.

   When she finally found the old hotel, she was greatly impressed.  The
date on the cornerstone read 1925, and it looked like every effort had been
made to restore it to what it looked like back then.  Entering the lobby
and searching around for the bar, she felt like she had suddenly been
transported into her great-grandmother's day.  One of her first boyfriends
in high school had been an architecture major, and he was always taking her
to look at classic buildings.  Looking around her, she decided that Timmy
would've really loved this place.  It only took a minute to locate the bar,
and checking her watch to make sure she was on time, Dana headed for it.

   It wasn't until she was in the bar that Dana noticed what she failed to
back in the lobby.  All of the hotel guests seemed to be women.  An
assortment of different ages and types, but all well dressed, which made
her very glad she'd gone home to change.  The outfit she wore to work
might've been fine for the local pub, but in a place like this she would've
stuck out like a cheap hooker.

   The left side of the room was dominated by a long, highly polished oak
bar, at which stood a crowd of women almost two deep.  Across from the bar
was a number of small tables for two or three, and behind that sat a few
booths against the far wall.  She carefully looked back and forth for Gail,
finally finding her in deep conversation with a similarly dressed black
woman over by the last row of small tables.  It took a bit of doing to work
her way over there, but once she did, Gail was quick to spot her.

   "Oh, there you are, darling," she said, as if Dana had merely gone to
the ladies room and not just arrived.

   "Hi," Dana said, suddenly feeling as if every eye on the place was on
her.

   "Natasha, this is my friend, Dana," Gail said, turning her attention
back and forth between the new and old arrivals.  "She's a new friend
actually, but one that I hope will be a dear one."

   Natasha said hello and that she was glad to meet any friend of Gail's.
Dana took a moment to take in the woman she had just been introduced to. 
She was about the same height as Gail, if perhaps both a little heavier and
older.  Her bearing projected authority, and Dana wasn't surprised when
Gail added that Natasha was a partner at a law firm that she had never
heard of.  From the way the blonde stressed the name of it, she assumed
that it was a rather important one.

   "Natasha has been handling my divorce," Gail went on.

   "Your divorce?" Dana repeated, a bit surprised.

   "Yes, official as of, what is it now, 'Tasha, two hours?" she laughed.

   Tony had indeed been quite upset about the car when she brought it back
with a damaged rear panel.  His dismay, however, was quickly put aside when
Gail announced that as long as she was there, why didn't she sign those
annoying divorce papers and get it all over with?  The car had been
instantly forgotten.

   "I've got to get going, Gail," Natasha said.  "It was nice meeting you,
Dana."

   As the black woman left, Gail suggested they grab a table, one of which
had just become available to their left.

   "What kind of place is this?" Dana asked after they had sat down.

   "What do you mean?" Gail asked as she tried to gain the attention of one
of the waitresses.

   "This place is filled with women only," Dana stated.

   "Well, what else would you expect in a hotel for women?" Gail replied as
she finally caught a waitress' attention.

   "I don't understand," Dana said.

   "I thought you knew," Gail replied, "when you said you knew where the
Charlton was."

   They were interrupted by the waitress, who took their orders and then
disappeared back into the crowd.  Once she was gone, Gail explained that
the Charlton was one of the original "hotels for women" that had been built
in the city back in the 1920's.  A place where young single women who came
to the city to work could live in safety away from evil men; at least, that
was how it was viewed back then.

   Dana had heard of such places but never believed that any still existed.

   In the late '70's, the hotel started to be considered something of an
anachronism and began to fall on hard times, Gail continued.  At that point
it looked like it would be converted to traditional housing or simply torn
down.  Instead, it was bought by some company named McMurphy Industries,
which decided that instead of tearing it down, it would instead restore it
to what it was when it first opened, and use it for the purpose it was
originally intended.

   "That must've cost a fortune," Dana said, looking around at all of the
detail work around her, most of which had to have been done by hand.

   "I'm sure it did," Gail replied, "but it sort of became a pet project of
the CEO of McMurphy Industries and no one was about to tell her she
couldn't do it."

   "And all that stay here are women?" Dana asked.

   Gail nodded her head, then jumped ahead at what she was sure was going
to be the next question.

   "And no, regardless what you might think, it's not a high scale lesbian
bar," Gail said.  "Although, as you might have noticed, some of the women
around you might indeed fit that classification."

   Dana had indeed noticed that some of the women sitting around them did
exhibit a more physical intimacy than might be expected.  Nothing overt,
but noticeable if you actually looked.

   "Most of the women who come here are simply looking for a place to relax
in the company of other women, to enjoy their sisterhood so to speak.  It's
a place where you can get away from the world of men."

