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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
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better idea who my audience is.  Thanks and enjoy
the story.

              The Road Not Taken
	       Part One	
                  by Ann Douglas

	Jennifer Sutherland stared out the kitchen
window as she took another sip of her morning
coffee.  Mentally, she made a note to call the lawn
service to trim the grass out by the back fence. 
The paper was calling for rain this afternoon but
looking at the clear morning sky she thought they
were wrong once again.
	"I guess she's not coming this morning." 
the 38 year old brunette said to herself as she
placed her now empty coffee cup down on the
table.
	"She" was Sally Yee, the 25 year old
emergency room nurse who had rented the
basement apartment for the last few months. 
Jennifer and Sally usually had coffee every Friday 
but this morning she'd found a note saying she'd
been called into work late last night and might not
be able to make it.  Still, Jennifer had come to
enjoy their weekly chats so much that she had
hoped Sally could still make it.
	Rinsing out the cup in the sink, Jennifer
remembered that at first she'd been reluctant to
rent out the tiny basement apartment.  They'd
converted the small room into living space when
they'd first bought the house fifteen years ago so
that her widowed mother could live with them. 
She had passed away six years ago and her oldest
son Chris had inherited the apartment.  Then Chris
went away to college a year and a half ago and his
brother Bill took it over.  
	Eight months ago, right after his 18th
birthday, Bill had enlisted in the Navy, deciding
that it was a good way to spend a few years while
he decided what he wanted to do with his life. It
wasn't a bad decision but it had left Jennifer with
an empty house.
	It had been both a new and  very strange
feeling to the mother of two.  A little over 20
years ago, Jennifer had gone right from her
father's house to her husbands.  It wasn't how she
planned it though.  Originally there had been plans
for college, maybe a career.  And if she was totally
honest with herself, she wasn't 100% certain that
her future plans involved Jack Sutherland.  But
what was that phrase from the song, "Life is what
happens when you're busy making other plans."
	"Oh it happened all right."  Jennifer said to
herself as she stepped out onto the kitchen porch. 
"Did it ever."
	Her thoughts drifted back to the night
some six weeks after the senior prom when she
became all too aware of two of life's harsh
realities.  The first was the fine print on the side of
a box of condoms,  (not that she ever read it)
which stated that while effective, any form of birth
control was only 99% or so.  The other truth was
the fact that yes, you can lose your virginity and
get pregnant at the same time.   
	It could've been worse.  She and Jack had
already graduated High School and he had already
gone to work at his father's hardware store.  Two
decades later, Jack Sutherland had taken over
from his father and owned four hardware stores in
four different towns.     
	If only their personal life had been so
successful.  At 18 they'd been very much in love,
but as they grew older, it became very apparent
that they had matured in opposite directions.  Jack
had immersed himself in the business and Jennifer
in her sons.  The only problem was that while Jack
still had the business, looking forward to the day
when Chris got his degree and followed in his
footsteps, Jennifer now had a big void in her life.
	A void that was becoming filled more and
more with the what-ifs of her life.  What if she'd
gone to college?  What if she'd been married to
someone other than Jack?  What if she simply led
an adventurous life, leaving behind a trail of
lovers.  It wasn't too late to pick up the loose
threads of her life and start anew, but she found
that she lacked the spark to rekindle her fires.
	
	"Morning Jennifer."  called out a soft quiet
voice as its owner walked up the driveway.
	"Hi Sally!"  Jennifer called out, her mood
improving immediately.
	"Sorry I couldn't make it this morning." 
Sally said as she climbed the steps up to the porch
"But I didn't finish my shift until 2 A.M. and
decided to crash on one of the couches in the
lounge rather than drive home tired."
	"That was a good idea."  Jennifer agreed. 
"Can you sit for a while or are you on your way
out the door again?"
	"Well I was going to run a few errands,
but I guess they can wait."  the black haired
woman said as she dropped into one of the large 
cushioned wicker chairs that filled the porch.
	"Great."  Jennifer said with a smile as she
settled into her own chair.
	
