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		Awakenings
		   Part Two
		by Ann Douglas


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	Dinner with Eric turned out to be one more
uninspiring night at Clancey's Bar and Grill. Kathryn had
suggested many times that they go into Manhattan for a
night and try some of the night life there, but Eric always
hedged on the idea.  He kept saying he didn't like those
kinds of people.
	Kathryn and Eric Foster had been dating for the last
year and a half.  Among their friends, it was taken almost as
a given that they'd get engaged one day soon. It was not an
opinion Kathryn shared. Eric was usually fun to be with, but
deep down she couldn't picture the two of them together ten
years down the line.   
          Also in the opinion of most of her girlfriends Eric was
a great catch. With that much she couldn't argue. He stood
6'2" and had a built that had made him an all-star football
player in high school. Curly dark brown hair, including a
beard and mustache, framed a handsome face.  The oldest of
three sons, he was already a partner in his father's plumbing
supply warehouse.
          They had met at a party just before her college
graduation and it had been love, or at least lust, at first
sight.  Unfortunately, the fires that had burned so brightly at
21 had already begun to cool at 23. The reason was both
simple and common for many couples their age.  Eric, like
many of his friends, had reached his peak intellectually and
emotionally when he graduated high school.  Kathryn in
contrast had continued to grow. She was always looking to
expand her view of the world.  Eric's view rarely extended
beyond the limited confines of the old neighborhood, and he
liked it that way.

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          "Oh yeah, baby," Eric panted as he took a breath and
pushed his cock between Kathryn's legs once more time.
Kathryn hadn't really been in the mood to have Eric sleep
over, but he’d been on his best behavior after they left the
restaurant that she couldn't bear to say no.  
	She realized now that it had been a really big
mistake.  Her mind was definitely elsewhere.  All Eric was
doing was masturbating with her body taking the place of
his hand.  She was relieved when she felt him shudder and
climax.
          "If he runs true to form, he'll be asleep in five
minutes."  Kathryn thought as he rolled off of her.
          To her surprise, Eric climbed off the bed and reached
for his pants.  He was getting dressed.
          "Sorry babe," he said as he put his shirt on.  "I
promised the guys I'd play softball in the morning and Billy
would rather pick me up at my house than here.  It's a lot
closer to the field."
          On another night, Kathryn might've felt insulted. 
This time she felt relieved.
          "It's okay," she replied.  "I have to get up real early
tomorrow anyway." she lied.
          He leaned over and kissed her goodbye, making a
playful grab at her rounded breast while he was at it.
          "Get!"  Kathryn laughed.  "And good luck in the
game."    

	Laying in the darkness of the small apartment over
her parent's garage, Kathryn found that sleep wasn't about
to come easily.  Whatever the drawbacks in her and Eric's
relationship, the sex had usually been great.  Unfortunately,
that hadn't been the case tonight.
	Try as she could, she couldn't help thinking about
Yolanda.  Was what Angela said about her true?  If so, how
did she really feel about it?  She wished there was someone
she could talk to about it, but she was sure there was no one
she knew who would ever understand.  
	Even her mother and father, who were ever so
understanding about the nights Eric slept over, would fall
back on old preconceived notions concerning a lesbian
friend. Finally, about quarter to four in the morning, sleep
finally came.

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 	It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast when
Kathryn finally opened her eyes.  She had been asleep for
almost eight hours.  She was, she immediately realized,
soaked to the skin with perspiration, especially her pussy. 
She had a vague recollection of having erotic dreams, but
couldn't for the life of her remember what they had been
about - or more importantly, whom they had been about.  

	"Good morning," Virginia Gray said as she walked
into her daughter's apartment carrying a small pile of
laundry.  "I thought you were going to sleep the day away."
	"Morning, Mom."  Kathryn said as she reached for
the pair of panties she had left on the floor.  "It's been a
busy week, I guess it all caught up with me."
	Virginia Gray was only 19 years older than her
daughter and had a much closer relationship with her own
children than she'd had with her own mother.  The entire sex
talk with her mother, which had occurred on her sixteenth
birthday in 1972,  had consisted of the simple phrase "Nice
girls don't."  By the time it came for her to have a little chat
with her own child, Virginia had learned that nice girls did -
and with an abandon and variety that Grandmother Willis
would've found most shocking.    
	Somewhat reluctantly, her husband had agreed that
if Eric and Kathryn were going to do it, and of course they
were.  It might as well be in the garage apartment that
they'd originally built for Grandmother Willis rather than off
in some fleabag motel.  Or in the back seat of a car, which
was where the future Mr. and Mrs. Gray had consummated
their relationship.  Besides, both of them had noted, Eric
was definitely son-in-law material.    

