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Awakenings
Part Three
by Ann Douglas
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Checking her watch, Kathryn saw that she was a half
hour early. She checked the address Yolanda had given her
and saw that it was right down the block. A minute later
she was standing in front of a small sign in English and
Chinese that simply said Madame Cheng’s.
Standing outside the basement entrance of the
simple brick building, the restaurant seemed very
nondescript. In was only after she stepped inside that
Kathryn suddenly felt like she’d been transformed to
another time and place. Decorated like Shanghai in the
1930’s, the place certainly had atmosphere.
“Table for one, Miss?” a quite attractive Chinese
woman, whom Kathryn judged to be in her mid-forties,
asked as she stepped out from behind a small counter.
“Oh, I’m supposed to meet a friend here,” Kathryn
replied as she wondered if her guess about the woman’s age
was right. It was so difficult to tell with many Asian
women. They looked almost the same for so long. “I guess
I’m a little early.”
“Did she make a reservation?” the woman, who was
dressed in a traditional mandarin dress asked as she checked
the small clipboard in her hand. “What is the name?”
“I’m not sure if she did,” Kathryn replied. “Her
name is Yolanda Ortega.”
The Chinese woman looked up from the clipboard
and smiled. She called out to another woman, similarly
attired, who was also behind the counter. Kathryn had no
idea what she said, the rapid fire speech was in Chinese, but
it did bring the other woman quickly out from behind the
counter. She did however recognize the name Yolanda in
the exchange.
“Please follow me, Miss.” said the second woman,
whose age was as difficult to guess as the first. “Your table
is right this way.”
Kathryn followed the woman though the restaurant
to a row of booths in the back. As far away from the noise
of the kitchen and front desk as you could get, Kathryn had
the impression that they were the best tables in the place.
She was seated at the last one in the row.
“Would you like something while you wait?” the
woman asked.
“I guess a diet coke.” Kathryn replied.
“I’ll have it brought right out,” the older woman
smiled. “If there’s anything else just ask your waitress.
Enjoy your meal, and welcome to Madame Cheng’s.”
A minute later, a young girl whose age was much
easier to guess as early twenties appeared with her soft
drink. She smiled and told Kathryn she’d be back as soon
as her dinner guest arrived. It was then Kathryn noticed
something different about this restaurant from other Chinese
restaurants she’d been to. There were all waitresses, no
waiters. It seemed a little odd and out of place.
Kathryn didn’t have too much time to wonder about
it because only a few minutes later she looked up to see
Yolanda walking across the restaurant toward her. The
South American woman’s hair, which Kathryn had only
seen pinned up, was now down and tied into a long pony
tail. She had on blue skirt and a yellow short sleeve blouse.
It was both stylish and comfortable.
“I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” Yolanda
said as she reached the table. “I was running a little behind
this afternoon.”
“I just got here myself.” Kathryn smiled as Yolanda
sat down opposite her in the booth.
“That’s a beautiful dress.” Yolanda said as she
made herself comfortable.
“Thanks.” was Kathryn’s reply.
No sooner had Yolanda sat down, when the same
waitress was standing by the table, her order pad in hand.
“Do you mind if I order for both of us?” Yolanda
asked as she smiled at the waitress. “I’ve been here so
many times I really know what are the best things on the
menu.”
“Go right ahead.” Kathryn agreed.
Then to her amazement, Yolanda ordered the meal
in what Kathryn knew had to be Chinese because the
waitress smiled back at her and quickly rushed off.
“How did you ever learn how to do that?” Kathryn
asked. “I barely made it through high school Spanish.”
“When I was in college, I had a close friend who
was from Taiwan.” Yolanda quickly explained. “You’d be
amazed at how much of a foreign language you can learn if
you’re properly motivated.”
“I guess so.” Kathryn agreed.
The waitress, who’s name Yolanda later told her
was Mei-ha, reappeared a few moments later with an ice tea
for Yolanda. Another girl came up and whispered
something in Mei-ha’s ear which caused her to quickly
excuse herself.
It was the appearance of the second waitress that
made Kathryn note that there was something else different
about the restaurant only having waitresses. Both girls were
rather amply endowed for Asian women. It had been her
experience, both in school and later at work, that most of
the Asian women she’d met had been of a somewhat smaller
stature. Looking at two other waitress’s in view, she noted
that they too were rather busty as well.
“So how was your day so far.” Yolanda said as she
took a sip of her tea.”
“Okay I guess,” Kathryn answered.
“You seem like something’s wrong.” Yolanda
asked perceptively.
“Well its nothing I want to bother you with.”
Kathryn said.
“Honey, that’s what friends are for.” came
Yolanda’s reply.
Taking a deep breath, Kathryn told Yolanda about
her decision to break it off with Eric. It felt good to let it all
out.
“I’ve seen it happen before.” Yolanda said in
sympathy. “I think most people don’t realize how many
changes people go through in their early twenties -- when
you make the jump from teenager to adult. Some people
make it very quickly, some not at all. That’s why so many
young marriages fail.”
“I can’t imagine who’s going to be more upset,”
Kathryn said as their food arrived. “Eric or my parents.”
