The Girl Next Door
        by Ann Douglas

Sally Ross tossed in her bed, unable to sleep despite the comfortable
breeze from her open window. The nineteen-year-old sat up in bed, looking at
the clock on the night table. It was half past one in the morning.

"Wonderful," she said to herself in sleepless frustration, "only six more
hours and I can get up and start a new day."

Home again less than a day, the short haired redhead had to admit to
herself that coming come for Spring Break hadn't been the best idea she'd had
recently. It wasn't that she didn't get along with her family or anything like
that. The problem was that no one seemed to realize that she wasn't the same
girl who went away to the State University half a year before. In her parent's
eyes, she might as well still be in junior high, much less college.

"They probably still think I'm a virgin too," Sally laughed silently as
she got up to answer nature's call, recalling that virgin wasn't a term that could
be applied to her since junior year of high school.

Reaching the bathroom she shared with her younger brother, Harry,
Sally flipped the light switch as she stepped inside. The overhead head bulb
flashed bright for a brief moment, then went dark as the filament burned out.

"Figures," Sally said under her breath as she debated for a moment
replacing the bulb.

Like most of the second floor windows, the one over the bathtub had
been left open on the warm night. The moonlight coming in through it was
enough for the young woman to find her way. After all, it wasn't like she
needed to see what she was doing at this point in her life. Replacing the bulb
could wait until the morning.

Quickly taking care of business, Sally was about to press down on the
handle on the side of the toilet when she glanced out the window and noticed
a light on in the house next door. Only a narrow driveway separated the two
houses. Unlike her parent's home, the one next door was a two-family rental.

The second floor, Sally knew, was occupied by Phyllis Wallace.
Thirty-four years old, the curly-haired brunette had, until last year, lived there
with her husband and ten-year old son. Her son, Billy, still shared the small
apartment, but her husband, Glen, had been asked to leave just before the
New Year. The teenager remembered her mother mentioning at dinner the
other night that Phyllis was in the middle of divorce proceedings.

The lighted window was that of the older woman's bedroom. Sally had
baby-sat for the Wallace's many times while in high school and was quite
familiar with the layout of their apartment.

Thinking about the Wallace's bedroom brought another memory to
Sally's mind. One from early last summer that her brother had shared with
her. A story that caused the coed to smile as she remembered it.

It had been a night much hotter than this one, with Harry standing
pretty much where Sally was now. The sixteen year old had come in late from
a night with his friends and wanted to take a quick shower to wash the sweat
off his body before going to bed. As he turned off the water, he looked out the
window and saw the Wallace's light on. Never having looked out the window
at that time of night before, it came as a surprise to the young man that he
could look right into the bedroom across the driveway. Or more specifically,
into their marriage bed.

Despite the two-year difference in their ages, Harry and Sally had
always been the best of friends. They shared confidences that few brothers
and sisters would dream of exchanging. Harry passed along to Sally what
guys were saying about her, and big sister did the same for him. More
importantly, at least from her younger brother's perspective, Sally was only too
glad to clue him in on what girls were willing to do what on a date. A little
piece of inside information that made his social life a lot more fun.

So it didn't seem all that odd to Sally that Harry would want to share
his late night discovery, telling her how he had watched Mr. and Mrs. Wallace
go at it for over a half hour. What he'd left out, Sally had been sure, was that
he probably had more need of a shower after that than before.

Letting her curiosity get the best of her, and at the same time feeling a
little silly, Sally climbed into the tub and tried to look across the driveway. It
wasn't as easy as Harry had said, the windows didn't exactly line up for a clear
view, but with a little doing it was possible. The odds that Phyllis had some
man over for the evening, and that they were doing the nasty seemed pretty
long, but then again the nineteen-year-old teenager had nothing better to do.

"Oh my God!" Sally gasped as she braced herself on the side of the
tub, totally surprised by what she saw across the way.

Sally had been right when she thought the odds that Phyllis Wallace
had a man over for some late night fun were long indeed. Not as long,
however, as the odds of coming across the soon-to-be divorcee cavorting in
the buff in another woman. Yet, less than two dozen feet away, there was
Phyllis with another woman's blond head buried between her legs.

"Who'd have thunk it?" Sally said to herself, using one of her favorite
silly phrases.

One secret that Sally hadn't shared with her brother, or anyone else for
that matter, was that twice before, she herself had been in the position that she
now watched Phyllis in. The first time had been at one of the numerous
graduation parties at the end of high school. She and Carol Johnson had
gotten both a little drunk and a little carried away. By the time morning and
sobriety appeared, the two had become quite familiar with the more intimate
aspects of each other's bodies.

Her second experience hadn't required any considerable amount of
alcohol to fuel her desire for a fellow freshman that she'd met at a welcoming
mixer. While not having much of a relationship out of bed, she and Donna
Clancy had nevertheless returned to that bed a number of times over the last
few months.

