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Class of '92
by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
***
High school reunion turns into unexpected pleasure when
only friends meet up. (FF)
***
Rachel Spenser was enjoying herself at the 10th reunion
of the Class of '92. When she had first received the
invitation to the celebration a few weeks back, the
twenty-eight year old had tossed it aside with a mental
note to send back the small "Will not be attending"
card when she got a chance. Now she was glad it had
gotten lost among the bills.
It had been a good number of years since Rachel had
left East Monroe to go to school out in California. In
that time, she had only been back to visit her hometown
a handful of times. With her mother's funeral four
years before, even those rare trips had stopped.
One of the reasons the tiny town she had spent her
early life in occupied such a small place in her memory
was the fact that few people in East Monroe ever made
enough of an impression on her to be worth remembering.
Or at least that was the way it had seemed to her at
the time.
A feature reporter for the San Francisco Post for the
last five years, Rachel had been trying to land a cover
story in the weekend newsmagazine for the last nine
months. Opportunity seemed to land in her lap when her
Editor announced that he wanted to do a cover story on
high school reunions. Never one to let a chance for
advancement go by, Rachel had jumped on it, saying that
she thought it was a great idea and then, remembering
the invite sitting in the drawer at home, casually
mentioning that she was already going to her own
reunion in two weeks.
Her move had worked and instead of handing off the
assignment to Wendy Thomas, as he had been planning to
do, the Editor decided to give Rachel a shot at the
cover instead. A switch that the younger reporter had
been none too happy with. She saw Rachel as someone
who'd passed her peak already and should just get out
of the way of those younger and more capable.
Rachel had smiled at her younger competition when Wendy
offered what the older woman was sure were false
congratulations. Behind the twenty-four year old's
smile, Rachel was certain, was the hope that the older
woman would fall flat on her face with the assignment.
Maybe even hard enough to see her tossed from the
paper.
As she headed back to her own desk. Rachel considered
the idea that might very well be a real possibility. It
had been long years since she had talked to any of her
own schoolmates and even then she had hardly been on
the best of terms with many. What if she couldn't come
up with a winning story about any of them?
To her great surprise, people who she had hardly paid
any attention to back in school were overjoyed to
welcome her back. From their perspective, she was one
of the big success stories of the Class of '92. After
all, she had moved away from the small town and now
lived in San Francisco, working for one of the major
newspapers. Compared to most of their lives, that was
the big time indeed.
It was also interesting to see how some people had
changed physically over the years. Rachel worked hard
to keep herself in pretty much the same shape she'd
been in during high school and college, but it quickly
became obvious that not everyone had.
Jenny Wilson seemed the most extreme example. A
cheerleader back in the day, she had become the
stereotype of the bon-bon eating housewife, adding a
hundred pounds to her frame. Almost the reverse was
true for Michelle Berkey. Nicknamed Moose by some of
the less kind high school boys, she had shed half her
weight in the years since graduation.
Rachel had interviewed both of them and each seemed
equally overjoyed to have, if not the proverbial
fifteen minutes of fame, then their names in print.
During the brief chats with the two of them and others,
Rachel found herself answering almost as many questions
as she asked.
What was life like in San Francisco? Did she like being
a reporter? What famous people had she met? Did she
have a lot of boyfriends?
It was only the last question that Rachel tired of
answering. Her standard reply was that her career left
little time for an active social life. The reaction of
those she gave it to all seemed to be pretty much the
same. It was too bad than she hadn't been able to find
a man that could support her career plans as well. Then
again, as a few pointed out, weren't a lot of the men
in San Francisco the sort that didn't like women?
"Oh that is such a shame," Doris Lynch added as she
expressed that very sentiment once more as she asked
Rachel about her life on the West Coast.
Among the people she had interviewed so far, Rachel
remembered Doris quite well. One of those girls who had
to know everyone else's business, and then couldn't
wait to share it with anyone else. Giving her set reply
to the question, Rachel wondered how the gossip would
react if she answered more honestly: pointing out that
the large percentage of Gay men in San Francisco really
didn't bother her because truth be told, she had never
been the kind of woman who liked men either.
"She'd probably race for the microphone up on the stage
so she could announce it over the public address
system," Rachel thought, thinking that was the sort of
hot gossip that Doris would be unable to keep secret
for a minute.
That fact that she was a lesbian was something that
Rachel normally never gave a second thought to back
home. It was something she had come to realize back in
high school, even though she hadn't done anything about
it until college. It was simply who she was.