“You can’t live your life for them,” Yolanda said.
“My parents had certain plans for my life as well. They
didn’t exactly turn out as they expected. The important
thing is that you be happy with your life.”
“I guess you’re right.” Kathryn agreed as she filled
her plate with samples of everything Yolanda had ordered.
Dinner turned out to be as fabulous as Yolanda had
promised. Kathryn had no idea what some of the dishes
were, but they were incredible. She’d never had food like
this before.
“Is everything all right here.” said the woman who
came up to the table.
Kathryn looked up and saw it was the older woman
who had first directed her to the table.
“Everything’s great as usual, Sau-ling.’’ Yolanda
said in English for Kathryn’s benefit. ‘Thank you.”
“We do try to take care of our special customers.”
Sau-ling said before excusing herself.
“Was that Madame Cheng?” Kathryn asked.
“Well sort of” Yolanda said. “She and the woman
you met at the front door are both Madame Cheng.”
“Are they sisters or something like that.” Kathryn
asked curiously.
“More in the category of ‘something like that’, I
guess.” Yolanda said. “Actually they’re just friends who
both happen to have the last name Cheng. It’s kind of like
the Chinese version of Smith.”
“Oh, but what did she mean, her special
customers?” Kathryn asked out of curiosity.
“Just that I’m a steady customer that’s all.”
Yolanda replied. “I bring a lot a business clients here that’s
all.”
“And is that what this is?” Kathryn asked jokingly.
“A little business dinner.”
“Darling, dinner with a friend like you is always a
pleasure -- never business.” Yolanda said in reply.
They covered a few more topics as they ate, until the
subject of Yolanda’s impending departure from the firm
came up.
“So do you think you’re going to miss Moore and
Ryan when you go?”
“A few weeks ago I might’ve said yes.” Yolanda
answered. “For the first time I was beginning to envy not
working a steady job. But then everything seemed to
change almost overnight. People started to go cold on me,
like I did something. I can’t for the life of me imagine what
I could’ve done.”
Kathryn’s conversation with Angela yesterday came
right back to her. She debated for a few moments if she
should mention it. Then decided that her friend had a right
to know.
“Actually,” she began hesitantly, “I don’t think it
was something you did, but something you didn’t do.”
Yolanda looked a little confused at the statement.
“You turned down John Rosselli when he asked you
out.” Kathryn added.
“I got the impression that happens almost on a
weekly basis.’’ Yolanda said. “His getting turned down, I
mean. Why should it matter that I did?”
“Oh it does, I mean he does,” Kathryn said. “It was
the reason you turned him down, or at least the reason he
told people you did.”
“Oh that....” Yolanda said understandingly. “I
guess it was a pretty stupid thing to say. But sometimes I
get so tired of being hit on.”
“I’m so glad to hear you say that,” Kathryn beamed.
“Right away people took it to be true and ....”
“Hold on a second,” Yolanda interrupted Kathryn
in mid-sentence. “I said it was a stupid thing to say. I never
said it wasn’t true.”
For a few seconds, Kathryn was speechless.
“Is that a problem for you too?” Yolanda asked.
“Cause I’d really hate to loose your friendship as well.”
“No, its not a problem.” Kathryn quickly replied. “I
guess it just took me off guard. I was so sure that Angie
had gotten it all wrong.”
“That would be the same Angie who’s screwing the
vice-president of production.” Yolanda asked.
“You know about that?” Kathryn asked.
“Honey, I don’t think there’s anyone at that place
who doesn’t know it.” Yolanda smiled.
“I guess I look pretty stupid right now.” Kathryn
said.
“Not at all,” Yolanda replied. “I’m just glad you
were friend enough to have told me.”
Then another look passed across Kathryn’s face, one
which Yolanda couldn’t help but notice.
“You have something else to say. Go on, lets get it
all out in the open.” the older woman said.
“Are we on a date?” Kathryn asked softly.
Yolanda had to laugh, loud enough for patrons at
some of the closest tables to hear.
“I’m sorry, Kathryn, I couldn’t help it.” she said as
she tried to bring her laughter under control.
It took her another minute to accomplish that.
“Are we on a date?” Yolanda repeated. “I guess
that would depend on your definition of a date. If you call
two friends going out to dinner and a show a date, then I
guess we are.”
She could tell that Kathryn wasn’t totally satisfied
with that answer.
“I do have straight friends, you know.” Yolanda
went on. “And a good number of them are women. I’m not
out there trying to seduce them all. I’m sure you have male
friends. Do you think every guy you know wants to get
into your pants?”
To that, Kathryn raised her eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe that’s a bad analogy.” Yolanda
quipped. “But lets be totally honest here, because I think
that’s the way friends should be.”
“I think so too.” Kathryn agreed.
“I like you, I really do.” Yolanda began. “You’re
good company, you’re quite intelligent, and also to be
pretty honest -- quite cute.”
Kathryn smiled.
“If you were going to ask me if I was sexually
attracted to you, I honestly would have to say yes.”
Yolanda went on. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to
make a pass at you. And do you know why?”
“No.” was Kathryn’s simple response.
