The Open Door
by Ann Douglas
The heavy rain that had been falling for the last few
hours continued to beat against the large bay window as Olivia
Stone sat in the plush recliner, watching the droplets run down
the glass. It had been raining on and off all week and while the
annoyingly cheerful weather girl on channel 4 had promised
clear skies for the weekend, it was already Friday night and it
hardly seemed likely that they were in store for anything but
more of the same.
Originally, the forty-two-year-old blonde had intended to
spend the night in front of the television with a fire going in the
hearth and a glass of her favorite wine. TCM was running one of
her favorite old movies tonight and with her daughter having left
to go back to college early, Olivia had been looking forward to a
quiet evening alone. It had been a busy week at the local
hospital where she worked as a pediatric nurse and she was
looking forward to a quiet night.
However, when she had settled down in front of the
television and turned on the remote, all she found was a blank
screen. Calling the cable company, she’d gotten a recording that
said they were having technical difficulties and service would be
restored as soon as possible. Evidently, the storm had knocked
out the cable connection somewhere along the line.
She’d read a book for a while but eventually decided she
really wasn’t in the mood. Picking up the phone, she started to
dial her best friend, Mindy’s number, thinking that if nothing else,
they could spend an hour or two trading the latest gossip. Mindy
always had the best dirt on who was doing what with whom.
Unfortunately, all she got was an answering machine and the
recollection that Mindy had mentioned the possibility that she
and her husband, Tom, might be going away for the weekend.
The thought of Mindy and Tom frolicking the night away
at some bed and breakfast reminded Olivia that intimate
companionship was something she greatly missed in the two
years since her divorce. Since becoming single again, she’d
dated on and off, but in a town the size of Westington, her
options had turned out to be quite limited.
Not everyone really knew each other, but it was a good
bet that everyone had a friend of a friend who knew someone
who knew you. As a result, a fair number of the men she’d met
in the last year knew, or knew someone who’d known Carl
Stone. And if they did, they certainly knew he’d moved upstate
after a really nasty divorce, the central issue of which had been
that he’d been screwing his twenty-eight-year-old assistant every
chance he could. Half of those who knew looked on her as
someone desperate to land a new husband and the others saw
her as a lonely divorcee who was an easy lay. As if there was no
With Mindy unavailable, Olivia briefly considered trying
Sally Parks, another of her friends. Sally was going through a
divorce and the two shared common ground. However, at the
last moment, the blonde remembered that Sally was on her
“men, who needs them” kick again and Olivia really wasn’t in the
mood for that tonight either. So it was just a glass of wine and
watching the raindrops fall. An early bed seemed her best
option, hoping tomorrow really did bring out the sun.
Olivia had just shut down the fireplace when the
telephone rang. Putting down her still half-full glass of wine, she
picked it up and heard an almost hysterical young woman on the
other end. At first, she thought it was her daughter and her heart
skipped a beat. Then she realized that the voice wasn’t Carol’s
but was nevertheless familiar.
“Mrs. Stone, is Carol home?” the crying girl managed to
control herself long enough to ask.
“Kathleen, Kathleen Freeman?” Olivia asked as she
finally placed the voice and the girl acknowledged her identity.
“Oh Kathleen, I’m sorry but Carol left early this morning to go
back to school. She wanted to stop and visit her father on the
Despite the animosity between the two of them, Olivia
and Carl had gone out of their way not to let it destroy each
other’s relationship with their only child.
“Oh God,” Kathleen said, reverting back to a tearful
voice, “I was hoping she was home. I don’t know who else to
“Kathleen, what’s wrong?” Olivia asked, her concern
genuine. She had known the twenty-year-old since her daughter
had met her back in their first year of high school.
“I’ve had an accident,” the girl managed to say. “I
smashed up my car.”
“Are you alright?” Olivia quickly asked. “Is anyone else
“I’m just shaken up a little,” Kathleen replied. “There
was no one else in the car. I skidded off the road and hit a tree.”
“Thank God,” Olivia said.
“But the police are here and they keep asking me how
many drinks I’ve had,” the girl said as she began crying again.
“I swear, I only had a few beers, I’m not drunk.”
“Where are you?” Olivia asked.
“I’m out on Route 6, just past Miller’s Crossing.”
Olivia quickly did the math and figured she could be
there in just over ten minutes, even in the rain. She told
Kathleen not to worry and that she’d be right there.
Grabbing her raincoat and the car keys, Olivia started up
her old Escort and heading down to the interchange that would
put her on Route 6. She was glad she had only the half glass of
wine because with the roads this wet, and visibility limited, it
definitely wasn’t a night to be driving impaired.
It would’ve been hard to miss the accident site, even on
a night like this. The flashing lights of the police cruiser and a
tow truck were visible far down the road. Covering herself with
an umbrella, Olivia got out and quickly found Kathleen.
“Kathleen, are you okay?” she asked again, looking over
the girl for any sign of injury.
“I’m fine,” Kathleen answered, her voice shaky and
“I thought I saw someone or something in the road and
tried to slow down,” she explained. “Then I started skidding and
“Then it wasn’t your fault,” Olivia said.
“I don’t think the police believe me,” Kathleen said.
“Once they found out I was coming back from Gilhooley’s, all
they kept asking was how much I’d had to drink and when I told
them they acted like they didn’t believe me.”
Gilhooley’s was a rather secluded bar and grill just
outside of town. It was the sort of place people went to either
drink in private or not be seen for other reasons. Carl, Olivia had
later learned, was a frequent patron.
“Kathleen, how many drinks did you have?” Olivia
asked, “And I need you to tell me the truth, I can’t help you
“Only two, I swear,” Kathleen answered. “I went there to
meet someone and it didn’t really go well. That’s why I left after
only two drinks.”
Olivia’s gut reaction was that Kathleen was telling the
truth. Whether she could convince the on site officers of that
was another thing. Working at the hospital, she had met just
about every one wearing a badge in the county at one time or
another. Hopefully the two that belonged to the cruiser over
there were some of the more reasonable ones.
Leaving Kathleen sitting inside the small kiosk that
served as a waiting station for the county bus line, Olivia headed
over to the closest figure in blue. The young man, who she
guessed couldn’t be much older than Kathleen, told him that she
would have to talk to his partner, who at the moment was
engaged in conversation with the tow truck driver. She had to
wait a few minutes until he was finished.
“Oh shit!” Olivia said under her breath when the senior
officer turned around and headed back toward her. “Over fifty
cops in this town and it would have to be him.”
The officer’s face filled with a smile as he approached
and she became more recognizable. It was a face Olivia knew
“Well, well, well,” the officer whose name tag read
Hickman said as he stopped only a few feet in front of her, “I
knew that one of these days you’d come to your senses and call
me back, but this is a little extreme, don’t you think?”