   The waitress arrived with their drinks and Gail signed for them,
reminding Dana that she'd said she had a room in the hotel.  The both of
them took a taste of their drinks, then Gail paid Dana a compliment.

   "I should've said this before, but you look quite lovely in that dress,"
she said.  'Not that you didn't look fetching in the outfit you had on this
morning."

   "Thank you," Dana said.

   "Well, here we are having our drink ..." Gail said, letting the rest of
whatever she was going to say just hang there.

   "So now I'm off the hook, right?" Dana asked.

   "Sweetheart, let me tell you something," Gail smiled.  "You were never
on the hook to begin with."

   With that, she told her all about who owned the car and what had
happened when she returned it.

   "Then it was all a joke?" Dana asked, her tone slightly antagonistic.

   "Not at all," Gail assured her.

   "Then why did you do all this?" the redhead asked further.

   "Because I was taken by you the moment you stepped out of that car this
morning and I wanted to get to know you better," Gail confessed.

   "You did all of this just to get to know me better?"

   "Yes, don't you think you're worth it?" Gail asked.

   Dana didn't know what to answer.  She did know that she couldn't have
imagined any guy she'd ever known going to such lengths.  In a way, it made
her feel flattered.

   "So, if I just get up and walk out of here, then that's that," Dana
said.

   "Of course, but I would hope that you'd finish your drink at least, it
is rather good isn't it," Gail said.  "And perhaps you'd have another after
it."

   "And after that?" Dana asked.

   "Let's just concentrate on the now and after that will undoubtedly take
care of itself, shall we?

   "Well it wouldn't hurt to at least finish my drink," Dana thought.  "It
is rather good."

   -=-=-=

   So good had that drink been that when Gail again politely suggested that
Dana have another, the short haired girl couldn't see a reason why she
shouldn't.  The second eventually led to a third, or at least part of one,
at which point Gail commented that it was never a good thing to drink on an
empty stomach and offered to take her guest to dinner.  The hotel had the
most delightful restaurant just on the other side of the lobby, she added.
Thinking that she had to eat anyway, Dana accepted the invitation.  After
all, as long as she was still dating guys like Jack, it was doubtful she
would get the chance to eat as a place this classy anytime soon.

   The meal, which Gail had ordered for both of them, proved as fabulous as
Dana imagined it might have been.  She had no idea what it was that she had
just eaten, Gail had ordered in French, but it had Friday night at the Suds
and Burger beat all hollow.  With dinner had come a bottle of wine, or was
it two, Dana had lost track somewhere along the line and wasn't exactly
sure.  Still, it wasn't a problem, she told herself, because she knew, from
experience, it took a lot more than a little buzz to impair her judgment.

   Okay, she reminded herself, there had been that time with Kevin
O'Rourke, but that had been in junior high, and who knew that you could get
really wasted on less than half a bottle of the whiskey Kevin had taken
from his father's liquor cabinet?  Thankfully, none of their friends
believed him when he claimed the next day that she had gone down on him in
the basement playroom.  No one except Karen of course, but she was more
than happy to pretend that she didn't believe it either, as long as Dana
shared all the intimate details, or as many of them as she could remember.

   But that was a long time ago, and as they sat at the small table sharing
an after dinner coffee, Dana considered herself firmly in control.  So much
so that she had time to dwell on the fact that aside from her confession
back in the bar, Gail hadn't so much as mentioned the circumstances that
had brought the two of them here.  It had been the pink elephant at the
table, as her mother liked to call it.  A topic never mentioned but
unavoidably there.



   "Well this has indeed been a lovely evening," Gail said unexpectedly as
she wiped her mouth with a napkin and made a motion of her other hand to
call over the waitress that had been serving them.

   Dana didn't have a chance to say anything before the girl came over and
in response to Gail's request, produced their check from a pocket in her
jacket.  After adding what Dana could see was a more than expected gratuity
to the bottom of the bill, Gail signed her name and room number beneath it.

   "Thank you," the waitress, who couldn't be any older than Dana, said as
she picked up the bill and saw the amount Gail had written.  "Thank you
very much." It was obvious from her tone that not all the guests were that
generous.

   Gail rose to her feet and Dana followed suit, trailing after the older
woman as she exited the restaurant back into the lobby.  Dana kept
expecting Gail to say something about going back up to her room, but again
the subject seemed nonexistent.  The younger woman wasn't sure whether she
felt relieved or disappointed.

   "Well, I guess this is goodnight then," Gail said as she stood in front
of the elevator bank, taking both of Dana's hands in her own.  "I just want
to say again how much I've enjoyed meeting you and having your company this
evening."

