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Roommates
By Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
***
Roommates become lovers. (FF, cons)
**
Jenny Reed balanced the small bag of groceries on one
arm as she worked the lock to the apartment door with
her free hand. The twenty-four year old nurse had gone
out two hours earlier to see a movie with a co-worker,
only to have her cancel at the last minute. So rather
than go alone, she'd stopped at the market for munchies
and planned to crash on the couch and watch some old
movies on AMC.
"Just as well," Jenny thought as she stepped into the
semi-dark apartment and clicked on the closest light,
"after three double shifts this week I really wasn't in
that much of a mood to go out anyway."
The five foot six brunette dropped the brown bag on the
kitchen countertop and sat on one of the tall stools
pushed up against it. She took a deep breath and looked
around the apartment.
"I really love this place," she reminded herself as she
started to unpack the bag. "I was so lucky to see
Diane's advertisement."
Diane was Diane Bennett, her roommate and also a nurse.
Jenny had seen the posting for a roommate on the
hospital's intercity bulletin board and had immediately
called about it. It seemed too good to be true and she
was ecstatic when she found that it was.
Jenny worked at Saint Clara's over in the Financial
District, whereas Diane was at Metro Hospital down by
the waterfront. The apartment was almost equidistant
from both.
It seemed that Diane had a falling out with her
previous roommate and was looking for someone quick to
help with the rent, that was already past due. She
wasn't so desperate however, she'd said on the phone,
to rent out the vacant half of the apartment without
meeting Jenny first. They had agreed to have Jenny come
over after her shift and see if they hit it off.
**
Five minutes after Jenny walked through the door, it
was as if they'd known each other for years. That they
were both in the same profession played a big factor,
plus the fact that they were only two years apart in
age with Diane being the older. By the time they'd
finished the dinner that the blond had scrounged
together, they had worked out all of the details except
how soon Jenny could move in.
Jenny was curious as to why Diane and her previous
roommate had parted company so abruptly, but wasn't
about to be so impolite as to ask. It there was
something she should know, the short haired brunette
figured she'd find out soon enough. After two months of
sharing the place, Jenny concluded that the problem
must've been with the old roommate because she and
Diane were getting along better every day.
**
"I really shouldn't be eating any of this stuff," the
slim girl told herself as she looked over the tasty
treasures she'd brought home, "but what the hell, I'll
just do another half hour on the treadmill."
She'd just poured herself a tall glass of milk to go
with the chocolate chip cookies she'd opened when a
sudden noise caught her attention. A noise from the
back of the apartment.
Diane had told her she was going out on a date, so
Jenny hadn't called out when she came through the door.
The noise had come from the direction of Diane's
bedroom, giving the brunette a good idea what caused
it.
Just in case she was wrong, she reached behind the
counter and grabbed the baseball bat they kept there.
Jenny had grown up with four older brothers and wasn't
the type to run every time something went bump in the
night.
Cautiously, she moved across the living room, guiding
her way by the streetlight coming in the open windows.
When she got to the bedroom door, it was opened just a
crack. Holding the bat steady, she pushed it open just
enough to look in.
"I was right," Jenny grinned as she brought the bat
down. "Looks like they decided on indoor sports
instead."
In the dim light, Jenny could just about make out the
nude form of her blond haired roommate. She was sure
Diane would've said hello if she'd seen her, except
that her mouth was filled at the moment by her date's
cock. He was equally nude and stretched out across the
bed.
From the look of rapture on his face, Jenny figured
that Diane was about to make his night. Sure enough,
the black bearded young man let out an even louder
groan that the one which had first caught Jenny's
attention.
A moment later, Diane pulled her mouth from his cock.
Quick enough to keep from swallowing his load, but not
fast enough to keep it from splashing across her face.
It must've been a while since Diane's date had last
climaxed, Jenny thought, because the result of this one
was certainly abundant. At least that was her
professional opinion.
Quietly backing away from the bedroom door, Jenny
decided to head back out and take in that movie after
all. No sense in embarrassing Diane by letting her know
she had seen her. Things like that happened when you
shared an apartment, so why rock the boat if you didn't
have to.
So much in a rush to leave, Jenny forgot all about her
snack on the countertop until it was too late to do
anything about it. When she came home again a few hours
later, she found it all cleaned up.
**
It was a rare Saturday morning when both nurses were
off, but the next morning happened to be one of them.
Even though she had awakened a half hour before, Jenny
waited until she was sure Diane's overnight guest had
left before she got out of bed and headed for the
kitchen. When she opened the door to her bedroom, the
smell of freshly cooked ham and eggs filled the air.
"Good morning," Diane said with a wide smile as Jenny
walked into the kitchen. "You're timing is perfect,
breakfast is just about ready."