In the years since, she'd had three serious
relationships, the last of which had ended a year
before. She'd had a few dates since but nothing that
seemed to be going anywhere.
"I wonder if Doris is available?" Rachel laughed
silently to herself as she poured herself a glass of
punch and remembered what her former classmate had
looked like in the showers after gym. From the way she
filled out the dress she'd been wearing during their
interview, she still looked pretty much the same.
With the material already filling half her notepad,
Rachel was now confident she would be able to write the
kind of article her Editor was looking for. Now she
could relax and enjoy the rest of the evening.
Ten minutes later, Rachel had completed yet another
interview that would add to her story. In her mind she
could already see the completed product and it was
going to be exactly the kind of uplifting story that
the Post liked to run in its Sunday Magazine. If she
was really lucky, the story might be picked up and run
in syndication as many of the cover stories were.
Being from a small town, Rachel found it funny how many
city people liked to read about their small town
counterparts. Still, if it was going to advance her
career, well that was fine with her.
"God, can you believe she had the nerve to show up
here?" said a woman's voice from behind where Rachel
was standing.
The comment had been spoken in a low voice to another
woman standing next to the speaker, but had carried
just far enough for the reporter to hear. Curious as to
who had elicited such a reaction, Rachel moved so she
could see whom it was the two women were talking about.
To her surprise, not only was it someone she
recognized, but it was also one of the few people in
her class that she had considered a friend.
"Kelly O'Neil," Rachel said to herself as she
recognized the blond haired woman in the blue dress,
but then corrected herself that it had been Kelly Ryan
for a number of years now. "Why in the world would
anyone in this town have a bad word to say about her?"
Back in high school, Kelly O'Neil had been the
proverbial most popular girl in school. Captain of the
Cheerleader squad, Vice President of the Student
Council, as well as valedictorian of the graduating
class. She had been looked on as the girl who was going
to do it all. Kelly had also been an assistant editor
on the school paper, which was where Rachel knew her
from, having been the editor herself.
From what Rachel had heard, Kelly had indeed fulfilled
everyone's expectations, which included marrying Tom
Ryan, the Captain of the football team. The last time
Rachel had been home, Kelly had just been elected the
youngest member of the town council. What could've
happened since?
Timidity had never been one of Rachel's traits so she
walked right past the two women who had been talking
about Kelly and said hello to her old friend.
"Oh my God!" Kelly exclaimed in surprise, "I don't
believe it. Rachel Spenser, what brings you back to
this one-horse town?"
Rachel paused a breath before answering, taking the
opportunity to look at her old friend. Kelly had always
been one of the hottest girls in school, and she had
certainly improved with age. Some women were like that,
really reaching their peak as they got older.
Rachel quickly explained about her story and how she
had come to the reunion for it. She added that she had
been surprised at how nice everyone had been to her,
seeing as how she was really not part of the in-crowd
back in their school days.
"It's good to see you though," Rachel said, remembering
that Kelly had been the only friend from school who had
attended her mother's funeral.
"Well just don't say that too loud around some of these
people," Kelly said with a strong touch of animosity in
her voice. "Because they might have a real sudden
change of heart about you. Guilt by association, that
sort of thing."
"And what exactly are you guilty of?" Rachel asked.
Kelly took what seemed like a long time before
answering. Her reply, when it came, was somewhat
cryptic.
"Being different I guess," she said.
"I don't understand," Rachel replied.
"Look, my coming to this glorified sock hop was a
mistake and I was just about to leave," Kelly said. "I
really need a drink of something a little stronger than
what they poured into the punch bowl. Why not come with
me and have a drink. I'll tell you all about my
scandalous behavior."
The party had already begun to wind down and, to put it
mildly, Rachel was really intrigued by the mystery. She
agreed and as per Kelly's request, gave her a five-
minute head start and then, after saying a few good-
byes, followed her out the door.
-=-=-=-
It actually took until the third drink before Kelly
loosened up enough to tell her story. They had driven
to Parson's Bar out by the county line. Not the sort of
place you'd find the upper class of East Monroe, but
the kind of bar where all they cared about was that you
paid for your drinks up front.
"Did you see David Burke back at the reunion?" the long
haired blond said after her empty glass hit the table.
Rachel had to think a moment to put a face to the name,
then remembered the heavyset manager of the multiplex
theater who had said a quick hello to her. She nodded
to Kelly that she had seen him.
"Good old Dave, another fine upstanding member of the
community," Kelly said sarcastically. "Well I don't
know if he mentioned it, but Dave split up recently
with his wife of seven years. It seems that the mother
of his three kids wasn't really satisfying his needs.