   With that, she leaned forward and planted a soft, almost chaste kiss on
Dana's lips before releasing her hold on her hands and turning to take two
quick steps into the open elevator just behind them.

   Dana stood stunned for a moment as the elevator doors quickly closed. 
It all happened so fast that Gail was gone before she could say a word. 
When Dana did, it was one that made the women around her stop and look.

   "Fuck!" she said aloud, forgetting for the moment where she was.  "What
the hell just happened?"

   She stood there for a few moments longer, ignoring the few curious
stares until one of the hotel staff, recognizable by her uniform, came up
to her.  At first, Dana thought it was because of her outburst and was
about to apologize, when the woman handed her a small envelope.  Simply
saying she had been asked to deliver it to her, she then turned and walked
away in silence.

   Stepping over to the side of the vestibule where she would have at least
a small measure of privacy, Dana opened the envelope.  Inside she found a
small, single sheet of hotel stationery, upon which was a room number.  The
unwritten message was obvious - the choice was hers.  She stared at the
paper for another few moments, then, as if to take action before she could
think too much about it, ran for the nearby elevator, which had just
started to close, jumping inside just in time.

   Exiting on the fourth floor, Dana initially made a wrong turn, taking
her all the way down to the other end of the corridor before she realized
her error.  Backtracking, she soon found the door with the number that
matched what Gail had written.  She was about to knock on the door when it
unexpectedly swung open.

   "I was beginning to think that maybe you weren't interested after all,"
a smiling Gail said as she stood there, her jacket open, with her skirt and
blouse, the latter of which had considerably more buttons undone than it
had only a few minutes before.  "but I'm glad to see that my original
assumption was right after all."

   -=-=-=

   As Gail stepped aside to let Dana step into the room, the younger woman
now realized the why of her actions.  By the rules she lived by, it had
been necessary for Dana to enter what was about to be of her own accord. 
With no one there to influence her decision, it would've been just as easy
for her to have turned around and gone home.

   The room she stepped into was, like the lobby two floors below, right
out of a much earlier age.  Dana was sure the 1920's style furniture were
all reproductions, but that did little to dispel the illusion of again
stepping back in time.  An effect enhanced by the number of scented candles
scattered around the room, filling the small chamber with a soft, warm
glow. Situated on the closest of the night tables was an equally
old-fashioned metal wine cooler, filled to the brim with ice and bordered
by two long stemmed glasses.

   "I was about to pour myself a glass," Gail said as she followed Dana's
line of sight.  "Would you like one?"

   Dana thought for a moment of the drinks she'd had down in the bar as
well as those at dinner.  Then she decided that one more wouldn't hurt and
said that she would.

   A broad smile filled Gail's face as she filled both glasses, handing
Dana one.  It was obviously the answer she had hoped for.

   "Hmmm, this is even better than the wine at dinner," Dana said after
taking a small taste.

   "Yes, it's one of my favorites," Gail replied as she took a sip as well,
"just the thing to celebrate a special occasion."

   "You consider this a special occasion?" a surprised Dana asked.

   "Of course, don't you?" Gail countered.

   Dana thought about it a few seconds, then asked a different question.

   "I'm just a little curious," Dana asked after pausing to take a second,
longer drink of the wine.  "You had to have ordered this wine while we were
at, if not before, dinner.  Otherwise the ice would've long ago melted."

   Gail nodded her head, impressed that Dana had picked up on that.

   "What would you have done if things had gone the other way and I'd gone
home instead?" she continued.

   Before Gail could answer, the phone on the desk rang and she excused
herself for a moment to answer it.  Since it was only a few feet away, Dana
had no problem listening to at least half of the conversation.

   "I'm sorry," she heard Gail say to the caller, whose voice, while low
enough to be unintelligible, was still loud enough to be identified as that
of another woman.  "It seems that my original plans are still on after
all."

   There was a slight pause as Gail listened, then she quickly concluded
the call.

   "Yes, that would indeed be lovely," she said before saying goodbye. 
"I'll look forward to it."

   Hanging up the phone, she turned back to Dana and waited to see if she
had a comment.  When none was forthcoming, she identified the woman who had
been on the other end of the line."

   "That was Gabrielle," she said, pausing again to see if Dana recognized
the name.

   It took a few seconds, but she finally remembered that having been the
name plate of the waitress at their table.  She didn't say so in words, but
her expression said she'd made the connection.

   "A charming young lady, didn't you think so?" Gail said.  "We had a
simply wonderful chat while you were off in the ladies room."