	"I happened to glance out the window when I got up
during the night and noticed that Eric's car was gone." 
Virginia said, ignoring her daughter's nudity.  "The two of
you didn't have another fight - did you?"
	"No Mother," she answered as she grabbed a towel
from the pile that had just been put on her bed.  "He's
playing ball this morning and didn't want to spend the
night."
	"Oh that's good.  I do hate it when the two of you
fight."  Virginia said as she picked up the remains of her
daughter's discarded clothes.  "Are the two of you going out
again tonight?"
	It had become obvious some time ago that Eric's
best ally in trying to convince Kathryn that they should
make their relationship something more was her mother. 
There wasn't anything that could make Virginia Gray
happier that to see an engagement and later wedding ring on
her daughter's hand.
	"Actually I'm going to a play in the city tonight with
one of the girls at work," Kathryn said as she reached in and
turned on the water in the small closet sized shower that her
father had built.  "Yolanda Ortega, you've heard me mention
her before."
	"Oh yes, that girl you like to talk about books with." 
Virginia said, her opinion of what she viewed as a wasted
Saturday night evident in her voice. "Are you sure you
wouldn't rather go out with Eric instead."
	"Mother, its not like we’re engaged or anything." 
Kathryn said as she waited for the water to heat up.  "He
still goes out with his friends and I go out with mine."
	An unusual look flashed across Virginia's face, one
that Kathryn rarely saw.  It was a look of indecision,
something her mother rarely suffered from.      
	"I know that look, Mom,"  Kathryn said. "What is
it?"
	"Well it's probably nothing."  she said.
	"But…."  Kathryn added.
	"Well, I just think that perhaps you should spend a
little more time with Eric, that's all.  "She said. "Make sure
he knows that you care about him"
	"I would think he knows that."  Kathryn said as she
motioned in the direction of the unmade bed. 
	"Be that as it may,"  Virginia continued.  "I think
you should spend more time with him.  In fact, I don't think
it would be a bad idea if you went over to the ball field and
surprised him.  The two of you could go to lunch."
	"There's something you're still not telling me,
Mother." Kathryn said impatiently. 
	"All right,"  Virginia broke down.  "Mary Wilson
over in the diner told me that Eric was over there yesterday
having lunch with Tracy McDonald and they seemed pretty
cozy. You remember Tracy McDonald, don't you?"
	Of course Kathryn remembered Tracy McDonald. 
Back in high school it was a toss up as to whether Tracy or
Angela was going to earn the title of class slut.   
	"Tracy works for her father's construction company
now and they do a lot of business with Eric's company." 
Kathryn said. "It might've been a business lunch."
	"According to Mary,"  Virginia said. "The only
business going on in that booth was monkey business.  She
practically had her big breasts in his face the whole time."
	"Well if that's what Eric's looking for, there's not
much I can do about it, is there?"  Kathryn said as she
looked down at her own 34-inch bust.  "It's not like I'm
going to run out and get implants."  
	"I wish you'd take this more seriously."  Virginia
said insistently.
	"Mother, you take this whole Eric thing much more
seriously then I ever did."  Kathryn said, knowing that was
exactly the last thing her mother wanted to hear.  "If he
decides to find more bountiful pastures, I'm not about to
chase after him.  Now if you'll excuse me, I really need to
start getting cleaned up."
	Surprisingly, Virginia didn't labor the point but
simply gathered up the last of the dirty clothes and walked
out of the apartment. Kathryn shrugged her shoulders and
stepped into the now hot shower.     