“Don’t let that inflated ego of yours run away with itself,
Ray,” Olivia said. “The girl whose car is up on the hook is a
friend of my daughter’s. I just came out here to help her.”
“I think she might need a lawyer more than a nurse,”
Ray said as he looked at her with an approving eye. “We’re
about to take her in on suspicion of DWI.”
“Suspicion?” Olivia repeated, “Then you haven’t taken a
breathalyzer test yet.”
“Turns out the one we have with us is damaged,” he
explained, “that’s why we’re taking her back to the station. Trust
me, I’ve stopped enough of these kids to know she’s going to
come in over the limit.”
“Come on Ray, give the girl a break,” Olivia said as she
saw her opening. “All she hit was a tree and for all you know,
there was something out there in the road. God knows I’ve hit
the brakes enough times out here when some animal jumped out
in front of me.”
“You’re asking me to disregard my duty,” Ray said,
trying to sound conscientious.
“Like that’s never happened before,” Olivia countered,
knowing full well how many times he’d let some big boobed
bimbo off because she’d flashed some cleavage at him. “If
nothing else, do it as a favor for me.”
“Well you know, I’m not the only one here,” Ray pointed
out. “My partner …”
“That kid will do whatever you tell him and you know
that,” Olivia cut him off.
“Okay, I’ll give the kid a break,” the officer say in a tone
that implied he was relenting reluctantly, “but you have to do
something for me in return.”
Their conversation went on for a few more minutes, with
a look of first anger, then simple annoyance filling Olivia’s face.
Finally, she nodded her head in agreement and turned to walk
back toward where she’d left Kathleen.
“Okay, we’re out of here,” she told Kathleen as she
stepped up to her.
“But the police, my car?” a confused Kathleen asked.
“You can check on your car over at Peterson’s Garage
tomorrow,” Olivia said as she led the girl back to her own car.
“The damage doesn’t look as bad as you might think. Just the
passenger side fender and one of the headlights.”
“But the police,” the brunette repeated. “They said they
were going to charge me with…”
“Officer Hickman and I came to an understanding,”
Olivia said as she started the engine and pulled back onto the
road. “All the official report is going to say is that you swerved to
avoid an animal in the road and then lost traction in the rain.
Since it wasn’t your fault, there shouldn’t be any problem with
your insurance company paying for the repairs.”
“I don’t know what to say,” Kathleen said in a relief-filled
“Let’s just forget it, okay,” Olivia said. “I want to stop
over at the hospital before we head home so that one of the
doctors can check you out. Just to be sure.”
Grateful as she was, Kathleen gave no objection and
given Olivia’s connections, they only had a short wait before she
was examined. Only three hours after Kathleen had first called,
Olivia was pulling back into her driveway.
“You can spend the night in Carol’s room,” Olivia said as
she led Kathleen into the house. “I don’t want to go further than
we have to in this rain.”
Kathleen agreed with a smile, and thanked Olivia for the
further offer of something hot to drink before she turned in.
“Why don’t you change into something dry while the tea
kettle boils,” Olivia also suggested. “There are some pajamas
on Carol’s bed and the two of you are about the same size.”
It only took about ten minutes for Kathleen to reappear
back in the kitchen, now wearing a pair of cotton, unisex
pajamas. She had also unpinned her dark hair so that it now
hung down to just past her shoulders. Olivia estimation of her
guest’s size had failed to take into consideration a larger bust
than her daughter. The buttons of her top seemed strained to
contain their fullness and the outlines of her nipples were plain to
“Oh well, it’s only for the night,” Olivia thought as she
handed Kathleen one of the two cups of tea she’d prepared and
motioned for the girl to join her at the kitchen table.
“Mrs. Stone, I don’t want to appear ungrateful but …”
she started to say but was interrupted.
“Olivia, please,” the older woman said, “I think we
passed the Mrs. Stone stage when you graduated from high
“Okay, Olivia then,” Kathleen started over. “I don’t want
to appear ungrateful, but I can’t help but worry what you might
have done to change that police officer’s mind. He seemed
“Pig headed is more like it,” Olivia laughed as she
sipped her tea.
She paused a moment then gave Kathleen her answer.
“Let’s just say Ray Hickman and I have a history, one
that he’d like to see continue,” she said. “So in exchange for his
agreeing to see things my way, I agreed to go out with him for
dinner next weekend.”
“Well, there might be some other activities involved,”
Olivia admitted, with an expression that left little doubt as to
what those might be, “but that’s my concern, not yours.”
“That’s the end of the discussion,” Olivia said in the tone
she usually reserved when she was putting her foot down with
her own daughter. “Now it’s been a long night so why don’t we
both turn in and get some sleep.”
Not wanting to argue with her benefactor, Kathleen took
her advice and said her goodnights.
As Olivia rinsed out the two tea mugs before heading up
to her own bedroom, she thought again of the bargain she’d
made with Ray. Of course the forty-six-year-old police officer
expected more than just dinner. It was only the prospect of a
very special dessert that finally changed his mind. What
Kathleen had no way of knowing was that it would hardly have
been the first time that the two of them made the beast with two
Ray Hickman had fallen into the second category of men
she’d dated since the divorce. If she was honest with herself,
there were times that assessment of her was right on target.
She was hardly living a life of denial these last months and after
all, a woman had needs as much as a man. And continuing in
her honesty, she had to admit that putting aside whatever other
character flaws Ray might have, he was definitely something
else in bed. So maybe it hadn’t been such a bad bargain after
Much to Olivia’s surprise, the morning did indeed bring
the sun and clear skies. She let Kathleen sleep in, figuring that
sleep was probably what she needed more than anything else. It
was almost noon by the time she heard her stirring. When the
shower shut off a few minutes later, she’d already put on a late
“I borrowed a blouse and skirt from Carol’s dresser,”
Kathleen said as she walked into the kitchen. “ My clothes
weren’t where I left them last night. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course not,” Olivia smiled as she laid a plate of
bacon, eggs and hash browns on the table. “I tossed them in the
washer while you were sleeping. They should be out of the dryer
by the time you finish eating.”
“Oh you’ve done too much already,” Kathleen insisted.
“Nonsense,” Olivia replied. “Besides, it’s already made
and it would be a shame to just toss it out.”
Kathleen gave in and despite her protest, quickly wolfed
down everything on the plate. It had been a while since she had
anything for breakfast other than just cereal and coffee.
“So what have you been doing with yourself since the
last time I saw you?” Olivia asked as she sat across from the
young woman. “I didn’t know that Carol and you still kept in
touch after she went upstate to college.”
“Carol was one of the few people that still wanted to be
my friend after high school,” Kathleen said as she finished the
last of her breakfast. “That’s why I called her last night, I didn’t
know who else I could turn to. You know my parents won’t even
take my calls.”