"That's got to feel really nice," Sally thought as she watched Phyllis
react to the attention the other woman was paying to her.

Without thinking about what she was doing, Sally released one hand
from one the shower rods she had been using to keep her balance and dropped
it down between her legs and under the light nightshirt she was wearing. The
teenager rarely wore underwear at night and her fingers quickly found her now
excited clit.

Even as she stroked herself to a higher level of excitement, Sally kept
her eyes on the action across the way. She could imagine the pleasure that
Phyllis was feeling from the still hidden woman's tongue, comparing it to that
she was bringing herself with her fingers.

It didn't take long for Sally to bring herself to a small but enjoyable
climax. One that mirrored, based on the facial expression she could see, the
one she was sure Phyllis had just enjoyed as well.

Basking in the afterglow of her small orgasm, Sally continued to watch
with interest as the two women began to move apart. They shifted position on
the bed and for the first time, the younger woman could see the blonde's face.

The surprise of her identity was almost a bigger shock than seeing the
two of them in the first place. It was enough to cause Sally to lose her
carefully maintained balance.

"Holy shit!" Sally cried out loudly as she grabbed another of the
shower bars and managed to prevent an ignoble landing. "That's Leslie
Cooper."

Leslie Ann Cooper was the wife of Thomas Cooper, who owned both
Delmonico's restaurant and the Double Diamond Pizzeria over on Main Street.
A pillar of the community, the thirty-eight-year old mother of three would be
the last person Sally would ever have imagined as being involved with another
woman.

Sally tried to get a better look at the woman but at that moment, the
light in the Wallace bedroom abruptly went out. For a long few seconds, the
younger woman was afraid that she had been caught spying. Leaving the
bathroom as quickly and quietly as she could, Sally practically ran back to her
bed.

The feeling that she'd been seen didn't pass entirely until ten minutes
later when she heard a car door in the driveway below her window open and
close. It was followed seconds later by the sound of a car starting up and
backing out into the street. Only then did the redhead feel safe.

Her breathing and heartbeat now back to normal, Sally closed her eyes
and relived what she had just seen. Despite her earlier restlessness, she soon
found herself fast asleep.

-=-=-

Eight hours later, Sally woke from what she had to say was one of the
most restful sleeps she'd had in a long time. Crawling from beneath the sheet
she'd pulled over herself during the night, Sally pulled off her nightshirt and
tossed in on the small pile that contained yesterday's dirty clothes. Rising to
her full five foot six height, she stretched her body to work out the stiffness of
a long sleep, examining her reflection in the mirror at the same time.

The girl in the mirror was pretty, there was no doubt of that. But there
had been times that she doubted that simple fact. All though her early teen
years, the redhead had been convinced that her breasts were much too small.
That belief had finally faded when she discovered that few of the boys she'd
been with, and neither of the girls, seemed to mind.

Stepping into the bathroom to take care of her morning toilette, Sally
thought back to the scene she had witnessed during the night. It seemed
almost like a dream and part of her wondered if it had been just that. A
thought she was quick to dismiss. Dreams, however realistic, had a certain
feel to them. What happened last night had been quite real.

Dressing quickly in black shorts and a white short sleeve shirt, Sally
headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. The rumble in her stomach
reminded her that she'd gotten home last night after dinner and had only had a
small snack before hitting the sheets.


"Morning Mom," Sally said as she walked into the room.

"Well, nice of you to join the world of the living," Lisa Ross said as
she looked up from her morning paper and coffee, her tone making it clear that
vacation or not, she expected her daughter to show up for breakfast the same
time as the rest of the family.

"I'm sorry, Mom, " Sally said as she helped herself to what was left of
the pancakes that were still sitting on the counter in a warming tray. "I guess I
was a little overtired."

Lisa had already turned her attention back to the morning news,
leaving Sally to eat in silence. The nineteen-year-old was already wondering
if there was any excuse she could use for cutting short her trip home and
heading back to campus.

"Where are Dad and Harry this morning?" Sally asked as she got
halfway through her meal.

"Harry and your Father left an hour ago to go over to Jack Taylor's
garage over in Castletown," Lisa said without looking up. "They're going to
work on that old car Jack's been restoring. They said they wouldn't be back
until late tonight. So I guess it'll just be you and I today. I want to leave
before noon before the traffic gets too bad."

"Traffic where?" Sally asked, totally in the dark as to what her mother
was talking about.

"Where I always go the last weekend of the month," the older woman
said as she looked up in annoyance, "to see your Aunt Janet. I told you last
night that I wanted you to come with me. Don't you remember?"

Sally definitely didn't remember. In fact, she probably hadn't even
heard her say it. Sally hadn't even been home an hour when her mother had
shifted into lecture mode and the college student had countered by going into
her own ignore mode. It was no wonder Harry and her Dad had taken off
while the getting was good. A visit with Aunt Janet was at the bottom of
anyone's list of fun ways to spend a Saturday afternoon.