The bathrobe clad brunette looked down at the table to
see coffee and orange juice already waiting for her.
She was also glad to see there were only two place
settings.
"You didn't have to go to all this trouble," Jenny said
as she pulled up a stool. "All I really wanted was some
cereal and toast."
"Toast will be up in another minute," the pajama clad
blond smiled. "It's the least I can do after chasing
you out of the apartment last night. I found the snack
you made and Jason thought he saw someone look in on us
for a second, even if I didn't notice."
"Well you were a little occupied at the time," Jenny
smiled as she took a sip of her juice.
"Nevertheless, breakfast is the least I could do,"
Diane said as she emptied the contents of the frying
pan into each of their plates. "And it'll give us a
chance to have a little talk. One that maybe we
should've had when you first moved in."
"Okay," Jenny replied as she tasted the eggs. "These
are delicious by the way."
"Thank you," Diane said as she sat down opposite Jenny.
"There's no way to ask this other than straight out, so
I'll just ask. I hope you're not considering moving out
after last night."
"What?" Jenny asked, putting her fork with an uneaten
piece of egg back on her plate. "What would give you a
silly idea like that?"
"Well it's just that we never really discussed how we
were going to handle each other's sex life. Overnight
guests and such." Diane said, a small look of worry
evident on her face. "I was a little afraid that it
might've bothered you."
"Why would you think that?" Jenny asked. "It's not like
either one of us imagined the other was living a life
of celibacy."
"Hardly that," Diane laughed, "but to be honest, that
was the reason my last roommate packed up and left."
The older girl could tell that statement surprised
Jenny.
"Maybe I should explain that a little more before you
imagine I was having wild orgies in the living room,"
Diane said as she paused to sip her coffee.
Jenny popped the egg on her folk into her mouth,
figuring that continuing to eat was the best way to
show she wasn't upset with Diane.
"At first, when she moved in a little over a year ago,
Lisa Marie and I got along really great. Almost as well
as you and I." she began with a broad smile. "Lisa was
a librarian over at Saint Matthew's College and about
six weeks before you moved in, she began to get really
involved with this conservative Christian group. Now
I'm not the most liberal person in the world on some
things and I like to think that I get along with most
religions, but these people made Pat Robinson look like
Bill Clinton."
Jenny continued to listen silently, sipping her coffee.
"The next thing I know, Lisa is lecturing me about my
lifestyle, calling me a whore and telling me that I was
going to burn in hell," Diane continued. "Finally I
couldn't take it anymore and told her to mind her own
goddamn business. The next morning she packed her bags
and stormed out."
"Well," Jenny smiled, "You won't have to worry about me
trying to invoke the wrath of the prophets down on you.
I'm a firm believer in everyone living their own life
however they want."
"You don't know how happy I am to hear that," Diane
said with obvious relief. "I'd hate to loose you as a
roomie or a friend. I thought when you saw Jason and I
..."
"Well to be honest," Jenny interrupted, "that wasn't
the first time I walked in on you and someone."
Diane's expression turned to curiosity.
"It was, I think, maybe the second week after I moved
in," Jenny explained. "I stopped by to pick up a change
of uniform because I was going to work an extra shift.
When I opened the door, I saw you and a rather muscular
black man somewhat occupied on the couch. I wouldn't
have ever even mentioned it except to show that neither
that or last night bothered me."
Diane actually blushed at the thought that Jenny had
seen her with Martin Rogers, one of the new interns at
Metro. He'd given her a lift home after a long day and
she'd invited him up for coffee. One thing led to
another and they found themselves doing the nasty on
the living room couch.
"We definitely should work out a system for this,"
Diane said as her color returned to normal.
"Simple solutions are usually the best," Jenny
suggested. "I think if we just keep it confined to our
own rooms it'll work out just fine."
"Sounds like a good idea," Diane replied.
"Then I guess we should finish eating this before it
gets too cold," Jenny said, "unless there's something
else you want to talk about."
Jenny was sure Diane was going to say something for a
moment, the blond had that sort of look on her face.
Instead she suddenly turned her head at the sound of
the toast popping up in the toaster.
"I'll get that," she said instead.
Thinking the discussion now over, Jenny went back to
her breakfast, glad that they had worked everything
out.
**
Three times over the next month, Diane had overnight
guests. True to their agreement, she made sure all her
more boisterous activities were confined to the
bedroom. Jenny even had her own boyfriend over one
night, just to show Diane that she wasn't being
judgmental in not having had him over before.
Normally, if she was going to sleep with Mark Kelly,
she preferred it to be at his apartment. They had a
pretty casual relationship and they both liked it that
way. Neither was looking for anything more than
occasional company. Just someone to go out with once
now and then and keep overly helpful relatives from
constantly trying to fix them up.