That was something that Olivia would never be able to
understand. No matter what Kathleen had done, and in her mind
it wasn’t very terrible, it was incomprehensible that her mother
and father had totally disowned her.
Kathleen’s mother, June, had actually grown up in the
same neighborhood as Olivia. They were never close friends,
especially after June met Collin Brookes in her junior year of high
school and through him found religion. Olivia had nothing
against people who were serious about their faith, but she did
have a problem with those who followed it fanatically and
condemned anyone who didn’t. She also thought June
somewhat hypocritical in condemning her own daughter for her
sexuality when it was pretty much common knowledge among
the girls in their circle as to know many of the boys had found
their way under June’s blouse, at least in the pre-Collin days.
From the story that Carol had shared with her mother,
Kathleen hadn’t just come out of the closet in the summer
following graduation. It was more a case of the closet door being
Collin and June Freeman had come home unexpectedly from
a weekend retreat and found their only daughter naked in the
living room in the arms of an equally nude older woman. That
the woman turned out to be her former high school music
teacher, Carrie Reynolds, only made matters worse. The fact
that both were of legal age didn’t prevent the Freemans from
having the woman fired from her position.
“Carol told me the story,” Olivia said, letting Kathleen
known that she didn’t have to explain further.
The girl seemed relieved that Kathleen already knew her
secret and more importantly, it didn’t seem to matter to her.
Moving on, she concentrated on relating what she’d been doing
“With my parents taking away my college fund, I’ve been
working at Parsons Bakery and going to classes at the
community college,” Kathleen explained. “My advisor says that
if I keep my grades up the way I’ve been doing, I should be able
to get a scholarship when I make the jump to a senior college.”
“That’s wonderful,” Olivia said with sincere admiration.
She remembered how hard it was going back to school to get
her nursing degree once her marriage began to crumble.
They talked a while longer, mostly about school and
Kathleen’s plans for the future. Then the subject turned back to
the events of last night. Olivia had to admit, her curiosity had
gotten the better of her.
“How did you wind up at Gilhooley’s?” she asked.
“I was meeting someone there,” Kathleen said,
repeating the answer she had given last night.
‘Oh yes, that’s right,” Olivia reflected, “and if I
remember correctly, you’d said it hadn’t gone well.”
“No, we had an argument right off the bat,” Kathleen
confirmed, “and it went downhill from there.”
“Could I ask what the argument was about?”
“I found out that she was still seeing her husband,”
“She was married?”
“Separated and getting a divorce,” the younger woman
explained, “or at least that was what she told me.”
“And what did she say when you confronted her?”
“She said that as much as she loved being with me, she
couldn’t give up a man totally,” Kathleen went on. “The thing
was, I could’ve dealt with that. I wasn’t looking for a permanent
relationship. What I couldn’t deal with was the fact that she’d
been lying to me almost from the beginning.”
“I can relate to that,” Olivia said, remembering how long
Carl’s affair with his assistant had gone on before she found out
“Olivia, as long as we are talking about last night again, I
have to say something,” Kathleen said.
“I’m really not comfortable with the idea that you agreed
to sleep with that cop in order to get me out of trouble,” she
“Well like I said last night, that’s my concern and nothing
for you to worry about,” Olivia assured her, “and to be honest, it
won’t be the first time we’ve done it.”
“But you wouldn’t be doing it now if not for me,”
Kathleen insisted. “If anyone should be sleeping with him, it
should be me.”
“I thought you didn’t like men,” Olivia said in surprise, “at
“I don’t,” Kathleen replied, “I mean I did once but not
anymore. I just thought that if anyone was going to have to pay
to get me out of trouble it should be me.”
“Maybe you should be sleeping with me then,” Olivia
said, wondering as soon as the words came out of her mouth
where they could’ve come from.
Kathleen looked as surprised at hearing what she said
as Olivia was in saying it. The older woman tried to quickly
recover by saying she was only joking of course.
The expression on Kathleen’s face said she hadn’t taken
it as such.
“Oh my God,” Olivia thought, “she thought I was
There was a long moment of awkward silence that
followed, until Olivia tried to defuse what she’d said.
“Kathleen, I’m sorry, that was a poor joke on my part,”
she said, “How anyone could imagine that a beautiful young
woman like you would have any interest in an old lady like me?”
“You’re hardly old,” Kathleen said, her eyes lighting up
as she spoke, “and I think you’re the one who’s beautiful.”
“I really don’t know what to say,” Olivia said after
another long pause.
At that moment, the loud buzzer from the dryer in the
basement went off, giving Kathleen the chance to excuse herself
to go and get her clothing. She reappeared a short while later,
changed into her now clean outfit from last night.
“I’d better be going,” Kathleen said as she gathered up
her bag and a few other things she had with her. “I really want to
thank you again for everything you did for me. If there is anyway
I can ever make it up to you, please just ask.”
With that, before Olivia could again say it had been
nothing that Kathleen should be concerned about, the younger
woman was out the door. Olivia watched from the window as
she crossed the street and after a few minutes wait, caught the
bus on the corner.
All the rest of the day, regardless of how she tried to
occupy herself, Olivia couldn’t get Kathleen and what had
happened out of her mind. Where in the world did that line about
sleeping with her come from?
Kathleen was hardly the first lesbian she’d ever met.
There had been Norma Curtis back in high school. Of course no
one knew she was gay until almost ten years after graduation so
that probably didn’t count. Then there was Mandy Norris, one of
the EMT’s at the hospital who was quite open about her
sexuality. Yet despite an open invitation to take on all comers,
Olivia had never had the slightest thought of taking her up on it.
Of course the fact that Mandy was more masculine than most
men she knew, Ray included, could’ve been a factor there.
Olivia was barely familiar with the terms butch and fem,
but knew enough to say that Kathleen definitely belonged in the
latter category. The girl was beautiful, and when she thought
about it, greatly resembled her mother back in their high school
days. A girl like that could get any man, or woman in her case,
which she wanted. And while, if Olivia let her fantasies run
amuck for a moment and admit that if she were interested in a
lesbian fling, a girl like Kathleen would be a heavenly partner,
the big question would be, why would a girl like her want anyone
It was true, she thought, that despite almost twenty years
of marriage and a hard pregnancy, she still had a decent body
and a pretty, if ordinary face. Okay, she was a little chunkier
than the girl of eighteen that had married Carl Stone, but overall,
she considered herself in better shape than many of her peers.
Even the generous bust that had been the object of attention of
many of her classmates back in their teens had held up rather
well. It still caught men’s attention and other women’s envy.