If was obvious that Lisa was waiting for an answer to what Sally had
first thought to be a rhetorical question. A dozen excuses for not going with
her mother popped into the younger Reed's mind, none of which were likely to
improve her mother's mood. Thankfully, a sudden interruption left them all
unsaid.


"Knock, knock," a voice said from the side door that led to the
driveway as the door swung open. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

Both of the women at the table turned to look at the new arrival. At a
face familiar to both, if for different reasons.

"Oh hi, Phyllis," Lisa said as her face instantly shifted from
disapproval to her public happy face.

"I just wanted to bring back the Tupperware from that casserole you
sent over the other night," Phyllis said as she walked past the door frame, a
bright green bowl in her hand.

Taking the bowl from Phyllis, Lisa failed to notice that her daughter
hadn't said a word to their neighbor. She wasn't ignoring her, in fact far from
it. Sally couldn't keep her eyes off Phyllis.

Four years younger than Mrs. Ross, Phyllis stood an inch taller than
Sally and had the kind of figure the teenager had dreamed of when younger. A
bust twice the size of her own filled her field of vision, the centerpiece of
which were a set of large puffy nipples, visible even through the bra and
T-shirt Phyllis was wearing. Sally knew that the older woman's nipples tended
to show in a lot of the clothes she wore, but she had never paid that much
attention to that fact until now.

"Welcome home, Sally," Phyllis said with a smile, wondering why the
young woman, who was hardly a stranger to her, was staring at her.

"Well aren't you going to say hello?" Lisa said, offended by what she
took as her daughter's bad manners.

"I'm sorry, Phyllis," Sally said apologetically. "I was preoccupied for
a minute."

"That's okay, honey," Phyllis said with an even broader smile. "I
know how it is."

"I bet," Sally thought but didn't say.

"I was hoping that Harry might be able to help me with some work in
the apartment today," Phyllis said as she declined Lisa's offer of a cup of
coffee. "With Billy spending the week with his father, I finally have a chance
to really clean up that mess he laughingly calls a room. I just need a hand
moving some of the furniture."

"I'm afraid Harry went off with his father this morning," Lisa said in
reply to Phyllis's request. "Male bonding, that sort of thing."

"Oh, I see," Phyllis said. "Guess I'll just have to make do."

"Maybe he could help you tomorrow?" Lisa suggested.

"I'm afraid tomorrow's no good," Phyllis said, "I have to work the
dinner shift."

"I'd be happy to help," Sally interrupted.

"Excuse me?" Lisa said.

"I said I'd be happy to help," Sally repeated, thinking that even manual
labor was better than enduring Aunt Janet for the day. "I've seen the furniture
in Billy's room, I'm sure the two of us could handle it."

"I appreciate the offer, Sally," Phyllis said, "but didn't I hear your
mother saying as I came in that the two of you were going somewhere. Seeing
that you're only going to be home for the week, I couldn't ask you to give up
any time with your mother."

"I'm sure it would be okay with Mom," Sally said, not giving Lisa a
chance to say anything to the contrary. "After all, we've been neighbors like
forever -- almost family. And you can't turn your back on family, can you
Mom?"

"No, no you can't," Lisa reluctantly agreed, thinking silently however
that was exactly what her daughter was doing.

"So it's settled then," Sally quickly concluded. "Mom will go visit
Aunt Janet and I'll stay here and help you. Everybody comes up a winner."

"Are you sure it's okay, Lisa?" Phyllis asked before giving her own
assent.

"It's fine," Lisa said, unsure if her daughter had just put one over on
her or that she was genuinely going out of her way to help a friend.

"Wonderful," Phyllis said.

"I'll be over in a half hour," Sally replied, thinking that she wasn't
going to give her mother any chance to question her motives. Not when
chance had given her the perfect out of what she thought of as a trip to hell
and back.

Surprisingly, once Phyllis had left, Lisa made no attempt to bring the
subject back up. Instead, she decided that since she was the only one now
going to visit her sister, there was no reason not to leave right now. With that,
she picked up her purse and the bag of things she'd planned to bring and
walked out the door. It took all of Sally's will power not to burst out in
relief-filled laughter until after her mother's car pulled out of the driveway and
headed down the block.

-=-=-


"Phyllis?" Sally called out as she walked passed the apartment door
that the older woman had left open for her.

"I'm back in Billy's room," the brunette called out from the rear of the
apartment.

Walking through the hall that led to Billy's room, Sally paused at the
open door to Phyllis's bedroom. Looking in on the carefully made bed, she
could just picture the woman in the next room lying naked on top of it. Only
this time, it wasn't the blond from last night between her legs, it was Sally
herself.