	Sally Yee was a few inches taller than
Jennifer's 5'6" with a round pleasant face that
made her seem even younger than her 25 years. 
Long straight black hair was tied up into the bun
she wore while working.  Hair that stretched
down to her waist when undone.  Sally had a slim
but well developed build.  A tight waist and taut
stomach supported small round breasts that were
firm enough not to need additional support.  At
least Jennifer had never noticed Sally wear a bra,
even when she only sported a T-shirt.   
	Jennifer, on the other hand, had full bodied
breasts which had developed early and caused her
to have to start wearing a bra long before most of
the girls in her class.  They had almost been too
large for her to make the cheerleader squad in
high school. 
	 Mrs. Johnston, the faculty advisor, had
felt that Jennifer stood out too much from the
other less endowed girls and caused too much of a
distraction when she wore the short and tight
cheerleader outfits.  It took a petition of over a
hundred signatures, almost all belonging to boys,
to make the principal overrule Mrs. Johnston. 
The petition said it was a matter of upholding
Jennifer's rights, but no one really believed it was
anything other then a lot of horny young men's
desire to see Jenn doing splits in the red and white
cheerleader's uniform.   
	
	"So how was your night?"  Jennifer asked,
always interested in the interesting life Sally led.
	As the young Asian woman told the tale of
the injuries to some police and firemen battling a
four-alarm over by the edge of town, Jennifer
thought about how much she liked having Sally
around.
	Despite the difference in their age and
backgrounds, the two women had found enough
in common to become friends.  Jennifer had been
amazed to discover that Sally had gotten married
even younger than she had.  At 17, her family had
pressured her into marriage with an older man. 
The union had lasted less than 2 years and Sally
had found herself divorced at 19.
	Her family, being very old world, had
never forgiven her for what they perceived as an
insult to their family honor.  Sally hadn't told her
exactly why she'd left her husband but it was
obvious from the way she talked about their brief
marriage that she had never loved him from the
start.  In Jennifer's case, at least she could say that
at least in the early years, her case had been
different.
	So at 19, disowned by her family, Sally
had stopped using the name her family had given
her, Yee Sau-ling, and had gone back to school
for her nursing degree.  Totally immersing herself
in her goal, she had crammed a normal course of
study into less than 3 years.   
	Currently, she worked at Metropolitan
Hospital only a few blocks away.  She had been
overjoyed to find an apartment so close that she
could walk back and forth to work.
	
	As Sally finished her story, Jennifer
remembered something she wanted to ask her
younger friend.
	"We're having a barbecue Sunday night." 
Jennifer said.  "I was wondering if you could
come?"
	"Well, I'll have to check my schedule." 
Sally replied. "I'm on call this weekend."
	"I hope you can."  Jennifer said.  "Jack's
cousin Michael is coming over and I really think
you'd like him.  He's a paramedic so you should
have something in common already."
	Sally didn't immediately respond but the
look on her face told Jennifer that she wasn't
exactly excited by the prospect of meeting
Jennifer's relative.
	"Jenn..I...."  she began.
	"No, you don't have to say it."  Jennifer
cut her off.  "I guess I should have asked you
first."
	"Well....it might've been a good idea." 
Sally replied.
	"It never occurred to me that you might
not be interested."  Jenn continued.  "I should've
considered the idea that you might not want to
date non-Asian men.  I mean the fact that I've
never even heard you mention one should've been
a clue."