Then it hit her like a thunderclap, the answer was right in
her face and she hadn’t seen it. The teacher Kathleen had first
been caught with, according to Carol, had to be at least ten to
fifteen years older than her former student, and while Olivia had
no idea who it was that she had met last night, the woman had
been married and had to have been so a while if she had been
separated, contemplating divorce. That wasn’t something that
usually happened if you’ve only been together a short time. If
some women were attracted to older men, and vice versa, then
why couldn’t Kathleen be attracted to older women as well.
“Well, that explains why she might be interested,” Olivia
said to herself, “but not what, if anything, I should do about it.”
Part of her mind, the logical part, gave her the easy
answer. That she should do absolutely nothing. That she
should leave things well enough alone and just go on. But the
other part of her, the one that tended to act more in impulse,
urged her to take a good long look at the situation. At an
opportunity, that perhaps, she didn’t want to let go by.
What if the situation were a little different, she asked
herself. What if that had been Martin Reid, the boy Carol had
dated back in high school that had called last night. If he were
the one who showed a sexual interest in her, how would she
have handled it. Again the rational part of her tried to say she’d
have acted no differently. But that was counterbalanced by the
emotional side that, remembering what a hunk Martin had been,
was sure she’d have been down on her knees with his cock in
her mouth long before he had a chance to walk out that door.
And it was an impressive cock, she remembered, having once
almost walked in on Carol and him when she was doing that very
“Come on be sensible, Olivia,” she said to herself as
she tried to put the matter to rest. “Even if you wanted to do
something about it, you don’t even know where she lives now.
You can’t exactly call up Carol and ask for her phone number
without having to explain why you wanted it. And any excuse
you came up with would undoubtedly blow away the privacy
you’d want to keep about it.”
However, her more precipitate side already had the
answer to that small obstacle, reminding her that since Kathleen
had called the house phone from her cell last night; the number
would still be in the caller ID.
“I should at least let her know that I’m not upset about
anything we said to each other,” Olivia justified. “She did seem
a little troubled when she left.”
Dialing the number, Olivia was actually disappointed
when it rang a few times and then dropped into voice mail. Not
having any idea what kind of message to leave, she simple hung
up. Circumstances had decided the issue. Or so she thought.
Not two minutes later, the phone rang and when Olivia
looked at the caller ID, she saw Kathleen’s number. In her
haste, she’d forgotten that it would work both ways.
Trying to think of a believable, innocuous reason as to
why she called, Olivia came up empty other than saying she
simply wanted to make sure the girl was alright. Kathleen
assured her that she was and thanked her for being so
concerned. About to hang up, she asked Olivia if there was
anything else and was told, no, she just wanted to check on her .
“No, wait a second,” Olivia said before Kathleen could
hang up, “there is one more thing. I was wondering if you don’t
have any plans for the evening if you’d like to come over and
have dinner. Nothing special, just the two of us. I’d love to hear
more about school and how you’re making out.”
There was quiet on the other end as Kathleen thought
about it for a few seconds. Then, much to Olivia’s delight, she
said she’d love to come over. They spent another minute or so
discussing what she might like, then the older blonde hung up
“It’s only dinner,” Olivia reassured herself, not wanting to
let her flights of fancy run away with themselves. “Dinner and
nice company for what otherwise would’ve been a lonely
The doorbell rang at half past six and Olivia opened the
front door to find an apologetic Kathleen standing on the steps.
It had been a while since she’d rode the bus, she explained, and
it had taken longer to get to Olivia’s from her apartment on the
other side of town.
“I should’ve told you to call for a cab,” Olivia said, “I’d
have been happy to pay for it.” she added, thinking that perhaps
the cost was the reason she hadn’t.
“I thought it might be better if I just took the bus,”
Kathleen said as she stepped inside, handing Olivia a paper bag
with a bottle inside. “I brought this for you.”
“Oh you shouldn’t have,” Olivia said as she lifted the
bottle out of the bag and was surprised to see that it was a rather
“Don’t worry, I didn’t have to pay for that,” Kathleen said
when she saw the look for surprise on her hostess’s face. “It
was a gift from my boss last Christmas that I never had the
occasion to open. I figured it was the least I could do to thank
you for last night.”
“Well we’ll drink it together then,” Olivia promised.
She led the younger woman into the living room, telling
her to make herself comfortable as she went to put the wine on
ice. Dinner would be ready in just a minute Olivia said and if she
wanted to take a minute to freshen up, she knew where the
Kathleen took her up on the suggestion and as she
walked out of the room, Olivia was slightly embarrassed to find
herself staring at the young woman’s ass.
“Well it is a nice ass,” she laughed silently, thinking how
nice Kathleen looked in the white blouse and blue skirt she was
wearing. Since she herself was only wearing a simple, flower
patterned dress, Olivia was glad to see her guest hadn’t dressed
up for the occasion.
Dinner was as simple as the dress, lamb chops, mashed
potatoes, cream corn and biscuits. As she had with breakfast
earlier that morning, Kathleen practically devoured everything on
her plate. It made Olivia feel good to see her meager efforts so
“Did you call the garage about your car?” Olivia asked
as she more slowly ate her own dinner.
“Yes, I spoke to Mister Peterson himself and he told me
not to worry about it,” she replied between bites. “He said he’d
already spoken to Mr. Franklin, he’s the man I bought my
insurance policy from, and got the okay to make the repairs. I
should have my car back by the middle of next week.”
“That’s good,” Olivia said.
“Actually, I think that’s pretty incredible,” Kathleen
laughed, “that they got an okay already and went right to work
on it. I would’ve thought it would’ve taken at least a week just to
get the insurance company to say it wasn’t my fault and that
they’d cover the repairs.”
“Well, Josh Peterson and Charlie Franklin are both good
guys,” Olivia observed. “I went to school with both of them a
hundred years ago.”
Kathleen laughed at the weak joke as Olivia
remembered another thing Charlie and Josh had in common.
Back in their teen years, both had dated June Freeman. She
wondered if the remembrance of her charms had accounted for
their quick service for her daughter.
“Why don’t you have a seat on the couch while I clear
the table,” Olivia said as they both finished. “I’ll get a couple of
glasses and we can try out that wine you brought.”
“I insist on helping,” Kathleen said as she picked up
both her own dishes and one of the serving plates.
“Okay, just drop them into the dishwasher then while I
get those glasses,” Olivia smiled.
“Hmm, this is good,” Olivia said a short time later as the
two of them sat on the couch, enjoying the wine. “It was nice of
the Parsons to give it to you.”
“They’ve been so nice to me,” Kathleen replied. “Not
only giving me a job but making sure that I could work around my
class schedule. In a way, they almost treat me like I was their
daughter. Certainly a lot better than my parents ever did. At
least since, well you know. They didn’t even have a problem
Olivia had only been to Parsons Bakery a few times,
preferring one much closer to her house. She remembered the
couple that owned it as nice enough people who she guessed
were in their late sixties by now.
