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Subject: Story: Lawyers In Love (2/3) (f/f)
Date: Fri, 15 Dec 1995 04:01:24 UTC
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The following story contains descriptions of adult, consensual, lesbian 
sex. If you are under the age of twenty-one or if such a story would 
violate the standards of acceptability in your community, please do not 
read any further.







The following is a work of fiction. The characters are fictional and 
any resemblance to actual persons is coincidental.

The author grants permission to duplicate and distribute this story so 
long as the distributor charges no fees, does not alter the story in 
any way, and includes this notice with all copies. Permission is also 
granted to include this story in any archives, so long as the above 
conditions are met.




Lawyers in Love (2/3)
by A. Van Peebles

Copyright 1995 by the Author


	Becky avoided Kate as much as she could for the rest of the week. 
She could not bring herself to face the woman of her fantasy. Kate, 
busy as she was, did not notice the avoidance, but she did notice that 
Becky was disturbed about something.

	At lunch with the other two associates, one of the men mentioned 
that Becky was upset about something and asked what it was.

	"Boyfriend troubles," answered the other man.

	"We can only hope," said the first. It was an article of faith 
between the two that Becky would sleep with at least one of them if not 
for her boyfriend. The remark made Kate angry. She did not enjoy 
male-bashing and had nothing against men; she just did not want to 
sleep with any of them. Remarks like this, however, just fulfilled the 
stereotype of the man with a one-track mind.

	It was not until later that she realized the true reason for her 
anger was that she had had the same thought.

* * *

	That Friday, Becky invited Peter over. She intended to sleep with 
him. She had to prove to herself that she was not a lesbian, and 
expressing her desire for Peter would be a good way to prove it.

	Peter arrived. She kissed him hello, but he seemed nervous, 
agitated. He refused to sit down at first. Finally, they sat on the 
couch together, he took her hand in his and said the fateful words:

	"We have to talk."

	He wanted to remain friends, but their relationship was stagnant. 
He apologized. Clich
her into sex, but he had needs. It was better if they just called it 
quits.

	Becky was stunned. She could not come on to him now; it would 
seem like an obvious attempt to keep him, and Peter would turn her 
down. He was really a nice guy, she knew that throwing herself at him 
would be futile. What really disturbed her though, was that she was not 
upset about losing Peter. She was upset about losing something that 
protected her from the world, or herself.

	Peter left. She picked up the bottle of wine she had bought for 
the evening and threw it into the fireplace, where it shattered against 
the bricks. She tried to call some friends, but they had gone out for 
the evening. She toyed with the idea of calling Kate, even going so far 
as to fetch the home phone list the firm published, but fear stopped 
her. She was afraid that she would be unable to control herself, and 
that Kate would be disgusted with the knowledge that her coworker was a 
dyke. The only thing left was to get drunk.

	Unfortunately, she had no liquor in the apartment. She had just 
smashed the only bottle. With no alternative, she headed out the door 
and down the street, toward the liquor store.

	The bell above the door rang as she opened the door to the liqour 
store. She managed a smile at the owner behind the counter who was 
ringing up another customer. It took her a moment to realize that the 
other customer was Kate.

* * *

	Kate smiled and said "Hi," but then she realized that something 
was wrong with Becky. She had been crying and was visibly quite upset 
about something.

	Kate pulled the younger woman away from the cash register and the 
owner and asked her what was wrong.

	"Peter and I just broke up."

	"Oh, poor thing." Kate hugged her. "If you need someone to talk 
about it with, I'm here."

	"Thanks, but I just plan to get drunk."

	"That's not good. You shouldn't get drunk alone. The best thing 
would be to go out and get drunk in a public place. I know some good 
clubs, you would be with people, but no one would notice that you were 
upset."

	"No, thanks. I just could not face people tonight."

	"What about just one person? A shoulder to cry on? We could go to 
my place, or yours, and get quietly drunk."

	A warning bell went off in Becky's brain. This was what she 
feared and desired above all else, being alone with Kate. She was 
afraid that she wouldn't be able to control herself. She should refuse 
the offer.

	"I'd like that, but I wouldn't want to ruin your Friday night," 
Becky found herself saying.

	"Oh, it's no bother. I was just going to spend the evening 
watching TV."

	Kate had no ulterior motives in offering her shoulder for Becky 
to cry on; she was just trying to be a friend. The fact that Becky was 
a highly desirable woman did not even cross her conscious mind. In 
accepting Kate's offer, Becky was aware of the desires she had for the 
older woman, but wanted her company not because of them, but because 
she truly did not want to be alone.

	Becky bought another bottle of wine and the two women left the 
store, heading for Becky's apartment which was closer.

