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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are
both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions
are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it
makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first
name and age in your comments. It gives me a
better idea who my audience is.
The Classified Ad
Part One
by Ann Douglas
(anndouglas@aol.com)
For perhaps the sixth time that morning,
Jackie Esposito reread the bulletin board classified
on her computer screen. As she had the previous
five times, she slowly shook her head. What had
ever possessed her to write such an ad? Silently,
she read it again.
"Married White Female - 20. Brooklyn,
NY Bi-curious. Looking for an understanding
lesbian or bi-woman to help me explore the world
of female sexuality. Not looking for a relationship
as of yet, just a little fun."
When she had posted that add on the BBS
last week, she really didn't expect to get any
serious answers. In fact, most if the hundred or so
answers had been from men. The latest one, still
in her in box, was typical of the lot.
"Yo sexy lady. You don't need all that
dyke crap. If you need a little entertainment, I've
got 8" of pure delight."
But none of the crude responses bothered
her as much as the response she had received
yesterday morning. With a trembling hand, Jackie
punched it up again and began to slowly take in
the words once again.
"Dearest Jackie,
I saw your Ad, and while I normally don't
respond to such things, something told me I
should take a chance and answer yours. My name
is Colleen and I'm a 34 year old Lesbian. If you
would like to get together and talk, perhaps have
lunch, please give me a call. If anything develops,
fine. If not, well then that's also fine. If nothing
else, it may just give you the chance to get a few
things off your chest. My office number is
555-1782. I make no secret of my sexuality, so
you don't have to worry about calling my office. I
hope to hear from you.
Colleen"
Taking a deep breath, the bathrobe clad
woman reached over and switched off the
computer. Walking back to the bedroom, Jackie
reviewed the events that had led her to this
morning.
Had it really only been two weeks ago that
she'd been to brunch with her friends at Kelly
Michaels house. It was a get together they had
twice a month, dating back to their high school
days. Each member of their little circle took a turn
at hosting it. How could she have known that
afternoon would cause long buried desires to
erupt to new life.
It was your typical brunch, a few snacks,
tea and coffee - and of course gossip. That was
the real reason they all got together. Nothing was
as much fun as getting together with your
girlfriends and hearing all the latest dirt - at least
that was what Jackie had believed up to that point.
The usual people were there. Kelly
Michaels, the oldest of the group at 21. Tall,
blonde and blue eyed, she had been Prom Queen
at graduation.
Still single out of choice, she was already a rising
star at the firm she had joined right out of high
school. Of course it didn't hurt that daddy owned
the firm.
Next came Janet Innis. Almost as tall as
Kelly, she had a short curly hair as black as her
skin. Already a junior at State, she was the
brightest of the group. At the rate she was going,
she'd have her degree six months before anyone
else in her class.
Rhonda Jo Chambers was next. The
second blonde of the bunch, she gave truth to the
stereotype of the dumb, beautiful blonde. If it
wasn't for the help of the others, she'd have still
been in high school. The flip side was that the
bombshell had married Carl Chambers, the son of
Jimmy Chambers.
Jimmy Chambers had opened his first hardware
store in 1979. Last week he had opened his tenth.
The baby of the group was Karen Scott.
Still 19, the redhead was a student at City
University and engaged to be married next year.
She also worked nights as a waitress.
The last of the group present was Maria
Santiago. The shortest of the group, only 5'2",
Maria never the less possessed the best body of
any of them. A fact that was never lost on the long
string of boyfriends she'd had over the last few
years.
Three girls were missing from their
original clique. Donna Sullivan, who had moved
to California to attend UCLA. Beverly Clark,
who was nine months pregnant and not really in
the mood for brunch. And the third missing sister
was Mary Catherine Murphy. The reason for her
absence was the main topic of discussion.
"Can you believe that Mary Catherine left
Roger?" Karen said as she sipped her tea. "Who
would've guessed that they'd wind up in divorce
court?"
"They've been together since freshman
year of high school." Kelly commented, twirling
her long red locks - a habit she'd had since high
school.
"I heard that Roger was bedding one of
the women in his office." Maria interjected, a
secret smile on her face. It was her secret vice -
seducing married men. "And that Mary Catherine
walked in on them."
"Oh God!" Rhonda Jo Chambers gasped.
"If that happened to me, I'd be reaching for my
daddy's shotgun.
"You'd shoot yourself?" Jackie asked
unbelievingly.
"No, silly." Rhonda Jo laughed. "Them!"
All the other girl laughed as well.
"Isn't that just like a man." Kelly said.