"Better get to work and leave the fantasizing to later," she told herself
as she turned away.

As Sally had said earlier, the furniture in Billy's room was indeed light
enough for both she and Phyllis to handle, but not without a lot of hard work.
Helping to clean the room reminded the teenager just how much of a slob her
own brother was at Billy's age. Not that he was much neater now, seven years
later.

It took the better part of the morning and half the afternoon, but
between the two of them the job got done. What only hours before could
honestly have been described as a disaster area now looked like it could be
photographed for the department store catalog it had been originally bought
from. Of course how long it would stay that way after Billy Wallace came
home was anyone's guess.

"I think we're just about done," Phyllis announced, much to Sally's
relief.

"Great," the younger woman echoed.

"I really appreciate your help, Sally," Phyllis said as she ran her duster
across the headboard of her son's bed one last time. "This would've taken
forever if I had to move it all alone."

"Trust me, I'd rather do this for the whole week than spend an
afternoon at Aunt Janet's," Sally smiled.

"Seeing as I've met your Aunt Janet a few times, I tend to believe that,"
Phyllis laughed. "Still, that doesn't lessen my appreciation for your help."

"Could I trade some of that appreciation for a cold drink?" Sally
asked.

"Oh course, I should've thought of that myself," Phyllis said. "Why
don't you have a seat in the living room and I'll get it."

Sally had settled into the large comfortable recliner in the living room
that she usually sat in when she visited her neighbor. Over the years, as she
was growing up, she had developed a pretty good friendship with Phyllis.
Despite the difference in their ages. she found that she could talk to the older
woman on a number of subjects that she couldn't imagine asking her mother
about. Phyllis in turn had always given her honest answers to her questions,
giving her the benefit of her own life experiences.

"We have juice and soda if you want," Phyllis called out from the
kitchen, "or if you promise never to tell your mother I gave it to you, cold
beer."

"I'll take the beer," Sally answered.

"I figured that would be your choice," Phyllis smiled as she appeared
in the doorway a second later, a cold bottle in each hand. It was obvious she
had taken them out of the refrigerator before even asking the question. "I
know that technically, you're not of age yet, but my own college days weren't
that long ago that I don't remember what they were like. I'm sure you've
managed to have a drink or two now and then."

"Something like that," Sally laughed as she took the offered bottle and
took a long sip of the cold brew within. "Oh that tastes good," she said when
she finished.

"So tell me what college life is like," Phyllis said as she took a seat on
the adjacent couch and a long drink of her own beer.

"Well there's not much to tell," Sally replied, "the classes are pretty
good, although some of them are kind of hard and ..."

"Oh forget that stuff," Phyllis interrupted, "those things never change.
What about the fun things, the parties, the guys?"

"Well they're pretty nice too," Sally said, "and I guess that sometimes
I spend more time on some of those things than my classes."

"You just have to work out a balance between the two of them,"
Phyllis offered. "Going away to college and spending all your time studying
would be such a waste. College is a time of growing, of learning about a lot
more than what you find in books and trying new things."

"It certainly has been that," Sally said without offering any details,
then shifting the conversation before Phyllis could ask any. "You said you
have to work the dinner shift tomorrow. I didn't think Rose's was open on
Sunday."

"Oh that's right, I was still working at Rose's when you went away,"
the dark haired woman said. "I'm the hostess at Delmonico's now. The pay is
a lot better and so are the benefits."

"Delmonico's," Sally repeated in her mind. "Then that was Mrs.
Cooper I saw last night. Phyllis works for her. Talk about fringe benefits."

"Is something wrong?" Phyllis asked, seeing Sally's expression
suddenly change.

Sally didn't answer, at least not right away. A rush of thoughts flashed
through her mind. Thoughts that she earlier considered a fantasy but now took
quite seriously. That is if she had the nerve to act on them.

"Sally?" Phyllis repeated. "Are you all right?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking," she finally answered.

"Must've been some pretty deep thoughts for you to zone out like that,"
Phyllis laughed softly as she took another sip of her beer.

"I guess you could say that," Sally replied, her own smile hiding a
secret.

"So, anyone special back at school?" Phyllis asked.

"You might say that," the redhead said, "but not that I'm in love or
anything like that."

"A lover but not a Lover," the older woman clarified with a stronger
emphasis on the second use of the word .

"That's one way of putting it," Sally agreed.

"Well I don't think you should mention that to your mother," Phyllis
said as she finished her beer. "It's really not the kind of thing I think she'd
understand."

"No shit," Sally laughed as she downed the last of her own bottle. "In
her mind I'm probably still a virgin."

"Well that's the sort of thing mothers like to think, however unrealistic
the view might be."

"Anyone special in your life?" Sally asked as she put her bottle down
on the coffee table.

"Well, you know Glen and I are getting divorced."