	 Kathryn closed her eyes as the warm water splashed
over her body.  She though a little about what her mother
has said, about the idea that Eric might be looking for a new
girlfriend.  Surprisingly, the idea didn’t bother her as much
as she thought it should have. The relationship with him had
gone as far as it was ever going to go.  Regardless of her
parents disappointment, maybe it was time to move on with
her life.  True she would miss the great sex, which was the
best part of being with Eric.  But there would be other
lovers, of that she was sure.  
	“Let him have Tracy and her balloon boobs,”  she
said out loud as she rubbed her own breasts.  “Maybe I’ll
get lucky and my next lover will have more than just one
head that I’m interested in.”
	As she laughed aloud, the red tressed girl suddenly
realized two things.  First, in her mind, she had just ended
her relationship with Eric.  Already she was thinking of it as
something that was over.  All that was left was to tell him. 
She hoped he had indeed fucked that airhead, it would make
it all the more easier to break up.  But either way, last night
was the last time he was ever going to share her bed.
	The second realization was even more surprising. 
As she ran a soapy washcloth between her legs and across
her lightly haired pussy, Kathryn discovered she was still
quite aroused.  Maybe it was the thought of Eric screwing
Tracy, or some glimpse of that forgotten dream from last
night.  What ever the reason, she found her fingers playing
with her body.
	Kathryn again stroked her breasts, bringing her pert nipples
to a familiar hardness.  As always, her own touch felt so good. 
Soapy hands glided down across her slim stomach, finding their
way to the light red bush below.  She continued down between her
legs and then around to the cheeks of her ass, leaving a soaping
trail of bubbles in her wake.  
	Kathryn let out a soft sigh as her fingers rubbed against her
mound.  Running her other hand across her firm mounds once
again, giving them a playful squeeze, the lithe woman couldn’t
believe how horny she felt, less than half a day after she’d been
fucked.
	With a practiced skill that started when she’d first
masturbated at 13, Kathryn parted her vaginal lips, quickly finding
the small stubby clit hidden within.  Closing her eyes as she leaned
back again the tiled wall, she pressed a slippery finger against it.
	"Oh yes."  she purred as a familiar tingle spread out from
her cunt. "That feels so nice."
	She slid a finger up within herself, followed by a second
and a third.  It was a poor substitute for a hard cock, but it would
have to do.  
	It wasn't long before she was furiously pumping her fingers
in and out, sparking the tiny flame between her legs into a roaring
conflagration.
	The warm water had turned to hot, filling the tiny room
with steam.  The heat of which paled next to that which radiated
across her quaking body as her fingers caressed her love canal in
an orgasmic frenzy.  
	Water running down her face, her lips formed a silent O. 
Kathryn felt her legs and arms go weak as repeated waves of
delight rippled up and down her naked form. 
	Long silent moments, broken only by the splatter of the
shower drops, passed as the redhead rested against the now warm
tile.  The water washing away the traces of her climax.  
	“Oh that felt good.”  Kathryn said as she filled her hands
with water and splashed it across her face.  


	As she stepped naked back into the one room
apartment, Kathryn was greeted by a blast of cold air from
the air conditioner.  Her mother must’ve turned in on before
she left.  The weathermen were calling for another hot
August day, so she decided to dress accordingly.  Shorts
and a T-shirt were her norm in weather like this, especially
if she had to brave the subway into the city. But Kathryn
didn’t think they’d be quite appropriate for the theater. 
	Thinking about how she should dress for her dinner
with Yolanda, Kathryn again considered what Angela had
said about her friend.  
	“You know,”  she said to the now empty room as
she tossed a few outfits on the bed.  Sometimes I can really
be an ass.  The odds are that Angela, as usual, got all her
facts wrong. And even if she got them right, what difference
does it make?  Its not like I’m going to be sleeping with
her.”
	Three outfit changes later, Kathryn finally settled on
a comfortable floral print sundress.  She stepped in front of
the large mirror in back of her door and checked her final
appearance.  She reached into the dress and adjusted her bra
straps, then smiled in satisfaction.
	“Now I can only hope for both a bus and subway car
where the air conditioning works.”  Kathryn thought as she
packed her small purse.  “Otherwise I’m going to be soaked
by the time I get to Manhattan.”


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	Ten minutes and four blocks later, Kathryn was
beginning to think that even the A/C wasn’t going to help
by the time she finally reached the bus stop.  It had to
already be over 90 degrees.  She didn’t realize she was
about to be rescued. 