By not having him stay over her own apartment, Jenny
felt she had greater control over their relationship.
She explained this to Diane after his first, and so far
only, sleepover. She said she understood, but Jenny
didn't think she really did.
**
The days turned to weeks and the two of them went on
with their lives. Jenny was home alone one afternoon
cleaning the apartment and decided to reorganize the
hall closet to try and squeeze a little more out of a
rapidly shrinking storage space.
Pulling a shoebox from the back of the top shelf, Jenny
lost her grip on it and dropped it to the floor. The
box had been full of cards and letters, as well as a
ripped envelope of photographs. A few of the pictures
tumbled out and as Jenny picked them up, she could see
they were of a tropical island.
Months before, contrary to what she had originally told
Diane, Jenny had been very concerned after she had
walked in on Diane and Martin Rogers. Concerned enough
to call a close friend who also worked at Metro and ask
her to lunch with the intention of finding out more
about her new roommate.
Cynthia McKay had known Jenny since Nursing School and
was more than happy to answer her questions. She
assured her that Diane was a really good person and she
had nothing to worry about.
"That's good to hear," Jenny had said, relieved that
she wouldn't have to move out of that great apartment.
"I was afraid for a moment that I had moved in with
some kind of wild woman."
"If I didn't know the whole story, I might've thought
the same thing," Cynthia replied. "Maybe I should fill
you in."
Jenny leaned forward, now even more curious about her
new roommate.
"Evidently, Diane met someone last year. Someone she
fell head over heels for. No one ever met the guy, but
it was obvious to anyone who knew her that she was
deeply in love. They even went away together to some
romantic resort down in the Caribbean."
Jenny was greatly surprised to learn that Diane ever
had a serious relationship. From what she'd seen and
heard so far, she would've guessed that the length of
her average relationship could've been measured in days
if not hours.
"Something happened during that vacation," Cynthia
continued. "I can only assume they had a break up and
from the way Diane acted when she came back to work,
I'd have to say it was a bad one."
"Poor Diane," Jenny said, feeling genuinely sorry for
her.
"After that, she just started having a lot of purely
physical relationships, never letting anyone get too
close," Cynthia concluded.
**
Holding the box in her hands, Jenny knew all of these
were from that broken relationship. Of course there was
no question of her looking at any of the cards or
letters. That would be too much of an invasion of
Diane's privacy. The pictures, on the other hand, were
something else. The envelope was already torn open and
most of them were loose.
It was a small ethical dilemma and Jenny was so curious
about what Mr. Wrong looked like that her moral compass
failed. It would take more will power that she
possessed at that moment to put the pictures back
without at least taking a little peak.
Giving in to the curiosity that was consuming her,
Jenny took the envelope and moved to the living room
couch. Sitting down, she took three dozen photos from
it and began to flip through them.
"It certainly was a beautiful island," Jenny said to
herself as she went through the first few images.
They were the type of pictures people normally took on
vacations. The ocean view, buildings in the resort,
various other guests. From what she could see, it was
the kind of place Jenny wished she could afford to go
to.
More pics showed Diane at the beach and to Jenny's
surprise, it was a nude beach. Like all the other
people in the picture, Diane was totally naked.
"I wish I had the nerve to do that," Jenny thought as
she looked at a close up of Diane. "Then again, if I
had a body as good as hers, the nerve would probably
come a lot easier.
In truth, it was a flimsy excuse. Jenny might've had a
few unwanted pounds, but she was far from having a body
that would look awkward on a beach, nude or otherwise.
"Hmm, no pictures of Mr. Wrong so far," the brunette
noted. "I guess he was too bashful to be photographed
in the buff. But he made sure he got plenty of pictures
of Diane."
So intent on finding a picture of Diane's boyfriend,
Jenny hadn't noticed that there hadn't been any men in
any of the photographs. The reason for that suddenly
became apparent.
"Oh my God!" Jenny exclaimed when she turned to the
next picture.
In it, a still nude Diane was in the arms of a tall,
equally nude brunette. Their lips were locked together
in a kiss that Jenny was sure any guy would've died
for. The passion of their embrace was evident even in
the two-dimensional photo. Sorting back through the
previous dozen images, Jenny realized that the woman
was also in most of them as well.
Standing with Diane at the airport. Seated next to her
at dinner or at the bar. Further in the pile was
another photograph of the two in very revealing evening
dresses. Diane was standing behind the brunette with
her arms wrapped around her. The joy on her face lit up
the picture. This picture had a few lines written on
the back. Allison - San Cristobal - Scarlett's Cove.