"Yeah, Mom told me during one of her many check-up calls."

"Until that's settled, I really don't have any interest in looking for
another man," Phyllis said. "Too many of them hear that you're in the middle
of a divorce and figure that since you're not getting it from your husband
anymore that you're so horny that you'll do it with most anyone."

"Guys can be assholes," Sally offered in way of observation.

"See, you are learning life's truths away in college," Phyllis laughed as
she put her own bottle down next to Sally's.

"But still, you have someone in your life," Sally said.

"I don't understand," Phyllis replied.

Sally took an even longer pause than before. All she had to do was say
never mind and change the subject again. In a few minutes her strange
comment would be forgotten. The problem was, the nineteen year old didn't
want to just let it pass. She realized that she knew what she wanted to do from
the moment she had first looked at the bathroom window.


Phyllis's face turned pale as Sally blurted out what she had seen the
night before. Her mouth tried to form words but none seemed able to come
out.

"Omigod!" the older brunette finally managed to say in a breathless
voice as the implications of what had happened hit her.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone," Sally quickly said. "In
fact it's a lucky thing that I was the one who saw you and not Harry." she
added as she further explained how she knew that you could see into Phyllis's
bedroom from the Reed's second bathroom.

Phyllis quickly tossed aside the thought that Harry had seen her and
Glen going at it in better days. That despite some of the things they did
together. Whatever the younger Ross had seen, at least that had been under an
umbrella of marriage. If he had seen her with Leslie, it could've been
disastrous. Phyllis couldn't imagine any teenage boy keeping secret from his
friends that he'd seen his next-door neighbor in a lesbian tryst.

Thanking Providence for small favors, Phyllis wondered what she
would do about Sally. She wanted to believe that she meant it when she said
she wouldn't tell anyone, but how could she be sure.

"I bet you're wondering if you can trust me to keep your secret?" Sally
said to Phyllis's surprise.

Phyllis was surprised at her insight but then told herself that she
shouldn't be. After all, even back when Sally had baby-sat for Billy, she
always thought the teenager was quite smart.

"Well, one way for you to know that I'm going to keep your secret, is
for me to share one of mine with you." Sally said, leaving Phyllis wondering
what secret this girl, fifteen years younger than her, could have to share.

A few minutes later, Phyllis knew as she learned all about both Carol
Johnson and Donna Clancy. Donna, of course, she had no way of knowing.
But the brunette had met Carol, who worked over at Peterson's Dry Cleaning,
several times. The girl hadn't continued her education after high school but
still carried her reputation as a blowjob queen. There was speculation that
Carol, who came across as an airhead, used those very talents to get and then
keep that job. Why else, the gossip went, would Doug Peterson put up with
such an obvious incompetent.

Sally's description of her drunken encounter with Carol and her more
sober rendezvous with Donna caused Phyllis to think back to her own high
school and college years. By the time she had been Sally's age, she had
already had three lesbian encounters, dating back to her junior year of high
school.

During her marriage to Glen, she'd also had a few flings that could be
described as afternoon delights, but none had any bearing on their splitting up.
Still, if any of it were to come up in the divorce, things could go very bad for
her.

She'd already made one mistake in having Leslie come over last night,
rather than wait until the two of them could take a ride to one of the numerous
motels out by the Interstate. That had been their normal pattern ever since the
night they'd gotten drunk after a party one night and Leslie had made a move
on her. The co-owner of Delmonico's had been overjoyed to find the new
hostess receptive to her advances and soon arranged for her to go with her on
her monthly visits to the restaurant's out-of-town suppliers. Mr. Cooper had
always hated those little trips and was more than happy for her to take Phyllis
instead.

"Oh Sally, I do want to believe you ..." Phyllis started to say.

"... but you still have some doubt that I'll keep my mouth shut," Sally
finished her sentence for her.

Phyllis was ashamed to admit that was true but the look on her face
said it was.

"Then as I see it," Sally went on as she moved from the recliner to the
couch, "the only way to be totally sure is for me to have as much to lose as
you. That way I don't dare tell."

"What?" a confused Phyllis asked.

Sally's answer came in actions rather than words as Phyllis felt the
young woman's lips press against her own and a soft hand press against her
ample breasts.


Sally knew she had taken the older woman totally by surprise, and to
be honest it was a surprise she herself shared. Twenty-four hours ago she'd
never have imagined she'd put the moves on a woman almost old enough to be
her mother.

Now that she had taken that fateful step, she felt her heart racing with
the fear that maybe she had gone too far. It wasn't until a few beats later when
she felt Phyllis's lips parting to let her tongue pass between them that the
nineteen-year-old began to relax a little.

"Oh my," Phyllis said as their lips parted and they broke their
unexpected embrace.

"I hope you liked that," Sally said as she shifted her body to the edge
of the couch to put a little distance between their bodies.