	“Hey sexy lady, where’re you going?” called out the
light haired young man in the delivery truck that had pulled
up alongside the walking woman.
	At first, Kathryn ignored the comment, chalking it
up at first as belonging to one of the mindless idiots that
filled the neighborhood.  Then when he called out a second
time, she recognized the voice.
	“Hey, I was only kidding,” Steven Parker said as he
pulled over to the curb.  “You don’t have to ignore me like
that.”
	“Oh hi, Steve,”  Kathryn said with a smile. “ I didn’t
recognize you at first.”
	Steve Parker was 19 and lived down the block from
Kathryn.  He was best friends with her younger brother,
Kevin.
	“Seriously, where are you off to?”  he asked. “It’s
way to hot to be walking today.”
	“Actually I’m just headed to the bus stop,”  she
replied.  “I’m going into the city to see a show with a
friend.”
	“Well I guess this if your lucky afternoon.”  Steve
smiled.  
	“Why is that?”  Kathryn asked.
	“Because the boxes in back are going to my Uncle
Bill’s storehouse over in New Jersey.  So I’m going to be
going right through the city.”  he explained. “And wouldn’t
you rather ride in a nice air conditioned van than take your
chances with mass transit?”
	“Oh I couldn’t,”  Kathryn said.  
	“Of course you could.”  Steve answered.
	“Well, I guess you could just drop me off in the city
and I could take the downtown bus from there.” she
relented.
	“Don’t be ridicules,”  Steve said as he stepped out
of the van and opened the door on the other side for her. 
“I’ll drop you off right in front of where ever you’re going.”
	“That will take you too far out of your way.” 
Kathryn said as she climbed into the van.
	“Don’t worry about it,”  Steve said as he climbed
back into the driver’s side. “My Uncle’s not waiting for this
stuff, they gave me the keys.  I have all day.  Besides, this is
a chance to pay you back for all the help you gave me with
Geometry back in school.  If it wasn’t for you,  I’d have
never passed the course.”
	Actually, Kathryn was tutoring her brother and
Steve just sat in on the lessons, but who was she to look a
gift horse in the mouth.  She smiled at the younger man and
accepted his offer.  	 


	As they headed over the 59th street bridge into the
city, Kathryn thought to herself what a really good looking
young man Steve had grown into to.  It was a pity that he
was so much younger than she was or she might be
interested in going out with him.  But if she was putting
Eric out of her life because he was too immature at
twenty-three, what was she going to do with someone even
younger.  The way she’d been feeling all day, she found
herself imagining what Steven might be like in bed.  Would
he be a good lover?  From what she could see, he had a
great body.
	  That dangerous train of thought brought another
memory back to Kathryn as she watched the city streets
pass by.  Three years back, when he was a junior in high
school, Steve had been involved in somewhat of a scandal. 
Actually an alleged scandal, she corrected herself, because it
was swept under the rug in such a way that the school board
denied anything had ever happened.
	It had involved Diane Toland, one of the school’s
history teachers.  On the high side of thirty five, Diane was
one of those female teachers with a body that delighted and
excited teenage boys.  And it was obvious she was pleased
with the attention they showed her.  Kathryn had never been
in one of her classes but she had heard about them.  Ms.
Toland was known for wearing blouses that showed off her
ample cleavage as well as skirts which showed the curves of
her ass quite well.  Kevin swore to her once that he’d been
sitting behind her when she bent over to pick up a piece of
chalk and that she hadn’t had anything on under her skirt. 
At the time, Kathryn had laughed at her brother’s claim.  
	Anyway, it seems that there was a rumor that was
circulating about Steve around the school that year.  The
result of some comments made by an unknown member of
his gym class.  Namely that Steve had a cock that belonged
on a horse, one which was bigger limp than most guys hard. 
Kathryn only heard about this much later as she had already
graduated by that time.
	  It was just one of those stories.  Until the day, it
was claimed, that Cindy Pisano walked into the audio visual
supply room and found Ms. Toland in a state of partial
undress, trying her hardest to take Steve’s horse cock into
her mouth.  The rumor spread like wildfire around the
school, but no one seemed to be willing to confirm or deny
the tale.  School ended quickly after that, less than a week
later, and Ms. Toland didn’t return the following year.  No
one seemed to ever want to talk about the story, but Steve
didn’t lack for female company that summer, his senior year,
or any time since.

	“Well here we are.”  Steve announced as he pulled
out of traffic and up to the curb.  “We didn’t make bad
time.”
	Kathryn looked up at the street sign to confirm they
were on the right street.  She had been lost in her daydream
and hadn’t even noticed the last few miles. Despite the air
conditioning, her skin felt warm.
	“Thank you, Steve,”  she said as she leaned across
and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  “You are a dear.”  she
smiled.
	As she opened the door and climbed down, Steve
called her name.
	“Kathryn,”  he ginned.  “You really do look hot! I
envy the guy.”    
	“I told you, I’m meeting a girlfriend from work.” she
insisted.
	“Yeah, right!”  Steve laughed as he put it in gear and
headed back out into traffic. 



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