* * *

	Once at her apartment, Becky offered Kate dinner. She had planned 
an intimate dinner for two with Peter, and if it was not eaten it would 
only go to waste. While Becky finished preparing the meal, Kate cleaned 
up the glass and spilled wine in the fireplace. They ate in the 
kitchen, Becky had set the table with candles for her dinner with Peter 
and Kate asked Becky for matches to light them. The younger woman 
tensed at the thought of a candlelight dinner with Kate, but the older 
woman obviously had no ulterior motives in lighting the candles.

	Over the flickering glow of the candles, Becky unloaded on Kate. 
She told how she was finally ready to have sex with Peter, when he 
broke up with her. She was confused sexually. She avoided any mention 
of her fears of being a lesbian or her desires for Kate. All the while 
she was slugging back the wine; it made it easier to talk. After 
dinner, they left the dishes on the table and went into the living room 
and continued the conversation on the couch.

	For her part, Kate mostly listened, making understanding comments 
where appropriate. She was aware that Becky was holding something back, 
but it did not matter. It was not her place to pry into Becky's private 
life. She was careful with the wine, though. With Becky drinking so 
much, it would be unwise to get drunk, too.

	The alcohol finally got the better of Becky and she started 
sobbing. Kate opened her arms and Becky leaned on the other woman, 
crying into her breasts.

	Becky's crying eventually gave way to gentle snuffling and that 
to gentle breathing. She felt safe and warm in Kate's arms. The older 
woman was gently rubbing her back, and Becky could feel the softness of 
Kate's breast against her hard shoulder. This felt right and good. She 
turned her head and looked into Kate's eyes. They were soft and warm 
and a small smile played across Kate's face. Becky raised her head and 
slowly brought her mouth towards Kate's.

	When Becky started crying, Kate did not know what to do except 
hug the younger woman. Kate, never one comfortable with emotional 
scenes, was just glad that words were unnecessary. She just rubbed the 
younger woman's back and literally took on the role of a shoulder to 
cry on. Gradually, Becky's crying ceased, replaced by steady breathing. 
Kate thought she had fallen asleep when the younger woman turned her 
head and looked at her. Becky's blue eyes were soft and bleary from the 
crying and the wine. Kate smiled.

	Becky's kiss took her by surprise. Not knowing what to do, she 
returned it. She felt Becky's hand on the back of her neck pulling the 
two of them closer. The kissing grew more insistent. When Kate felt 
Becky's tongue try and find its way between her lips, she knew it had 
gone far enough. The younger woman was far too drunk for this. Kate 
broke the embrace. When Becky tried to reinitiate it, Kate took the 
younger woman's head between her hands and gently kissed her on the 
forehead.

	Kate looked at her friend. Becky was clearly confused, but also 
on the verge of passing out. Kate somehow managed to get Becky to stand 
and led her into the bedroom. Becky collapsed on the bed. Kate took off 
the other woman's shoes and drew the bedclothes over her.

* * *

	When Becky woke it was still dark outside. She needed to pee. She 
stumbled to the bathroom. Halfway there, the headache kicked in. By the 
time she reached the toilet she was nauseous as well. Her stomach made 
a few feeble attempts to expel its contents, but nothing came up. Becky 
swallowed a few aspirin, swearing that she would never get drunk again. 
She sat down on the toilet, relieved her bladder, and tried to remember 
what had happened the night before.

	Clearly, she had embarrassed herself in front of Kate; she 
remembered the crying. She was still wearing her clothes from the night 
before, so she had passed out without undressing. She had also had this 
disturbing dream, at least she hoped it was a dream, of her and Kate 
kissing. Getting drunk had not changed anything, she still desired the 
other woman.

	Becky headed back to the bedroom, intending to go back to bed and 
sleep off the hangover. She stopped short when she saw that Kate was 
lying on the other side of the bed. She was facing away from Becky, and 
the covers over her were rising and falling slowly and steadily. She 
was asleep. Becky nearly panicked, then realized that she was being 
silly. She had passed out, and Kate, who had probably drank a lot 
too-although Becky could not really remember-had simply crashed in her 
bed as well.

	Becky undressed down to her underwear and slipped under the 
covers, trying not to disturb her friend, but as she did so Kate 
turned, and still asleep snuggled up to Becky. The younger woman, gave 
in to her own desire and tentatively returned the embrace. Kate sighed 
in her sleep and murmured the name "Jeannie." 

	Becky stiffened. While she had not accepted her desires for Kate, 
she had grown accustomed to them, but she had never imagined that Kate 
might be capable of returning the affection of another woman. It was a 
dangerous idea. If Kate was a lesbian, that would make it more likely 
that a physical relationship would develop. That was something Becky 
was not sure she was ready for. It was comforting though, the chance 
that the desire might be mutual. It made her feel less alone.

	Becky snuggled closer and closed her eyes. She heard Kate sigh 
contentedly in her sleep as Becky drifted off.

End of the second of three parts.


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