	Sally seemed to be considering something
for a few moments as her eyes took on a far-away
stare.  It lasted only a few brief seconds but when
her attention returned it was clear that she had
something to say.
	"Jenn, I need to tell you something."  she
began.  "I really wasn't planning on bringing this
up but I once made myself a promise not to lie to
myself or other people for that matter."
	"I'm all ears."  Jennifer laughed.
	"It's not that I don't date non-Asian men."
Sally said in a calm, even tone. "I don't date men,
period."
	"Sally, I know you had a bad marriage." 
Jennifer quickly replied.  "But that's no reason to
shut yourself out from relationships.  I'm sure that
there are plenty of men that....."
	"You don't understand."  Sally cut her off. 
"I don't have relationships with men.  Jennifer, I'm
a lesbian."
	For the first time since she'd met Sally,
Jennifer was speechless.   
	"I really hadn't planned on telling you
that."  Sally went on.  "But I think if I didn't, you'd
be going out of your way to match me up with
every unmarried Chinese man in town."
	"I never would've guessed."  Jennifer
finally said. "I mean, I don't know what to say. 
Are you sure?"
	"Yes, I'm sure."  Sally grinned.  "This isn't
something that I just decided you know.  I've
known it since I was 13 years old.  It soon became
obvious to my parents as well. That’s why they
were so quick to marry me off.  I lived a lie every
night for two years until I couldn't do it anymore. 
That's when I promised myself that I'd never lie to
myself again - whatever the cost.  I don't wear a
sign around my neck, but I don't try to hide it
either."
	"I can't imagine having that much
courage."  Jennifer said, a touch of admiration in
her voice.  "To walk away from everything in your
life and start over."      
	"It wasn't easy."  Sally admitted.  "But
every new life begins with a single step, eventually
the steps become easier as you build on your life a
little at a time."
	
	A silent pause hung in the air.  It took
Jennifer a long minute to understand what Sally
had told her.
	"I hope this won't make a difference in our
friendship."  Sally said, breaking the silence.
	"A difference?"  Jennifer repeated.
	"Well, some women have a hard time
dealing with lesbianism." Sally went on.  "They
tend to ignore every other thing about you and
just assign some stereotype image."
	"What kind of image?"  Jennifer asked,
genuinely curious.
	"Well that you spend your days trying to
seduce lonely housewives away from their
husbands."  Sally explained.  "Or when you're not
doing that, you're trying to recruit your daughters
into some secret society."
	"Well are you?"  Jenn asked in mock
seriousness.
	"When I was a lot younger, I wished there
was some kind of secret society."  Sally said. 
"Somewhere I could go to talk to someone.  You
have no idea what it's like to grow up a lesbian
teen, and a Chinese lesbian teen on top of that. 
Imagine having your own parents look down on
you as some kind of abomination."
	
	Jennifer thought for a moment of her own
parents reaction when she had told them she was
pregnant.  Her father had been angry enough that
night to call her a slut.  But in the end they had
calmed down and there had been socially
acceptable solutions to her predicament.  Marriage
that early in her life might not be ideal, but at least
Jack had a future with his father's company and it
would give the baby a name.  In fact, since both
her mother and mother-in-law were quick to
spread the story that Chris was premature, few
people knew she had walked down the aisle
pregnant.

	"No, I can't imagine what it must've been
like."  Jennifer responded.  "But you don't have to
worry about our friendship.  This isn't going to
affect it."
	"Are you sure?"  Sally asked again.
	"I'm positive."  Jennifer repeated.  "I don't
believe in judging someone based on who they
share their bed with.  After all, look who sleeps on
the other side of my bed."  she laughingly added.
	"I've always thought Mr. Sutherland was a
nice guy."  Sally noted.
	"Oh he is, I'm only kidding."  Jennifer
replied.  "But while we're on the subject, I don't
think this is the kind of thing you should mention
to him.  I hope you're okay with that because I'm
really not sure what kind of reaction he would
have."
	"It's okay."  Sally agreed. "As hard as the
subject is for some women to come to grips with,
it's even harder for an even greater number of
men."
	"Good."  Jennifer said, letting out a deep
breath.
	"I'd really better get started on those
errands."  Sally noted as she looked at her watch
and began to rise from her seat.
	"Please try and come to the barbecue." 
Sally said.  "I'm sure you'll have a good time
anyway."  
	"I'll try."  Sally said as she stepped off the
porch and waved good-bye.