   "Are you telling me that if I hadn't shown up, she would've been
standing here instead of me?" Dana asked, even though she already knew the
answer.

   "Well, my dear," the older woman said as she stepped close to Dana and
took the now empty wine from her hand, putting it down on the table next to
her own, "you have to agree that it would indeed have been a shame not to
have shared this exquisite nectar with someone.  And all things considered,
Gabrielle is quite attractive, didn't you think so?"

   Dana knew she should've felt at least slightly insulted, but
surprisingly enough she didn't.  More surprising to her was the unspoken
answer to Gail's question.  Usually, when she looked at other girls, she
only saw them as potential rivals.  This time, even though she didn't
realize it until just now, she had looked at the attractive waitress in a
manner normally reserved for cute guys.  Recognition of that fact was an
astonishment, to say the least.

   The look on Dana's face told Gail more than words ever could have, and
stepping closer to the red haired girl, she brought up her left hand and
gently stroked her left cheek.

   "But attractive as she might have been," Gail said as she closed the
distance even more, "she would've been a poor substitute for you."



   With that, she kissed Dana in a manner that, unlike that brief contact
down in the lobby, would never be mistaken as an innocent act of affection
between friends.  Dana felt her head swirl as she was overcome by the
softness of Gail's lips and the wet warmth of her tongue as it caressed her
own.

   It was not the first time she had been kissed by another woman, nor even
the first time she'd felt another's tongue against her own.  Back when they
were much younger, she and Karen had spent many nights practicing for boys,
with the two of them alternating the lead role.

   This time it was different, that much was apparent immediately.  It
wasn't until they'd shared their third kiss and she felt Gail's fingers
brush against her left breast that she realized why.  At one time or
another during those practice sessions, each of them had been caught up in
the heat of the moment and moved on to second base.  They had quickly
retreated, finding safety in the assertion that they were only acting as
they thought a boy would.  That retreat had come with a feeling that Dana
now recognized as regret.  Here and now, there were no such restrictions.

   Finding Dana's nipple beneath the cloth of her dress, Gail's fingers
quickly brought it to an excited thickness.  An action that also brought a
soft sigh of satisfaction from her lips.  Gail's other hand duplicated the
actions of the first and she stood there massaging the younger woman's tips
with outstretched fingers, working them against the thin material in a
tight circular motion.

   Dana let out a deep breath, followed by another even louder sigh. 
Despite the twin barriers of her dress and bra, Gail was causing a greater
degree of stimulation in her breasts than most guys managed against bare
skin.  Not that many of them ever seemed inclined to take things this slow.

   Another kiss followed as Gail let her hands slide down to the underside
of both breasts, then across to Dana's side.  From there Gail glided the
tips of her fingers up the length of Dana's arm, leaving a tingling
sensation in their wake.

   "What are you thinking?" Gail asked as her hands again crossed over the
exposed upper half of Dana's mounds.

   The question, like so much else tonight, took Dana by surprise, as no
guy had ever asked anything remotely like it at a time like this.  It took
a few long moments to actually recall what she had indeed been thinking.

   "I was thinking," Dana said, then paused and started over.  "I was just
thinking that I'm really not sure what it is that I'm supposed to do.  I
mean I've been with enough guys, but I've never..."



   "... been with a woman," Gail said, completing the sentence.



   Dana nodded her head in acknowledgement, considering her limited
experiences with Karen not to have counted.

   "Well, you let me worry about that," Gail smiled.  "I'm going to show
you everything that you need to know; you just relax and enjoy it.  Right
now it's all about making you feel good; then, later on, you can try the
same things on me."

   Dana smiled, an unexpected relief washing over her.

   "Why don't we start by making you a bit more comfortable?" Gail said
with a smile as she took Dana by the hand and led her towards the bed, the
two of them losing their shoes in the process.

   -=-=-=

   With Dana sitting on the center of the bed, Gail moved up alongside her,
stroking the length of her closest arm.  Pulling down the strap of her
dress, the older woman kissed Dana's exposed shoulder, before shifting her
position so that, after brushing aside her hair, the next kiss landed on
the back of her neck.  From there she worked her way up and across to the
lobe of her ear, sliding it between her eager lips.

   Pleased by the soft moan Dana gave in appreciation to her touch, Gail
reached out and took the redhead's hand in her own and kissed that also,
before turning her attention to the side of her face, pressing her lips
against that softness.

   Her hands continued to stroke both Dana's arms, in addition to the
inviting flesh above her bustline, the tips of her fingers dropping down
into the valley between her breasts.  Gail's mouth again found Dana's and
the kiss that followed was the longest and deepest yet.