"Here he has a beautiful and loving woman at
home and he feels the need to go looking for
someone else."
"How true." chorused a few of the girls as
their laughter rose in volume and went on for the
longest time.
"Actually, that's not true." Janet said in a
quiet tone.
"What's not true, Jan?" Kelly asked.
"That men aren't like that?"
"No." the tall black woman said. "That
Mary Catherine walked in on Roger and a honey."
The last remnants of laughter faded right
away as all eyes turned to Janet. A wide smile
filed her face. That kind of all knowing look that
said..."I know a secret that you don't"
"Actually, it was Roger who walked in on
Mary Catherine." Janet said, every woman there
hanging on her every word.
"You mean Mary Catherine was getting it
from someone else?" Susan asked. "I can't
believe that."
"She never seemed the type." Kelly said.
"I mean I never even saw her look at another
guy."
"That's right." Rhonda Jo agreed.
"Remember how we used to joke that if she didn't
marry Roger, she'd become a nun. She even had
the perfect name already."
Jackie hadn't said a word, she was too
busy looking at Janet. She still had that same
knowing smile, there had to be more to the story.
"Are you sure about this?" Karen asked.
"
My husband heard the story from Roger himself."
"Well, I think that maybe Roger would
rather people think he'd got caught screwing
around than let them know about Mary
Catherine's affair." Janet responded, her grin now
spread from ear to ear.
Varied looks of confusion filled the faces
of the four women. This was the best gossip Janet
had heard all year, and she wanted to really enjoy
telling it. She let a few more moments pass before
letting out her secret.
"I never said that it was a guy that Roger
found her in bed with." she said.
"Omigod." was the collective response.
From that afternoon on, Jackie couldn't
get the image of Mary Catherine in bed with
another woman out of her mind. Mary Catherine
had been one of her best friends since high school.
Back then she'd been Mary Catherine Lewis. She
and Roger used to double date with Jack and her.
It fact it was Mary Catherine she'd turned to that
night when she'd discovered that she was pregnant
during the last month of senior year.
Now to discover she was into women.
While the other women in their little social circle
were very loud in their expressions of disgust,
Jackie felt herself filled with a very different
emotion - that of envy.
It'd been quite of few years since Jackie
had entertained the idea of sex with another
woman. All through high school, she had found
herself with the desire to touch another girl - and
to have them touch her. Many a night she had laid
in bed, remembering what the other girls had
looked like in the shower -and had masturbated to
those images.
What she lacked in those days was the
courage to act on those feelings. So Jackie had
buried her feeling and followed the role everyone
thought she should be. Honor student,
cheerleader, girlfriend of a football star. She
remembered all too well the scorn and isolation
heaped on poor Dotty Myers who all the other
girls assumed was a dyke. Dotty was somewhat
plain and highly athletic, a real tomboy. Since she
also wasn't what you would call socially active -
the other girls had automatically hung the
"lesbian" label on her.
Dotty proved them all wrong when she
married Clarence Oswald. Clarence was a male
version of Dotty - the stereotype nerd. He was
also the founder of Startech - now one of the
fastest growing software companies in the
southeast. The last Jackie had heard, they already
had three kids, a girl and twin sons.
Jackie's marriage to Billy Espositio on the
other hand had been far from ideal. Married at 18
in a race with the stork to the altar, it had
degenerated into two strangers sharing an
apartment. Jackie had suffered a miscarriage a
month after the wedding. She had never forgotten
the look of relief that had appeared on Bill's face
when the doctor told them that she'd lost the baby.
Or the way he'd so casually accepted the later
verdict that she probably wouldn't have kids at all.
Despite that, they had been married and she tried
so hard to make it work.
But it took two to make a marriage work
and for the longest time, Jackie knew she was in
this fight alone. They still lived in the basement
apartment of his parent's Bensonhurst house.
Billy still spent his days at his family's lumber yard
and his nights at the local bar. Or the bowling
alley, or the pool hall. Those few nights he did
spend at home, were spent glued to the front of
the television.
In fact, the only time she really felt that he
even acknowledged her existence, was those
nights that he suddenly felt the need for sex. That
was another thing that hadn't gotten any better
since high school.
The response to her ad had brought it all
to a head in the last twenty-four hours. Deep in
her heart she knew it was now or never. As late
as last night, she'd tried to have a serious talk with
Billy about their problems.
"Billy, we need to talk." Jackie said to her
husband who as usual was in front of the
television watching Sportschannel.
When no response came, she repeated her
statement.
"You say something, baby?" Billy replied,
his eyes never leaving the screen which was
showing the finals of Woman's Volleyball from
California.