“Because in all the time we’ve spent together,
you’ve never once given me cause to think you might be
interested.” Yolanda said. “And I value the friendship
we’ve developed too much to screw it up by making a pass
at you.”
“I guess that does make sense.” Kathryn agreed.
“So are we okay here?” Yolanda asked.
“Yeah, we’re okay.” Kathryn smiled.
“Good, because these theater tickets were too hard
for me to come by for them to go to waste.” Yolanda
grinned. “We’re done here, unless you’d like some dessert?”
“None for me.” Kathryn said. ‘I’m full.”
“Then lets get going, the theater is only about six
blocks from here so we might as well walk.” Yolanda said
as she took out her wallet and drop a few bills on top of the
bill Mei-ha had left a few minutes before.
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If anything, the few reviews Kathryn had read for
Adrianne and Edmond had understated how good the play
was. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a
good time. She was laughing so hard it had actually begun
to hurt, and she was glad for the intermission. Thankfully
she was one of the first in line for the restroom because that
was another side effect of all that laughter.
Yolanda excused herself during the brief break to
make a few phone calls. Sitting alone in her seat, Kathryn
thought it was good thing she hadn’t asked Eric to come to
this play. Much of the humor was sexual in nature and of a
sort that would’ve been way over his head. His idea of a
good sex joke usually began with ‘there were these two
whores....’.
As Yolanda sat back in her seat, Kathryn gave her a
brief smile and told her how much she was enjoying the
play. Yolanda returned the smile and said she was too.
“Damn, this would be all so much easier if Yolanda
was a guy.” Kathryn thought as the second act started.
The idea that she didn’t have to be a guy flashed
though her mind a moment later.
“Careful Katie girl,” she told herself. “That thought
threads on very dangerous ground.”
What she hadn’t mentioned to Yolanda was
something she never told to another living soul. When she
was a freshman in college, she’d had an oh so very brief
flirtation with another girl.
It was nothing really, a girl she’d met at a party.
They’d been a lot to drink there, or so Kathryn told herself
afterwards. It started out innocently enough, after all they
weren’t the only girls dancing together. It was only later
when Sally, she never did get the girl’s last name, walked
her home that things got more than a little out of control.
They were just around the corner from the dorms
when Sally pulled Kathryn into one of the alcoves. Before
she knew what was happening, Sally’s body was pressed
against her own and she felt soft, unfamiliar lips caressing
her.
Kathryn could still remember the warm feeling she
felt when Sally’s hands slid under her blouse, unclipping the
front clasp of her bra with an ease that any boy on campus
would’ve envied. Skilled fingers caressed her mounds, with
a touch softer than any that had been there before.
Any thought of protesting at what was happening
vanished when Sally’s lips transferred their attention from
Kathryn’s mouth to her nipples. It was heaven on earth, or
the closest thing to it she had ever been.
Kathryn felt her skirt being pushed up, and her
panties moved aside, but it was only when she felt a soft
wetness brush against her clit did she really understand what
was happening.
By the time Sally was done, Kathryn’s clothes was
totally disheveled and had anyone seen her in that condition
she no doubt would’ve been greatly embarrassed. But the
memory the coed carried in secret to this day wasn’t that of
embarrassment, but that of her first orgasm at the tongue of
another woman.
“Now that’s something I really haven’t thought
about in a very long time.” Kathryn said to herself as the
sudden influx of memory brought both a flush to her breasts
and a tingling between her legs. “I guess I wanted to block
out how good it really felt.”
The second act of the play was even better than the
first, but even if the actors playing Adrianne and Edmond
were going at it naked on center stage, Kathryn would’ve
been totally oblivious to it. Instead her attention was totally
concentrated on the contours of the woman next to her.
The bright emerald green of her eyes, the rich redness of her
lips, and the velvet soft olive skin that surrounded it all.
Her gaze slid downward, across Yolanda’s neck and
past the swell of her breasts. Even in the faint light of the
theater, Kathryn was close enough to make out the silver
dollar size rings around her nipples. She couldn’t help but
compare them to the smallness of her own.
Finally down to the folds of Yolanda’s denim skirt,
and the priceless pearl that she knew was concealed beneath
the blue material. Kathryn’s neck arched just the slightest
bit forward, so that she could follow the path down the
Brazilian woman’s long legs, coming to a stop at the gold
ankle bracelet on her left leg.
Kathryn took a long, deep breath, one that seemed
to last an eternity. So many things she’d be feeling the last
twenty four hours now made perfect sense to her. All the
steel doors she’d hidden feelings behind had been flung wide
open.
“I can’t believe I’m going to do this.” Kathryn said
to herself as she shifted in her seat, moving a symbolic few
inches closer to Yolanda. “But if I don’t, I’ll forever wish I
had.
Kathryn reached out with her right hand and gently
placed it on top of Yolanda’s. Gently, she stroked her
fingers, then let them intermix. The warmth of her action
filled her, generating a smile that spoke volumes across her
face.
Tightening her own hand against Kathryn’s, Yolanda
returned a smile of equal intensity. No words had to be
spoken between them, the meaning of the simple gesture
was clear to both.
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