   No sooner had that ended than Gail took hold of both of Dana's arms and
eased her back against the collection of pillows that rested against the
headboard.  Her own body followed and they began another round of kisses
and caresses, each a bit more intimate than the one that preceded it.  By
the time they were done, Dana was more relaxed than she could ever remember
being.

   "Enjoying yourself?" Gail asked as she finally lifted herself off of
Dana.

   The smile on the younger woman's face was all the answer she needed.

   Still firmly in control, Gail told Dana to get up on her knees and after
doing so herself, the blonde picked up right where she left off, one hand
sliding behind Dana's neck and the other dropping down to interlace with
Dana's.  By the time their other hand followed suit, Dana was giving as
good as she got, filling the air with soft moans of satisfaction.

   Their hands came undone as each resumed their exploration of the other's
body, with Gail sliding her hand first alongside the smoothness of Dana's
leg, then up under the hem of her dress to the even greater smoothness of
her silk covered ass.  She squeezed it softly as her other hand again came
to rest against the back of Dana's neck.

   Dana in turn was content to just let her hands rest on Gail's arms,
concentrating all of her efforts on her tongue as it danced about, deep in
Gail's mouth.  Gail meanwhile had now lifted up Dana's dress and slipped
her fingers beneath the thin cloth to caress the flesh beneath.  Then one
hand glided free, moving up Dana's back until came to rest against the
zipper of her dress.  Feeling it slide free, Dana lifted her arms so that
Gail could easily lift the dress up and over her head, then casually drop
it on the floor alongside the bed.

   The white bra and panties she had changed into during her quick trip
home were her favorite and most expensive set, the ones she usually wore
the first time she knew she was going to go all the way with a man. 
Normally, she was lucky if the guy even noticed them, at least as something
other than a final obstacle to what he was after.  This time, however, she
was delighted that Gail took the time to admire her selection, going so far
as to say a word or two about how lovely she looked in them.  What was also
different was the fact that Gail was in no rush to get her out of them,
exhibiting a desire to make each stage of their encounter last as long as
possible.

   Again leaning Dana against the pillows, Gail once more began to kiss her
as her hands ran up and down newly exposed flesh.  Dana felt a warm rush
fill her body, following the trail left by the older woman's touch.  Gail's
mouth moved down across her neck, across the soft top of Dana's mounds and
on to the smooth expanse of her belly.  Then she changed direction and this
time she used a free hand to expose the redhead's left nipple.  She kissed
it softly at first, then a bit harder before closing her lips tight around
it.

   "Oh yes!" Dana moaned loudly as she felt the warmth of Gail's mouth
engulf her flesh.

   When she and Karen had played their kissing games, she had often
wondered if it would feel different to have a woman touch her in that way.
Even before Gail shifted to her other breast, she already had her answer.
There was softness in Gail's manner that even the most sensitive male lover
had never matched.

   Gail used her tongue to caress the tips of both breasts, gliding them
back and forth into her mouth, drawing them deep inside of her.  Then,
after planting one final kiss on each, she lifted Dana off the bed just
enough so that she could reach back and undo the clasp that still held the
undergarment together.  Then it joined the dress on the floor.

   "God, I knew that you had beautiful breasts, but I didn't think they
would be this perfect," Gail said as she looked down at the woman lying
before her.

   Dana smiled at the compliment.

   Gail leaned down and, pulling Dana against her, kissed her fiercely,
their bodies pressing hard against the other, one hand on her back, the
other her leg as Dana brought both of them up to wrap around her.  A
second, third, and even a fourth kiss followed as Dana moved to try and
work Gail out of her jacket.

   "No, not yet," Gail whispered between kisses.  "This is all about you
right now, your enjoyment, your pleasure."

   "It would bring me pleasure," Dana offered.

   "Soon enough," Gail replied, kissing her once more.

   Gail moved down between Dana's legs, taking pause just long enough to
kiss the tiny damp spot that had formed on the translucent piece of
material between her thighs.  Then she slowly ran her fingers across it,
causing Dana to jump just a bit in anticipation.

   As with her breasts, Gail showed no sign of being in a hurry, lightly
stroking the mound beneath with both the tip of her tongue and fingers. 
Each of which was electric to Dana as she leaned back against the pillows
and enjoyed the sensation.

   Gail again pressed her mouth against the now wet material, taking a deep
breath to fully appreciate the perfume of Dana's sex.  She pulled the
material into her mouth, not hard enough to rip it, but enough to savor the
evidence of Dana's expectation.