“How did they know what happened?” Olivia asked
aloud, not realizing at first that she had since she thought it none
of her business.
“Well right after I started working at the bakery, my
mother made it a point to stop by one day when I wasn’t there
and tell Mrs. Parsons just what kind of girl they had taken in,”
Kathleen answered, not finding the question inappropriate at all.
“She further pointed out that even though they didn’t belong to
the same church, she was sure a God fearing woman like Mrs.
Parsons wouldn’t want to expose her family or her customers to
“And what did Mrs. Parsons say to that?”
“Well, I don’t know exactly,” Kathleen grinned, “but Don
Williams, who also works there part-time on the days I don’t, said
that my mother stormed out of the store like someone had set
fire to her bible.”
“Well not everyone is as narrow minded as your
parents,” Olivia said, only partially managing to hide her reaction
to the image of June that formed in her mind.
“I notice that you don’t seem to have a problem with my
being a lesbian either,” Kathleen said, the L word coming into
conversation for the first time.
“Well, I like to think I’m a little more opened minded than
most people,” Olivia noted.
“Do you think you’d have the same reaction if it was
Carol that night instead of Carrie Reynolds?” Kathleen
unexpectedly asked, feeling a little of the wine's effect.
“Do you know something that I don’t?” Olivia asked in
return, wondering if the question was anything more than
“No, as far as I know, and even though she’s not my
type, I think I’d know, Carol is one hundred percent into guys and
guys only,” Kathleen said with a laugh. “I was just curious, that’s
“Well, I hope I would feel the same way about a lesbian
daughter as a straight one,” Olivia answered. “That I love her
and the most important thing to me is that she was happy with
A sad look on Kathleen’s face greeted that answer,
brought on by the thought of how her own mother had answered
“I’m curious,” Olivia said, feeling the wine and looking to
change the subject. “Am I allowed to asked exactly what your
The question caused Kathleen to hesitate a few
moments as she wasn’t sure how exactly to answer. Finally, she
said that the answer was a little embarrassing, even strange.
“Oh come on,” Olivia smiled, “I’ve already admitted that
I’ve fucked Ray Hickman. What could be more embarrassing
Kathleen took a deep breath, then decided that she at
least owed Olivia an honest answer. Another deep breath
followed and she gave it.
“You remember I told you that I was meeting someone
“Yes, of course.”
“Well you know Sally Parks right?”
“Certainly,” Olivia answered automatically, it taking a
long few seconds for the implication to sink in. “Oh my God!”
she exclaimed when it did.
“So now you know,” Kathleen said as she drained the
last of the glass.
“I can’t believe it,” Olivia said, the image of the two of
them in bed together appeared unbidden in her mind. “You and
Sally being lovers.”
“Well, not exactly lovers,” Kathleen said’ “more just like
“I don’t understand,” Olivia said, “what’s the
“I guess you could say we never really got past second
base,” Kathleen explained.
“Which one of you wanted to wait?” Olivia asked
“She did,” Kathleen answered, “if it was up to me, she
could’ve hit a home run the first night we went out. I guess that
must make me a tramp in your eyes?”
“No, not at all,” Olivia quickly assured her, thinking how
easily and quickly she had opened her legs for some of the men
she’d dated since Carl left. In the case of Ray Hickman, she
would definitely be ashamed to admit that she’d even let him
fuck her ass and he didn’t even have to get her drunk first as
Carl used to do.
“Now can I ask a question?” Kathleen asked.
“Of course,” Olivia replied.
“Why did you invite me to dinner?”
“No special reason,” came a too quick reply. “Just to
have some company, that’s all.”
“Are you sure?”
“What other reason could there be?” Olivia asked, a
touch of defensiveness in her tone.
“Oh, I don’t know,” Kathleen answered, then offering a
suggestion to the contrary. “Maybe because you wanted to fuck
Olivia turned almost pale as her mouth opened to offer a
denial. But no words were forthcoming.
“Before you answer,” Kathleen said, cutting off the
words that she thought were about to appear. “Let me say
Closing her mouth, Olivia nodded her agreement, acting
as if she had indeed something to say.
“First of all, I apologize if I’ve got this all wrong,”
Kathleen began. “That I’m making way too much of what might
very well have been a stupid joke this morning. But I have to
say, I hope I’m not. I’m hoping that maybe you were and still are
having thoughts in that direction because I have to tell you
Olivia took a short breath as what she only half
considered as an idle fantasy quickly became all too real.
“I have been infatuated with you almost from the first day
Carol brought me home to meet you, long before I even knew
why. Then, when I realized the why, you became the object of
almost all my fantasies. You can’t imagine how my heart
stopped this afternoon when you made that joke. At the very
possibility that you might be interested.”
Olivia was still searching for what to say. Up until a few
minutes ago, this had all been just a flirtatious game. A what
might be that she could look back on. Never did she imagine it
could really happen.
Lost in her own thoughts, it took a few moments for
Olivia to realize that Kathleen had stopped talking and was
waiting for a response. The problem was, the older woman
wasn’t sure yet she had one. Part of her said yes and part said
“Kathleen, I’m not sure what to say,” Olivia confessed.
“I’ll admit that yes I did have some thoughts in that direction, but
I’m still not sure I really intended to act on them.”
“Then answer me a second question,” Kathleen said.
“What if it had been Martin Reid who called Carol last night
instead of me and everything else was the same. That he had
told you that he’d had sexual fantasies about you since he was a
teenager. Would you have as much trouble making up your
Having Kathleen unexpectedly come up with the very
same argument she herself had postulated tossed Olivia for a
loop. At first it made her more confused, but then, after
considering it for a few moments, it seemed to make her
decision more clear.
“Olivia, I apologize, that was out of line,” Kathleen then
said, the tone of her voice changing greatly. “In fact, maybe I’m
being way out of line about the whole thing. It might be better for
both of us if I just went back home. I’m sorry if I offended you,
especially after you went out of your way to help me.”
“Kathleen,” Olivia said in a hushing tone, “do please
“I do think that your mouth, pretty as it is, would be much
better used if you were kissing me right now,” Olivia said, her
own lips forming a smile as she leaned closer to the other
woman on the couch.
Kathleen's kiss proved to be as soft and enticing as
Olivia imagined it would be. A second and third kiss quickly
followed, each more urgent then the last as a shared passion
quickly grew. Olivia felt her body shiver as she felt the dark
haired girl run her fingers across and then up her back until they
reached the bare flesh of her neck.
"Oh Olivia," Kathleen gasped as she paused for the
briefest of moments. "You can't imagine how many times I'm
thought about something like this. I'm almost afraid that I'm
going to wake up any moment and discover it's just another
"This is not a dream," Olivia responded breathlessly as
she pressed her lips once more against Kathleen's, surprising
even herself at how quickly she had fallen into what was
It was not the first time Olivia had kissed another girl , or
even the first time she'd had one's tongue in her mouth. Back in
her junior high school days, when she and her friends were first
beginning to become interested in boys, one of their prime
concerns was what if it turned out that they weren't good kissers.