"It's not really a matter of having liked or disliked it," the flustered
brunette said as she tried and failed to keep an impartial composure. It was
plainly obvious that she had enjoyed it. "This isn't something that I should be
doing with you. You're ..."

"I'm what?" Sally cut her off, bolstered by the thrill she'd gotten when
she kissed the other woman. "I'm an adult and quite capable of making my
own decisions. Yes you're older than me but aside from that, so what? If we
met in a bar or if I didn't live across the driveway, would we even be having
this discussion?"

"There's more to it than just that," Phyllis said. Yet, with the memory
of Sally's soft lips on her own still fresh, the older woman couldn't think of
what that might be.

"You don't find me attractive?" Sally asked.

"Of course you're attractive," Phyllis replied, "I've told you that dozens
of times."

"Then can you honestly tell me that you've never thought about
sleeping with me?" Sally asked, keeping Phyllis on the defensive. "I know
I've thought about sleeping with you."

Sally didn't mention, however, that the idea of sleeping with her friend
and neighbor was less than a day old. What was obvious, from the expression
on Phyllis's face, the idea of being with Sally had indeed occurred to her
before, if only in fantasy.

The two women had to be on the save wavelength because that was
exactly what filled Phyllis's mind. Yes, she had indeed fantasized about the
girl next door. About what it might be like to have her body pressed naked
against her own. What it would be like down between her legs or have her
mouth suckling at Phyllis's large mounds.

Yes, she had fantasies about Sally, but she'd had numerous fantasies
about other women as well. In fact, when they'd first moved next door, she'd
even had a fantasy or two about Lisa Ross. That was of course before she got
to know Sally's mother and discovered that among her less desirable traits was
a raging case of homophobia.

So why, Phyllis found herself asking, was it so hard for her to simply
ignore the younger woman's advances. Normally, she only got the urge to be
with a woman now and then. What urge she might have felt lately should
definitely have been satisfied by her tryst with Leslie last night. The
enthusiastic blond-haired lover had certainly left her exhausted enough by the
time she went home to her husband in the middle of the night.

"I guess I was wrong then," Phyllis heard Sally say as she realized that
she'd lost track of the conversation.

What ever it was that the younger redhead had said while the brunette's
mind had been wandering, it had been accompanied by her rising from the
couch and heading for the apartment door.

"Don't worry," Sally said as she reached for the lock with one hand
and the doorknob with the other. "As far as anyone else is concerned, this
conversation never happened. And I guess that maybe I was really dreaming
last night as well."

All Phyllis had to do was sit tight and do nothing, and her problem
would be solved. True, her relationship with Sally would probably be forever
changed, but with her away at school that was inevitable anyway. The only
thing was, Phyllis wasn't sure it was the solution that she really wanted.

What was it she had always been accusing Glen of, thinking with the
wrong head? And she didn't even have a male appendage to blame it on.
Well at least not one that wasn't made of plastic. Giving in to desires deep
within her as she had done so many other inappropriate times in her life,
Phyllis called out to the girl before the door could close behind her.

"Sally, wait," she said.

-=-=-

Sally's heart raced as she turned and watched Phyllis walk the ten feet
from the couch to the door. The touch of the older woman's hand as she took
Sally's in hers, leading her back inside, was enough to cause that beat to
double.

As the door closed behind them, Phyllis looked deep into Sally's eyes.
The expression on her face asked the unvoiced question. Did she really know
what she was doing?

Sally smiled and lifted Phyllis's hand to her lips, kissing the soft flesh.
Yes, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Hand in hand, the two women walked down the hall to her bedroom.
As they stepped inside, Sally was glad to see that the curtain on the large
window had been drawn shut. The odds of someone being on the other end of
that window were pretty long, but why tempt fate.

Letting their hands slip from each other's embrace, Sally and Phyllis
walked around the bed and, after slipping off their shoes, climbed on it from
opposite sides. Their lips met at the halfway point as they shared a touch of
the fire that was building within each of them.

Phyllis reached out and began to undo the buttons of Sally's shirt,
exposing the supple flesh beneath it. The white material quickly gave way
until only the small equally ivory bra remained. An obstruction pushed aside
as well with a gentle move of her hand, revealing the dark pink nipple
beneath.

"Oh God!" Sally gasped as her excited nipple was caressed first by
Phyllis's hand, and then her tongue as the brunette's mouth closed around it.

An enticement the older neighbor repeated on her other mound as she
exposed that as well. An action that sent further tremors of excitement
through the redhead's body.

Sally responded to the fever that was filling her flesh as she took hold
of the bottom of Phyllis's T-shirt and pulled it up and over her head. The
bosom that now faced her was twice her own, held in check by a lacy red bra.
Sally placed a hand on each of the large mounds as she pressed her face deep
in the valley between them.