   Only then did Gail finally take hold of the edges of her panties and
slowly slide them off and then down the length of Dana's legs.  Unlike the
rest of her clothing, Gail didn't simply toss it aside but gently rolled it
into a ball and, after taking a final sampling of its sweet scent, placed
it on the night table.  For a moment, Dana wondered if the blonde planned
to keep it as a souvenir of sorts, but that was a thought she didn't dwell
on too long.



   As she had done with her breasts, Dana watched as Gail took a long
moment to admire and express her appreciation of the beauty of her sex. 
Dana spread her legs wide to give her an unobstructed view, drawing
attention to a small bit of ink art that had been obscured by her panties.

   "Oh, isn't that just precious!" Gail said as she reached out and ran an
extended finger across the small image of Pooh Bear holding a honey pot
that rested only a half inch from Dana's cleanly shaved sex.  "I love it."

   Then, much to Dana's surprise, rather then go for the gold, as Jack
often referred to it, Gail instead withdrew from between her legs and
instead drew up alongside her on the bed.  As she did so, Gail guided her
right hand down between Dana's legs, even as her left slid beneath Dana's
back, moving up to her neck.  Quick to respond, Dana brought both hands to
the sides of Gail's face and kissed her deeply.

   As her tongue pressed far past Gail's lips, Dana could taste the barest
hint of her own sex in the blonde's mouth, a realization that filled her
with an even greater desire.  It was only after their second kiss that the
younger woman realized that Gail had used the distraction to gently glide
her fingers within her, just far enough to ignite the fires within.

   "Oh yes," Dana moaned into Gail's mouth, feeling strong fingers
manipulating the most sensitive of her flesh, producing waves of delight
that were already spreading out across her excited body.

   Waves that only increased in intensity as Gail continued to work her
magic.  One hand massaged Dana's sex, while the other and her mouth worked
on other parts of her body, all adding to her pleasures.  It went on for
what seemed to Dana an eternity, the torrent of desire within her nearing
its zenith.  Then, just as Dana was sure that tide was about to crest, Gail
unexpectedly stopped and told her to once more get up on her knees.

   A small measure of disappointment filled her, but she nonetheless
instantly responded, turning at Gail instruction so that she was spread out
across the bed away from her.  Gail reached out and put her hands on her
body, one on her left side and the other on her right thigh.  Then she told
Dana to come back up, her hands moving inward as she rose to Dana's breast
and pubic mound.

   Pulling her tight against her, Gail began to again rub her hand against
Dana's sex, while also now beginning to massage her breasts, tweaking her
hard nipples between her fingers.  Soft kisses began to rain down on Dana's
neck and shoulders, even as she tilted Dana's head so that her mouth might
be available as well.

   "Better?" Gail asked after she had been playing with Dana in this new
position for a while.

   "Much," Dana replied, that simple one word answer conveying an undreamed
of level of satisfaction that filled every aspect of her body.

   "Good," Gail replied just as simply, putting an even greater effort into
her ministrations, which produced a new series of appreciative moans from
the girl in her arms.

   Again Dana found herself brought to the edge of the precipice, her body
screaming for release, yet at the same time not wanting for the delights
filling her to fade.

   "Has Jack or any of your other boyfriends ever made you feel like this?"
Gail asked as she kissed Dana on the cheek.

   "No, never," Dana panted.

   "Are you sure?" Gail asked.

   "Yes!" Dana cried out, tears of joy forming at the corners of her eyes.

   "Makes you wonder what you need any of them for, doesn't it?" Gail
asked.

   Dana wasn't sure if that last question was rhetorical or not, but either
way she was in no state to answer it as her body continued to tremble on
the brink of orgasm.

   Following Gail's instruction, Dana replaced Gail's hand with her own and
she began to masturbate furiously, allowing Gail to devote her full
attention to her breasts.  The touch of her own hand was all she needed to
find that elusive orgasm.

   Gail held her tight as her body exploded, her naked form quivering and
quaking in the blonde's arms.  Sweat ran down her back and chest, along
with tears down her cheeks as she finally surrendered to the wondrous
forces that had overpowered her.

   "Good?" Gail asked as Dana collapsed back into her arms.

   "Oh God, yes," Dana replied breathlessly.

   "Then you just lay back and catch your breath for a moment," Gail said
as she shifted her body enough for her to do just that, "because it's about
to get even better.

   With Dana now propped up on the pillows once more, Gail moved back
between her legs and this time did go for the gold without hesitation.  The
sudden touch of her tongue against Dana's clit was enough to wash away any
fatigue she felt and totally reenergize her.

   Over the course of the next twenty-five minutes, the twenty-one year old
was subjected to the most intense pussy-licking she could ever have
imagined.  Nothing in her life had ever come close, as Gail's efforts
produced no less than two more orgasms in that short span.  It this wasn't
heaven, Dana couldn't imagine what was.