"Her boyfriend was a girlfriend!" Jenny said, stating
aloud what was obvious from the photographs.
Jenny sat there in silence after that, looking at the
photos over and over. Looking at a close up of Diane's
former lover, Jenny suddenly realized that there was a
more than superficial resemblance between the girl and
herself. Both had the same hair color although Jenny
had cut hers short after high school and never let it
grow back. Their builds were also pretty close, yet she
didn't seem to be bothered by those extra pounds that
Jenny always seemed to be so aware of.
Moving on to a photo of the two of them topless, Jenny
thought that even their breasts were similar, even
though the woman in the photograph had much larger
nipples.
**
"Did the fact that I look like Allison have anything to
do with Diane being so eager for me to move in?" the
young twenty-four year old asked herself as she
remembered how enthusiastic Diane had been about her
moving in when they first met.
At the time, Diane had given the reason as the already
overdue rent. Now, with these pictures in front of her,
Jenny was beginning to wonder.
Mentally she rehashed the last few months, searching
for some sign that Diane had any intent in her other
than someone to share the rent. Coming up with none,
she finally decided she was just being foolish.
The chimes of the clock reminded her that the subject
of her musings was due home in less than half an hour.
She carefully put the photographs back as she found
them and put the box and all it's contents back in the
closet. Then, as quick as she could, she moved
everything she had taken out of the closet back as
well.
**
"Jenny, I'm home!" Diane called out as she usually did
when she walked in the door twenty minutes later, a
large bag of Chinese take out in her hands.
Jenny had just made it back to the couch as she heard
the door being opened. Grabbing a magazine off the
coffee table, she tried to act relaxed as Diane backed
into the room.
"Is something wrong?" Diane asked as she took note of
the strange look on her roommate's face.
"What could be wrong?" Jenny said.
"Nothing I guess," Diane replied. "Well anyway, I hope
you're hungry cause I have a ton of food." she added as
she dropped two large bags on the coffee table. "I
stopped by Madame Cheng's and she kept piling different
dishes into the bag. Half the stuff I didn't even
order, but she kept telling me I'd love it."
Ever since Madame Cheng had spent some time at Metro
Hospital under Diane's care, the older woman had
practically adopted the young nurse. It was now
impossible for Diane to order the simplest of meals and
not walk out with at least a half dozen entrees.
"I'll get the plates," Jenny said as she jumped off the
sofa and stepped into the kitchen, leaving Diane to
unpack the collection of small white containers.
"Let's eat at the coffee table," Diane said. "I just
want to stretch out and watch a movie. It's been one of
those days."
"Any channel in particular?" Jenny asked since she was
the closest to the remote as she laid out two settings
on the table.
"No, just turn on any movie station, something should
be coming on in the next ten minutes," Diane replied,
knowing that most of them started a new movie at the
top of the hour. If it's not something we like then
we'll just surf them all."
One of the benefits of Diane's rather relaxed sexual
mores was that while they only paid for basic cable,
their box carried every station available. It was
amazing how grateful the young technician who had done
the installation had been when Diane had given him a
quick blowjob.
**
The two girls curled up on opposite ends of the couch
and began to feast on various Chinese delicacies and
soda. They watched the last minutes of the movie that
was just ending, then an ad for the next film appeared
on the screen.
"Oh, I love this one," Diane said as she took a bite of
shrimp, covered in lobster sauce. "I haven't seen it in
a long time."
Jenny had never seen the film but knew what it was
about. It had created a small stir when it had
originally appeared in the theatres. It was the first
film by a major studio to deal with the subject of
lesbianism and bisexuality in professional women's
sports. The basic storyline was about a young runner
who drifts into an affair with an older athlete.
Any other time, Jenny wouldn't have cared what film
they watched. God knows she had picked some real
winners that Diane never complained about. But right
now, a film about bisexuality was the last thing she
needed. Still, she couldn't exactly tell Diane to pick
another film without explaining why.
**
As the film went on, Jenny found herself studying her
roommate more than what was on the television screen.
She kept recalling the pictures of Diane and her ex-
girlfriend, finding it impossible to get them out of
her mind. More so when the two main characters in the
movie began to become intimate. In her mind's eye,
Jenny replaced the two actresses with Diane and
Allison. A visualization of all the things the
photographs didn't show.
**
A few days later, Jenny was working a noon to eight
shift at Saint Clara's when she noticed the nurse?s
station was low on a few non-medical supplies. Since it
was a slow evening and there were two others at the
station, she decided to stretch her legs and go to the
supply closet herself. The normal practice was to send
one of the junior nurses.