	Sally did come to the barbecue and she
had a great time.  In fact everyone had a lot of
fun. One thing bothered Jennifer though. When
the two women were changing into their swim
suit, she suddenly felt very self conscious being
nude next to Sally.  It wasn't that Sally did
anything different.  In fact, she barely glanced in
the older woman's direction.  Jennifer just couldn't
get the thought out of her mind that exposing
herself to Sally was just like letting any of the men
outside see her naked.  
	It was a stupid idea of course, she thought. 
After all, she was over ten years older than Sally
and while she looked good for her age, she
definitely didn't have the same body she had back
in high school.
	That night, long after all the guests had
gone home, Jennifer found herself standing nude
in front of the bathroom mirror and taking stock
of herself.  Her hair was still the rich brown color
it had been since she was a child, no sign of even a
single gray strand.  A few lines showed in her
face, but there were a lot less than many of her
contemporaries.  She could chalk that one up to
good genes, both her mother and grandmother
had aged gracefully as they liked to say.
	The large 36C bust that had been so
popular back in high school had suffered some of
the effects of age and gravity, but serious
attention to her physical well-being over the years
had helped reduce the negatives there as well. 
Her small pink nipples were still immediately
noticeable, popping to attention as the cool
evening air hit them.  Absentmindedly, Jennifer
ran her middle fingers over each of them.
	From the brief glance she had taken before
she felt a little foolish, Jennifer remembered that
Sally had small very dark brown nipples.  She idly
wondered if the younger woman's nubs were as
sensitive.
	Jennifer's stomach showed she should get
back to the gym, a long lazy summer had let a few
pounds collect there.  It wasn't obvious as the
bulge that was wrapped around Jack's belly, but
even a few too many pounds on a woman stood
out.
	Her hand slid down to the hairy bush
between her legs and gently stroked the center of
it.  Once upon a time she used to trim her hair
regularly, but it had been so long since Jack had
noticed she no longer went  to  the trouble.  Oh,
they still had sex now and then, but it had been
reduced to the occasional wham, bam and thank
you ma'am.  Long gone were the days when they
went at it all night, and if they boys were away,
into the next day as well.



	The next week passed quickly for Jennifer
and she only saw Sally for a few minutes on
Friday.  Even so, the young Asian woman was
never far from her thoughts.  She just couldn’t get
the idea that she was a lesbian out of her mind. 
What was it like she kept asking herself, making
love to another woman?  What would it be like to
even just kiss one?  Of course she’d kissed other
women over the years, relatives, girlfriends and
such, but they were always safe sexless kisses. 
How different would it be if backed by passion?
	One quiet afternoon, she actually dug out
one of those old porno tapes that Jack kept in the
basement and watched it.  It had been over ten
years since she’d watched one of them with him
and she tossed aside boxes until she found the one
she remembered.  She fast forwarded past all the
male and female scenes until she got to images of
girl on girl sex.  She must’ve watched that five
minute segment a half dozen times.  By the last
time she watched it the young Chinese woman in
the film had metamorphosed into Sally’s twin.  It
was quickly becoming an obsession.


	Saturday was the busiest day of the week
and Jennifer thought it would never end.  About
ten o’clock, she crawled into bed and fell asleep. 
About midnight, she woke out of a listless
slumber.  Something was nagging at the back of
her mind.  Then it hit her, she’d forgotten to set
the washing machine after she'd put in that last
load.  Normally she would run it overnight to take
advantage of the lower electrical rates.  She knew
that it would keep her awake the rest of the night
if she didn’t go down and run it now.  It was a
silly thing really, but that was the kind of person
she was.
	Slipping out of bed as quietly as she could,
Jennifer was careful not to wake Jack.  Listening
to his heavy breathing for a moment, she doubted
that he would’ve woke if she jumped up and down
on the floor.
	Down the back stairs she went, carefully
opening the door to the laundry room.  It took
less than a minute to set the machine and she was
about to start back up the stairs when she heard a
soft bang from the front of the basement.  The
bang repeated itself a moment later, this time loud
enough for Jennifer to identify it as coming from
Sally's basement apartment. 
	Not sure what to make of the noise,
Jennifer stepped back from the stairs and tip toed
instead into the small storage room that was
situated between the laundry room and the
basement apartment.  Once inside the tiny room,
Jennifer could hear voices from Sally's apartment. 
Curiosity overwhelmed her and she pressed her
ear against the wall to hear more.
	