After all, all the teen magazines said that was of paramount
importance. So the simple solution seemed to be to practice on
Thus had been born the Tuesday and Thursday
afternoon kissing lessons. Twice a week, for three months,
small groups of girls gathered in Norma Curtis's basement and,
after drawing lots to see who matched up with who, spent the
better part of an hour practicing their kissing skills.
Looking back on those sessions years later, it occurred to Olivia
that the whole idea had originally been Norma's and since they'd
been held at her house, she had been the only girl to attend
every single practice. In hindsight, that alone should've told
them all something about Norma.
The fleeting memory of those long ago days reminded
Olivia of something else as well. It had been of course just the
luck of the draw, but as she remembered it, Olivia had found
herself matched up with June Riley more than any other girl.
That she was now making out with her daughter sent an illicit
thrill though her, one that would only grow stronger as the night
Olivia felt Kathleen's warm hand pressing against her left
breast and let out a soft, quiet moan as her fingers closed
around her nipple. Even through the twin materials of her dress
and bra, the touch of the younger woman was more than electric.
Kathleen grasped the zipper of Olivia's dress with the
hand that had been stroking her neck, pulling it as far down as it
would go. The print loosened around the blonde as the same
hand glided down her back until it reached the clasp of her bra
and with a practiced motion that most young men her age could
only envy, undid it.
Leaning forward, Kathleen kissed Olivia on the cheek,
then moved down to her neck, even as her hands took hold of
the sides of her dress, sliding it down as far as it would go. With
the clasp already undone, the simple while bra hung half free,
exposing a firm, rounded breast.
Kathleen's hand again returned to Olivia's left breast, the
now flesh to flesh contact causing her nipple to grow hard and
erect. Kathleen continued to play with it for a few seconds, until
her head dropped even further and she replaced the tips of her
fingers with her lips.
"Oh yes!" Olivia moaned even louder as she felt the
pleasing wetness against her mound, a supplication repeated
more then once in the minutes to come as Kathleen's nimble
tongue brushed against her tip repeatedly, alternating with the
delightful embrace of her eager mouth.
At the same time, Kathleen shifted Olivia just far enough
to expose her other breast, upon which she lavished equal
treatment. The delightful warmth that spread out from both of
them was unlike anything the older woman had felt before. Soft
and sweet, so unlike any man she had been with.
Filled with a desire to do the same to Kathleen, Olivia
lifted her upward and, after delivering a passionate kiss, quickly
worked to undo the buttons on her blouse. Equally eager, the
brunette worked the buttons from the opposite direction and her
top quickly found its way to the floor beside the couch.
Light green lace covered a bosom equal to her own and
Olivia wasted no time in reaching out to rest her hands against
both orbs. The fabric was so sheer as to feel almost non-
existent, the heat of her body evident right through it. It took but
a moment for Olivia to work the catch between the hemispheres,
freeing the bounty beneath.
"My God, they are so beautiful," she gasped,
remembering the days when she and her friends began to first
develop and used to compare themselves against each other
with secret glances in the showers and locker rooms. Her
instant assessment was that none of the girls she'd spied on
back then equaled Kathleen, not even her mother.
Filled with excitement, Olivia pressed her face between
the two mounds, taking hold of each and pressing them against
her face. She then covered each of them with kisses, working
her way back and forth, moving closer to the dark circles in the
center with each repetition.
Besides being darker than her own, Olivia noted that
Kathleen's nipples were also both larger and thicker. They stood
out like oversized erasers, drawing her mouth to them with a
desire that only a newborn might match. Kathleen echoed
Olivia's cries of before as the neophyte worked her tongue again
around the curve of her breasts, her hands cupping the
underside and squeezing them lightly. Reversing direction once
more, she again brought her mouth to the center of each mound,
drawing the stiff nipple between her lips, tickling it with the tip of
her tongue and then gently biting down on it as well.
"I can't believe you've never done this before," Kathleen
offered between moans of appreciation.
Yet the truth was, Olivia never had, not even in her
dreams. At least not in any she remembered.
After a few more minutes, Olivia released her hold on
Kathleen's bounty and reached up and drew her head down to
hers. Their kiss was the most passionate yet as their hands
continued to caress their bodies even as their tongues entwined
in each other's mouths.
"I want to lick your pussy!" Olivia abruptly said, pulling
herself back just far enough to slip out of Kathleen's embrace. "I
want to taste and enjoy every bit of you."
Kathleen smiled, she had seen this before. Normally,
she preferred lovers with experience, but in the four years since
she'd first been with a woman, there had been exceptions. For
all practical purposes, this woman in her arms, despite being
more than twice her age, was a virgin. And like a virgin, once
she'd decided to give it up to someone, she couldn't wait to do it
Climbing off the couch, Kathleen took a few moments to
rid herself of the rest of her clothing. Olivia followed her example
and stripped as well. They took a few long seconds to look at
each other in their near nudity, taking in the fullness of what
they'd previously only had scattered glimpses of.
"I hope you're not disappointed," Olivia said as she felt
Kathleen's eyes moving up and down her body.
"Hardly," Kathleen smiled. "In fact, I was just hoping
that I look half that good in twenty years."
There was an old saying that before a young man was
too carried away by a pretty young thing, they should take a
good long look at her mother because the odds were that was
where his lady love would be in twenty years. Many of Olivia's
contemporaries had put on a pound or ten since high school,
herself being no exception, but based on the last time she'd seen
her, June Freeman had really let herself go. June had to be at
least forty or fifty pounds heavier and looked as if she made no
effort to reverse or at least ward off the effects of time.
Somehow, Olivia couldn't imagine Kathleen letting herself go like
"You were saying something about wanting to lick my
pussy?" Kathleen said, noticing that Olivia had let her attention
drift for a moment. The question had its desired effect and she
quickly returned to the matter at hand.
Glancing around the room for a moment, Kathleen's
gaze settled on an oversized lounger on the opposite side of the
room. She turned and walked over to it, giving her ass a little
jiggle as she did, much to Olivia's amusement. Sitting down, she
lifted both legs up onto the cushion, placed a hand against each
thigh and pulled them apart.
"We've already had dinner," she laughed, "so I guess
you could consider this dessert."
With a broad smile on her face, Olivia followed Kathleen
across the room and dropped to her knees in front of the chair.
She lifted her left hand and gently ran her fingers across the
tightly trimmed mound before her. She found the flesh damp
with excitement, a discovery that sent an even greater thrill
across her breasts.
"Just put your head right in there," Kathleen said with a
sign as she enjoyed the brief touch.