The supply closet itself was something of a misleading
description as it was actually a large L shaped room at
the far end of the floor. The supplies the nurse?s
station needed were in the back of the room and Jenny
had to use the small stepladder kept there to reach
them. Since they were scattered on different shelves,
it took a few minutes to gather them all.
As she got off the ladder, Jenny heard voices from the
front of the supply room. It was pretty unusual to have
more than one person in the locked room on the day
shift, and almost unheard of at night. Then she
remembered rumors about the empty room sometimes being
used as a place for nocturnal trysts. Her curiosity
piqued, Jenny quietly moved down to where the L shaped
room bent. A set of shelves extended a few feet beyond
that so she could see who it was and what they might be
doing, and at the same time stay hidden from their
view.
Jenny felt a little disappointment when she saw that
the new arrivals were Doris Blake, the nursing
supervisor on the day shift and Kathy Young, a recent
addition to the staff. It was pretty obvious to Jenny
that Kathy was about to get one of Doris's legendary
lectures. Talks that the shift supervisor preferred to
give in private. Having twice been on the receiving end
of those lectures when she had first started at Saint
Clara's, Jenny certainly didn't envy the younger girl.
Still, she was curious as to what exactly the twenty-
one year old had done to merit a lecture and moved a
little closer to hear what Doris was saying. It turned
out to be nothing like Jenny could ever have imagined.
" ... you actually fucked him," Jenny heard the forty-
one year old redhead say, unable to believe the words
coming out of the senior nurse's mouth.
"You knew I had something going with Doctor Richards
and you still took him to your bed," Doris went on, her
voice filled with a touch of anger.
Thomas Richards was a senior member of the hospital
staff. A good looking man in his early fifties, Jenny
remembered, with a nice sense of humor, Then she also
remembered that he was quite married as well. Evidently
he didn't take that seriously either.
"It didn't take much to get him there," Kathy was now
saying, "so maybe you should be rethinking your
relationship with him. From what I've heard, I'm not
the first one either."
Jenny was shocked to discover that both women were
sleeping with the good doctor. They were such different
women, she thought as she compared the both of them.
Obviously, Dr. Richards was one of those men who tried
to screw anything in a skirt.
Aside from the difference in their ages, Doris was a
slightly heavyset woman. Her most noticeable feature,
as Jenny heard a few of the men on the floor comment
many times, were a pair of 38DD breasts. Kathy on the
other hand, was a tall, slim, small-breasted black girl
with light coffee skin.
"I trusted you," Doris was saying, leading the
eavesdropping Jenny to wonder why the older woman would
share such a secret with a girl half her age. "I can't
believe I trusted you..."
Kathy remained silent, letting Doris continue.
"... and I can't believe that I went to bed with you
too. That I even licked your pussy. I must've been
drunk out of my mind."
"What did she say?" Jenny asked herself, sure that
she'd heard it wrong.
"Oh you weren't that drunk," Kathy said with a knowing
smile, "and you didn't seem to have a complaint while
you were doing it. In fact, you seemed to pretty much
enjoy it ."
Now it was Doris's turn to stand silent as she didn't
seem to be able to contest Kathy's claim. Something
that Kathy already knew. A very close friend from
school had spent time on Doris's floor a year before.
She had given her a first hand account of both the
older woman's insatiable preference for cunnilingus and
the way she always acted if it had been her first time
afterwards.
"Tell you what," Kathy said as she moved even closer to
Doris. "Why don't you just forget about Doctor
Richards. After spending a night with him, I can
honestly say you wouldn't be missing much. Since our
shift is almost over, what say we go back to my
apartment and I'll give you a nice all over massage. In
fact, this time I'll even go down on you. I'm sure
you'd like that."
Doris seemed to be seriously considering the
proposition as Kathy leaned over and, wrapping her arms
around the older woman, kissed her on the lips. At the
same time the younger woman cupped one of Doris's large
breasts and massaged her nipple through the stiff
starched material of her nurse's uniform.
From her vantage point and since they were standing
right under one of the overhead lights, Jenny could see
the dark skinned girl's tongue slide right into the
Supervisor's mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Kathy took Doris's lack of protest
as consent and told her she'd meet her in the parking
lot in ten minutes. Doris paused for a breath then
agreed. Finally the two exited the supply closet,
leaving Jenny alone, still unable to believe what she
had just witnessed.
"Unbelievable?" Jenny said to the empty room. "Doris
and Kathy, who'd have ever believed it?"
What she left unsaid, even to herself, was the fact
that just the brief exchange had left her as excited as
she'd been in a long time. She waited a few minutes to
be sure they had gone on their way, then followed them
out the door.
**
Back at the nurse?s station, Jenny happened to be
glancing out the window that overlooked the parking lot
when Doris exited the building. She watched as the
older woman, who she knew normally took the bus home,
walked instead to an old red sedan and got it. The
driver of the car wasn't visible, but she knew it was
Kathy. To anyone else, it was just one co-worker giving
another a lift home.