	It was hard to make out exactly what was
being said through the sheetrock, but it was very
obvious that  Sally had company in her room.
Based on her recent revelations, it didn't take a
second for Jennifer to realize that it was another
woman. 
	"They're making love."  Jennifer said to
herself as she pressed harder against the wall in
order to hear more.  "This is exciting."  she added
as she realized that her heart was beating at a
much quicker pace.  
	Jennifer regretted Jack having done such a
good job with the wall insulation as she could only
hear parts of what was going on just a  few feet
away.  One thing that she had been able to make
out was that the other woman's name was Amber.
	"God, I wish I could see what was going
on."  Jennifer thought as she squeezed her breasts
through her nightgown.  "I can't remember the last
time I was this excited."
	Then it came to her in a sudden memory.
A few years back, her youngest had drilled a hole
in the wall in order to spy on his older brother.
She had found it by accident one day and really
thought it was rather silly.  That was until she had
looked through it one afternoon when she had
come home unexpectedly and saw Chris standing
naked in the center of the room.  It came as quite
a shock to her.  Her oldest son had grown into a
handsome 6 footer with blue/green eyes and short
blonde hair.  
	His nakedness wasn't as startling as the
fact that his girlfriend, Joyce, was on her knees in
front of him, equally naked -- her mouth wrapped
around his cock.  Intellectually, Jennifer knew she
should've immediately turned away from the
image but the eroticism of it held her at the
peephole.  
	Joyce was a pretty enough girl, but rather
skinny Jennifer had always thought.  She had small
breasts, no more than a B-cup, which always
made her wonder why Chris dated her. In the past
all of his girlfriends had been rather well endowed.
As she watched her son's hardness slide back and
forth between her lips, she no longer had to
wonder why.
	Never having double-dated back in high
school, Jennifer had never actually seen another
woman give head.  From what she could see now,
Joyce was a first class cocksucker.  In a way, she
envied her.  Back in high school Jennifer had
always found the idea of actually taking a guys
cock in her mouth a little repulsive. But then
again, there was a popular saying among many of
the girls -- "No one ever got pregnant giving
head."  How many times over the years had she
wished she'd followed that advice.
	She watched fascinated as Chris's young
manhood exploded into the 17 year old girl's
mouth, sending droplets of shiny white cum
dripping down her chin.  Joyce continued to run
her tongue up and down his now milky coated
cock, wiping it clean.  
	The entire spectacle had only lasted a few
minutes but the memory had lasted years.  She had
spackled over the hole the very next day, both to
preserve her son's privacy and to remove her own
temptation.      
	
	"The hole was right about here."  Jennifer
said to herself as she ran her finger across the wall
in the dark.
	A smile filled her face as she discovered to
her delight that she lacked her husband's home
repair skills.  Most of the spackle had dried into a
fine powder, the rest was easily chipped away
with her nails. A few moments later she had fully
exposed the small hole.
	In hindsight, the image of herself, a  full
grown woman, sitting in the dark and spying on
her tenant might seem ludicrous.  But such was
the fire that spread from between her legs that she
never gave the idea of how embarrassing it would
look if caught a moment's thought.
	Thankfully, Sally appeared to be one of
those people who liked to make love with the
lights on and it was very easy to see into the
brightly lit room.  In fact, the spyhole was situated
almost exactly across from the Asian woman's
bed, giving Jennifer a perfect view.
	
	And  what a view it was.  Facing Jennifer
was a young woman in her late 20's with short
blond hair and green eyes.  As she was on all
fours, it was hard to guess her height but Jennifer
thought she was about as tall as she was. The
young woman was wearing the remains of a green
teddy.
	Kneeling behind her, Sally was dressed in a
very attractive and sexy white nightgown. Her
breasts were fully exposed, giving Jennifer the
clear view of her dark nipples she had been denied
during their party last week.  Sally had her hands
wrapped around Amber's large breasts, playing
with them as she pressed her pelvis against the
woman beneath her again and again.
	Between Sally's legs, almost hidden from
view was something Jennifer had never seen
before -- not even in Jack's porno films.  Of
course she knew what a strap-on dildo was even
without having seen one.  It was all but buried in
Amber's pussy as Sally pushed and pulled it in and
out.
	