Now it was Phyllis's turn to sigh loudly as the younger girl covered the
exposed area of her breasts with hard kisses and soft licks. The brunette
reached behind her back and undid the clasp, letting the thin yet strong
material fall free. Sally's eyes opened wide as she looked down on the large
puffy nipples she had only seen the outline of through layers of clothing.

Even before she first realized that she had a sexual attraction to girls,
other women's breasts had fascinated Sally. By the wide variety in their size
and shape. In her observations since that time, she had never seen a set of
nipples larger than those that capped Phyllis's mounds.

Unable to resist, Sally lifted one of those nipples and closed her mouth
over as much of it as she could. The sense of excitement as her tongue
pressed against the hard tip was greater than that she'd felt with Carol and
Donna combined. An enthusiasm that was not lost on the older woman as she
held Sally's head tight against her breast.

"Oh yes," she whispered into the young girl's ear as she kissed her
cheek. "Take them, they're all yours."

Take them she did as Sally found herself being drawn totally into the
essence of the now half naked woman pressed against her.

Sliding her hands down the length of Phyllis's stomach, Sally quickly
came to the top of the slacks the brunette had been wearing. Undoing the top
button, Sally quickly helped the taller woman out of them. Phyllis in turn
helped Sally get her shorts off in record time.

No sooner did the black pants hit the floor than Sally turned her
attentions back to Phyllis's ample breasts. Her mouth and hands were
seemingly everywhere at once. She just couldn't get enough of them.

Yet as much as Phyllis was enjoying all the lavish attention on her
breasts, there were even greater delights to be had. She slid a forceful hand
down between Sally's legs and began to rub her already wet mound through
the cotton panties that covered it. Her fingers then worked their way beneath
the material to make her touch much more personal.

"God yes!" Sally called out, letting Phyllis's nipple slip from her
mouth as the older woman's talented fingers found her most sensitive of spots.

A second finger joined the first, and then a third as Phyllis explored the
deep reaches of Sally's sexual core. Each movement of her fingers sent a
rippling wave of delight across the teen's body. A surge that reached every
fiber of her being.

Sally stretched out across the bed and Phyllis paused just long enough
to remove Sally's panties as well. Then, lifting the redhead's legs as far apart
as she could, Phyllis replaced the touch of her talented fingers with that of her
even more proficient tongue.

Deep within Sally probed Phyllis's tongue, savoring the sweet taste of
the younger girl. Gone was any hesitation she might've had about becoming
involved with her neighbor's daughter. All that mattered at the moment were
the fires building within her, a flame that burned brighter with each movement
of her darting tongue.

"Oh Yes, Phyllis," Sally moaned loudly as she closed her eyes and
rode the warm waves of delight that were spreading across her body, "You are
the best!"

It was a compliment that Sally truly meant. There was no comparison
between Phyllis's skill and that of the redhead's previous lovers. Faster and
faster the curly-haired brunette massaged her womanhood, bringing her
fingers back into play as well.

Sally was sure she was having an out of body experience as all she
could now feel was the pleasure Phyllis's ministrations were bringing her. A
small part of her believed that it couldn't get any better than this, but the older
woman would soon prove her wrong.

Phyllis slid one hand away from her task and reached to the top of the
bed and under one of the pillows propped against the headboard. Her fingers
closed on what she remembered putting back there the night before, and
without missing a movement of her tongue, the thirty-four-year old brought
her hand back to her prize.

Sally's eye's opened in surprise when she heard the soft humming from
between her legs and when she looked down she saw a six inch, robin's egg
blue vibrator in Phyllis's hand. Her eyes opened even wider as the brunette
pressed the oscillating head of the plastic toy against her clit, sending an even
larger wave of delight across her form.

Phyllis gently moved the vibrator up and down the length of Sally's
pussy, covering its length with the results of her arousal. Then, taking a firm
grip on the base of it, she slid in deep inside her new love.

"Fuck!" Sally exclaimed as Phyllis began to do just that as she moved
the substitute cock in and out of her.

Her movements were slow at first, letting the college student become
comfortable with the penetration. Then, as she shifted her body higher up on
the bed, Phyllis increased the tempo and began to screw the redhead in
earnest.

Phyllis's mouth again found Sally's as their breasts pressed against
each other as well. Erect nipples brushed against their counterparts, producing
tiny electric charges that just added to the excitement each felt.

"Oh Baby, that feels so, so good," Sally panted between kisses.

"Then come for me, Honey," Phyllis said as she pressed the hand-held
pleasurer deep inside her once more. "Show me how much you like it."

It was a request that Sally knew she'd have little trouble fulfilling. In
fact, she was amazed that she'd held out this long already. Feeling yet another
rising crest building within her, she relaxed her body and surrendered herself
to it.