   "Satisfied?" Gail asked after the last of Dana's climaxes had subsided.

   "Totally," she replied with the broadest of smiles on her face.

   "Are you sure?" Gail asked.

   "What else could I want?" Dana answered.

   "You never know," Gail said with a smile and a mischievous tone in her
voice.  "Sometimes you never know what you want until someone gives it to
you."

   Although baffled by that remark, Dana didn't ask Gail to explain it
because the older woman took that moment to finally take off her jacket and
carefully lay it across a nearby chair.  Gail watched in rapt fascination
as Gail walked to a point at the bottom of the bed and, button by button,
began to undo her blouse.  As it gave way, a sheer flesh colored bra became
visible, one much more functional than the one Dana had been wearing, but
at the same time made more erotic by the ensemble it had been worn under.
After the blouse came the skirt, revealing an equally practical pair of
panties.

   Still, even if Gail had been wearing granny panties, Dana would've been
totally impressed by the body beneath them.  Gail obviously took excellent
care of herself, exhibiting a tight, well toned body that any woman half
her age would envy.  In fact, if she had to guess her age judged solely by
what was before her, Dana would've been at least a decade off.

   That judgment was even more evident once Gail discarded her
undergarments as well.  Dana found herself presented with a pair of breasts
that stood as firm as her own, despite being slightly larger.  Between her
legs, Gail had declined to go bare as Dana and many of her friends did,
preferring to maintain a natural look, although one tightly trimmed.

   "I guess now it's my turn," Dana said, her voice full of anticipation.

   "Maybe," Gail replied, a touch of mystery in that single word.

   "You don't want me to please you?" Dana asked, the anticipation giving
way to confusion.

   "Sweetheart, you have no idea how much you've already pleased me," Gail
said.

   "Then what..." Dana started to say.

   "But I'm not done with you yet," Gail said, cutting her off.  "I have
one more surprise for you, that is, if you think you can handle it."

   "I can handle anything," Dana said, wondering as she said it if it were
really true.

   "Well then," Gail said with a wicked smile as she reached down and
picked up a small carry bag that had been resting on the floor in front of
the bed, "do you think you could handle this?"

   "Oh my God, is that what I think it is?" Dana said in surprise.

   In retrospect, that seems a pretty stupid thing to say, Dana later
thought.  As if the object in Gail's hand could've been anything but what
she thought it was.  She had heard of strap-ons, even if she had never seen
so much as a picture of one.  This one in particular was quite impressive,
she had to say, with a length and girth easily the equal of any man she had
ever been with.

   "So what do you think?" Gail said, holding the flesh colored, hard
rubber replica in one hand while she dropped the carry bag back on the
floor with the other.

   "You want to fuck me?" Dana asked, her voice now a curious mix of both
trepidation and excitement.

   Gail didn't answer, at least not verbally.  Instead, the look on her
face said it all, leading Dana to think that her last question was even
stupider than the one before it had been.

   Gail was obviously giving her a few moments to think about it, and Dana
was certainly doing that.  Even though she had a small dildo in her
nightstand, for those nights when the urge was there but company wasn't,
she had never imagined the idea of another woman using such a thing on her
- not even in her wildest fantasies.  Then again, she barely imagined one
doing the things Gail had done to her this evening, and look at how that
had turned out.  Three orgasms in a single night, and the prospect of one
or two more dangling before her.

   "How could I say no," Dana said, surprised at first that she had said
that aloud.

   -=-=-=

   To judge by the look of satisfaction on her face, Dana's response seemed
to please Gail more than anything else had so far tonight, and that was
saying a lot.  Playfully stroking her artificial cock as she put it on,
Gail climbed onto the bottom of the bed, grabbing one of the plush pillows
that had been pushed aside during their earlier play.

   "Bottoms up," she grinned as she positioned the pillow under Dana's ass,
raising the object of her desire a few more inches off the mattress.

   That done, she spread Dana's legs wider and moved into the now open
space between them, one hand on her cock, which she placed at the head of
the girl's pussy.  Dana closed her eyes and let out a loud gasp as she felt
Gail enter her, the fullness of her artificial manhood filling her more
than Dana could ever remember Jack doing.  Gail then leaned forward and,
after wrapping her arms around her, kissed Dana softly.

   "Feels nice, doesn't it?" she said as their lips parted.

   "Yes," Dana replied breathlessly.

   "It gets better," Gail said as she began to gently rock back and forth
inside of her.