For the rest of her shift, she couldn't get the
knowledge of what they were doing at that very moment
from her mind. The nurses had a locker room and shower
that she'd shared many times with both women. So it
wasn't hard to form realistic images of them doing what
Kathy had suggested.
By the time she was ready to go home, even she had to
admit that her body was in a state of arousal. She
refused to consider, however, that it was possibly due
to the thought of the two women, or even her earlier
discovery about Diane. No, it all had to be due, she
told herself, to the fact that it had been too long
since she'd taken care of her own sexual needs.
A problem that would be solved in a few hours anyway
since Mark was meeting her for a late dinner. As wound
up as she was, tonight was definitely going to be
Mark's lucky night.
"Harder," Diane cried out as Mark drove his cock into
her once more, "Fuck me harder!"
It was the second time they'd fucked in an hour and
still Jenny didn't feel satisfied. They'd rushed
through dinner and breaking her normal rules, she took
him back to her apartment since it was closer than his.
"Faster," Jenny added to her encouragement as she rode
Mark's cock up and down in a female superior position,
her unrestrained mounds bouncing in every direction.
"I'm going to come," Mark warned as she dropped her
body down once more.
"Not yet!" Jenny responded as she added to her
gyrations, trying to catch up.
For some reason, despite both their considerable
efforts, Jenny had been unable to reach a climax during
their first attempt. Now it looked like her lover was
going to finish without her a second time.
"Wait!" she cried out futilely, rolling her body off
his in an attempt to forestall his orgasm.
But it was too late, Mark was too far gone. Even
without her attentions, his now freed cock jerked in
the throes of orgasm, splashing drops of whiteness
across his prone body.
"Fuck!" Jenny said in anger as she looked into Mark's
smiling face as he dropped his head back and closed his
eyes in satisfaction.
She knew that there was no way, despite what he might
brag to his friends, that he was going to be able to go
at it a third try any time soon. The best she could now
hope for was to finish herself off with her hand. She
knew that , if experience was any indication, Mark
would be asleep in minutes.
"Just fucking wonderful," Jenny said as she dropped
down alongside the already sleeping Mark. "If I wanted
to get myself off I'd have done it already.
**
Twenty minutes later, Jenny was still wide-awake when
she heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.
Looking at the clock, she realized Diane would've
gotten home from her late shift a half hour ago. For a
change, she had been the one too involved to hear the
other come in.
Then Jenny remembered that in her haste to get to the
bedroom, she had forgotten to turn on the red
nightlight in the living room. It was the signal they
had agreed on to let the other know they had an
overnight guest. Just so they didn't run into him while
half dressed in the middle of the night. In Diane's
case it was a distinct possibility as she usually slept
either nude or pretty close to it.
"Guess I'd better warn her," Jenny thought, figuring
that she really should wash herself off as well.
Normally, she would've done that already but was so mad
at the world that she hadn't.
**
Draped in only a T-shirt, Jenny stood at the bathroom
door and was about to knock when it opened from within.
Standing there in the doorway was Diane, totally nude
but for a pair of small red panties.
"Jenny," Diane said in surprise, "is there something
wrong?"
The short haired brunette didn't seem to hear the
words. The sight of Diane's nude body took her breath
away in a way she couldn't explain. Logically it made
no sense, after all she's seen her roommate in various
stages of dress and undress uncounted dozens of times.
Not to mention all the women whose bodies she had seen
in a professional capacity. It wouldn't come to her
until later that this was the first time she had looked
at another woman in the way she looked at a man.
"Jenny, is something wrong?" Diane repeated, sure that
the frozen face and strange look in her eyes signified
that there was.
"Wrong?" Jenny repeated, her eyes never leaving the
valley of Diane's breasts. "No, nothings wrong," she
quickly said as she regained her composure. "I just
wanted to tell you that I forgot to leave the
nightlight on and that Mark is staying over. I didn't
want you to bump into him in the middle of the night if
the two of you got up at the same time. I mean the way
you sleep and ..."
Diane cut Jenny off with a wave of her hand, saying not
to worry about it. It was the first time since she had
met her, she thought, to see Jenny go so flustered or
talk so excitedly. She had to wonder why her roommate,
who up to now seemed totally normal, was now staring at
her so strangely. "Jenny, is there something else
you're not telling me?" Diane asked, having the feeling
that there was.
"No, I mean yes," Jenny replied in the same excited
voice.
"Honey, whatever it is, it's okay," the older blond
insisted.
"I looked at your pictures," Jenny blurted out.