Olivia hesitated a few moments longer, her outstretched
fingers parting the folds of Kathleen's sex as she studied the
prime example of womanhood. She'd never seen a pussy this
close before, aside of course, from the magazines and videos
that she knew Carl had hidden in the basement closet. The sight
was fascinating, the scent of the younger woman's arousal
"It's so pretty," Olivia observed as her fingers brushed
against Kathleen's emerging clit.
Dropping her head back a little, Olivia ran her tongue up
along the inside of the brunette's thighs. Kathleen let out
another, even louder sigh as the blonde ran a teasing tongue up
her leg, skirting the edge of her enflamed pussy and then down
her other leg. She reversed direction and repeated the action a
few more times, each bringing the tip of her tongue closer to her
prize. Only to pull away at the last possible second.
"Lick me," Kathleen cried out in a moan mixed with
frustration and anticipation. "Lick my fuckin' pussy!"
If this had been a man in front of her, Olivia might've felt
a little like a cockteaser at that moment. She had no idea what
you might call it with you were with another woman – cunt-
teaser?" Regardless, it was time to move on.
Her tongue pressed forward, slipping between the wet
folds of Kathleen's pussy. The taste of her sex filled her mouth,
so very different from that of her own, which she had occasion to
taste more than a few times. The reality of what she was doing
tripled her excitement, even as her tongue moved in deeper,
running up and down the length of her passage.
"Oooooo," Kathleen softly moaned, repeating it three or
four times before adding a definitive , "oh yes!" as she shifted
her body to give Olivia better access.
A steady stream of encouragement continued to spill
from Kathleen's lips as, with a feather-like touch, Olivia worked
herself back and forth, bringing forward the first stirrings of an
embryonic orgasm. She had no real idea what she was doing,
only that she seemed to be doing it right. Going on the theory
that what felt good to her would also feel good to Kathleen
seemed to have been the right choice.
"Oh baby, keep going," Kathleen echoed as she ran her
outstretched hand through Olivia's blonde hair, "you're going to
make me come!"
Olivia continued to savor the sweet nectar that flowed
richly across her tongue, thinking it a treat that she had
needlessly overlooked in her life. Kathleen writhed in ecstasy as
the older woman enthusiastically explored the deepness of her
being, her soft lips and nimble tongue bringing forth an
amalgamation of delights.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Kathleen moaned loudly as Olivia's
tongue again flicked over her clit, driving ever closer to the edge.
She was amazed at how the neophyte cunnilingist had mastered
the art of pleasing another woman. Joyous at the result, but still
The twenty-year-old's body began to shudder as the
orgasmic pressure that had been steadily building within her
became too much to contain. She tried to hold it back just a little
longer, eager to prolong her ecstasy, but it was too much to
contain. Just as Olivia's lips closed once more around her
engorged clit, the dam shattered with ferocious force.
"Oooooooohhhhh!" Kathleen cried as powerful spasms
shook her body.
Holding her quaking flesh tight against her own, Olivia
continued to work her tongue deep inside Kathleen, burying her
own moans of pleasure in her now saturated mound. She felt
the brunette's thighs press against the sides of her face as her
orgasm peaked, subsided, then peaked a second time.
Incredibly, a third time followed until, finally drained, the body
against her relaxed.
Extricating herself from between Kathleen's legs, Olivia
rose to her feet, pausing just long enough to plant a kiss on each
of the sitting woman's breasts. Then, wrapping a hand behind
her head to pull her closer, she kissed Kathleen on the mouth,
sharing the lingering fruits of the climax she had brought about.
"I hope that was okay," Olivia said as their lips parted
and she slipped into Kathleen's lap.
"Okay?" Kathleen asked incredulously, her body still
shuddering in the aftermath of her release. "That was fantastic.
It was like my most secret dream come true."
Wrapping her arms around Kathleen, Olivia kissed her
again, pressing her body against hers. This time the kiss was
slow and leisurely, their caresses lovingly tender.
"I can't wait to do the same to you," Kathleen said in a
voice full of promise when their lips finally separated. "Just as
soon as I get my breath back," she added with a laugh.
"While you’re doing that," Olivia suggested with another
kiss, this one short but just as sweet, "maybe we should move
this to one of the bedrooms. We might be just a little more
Even though Carol's room was closer, Olivia instead led
the equally naked young woman up the stair to the master
bedroom above. Somehow, she considered, it wouldn't be right
to make love in her daughter's bed, especially with one of her
Despite all of her visits to this house over the years,
Kathleen had never seen Olivia's bedroom before. It meant a lot
to her to be invited into it now. She would be even more
impressed if she'd known that no other lover since her husband
had ever seen it before. It was her private place, one that she
The furniture was all heavy oak, with a king sized four-
poster dominating the center of the room. Olivia walked to one
side of the bed, and Kathleen the other. Together they pulled
down the heavy comforter, exposing the smooth sheets beneath.
Sharing a smile, they climbed onto the bed from opposite ends,
meeting in the center as they shared yet another kiss.
Their mouths still locked in a kiss, Kathleen pressed
Olivia down on the bed, pressing her body on top of her. Her
kisses continued, working their way down across the older
woman's collar, down between the valley between her breasts
and then back and forth across her breasts themselves. Every
so often, she would close her lips around the stiff nipples at the
center of each, the tip of her tongue washing across them,
guiding their length into her mouth.
"Oh God, Kathleen, don’t stop," Olivia pleaded as she
tilted her head back as her hands spread across the back of the
younger woman's head, "whatever you do, don't stop!"
A small smile formed at the corner of the brunette's
mouth as she found some humor in the thought that such a thing
was possible. That, having had her secret fantasy come to life,
she might simply walk away from it.
As her lips worked their magic, Kathleen had
simultaneously used her hands to cup and squeeze Olivia's
mounds. Skillfully, her fingers danced across the excited flesh,
applying just the right mix of hard and soft touches. As a nipple
once more disappeared into her mouth, the twenty-year-old
slipped her right hand down between the legs of the woman
beneath, her fingers now dancing across the lightly haired
mound with equal dexterity.
“Oh yes, baby, fuck me!" Olivia cried out as she felt two
fingers slide into the depths of her sex. “Fuck me hard!"
After a few repetitions, a third and fourth finger followed
and the movements of all became a blur. Olivia felt electrified,
her body bucking back and forth to meet the thrust of Kathleen's
hand with matching vigor. It felt like it had gone on for hours, but
in reality, it had been less than half of one. A seeming eternity
during which Olivia had teetered on the edge of climax.
An edge she hurtled over short minutes later as her body
exploded in orgasmic splendor. Her body quaking uncontrollably
as wave upon wave of pleasing delights washed over her.
Kathleen held her tight, savoring her climax as their flesh
pressed tightly together.