	"Oh baby, do it!  Do it to me good!"
Jennifer heard Amber cry out as she arched her
head back.  The sound now carried a lot better
though the tiny hole.  "Fill my pussy with your
cock!"
	In response, Sally drove forward with a
powerful thrust, at the same time pulling Amber's
face to her own, pressing their lips together.
	"Oh yessss!"  Amber purred.
	
	This was too much for Jennifer.  She
slipped her hand down into her own panties and
found her mound so very wet.  Never taking her
eyes off the two women in front of her, she began
to play with her clit. 
	 Ever since she was a teenager, Jennifer
has masturbated almost daily.  She remembered all
the silly names people called it.  Flicking the
switch, beating the bush and caressing the kitty
were her favorites.  Yet in all those years, she
couldn't remember her finger dancing to have been
this pleasurable.   
	Faster and faster Jennifer moved her
fingers, keeping time with the thrusts of Sally's
dildo.  In her imagination she could put herself in
Amber's place,  enjoying the hardness of the
artificial cock. 
	Normally, Jennifer liked to close her eyes
and drift in the pleasures of masturbation, but not
this time. The spectacle before her was just too
exciting. 
	 Sliding her free hand beneath the soft
material of her nightgown,  Jennifer took each
breast in hand and rubbed them vigorously.  The
motion of her fingers felt good to her and always
added to the rising tide between her legs.  Playing
her nimble fingers over her nipples, she quickly
brought them to a full hardness. 
	She ran her tongue across her lips as she
pressed her face against the wall, her eye never
wavering from her vantage point.  Her entire body
felt warm as she pushed two fingers up within
herself, imagining them to be Sally's strap-on. It'd
been months since she'd been this worked up.  
	Faster and faster she worked her fingers,
matching her penetrations with the gasps of
Amber's breaths.  The older woman was no longer
worried about making any noise -- not that the
two lovers would've heard her if she screamed.
	
	"Oh God, I'm going to cum!"  Amber
called out as Sally once more planted her toy
between her slender legs.  "It feels so good."
	"No, not yet!"  Sally called out as she
grabbed the base of her "cock" and pulled it out of
the blonde's pussy.  "Not yet!"
	
	As fast as she could, Sally rolled Amber
over and replaced her "cock" with her mouth. 
She drove her tongue up inside her lover, covering
it with the sweet juices her efforts had brought
forth. Her long slender fingers pressed against
Amber's ass as she pulled her crotch tight against
her face.  
	It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally
a long loving caress.  She could feel Amber's body
react to each stroke as she ran her tongue across
her clit over and over.   
	Amber began to buckle and spasm as Sally
increased the intensity of her tongue's attack.  She
slid her free hand down between her own legs and
slid first one, then two and finally three fingers
within herself. She quickly matched the tempo of
her fingers to that of her tongue.
	Sweat ran down the blonde's body as she
shook with each new ecstatic jolt.  She could feel
the rising crest within her and knew that her
orgasm was oh so very near.
	Sally darted her tongue in and out of
Amber's tunnel of love, causing the waves of
pleasure cascading up and down the younger girl's
body to double. The harder Sally moved her
tongue, the faster the waves repeated.
Faster and faster the waves washed over
Amber, each bringing her closer to an explosion.
Tears ran down her cheeks as she tried to delay
the fire within her so that she could enjoy each
second.
With a yell,  Amber climaxed loud
enough that it caused Jennifer to momentarily
jump back from her spyhole.  Amber's small
body shook for endless seconds as she took in
every aspect of her rapture. Sally followed with 
her own orgasm seconds later as her fingers
covered her wetness. A much softer cry was on
her lips. 



-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Priorities ....

	A hundred years from now....
	  	 It won't matter how much money I had....
			What kind of house I lived in ....
				Or what kind of car I drove...	

	What will matter is that the world might be a better place...
		Because I was important in the life of a child. 	

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