"I said that....." she began for the third
time before getting cut off by a shout from Billy.
"What a shot!" He yelled as one of the big
breasted blondes on screen scored a point.
With a sigh, Jackie knew she was wasting
her time.
"I said that the paperboy is here." She
lied. "Do you have five dollars to pay him or
should I just blow him as usual?"
"What's that, honey?"
"The paperboy......" she repeated.
"Oh, take care of that for me, will ya." he
replied as the game resumed.
"Sure, no problem." she concluded in a
defeated tone. "Maybe he'd at least have
appreciated it."
So here she sat, staring at the phone. Since
she only worked part time, she had the whole day
free.
"I'm going to do it." Jackie said out loud
to then empty room.
As soon as the words left her lips, she felt
greatly relieved. Of course an hour from now she
could loose her nerve again. Before she did, she
started dialing the phone.
"Doctor O'Connor's office." said the voice
that answered on the other end of telephone.
"Is this Colleen?" Jackie asked.
"No, this is Martha." the voice replied.
"Colleen's in with a patient right now. Who may I
say is calling?"
"She's a doctor." Jackie said to herself.
Somehow, that made her feel better.
"Could you tell her that Jackie called." she
answered, wondering if fate was giving her a
chance to quickly back and that maybe she should
take it.
A few seconds passed. Seconds during
which, Jackie would later learn, Martha was
checking a short list of names in her desk draw.
Jackie had come in on the doctor's private line. A
line that bounced back to the front desk if she was
in with a patient. The receptionist stopped with
she came to the name Jackie penciled in at the
bottom. Since she knew Dr. O'Conner gave the
private number to women she met, rather that use
her home number, finding only a first names
wasn't unusual.
"If you can just wait a moment, I'll see if
the doctor can pick you up." Martha said.
Martha was totally heterosexual, but there
were times, after nearly thirty years of marriage,
she was really curious about the concept of lesbian
sex.
That and the women the doctor dated. She had
never actually met any of them, they were just
voices on the phone.
When Colleen had hired her, she had told
her right off the bat that she was a lesbian and
asked if she had a problem with that. If it had
made her uncomfortable, as it did to the last three
woman who'd applied for the job, Colleen would
understand.
Martha had replied that what the doctor
did in her own bed was her own business - no one
else's. Truth be known, some of the games the 48
year old and her husband played between
themselves would seem strange to many people as
well.
"Sure, I'll wait." Jackie said without
thinking about it. Now it would be rude to just
hang up.
"Hello, Jackie?" said a soft melodious
voice a minute later.
"Hello Colleen."
"I'm so glad you called." Colleen said.
"But I'm afraid you've caught me in the busiest
part of the day."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Jackie answered. "I guess
I could call back another time."
"No, there's no need for that." said
Colleen." "I can spare a few minutes."
The two woman traded pleasantries for a
few minutes. Jackie never realized how hard it
would be to talk to someone she didn't even know
over the phone. It was so hard to read the person
on the other end of the receiver.
The sound of a buzzer in the background
interrupted Colleen. She excused herself for a
moment and then came back on the line.
"I'm afraid I've already backed up the
appointments." Colleen said, indicating that she
would have to cut it short.
"I understand." Jackie said. "I really have
enjoyed talking to you."
"Tell you what," Colleen said. "I really
meant what I said about getting together for
lunch. My last appointment is for noon. Would
today be good for you?"
"Today?" Jackie repeated.
"Yes, unless you already have plans."
Jackie looked at the clock. It was nine
thirty. There was absolutely no reason she
couldn't say yes. No reason but her own fear.
"Jackie?" Colleen inquired. "Are you still
there?"
"Yes, I was just thinking." came the reply.
"Of course, I understand if you'd
rather....."
"Yes."
"Excuse me?" Colleen said.
"I said yes, I'd love to meet you for lunch."
"Wonderful!" Colleen beamed. "I'm in
Brooklyn Heights, is that ok with you?"
Only a half hour away by subway but a
world away as far as any of her friends were
concerned. To Jackie, it was perfect and she
quickly said so. The two then exchanged a few
more details on where exactly to meet and how
they would recognize each other. Then Colleen
said good-bye and that she was looking forward
to meeting Jackie. For her own part, Jackie
echoed the sentiment.
Jackie found herself staring at the phone
for at least five minutes after she had replaced the
receiver on the cradle. She had actually done it.
In less than three hours, she had a date with
another woman.
"Oh god, what do I wear?" was her first
thought.
It'd been a very long time since Jackie had
dressed to impress someone. As far as Billy was
concerned, she could just go naked. At least that
was the only time he seemed to pay attention to
her.