"What pictures?" Diane asked.
"The pictures from Scarlett's Cove," Jenny went on.
"The ones with you and Allison. I was cleaning the
closet and the box fell and I ..."
"... and you were curious and looked at them," Diane
finished her sentence. "It's okay, I would probably
have done the same thing."
When her words of assurance didn't change the funny
look on Jenny's face, Diane's old fear returned. The
contents of the photos might've been enough to change
Jenny's mind about rooming together.
"Jenny, did those pictures upset you?" she asked. "That
fact that I had a girlfriend?"
"They did upset me," Jenny answered, causing the
worried look on Diane's face to grow more intense, "but
not the way you think."
"I don't understand," Diane replied.
"They made me realize that..." Jenny said. "I mean at
first I didn't understand, I didn't want to understand,
but ..."
"Jenny, you have to slow down," Diane said. "You're not
making sense."
Jenny paused for a heartbeat, then decided that she
just didn't have the words to say what she wanted to
say. So she did the next best thing.
Grabbing Diane's shoulders, Jenny unexpectedly pulled
the other girl close and kissed her. A kiss that
contained all the passion she was capable of.
Diane was totally stunned by the unexpected turn of
events and the press of Jenny's lips against her own.
Yet her disorientation lasted but a moment as she
responded to the kiss in a like manner.
Both of them stood speechless for a few seconds after
they broke the kiss. Until Diane broke the silence.
"Was that it?" Diane asked, thinking that seeing the
photographs of her and Allison had awakened some
curiosity in Jenny. "Or is there something else we need
to talk about?"
"I'm in love with you," Jenny responded, her voice now
strong and self assured.
"You sound very sure," Diane commented, noting the
change in her tone.
"I am," was her simple reply.
"Then we definitely need to talk," Diane replied. "But
before we do, I think you should be doing something
else first."
"Something else?"
"Don't you think you should send Mark home?" Diane
suggested.
"Oh my God," Jenny said, raising her hand to her mouth.
"I forgot all about Mark."
"I kind of thought you had," A smiling Diane said as
Jenny turned and raced back to her room to do just
that.
**
Five minutes later, after a still sleepy and hastily
dressed Mark had been shown the door, Jenny joined
Diane on the couch. The two woman just stared at each
other for a few seconds, neither really sure how to
start. Then, Diane broke the impasse.
"Have you ever been in love with another girl before?"
she asked.
"Yes," Jenny admitted, "back in high school. Her name
was Nancy and she was my best friend."
"Did you and her ever ..." Diane started to ask, then
rephrased her question. "Did you ever tell her?"
"Not for a long time," Jenny replied, "and then when I
finally did, it was a disaster. She freaked out,
telling me that it was sick to think like that. She
stopped being my friend after I told her."
"I hope she didn't tell anyone else why you stopped
being friends," Diane commented.
"Oh God, that would've been terrible," Jenny said as if
she was only now considering that possibility. "We
lived in such a small town. Practically everyone knew
everyone else. We went away to different colleges after
that so we really didn't see each other again. I heard
she's married now with three kids already."
"No one after that?" Diane asked.
"No, I really tried to block it all out of my mind
after that," Jenny answered. "I didn't want anyone to
think I was some kind of freak or anything."
"Allison was the first girl I ever fell in love with,"
Diane offered, "and to be honest, my first reaction
wasn't that much different than your friend's. I
thought there was something really wrong with me. I'd
been with men before, after all, I was hardly a virgin.
Yet Allison and I connected on a level that I never
felt before. I finally realized that it was the person
I had fallen in love with, not her gender and that made
it easier to accept."
"That's how I felt about Nancy," Jenny said, surprised
that they had come to the same conclusion
independently.
"I think a lot of women come to that conclusion," Diane
said, "but more just try to bury it within themselves
and conform to what society considers normal."
"Some do that with a vengeance," Jenny added.
"Yes, I do seem to have gone a little overboard," Diane
grinned, "haven't I?"
"Maybe just a little," Jenny smiled back.
**
Another awkward pause filled the air for a few long
seconds, only to be broken this time by Jenny. She
asked the question she had been thinking since she had
confessed to Diane that she was in love with her.
"Do you think you could ever fall in love with me?"
Diane bust out laughing, a laugh both involuntary and
loud.
"No, I didn't mean that the way it came out," Diane
said as she got her laughter back under control. "I
just didn't expect that question, that's all."
"And you found the question funny?" Jenny asked,
already regretting having asked it.
"Not the question," Diane said as she took Jenny's hand
in hers and kissed it, "the situation."
"I don't understand," a now confused Jenny said.