   For long minutes they rocked in unison, exchanging kisses as Gail gently
fucked her.  Then the intensity of her motion began to quicken, as did that
of her kisses.  Finally, she released her hold on Dana and lifted herself
back up, taking hold of Dana's legs which she lifted upward, allowing her
to penetrate her even deeper.

   "Oh God, yes," Dana panted as Gail fucked her even harder, sliding one
hand down to her mound so that she could rub her fingers against it.

   In no time at all, she felt herself once more on the edge of orgasm, one
that she didn't have long to wait for.  It was a small one, in comparison
to what had come before, but it was also just a harbinger of what was yet
to come.  Gail hardly gave her time to take pleasure in the minor joy
before she was already guiding her down the path to a second one.  It was a
mirror of the first in intensity, also filled with the promise of what was
to come.

   Holding Dana tightly, Gail rolled the two of them over, so that now Dana
was on top.  They took a few moments to get comfortable, and then Dana
began to ride Gail just as she would a man.

   Up and down she went, sliding Gail in and out of her, each thrust
filling her body with renewed delight.  Gail, for her part, slid her hands
from around Dana's waist, where they had been resting, and moved them up to
cup her breasts, adding to the abundance of pleasures filling the younger
woman.

   "Oh it's good, so good," Dana said with tears of joy running down her
face, even as she arched herself back to again let Gail take control.

   And take control she did, thrusting upward with renewed intensity,
prompting Dana to fill the air with louder and louder cries of
encouragement and satisfaction.  Gail grabbed Dana and pulled her down to
her, the kiss this time one of ferocity, and one that didn't cause her to
slacken her endeavor in the least.

   Dana responded with equal fervor, not being able to remember the last
time she had made love this intensely.  Usually, Jack, or one of her
previous boyfriends, had come by this time and lost interest, or the
capacity to continue.  A third miniorgasm took hold of her, and still Gail
went on, grabbing her ass and rocking in time to her climax.

   Sliding out from beneath her, Gail told Dana to get down on all fours,
coming up behind her and using her tongue to caress her asshole, even as
her fingers did the same to her quite wet mound.

   "Ever been fucked in the ass?" Gail asked as she lifted her head.

   "No," Dana said over her shoulder, wondering if that was what Gail was
planning next.

   "I think you might like it," Gail said as she ran her fingers across the
valley between her ass cheeks, "but that's a treat we'll save for another
day.  Right now it's your pussy that I want."

   Remembering how many times she had declined Jack's desire to break her
anal cherry, Dana found herself surprised to discover that she felt a small
level of disappointment that Gail wasn't going to do the honors.  If she
had wanted to, Dana knew she would've had no objection.

   She didn't have long to think about it because Gail was wasting no time
in reentering her, her hands tight against her sides as she slid her cock
once more deep inside of her.  This time her well lubricated sex needed no
warm up period, and Gail began to ram her as hard as she could from the
onset.

   "Fuck me!" Dana cried out loudly.  "Fuck my pussy, fuck it harder!"

   On and on they went, with Gail constantly changing their positions
slightly to give her better leverage, but the force of her thrusts
remaining constant.  Dana was in heaven, her body quaking as it never had
before in her life.  She couldn't breathe, she couldn't think, all she knew
was that she was Gail's to do whatever she wanted with and that felt oh so
right.

   Filled with an orgasm more intense than she could've ever imagined, Dana
wanted to cry out how good it felt, but the words just wouldn't come. 
Still, with her body pressed hard against her, Gail had no trouble feeling
just how good it was for the younger woman.  By the time it was finally
over, Dana thought she might as well just curl up and die right then and
there, because nothing was ever going to be better than what she'd just
experienced.

   Almost as exhausted as the girl beneath her, Gail collapsed on top of
Dana's body, the fingers of their hands interlocked as they had been during
her orgasm.  She kissed her cheek, then carefully lifted herself off and
rolled onto her side.  They shared a full kiss, one that was as soft as it
was long.

   "I love you," Dana said as she finally regained her voice.

   "No, you love what I just did for you," Gail smiled, "but still, it's a
nice thing for you to say."

   Dana smiled back, knowing that she was right.

   "I don't know about you, dear," Gail said, her eyes closing as she
dropped her head back against the mattress, "but I could use a bit of rest
before we give it another go.  After all, we have the room the rest of the
night, and the morning too," she added.

   As Dana did the same, the redhead found herself thankful that she didn't
have to work tomorrow, or have any classes scheduled.  That way she could
use every bit of the time Gail mentioned to return the pleasures the older
woman had brought her.  A whole new world had been opened to her, one that
she intended to explore to its fullest.

   END

   (c) Ann Douglas 2010





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