Already Jackie had pulled out and then
rejected a half dozen outfits. Should she wear
something sexy, or would that be too trashy. Or
would Colleen expect her to dress conservatively.
After all, she was a doctor. It would be a good
assumption that if she was coming from the office
she would be wearing something traditional. Or
were the rules different for lesbian doctors?
After all, to her knowledge, Jackie had
never actually met a lesbian before. Unless you
counted Mary Catherine that is, and she really
didn't think that she was a good model to chose
from. In fact, aside from the famous lesbians you
always heard about - sports stars and models and
such, she had only one other image to follow. A
few months back, she'd seen a tape on cable of the
gay pride parade in Manhattan. It was filled with
lesbians, some of them who acted more masculine
then men and paraded topless. That had been a
little hard for her to take. What if Colleen was like
that?
"Only one way to find out." Jackie said as
she finally settled on a yellow and blue sundress.
"If worse comes to worse, I'll just make up a story
about having to cut lunch short and get the hell
out of there."
Having laid out her clothes, Jackie stepped
into the bathroom and turned on the shower. It
would've been nice to run a bath instead but she
wouldn't have the time. Placing her robe on the
door hook, the brunette took a moment to admire
her naked form in the mirror. Her breasts were a
firm 36C and she worked out to keep her waist
the same as it had been in high school. As a result
of many afternoons sunning topless in the privacy
of their backyard, her normally pink nipples were
a dark brown and the rest of her a nice golden
hue.
Running her fingers down across her
breasts and stomach, Jackie stopped at the large
dark bush of hair between her legs. She
wondered if she should shave it. Billy had
suggested it a few times after he had seen it in a
porno movie. After the second time he brought it
up, she had offered to shave it if that meant that
he would go down on her more often. An activity
that even after two years of marriage occurred
once in a blue moon. Billy then stopped asking.
"Maybe another time." Jackie mused as
she dismissed the idea.
Stepping under the warm rain of the
overhead shower, Jackie closed her eyes and
allowed the bright droplets to splash against her
skin. The gentle touch was like a warm massage,
causing her mind to drift. Unbidden, the dream of
long ago days, a dream that had again worked it's
way from deep within her memory, flowed
through her mind.
Her eyes still closed, Jackie could tell that
the light blue tiles of her shower had turned to a
bright white and the shower itself was now more
than four times as large. Shutting off the valves
for the showerhead, now only one of a dozen that
lined the walls, Jackie could hear voices from the
adjacent room. She looked for a towel to wrap
herself in, but all the hooks on the far wall were
empty. With a shrug of her shoulders, she walked
into the other room - still dripping wet and naked.
Stepping into the brightly lit room, Jackie
immediately recognized it. She’d seen it so many
times before. It was the locker room of Bishop
O'Mallory High School. The exhibition playing
itself out before her eyes however was not
something she was used to. Spread out across the
room were her closest friends. All were as naked
as she was - and all were deep in the arms of
sappho.
In the center of the room stood Kelly, her
left leg propped up on one of the locker benches,
both exposing the thick red patch between her
legs and giving full access to it to the girl kneeling
beneath it. It took Jackie a moment to realize that
the girl on the floor was Donna Sullivan. The
dark haired girl had her tongue stretched up and
inside Kelly's pussy, working it up and down
furiously. Standing alongside Kelly was
Rhonda Jo, trading deep kisses with the redhead
and playfully caressing Kelly's bouncy breasts.
Donna also had two of her fingers deep inside
Rhonda's cunt, duplicating the action of her
tongue on Kelly's.
To their right was Maria and Beverly
Clark, locking in a tight embrace, each girl's
mouth glued to the sex of the other. Both seemed
oblivious to the action around them, enjoying the
favors of the other.
The biggest surprise was the spectacle on
the left. There was Karen Scott, spread out on
the floor on all fours, her perky little breasts
bouncing back and forth. Kneeling behind her,
with a firm grip on her hips was Janet, pounding
away at the young girl like a man. Strapped
around her crotch was a long and thick dildo, as
black as her own skin. With increasing speed, it
disappeared and then reappeared as it penetrated
Karen again and again. Much to the pale skinned
girl's delight.
"Omigod!'' Jackie gasped as she covered
her mouth with her hand. She feared making a
single sound would cause it all to disappear before
her.
The warm feeling from between her legs
spread like wildfire as she watched her wildest
fantasies played out before her. She wondered if
she dared join in.
"I hope you're not planning to just stand
there and watch." said a sudden, soft voice from
behind Jackie.
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