"That was…" Olivia started to say, and then paused as
she realized that she really didn't have the words to describe
what she'd just experience.
"I know," Kathleen smiled in return, not needing any
words. "But that was just a warm-up, something to take the edge
off. Now I really want to make you feel good."
Unsure for the moment as to how anything could feel
any better than what she'd first experienced, Olivia quickly got
her answer as Kathleen again shifted position and brought her
head down between the blonde's legs.
Olivia instantly realized how silly she felt for not
understanding and moved to correct her confusion. Reaching
downward with her own hands, she spread her pussy lips wide,
giving Kathleen the fullest view of that which she had dreamed
so often about.
A dream she wasted no time in acting upon as she
pressed forward, the tip of her tongue moving quickly and deeply
inside Olivia. In a single fluid motion, Kathleen worked her way
up along the length of her sex and focused her attentions on
Olivia's excited clit.
"Mother of God!" Olivia cried out, thinking that perhaps
this was God's greatest gift to the female sex.
It was perhaps a reflection of the men she been sleeping
with since Carl had left, but practically none of them had been
too concerned about pleasing a woman orally. Not even Ray,
who took his fucking quite seriously, ever bothered giving it more
than cursory notice. That, she promised herself in a mental note,
was something that was definitely going to change.
However, that was a thought for the future and it was the
here and now that demanded her attention as Kathleen
repeatedly ran her tongue against Olivia's clit, striking it with a
wanton desire that made Olivia feverish as well. Feverish with
desire for more from this woman's tongue. She now understood
the true nature of Kathleen's dream. This was the kiss she had
Kathleen took the hardened clit between her lips and
sucked on it, feeling Olivia's body respond to her efforts. She
knew she was driving her lover insane with orgasmic feelings.
Looking up for a moment, she studied Olivia as she sucked.
Olivia was playing with her own breasts, moaning and tossing
her head back and forth, keeping time with each new cascading
The breakers crashing across Olivia's small frame were
reflected in Kathleen's. With her face pressed tightly between
Olivia's legs, Kathleen was free to use both hands to attend to
her own needs. There were few women as uniquely tuned to
their own bodies as Kathleen, and few could bring themselves to
the edge of orgasm as quickly. It wasn't long before both women
were again teetering on the edge.
Then in a burst of fire, Olivia came with sighs and
squeals. Kathleen was rewarded for her efforts with the nectar
of Olivia's orgasm. A sweet treat she savored as her dream
"Yes, yes, oh yes." Olivia kept gasping as her body
surrendered to the forces radiating from her pussy.
Two or three heartbeats later, Kathleen's body also
erupted in a similar conflagration and both women rocked back
and forth in the embrace of Aphrodite for what seemed like an
eternity. Then Olivia fell back on the bed exhausted, Kathleen
collapsed alongside it in a comparable state.
The morning found the two of them along side each
other on the bed, naked and enjoying the warmth of each other's
body. Twice during the night they had awakened, and they had
made love again both times.
"Good morning," Olivia said as she leaned over and
kissed Kathleen softly.
"Good morning yourself," Kathleen smiled back as she
responded to the kiss.
"Last night was amazing," Olivia said softly as she ran
her hand alongside the younger woman's face.
"It was, wasn't it," Kathleen laughed, "and this morning
wasn't that bad either." she added.
Olivia laughed too. Technically, she had to agree, the
third time they'd made love it had indeed been morning.
"So where do we go from here?" Olivia asked as she sat
up, the sheet that had covered her breasts falling from around
"Where do you think we go?" Kathleen asked in turn,
lifting herself up with similar results.
"I'm not sure," came her reply.
"Well do you see me moving in here and the two of us
living happily ever after?" Kathleen asked.
Olivia took a long look at the young woman she had
spent the night with having the maddest, most passionate sex of
her life with. But, try as she might, she couldn't imagine a life
with her. It would lead to so many complications that she didn't
think she could deal with. Feeling just a little bit selfish at that
thought she averted her eyes rather than look into Kathleen's.
"Hey!" Kathleen said in a voice louder than expected as
she reached out and took Olivia's face by the chin, lifting it back
upward. "Don't start going all regretful on me."
"I don't feel regretful," Olivia said, "It's just that I don't… I
"That you don't see the two of us as a couple," Kathleen
said, finishing the sentence for her.
Olivia's silence said that was exactly what she meant.
"And that's fine," Kathleen grinned, "cause believe me, I
"No, I don't," Kathleen repeated and then added after a
beat, "What made you think that I did?"
"I just thought, well you did say you'd fantasized about
me for long time."
"About fucking you," Kathleen laughed, "not showing up
the next day with a moving van holding everything I own."
"Oh," Olivia said, surprised how that single word could
hold both relief and disappointment.
Silence held sway for a long moment as Kathleen swung
her legs over the side and stood up, looking around the floor for
where she left her clothes. Then she remembered they had all
been left downstairs.
"So where do we go from here?" Olivia asked, repeating
"Well, if you're talking about the very immediate future,"
Kathleen said as she turned back to Olivia, "I would think a
shower would be in order. I don't want to speak for you, but I
definitely need one."
It wasn't until she sat back on the bed and took her hand
that Olivia realized that Kathleen was making a joke.
"Seriously," she smiled as she held her softly, "we don't
go anywhere that you don't want to. Like I said, I don't see us as
a couple, but I do see the two of us as friends, and if you like,
friends with benefits."
"Then we could do this again?"
"Baby, do you think that I'm going to let a hot piece of
ass like you get away from me?" Kathleen said, leaning in to
kiss her again. "I'd have to be out of my mind. Unless of course I
was wrong about Carol going that way, but you're pretty certain
of that aren't you?"
This time Olivia knew she was being played with and just
nodded her head that she was.
"Well in that case, I guess I'll have to settle for you,"
"But what am I going to do about Ray?" Olivia asked,
the thought of giving up cock for good suddenly seeming quite
"Fuck Ray!" Kathleen said.
"I'm not sure I could give up men …"
"You're not getting it," Kathleen smiled. "I said fuck Ray,
and anyone else you want to. I'm hardly a paragon of exclusivity
and I hardly expect you to be either."
"Then I can…"
"Have your cock and eat pussy too," Kathleen grinned.
"I don't know what else to say."
"Well, you can sit there and think about that if you want,"
Kathleen said as she again climbed off the bed. "I wasn't kidding
about what I said before about needing a shower."
She took a few steps toward the master bathroom, then
stopped and turned when she got to the door.
"If you like, you can join me and wash my back," she
smiled. "And if you are good, I've even let you wash my front."
she added before slipping inside, leaving the door open.
The open door was symbolic of many things, and it didn't
take Olivia long to decide that she wasn't going to let it close with
her on the other side.
(c) Ann Douglas 2007
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