"I starting falling in love with you the day you showed
up on my doorstep," her blond haired roommate said. "At
first, I told myself that it was because you look
enough like Allison to almost be her sister. Then, the
more we got to know each other, I began to realize that
my feelings for you are even stronger than those I had
for Allison. Yet at the same time, I was afraid to say
anything because I didn't think those feelings would be
reciprocal. I kept trying to bury those feelings by
sleeping with almost any guy I knew."
Back in school, Jenny had heard the condition described
as Don Juanism. Gay men denying their attraction to
other men by dating multitudes of women. Try as she
could, the brunette couldn't remember if there was a
similar term for women in the same situation.
"So where do we go from here?" Jenny finally asked.
"You, I think, go to the shower," Diane said, drawing
attention to the fact that Jenny still carried the
after scent of her earlier lovemaking with Mark, "but
if you ask real nicely, I think I might be talked into
washing your back for you. Maybe even a few more parts
of your body too."
**
Jenny tilted back her head as she let the warm waters
wash over her body. Her arms held the two small metal
rails on the opposite ends of the shower. The tenant
who had the apartment prior to Diane had been an
elderly man and had the supports installed to help him
keep his balance. The twenty-four year old was sure he
never envisioned the use they were now being put to.
The brunette closed her eyes as Diane pressed her body
tight against hers, running her hands up and down
Jenny's soapy body. The blond kissed her neck as she
also squeezed her breasts, playing with the nipples
until they became hard and erect.
Diane's hands continued to slide down along her
roommate's slippery flesh, across her stomach and to
her hips. Jenny responded by spreading her legs wide,
giving Diane easy access to the light brown patch
between them.
Access Diane was quick to take advantage of as her
fingers stroked the wet mound, a touch that Jenny felt
to the core of her being. A second hand glided across
the brunette's ass, drawing soapy circles across the
smooth flesh.
"Oh Diane," Jenny moaned as the older girl tilted her
head back and softly kissed her on the lips.
Letting go of the supports, Jenny turned around and
threw her arms around Diane. She kissed her hard this
time, her tongue pressing deep inside her mouth. A
second and third kiss followed as she rubbed her
breasts against Diane's, their hard nipples colliding
with an electric touch.
An attraction that drew Jenny's attention as she closed
her mouth over Diane's dark areola and began to massage
it with her tongue. A rush of excitement filled her, a
preview of what was to come as she moved on to the
second of the large mounds.
Diane ran her hands through Jenny's wet hair and then
down her back, wiping away some of the soapy residue.
She reached up to the plastic hand held showerhead and
removed it from its brace. Resting one hand on one of
the supports, she washed the last of the soap off of
both their bodies.
Showerhead still in hand, Diane lowered it to a point
where the massaging jets of water were aimed right
between Jenny's legs. The pulsating bursts danced
across her most sensitive spots, acting like a dozen
tiny fingers.
"Oh yeah," Jenny said loudly as she enjoyed the wet
touch, opening her mouth to reluctantly abandon Diane's
breasts.
"I thought you'd like that," Diane laughed as she
raised the aim of the jets so that they played across
Jenny's breasts as well.
The two nurses continued to play with each other,
covering their bodies with soft and hard touches as
well as a multitude of wet kisses. Jenny raised one leg
to the small shelf that ran the length of the shower as
Diane dropped down to her knees. The blond reached down
with one hand and stroked her own mound as her other
hand parted the soft folds of Jenny's sex. An opening
that was quickly filled by her tongue.
In all the times she had fantasized about it, Jenny had
never imagined that having a woman fuck her with her
tongue would feel so good. Men had made her feel good
in this way, but nothing like this.
Faster and faster, Diane's tongue moved up and down
Jenny's pussy, adding to the exhilarating touch of her
fingers against her clit. Blazing embers of passion
raged across her body, starting a fire that would soon
become a conflagration.
The water from the overhead shower had begun to cool,
but the heat radiating from Jenny's flesh was such that
she barely noticed it. Her whole world had quickly
contracted to the point where it only included Diane's
magic tongue and the delights it was capable of
producing.
"Oh God, oh God, Oh my God!" Jenny gasped as her body
suddenly exploded in a plenitude of Sapphic induced
raptures.
Her body quaked and her legs grew week. Only a firm
grip on the support bars helped keep her standing. It
was an orgasm of memorable proportions, one she would
remember always.
**
"I love you, Diane," Jenny said as her roommate stood
back up and the brunette wrapped her arms around her.
"No one has ever made me feel that way."
"I love you too, Jen," Diane said as she lightly kissed
her and then reached behind the other girl to shut off
the now cold water. "But let's move this to someplace a
little warmer."
"No problem," Jenny said, full of an eagerness to make
Diane feel as good as she did right now. "Your bed or
mine?"
END
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