Experience told Phyllis that Sally was about to climax and she pressed
her body on top of the redhead. The base of the vibrator pressed against her
own clit as she held it in place with her body, allowing her to share its
vibrations. Their lips met one more time as she felt the small body beneath
her began to quake.

Phyllis held Sally tight as the joys of Eros gripped her, whispering
sweet words of love to her as the younger girl enjoyed her orgasm. It was only
when the last of the tremors in her body had subsided that she slid off her and
reached down to remove her toy from within her.

Quiet filled the bedroom as Phyllis twisted the base of the vibrator,
shutting it off. She rested her head on Sally's breasts and enjoyed the silence
that was now only broken by the beating of her neighbor's heart.

"That ... was great," Sally finally said in what seemed an eternity later.
"I feel like I just had my first real orgasm."

"Well I don't think it was that good," Phyllis said as she softly kissed
her lips, "but thank you anyway."

"No, I really mean it," Sally insisted.

"Okay, if it makes you happy," Phyllis smiled back.

"No, you know what would really make me happy?" Sally asked.

"What my love?" Phyllis asked in return.

"To make you feel just as good," Sally replied.

"You have made me feel good," Phyllis answered with an expression
of joy on her face. "Very good in fact."

"But you didn't have an orgasm," Sally countered.

"That's not always important," Phyllis explained. "When you get
older you'll understand that you can find enjoyment in just bringing someone
else pleasure. That is if it's someone that you care about."

"Well I care about you," Sally said.

To underscore her point, Sally rolled off the bed and took Phyllis's
hand. Curious, the older brunette followed her off the bed and let her guide
her to the large overstuffed chair that sat in the bedroom corner.

"Now it's my turn," Sally said with a wicked look in her eyes that
made Phyllis smile.

With that, the nineteen-year-old dropped to her knees and lifted
Phyllis's legs apart, burying her head between them. Her slender fingers
parted the folds of the brunette's womanhood, and she reached out with her
tongue to press deep between them.

Sally had no way of knowing it, but the large chair had special
significance to Phyllis. Many had been the night during the early years of their
marriage that Glen had sat where she now rested and she was the one on the
floor orally pleasing him. On other nights, although not as many, it had been
her husband on bended knee. But as their relationship had disintegrated, those
nights had became fewer and fewer.

Phyllis leaned back and closed her eyes as Sally brought what skills
she had gained in her limited experience into play. Seeing how determined
her young lover was to bring the same pleasure she herself had received,
Phyllis had already decided that if it came to it, she would fake an orgasm.
Certainly she'd had enough practice at it during the rough times with Glen.

Then, to her pleasant surprise, Phyllis discovered that even with a
decidedly awkward technique, Sally had no need for a false exoneration. A
warm blanket of pleasure radiated out from her excited center, fueled in a
great part by the identity of the girl between her legs. Sally excited her in a
way that neither Leslie Ann nor any past lover had been able to produce.

Her face pressed hard against the brown hair-covered mound, Sally
was soon able to feel the effect her attentions were having on Phyllis. The
realization of which drove her even harder. Her fingers reached deep within
the older woman, joining with her tongue to massage her clit and all the other
sensitive spots. It wasn't long before even the neophyte lover could tell that
the brunette was about to climax.

A climax that sent both their hearts racing as Sally drank deep of the
fruits of her labors. Phyllis grabbed the back of her head, holding the redhead
tight as her body quaked with carnal fury. When she finally released her hold,
the young student's face was covered with a shiny residue.

Phyllis bent down and kissed Sally deeply, covering her face with her
lips and licking it clean. Both women burst into laughter as they rolled onto
the floor in an embrace. They lay there for a long time, just enjoying the
contentment their lovemaking had produced.

-=-=-

"Omigod, I can't believe what I'm seeing!" Lisa Ross exclaimed as she
looked at her daughter and next store neighbor, both down on their knees.

"Mom!" Sally called out as she looked up and saw her mother.

"Lisa!" Phyllis said, her voice reflecting her own surprise at her
neighbor's early return home.

"I don't know how you managed to accomplish this miracle," Lisa said
as she looked at the image of her daughter, covered with dirt and helping
Phyllis to pull the weeds out of her garden, "but I hope you'll let me in on the
secret. I can barely get her to pick up the trash, much less take it out."

"Well," Phyllis said as she rose to her feet and brushed off her own
dirt-covered jeans. "It's not really hard. Sometimes you just have to take the
time to listen to your kids to get them to do what you want them to do."

"Listen?" Lisa repeated as she looked again at the surprising sight of
her daughter actually doing physical work. "I listen to her. How could anyone
not? It seems that once she gets started, that tongue of her never stops."

Phyllis resisted the urge to say what flashed through her mind at that
moment as she likewise turned and looked at Sally, still down on her knees. If
she had said what she was thinking, she would have assured her neighbor that
her daughter's incessant tongue had its positive side as well.

END

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