So to make up for her deficiencies, Dave had been
taking time off during the matinees to screw the twenty
year old who worked behind the snack bar."
Rachel took it in but didn't comment. Things like that
happened both in big cities and small towns.
"So Dave, who's screwing the hired help is welcomed at
the reunion, while I'm treated like I was taking on
truckers five at a time. But then again, Dave is one of
the guys so that makes it okay."
It was obvious to Rachel that Kelly had an affair, or
at least had been caught screwing someone other than
her husband. Yet, even in a small town like East
Monroe, something like that shouldn't generate a
reaction like Kelly described.
"Oh God," Rachel thought, "could it have been someone
underage?"
Back in Frisco, there had been a woman in her apartment
building that got busted for having sex with minors. In
her mid 60's, the woman had reminded Rachel of the
woman who played the Aunt on that old TV show on cable
about the small town sheriff. Who would've ever thought
the grandmother was screwing half the teenage boys on
the block. It took a lot to make a scandal in San
Francisco, but that had done it. Rachel could only
imagine how something like that would play out here.
"Donna Franklin was there too," Kelly said, "I know you
remember Donna."
Rachel nodded that she did. Donna had also been on the
Student Council with Kelly.
"She finally married Clark Lange, whose father you
might remember was the minister at Blessed Heart, as
well as being part of the Lange's who owned the drug
store. Of course old Clark never would've walked down
the aisle with her if she hadn't been able to swear on
a stack of bibles that she was a virgin and that no man
had passed between her pearly gates. Well it was a good
thing he didn't ask her to also swear that no man had
ever had his cock in her mouth as well. Donna might've
had a little problem with that, giving the rather large
number that had."
That little piece of knowledge greatly surprised
Rachel. Back in school, Donna was always going on about
how she was going to save herself for marriage.
Sometimes to the point of being obnoxious, looking down
on those who didn't value it as highly as she professed
to. Evidently, she agreed with the former President in
what actually defined sexual relations.
"But I guess it was okay for Dave and Donna for another
reason," Kelly was still going on, even though Rachel
had become distracted by what she'd just been told. "At
least they were doing it with the right sex."
"What?" Rachel said, realizing she had just missed
something.
"No, you heard right," Kelly said, not knowing that her
friend hadn't heard at all. "When Tom came home
unexpectedly from a hunting trip with the boys, he
walked right in on me and Susan."
"Susan?" Rachel repeated.
"Susan Lauro, she was a few years older than us and a
waitress at the Golden Dove diner," she explained. "You
didn't know her. She moved here after you left and took
off after the story got all over town."
"You were having sex with another woman?" Rachel asked,
just to be sure that the few drinks they'd both put
away hadn't distorted what she had heard.
"Yes," Kelly said, "so feel free to express the disgust
that almost everyone else in town that knows seems to
have."
"Was this a one time thing or have you always been
attracted to other women?" Rachel asked instead,
thinking that disgust was the last thing she would find
in the situation.
"Well it would be easy to say it was a one time thing,"
Kelly answered. "That it sort of just happened, that
maybe I was drunk and things got out of hand. That's
the answer I think I'd tell other people if they cared
enough to ask. But you were my friend and you haven't
suddenly felt an urge to run away least I contaminate
you, so I'll give you an honest answer."
Rachel was now hanging on every word, glad that they
had taken a booth in the back of the bar where no one
else could hear.
"The honest answer is that I've felt attracted to other
women since back in high school," Kelly said, the sense
of relief in the way she said it suggesting that it was
the first time she had actually said it to anyone. "It
wasn't something I could deal with so I just buried
what I was feeling and made sure no one would ever even
think that I had feelings like that. Could you imagine
how the girls in our class would've reacted if they
knew that I was getting turned on looking at them in
the locker room and showers?"
"I think I could," Rachel said softly, but now it was
Kelly who really wasn't listening.
"It got so that I'd rather have a reputation as a slut
than people thinking I was a dyke," she added.
Thinking back, Rachel remembered that there was a short
period during junior year during which Kelly was the
topic of a considerable amount of? conversation in the
boy's locker room. Her brother, Chip, only a year older
than Rachel, had told her that her friend was beginning
to acquire a reputation as being pretty easy. He had
been considerate enough to leave out the fact that it
was a subject that he had first hand knowledge of.
Rachel remembered the conversation quite clearly
because, despite the fact that neither of the girls
having been virgins, it had been such a sudden change
in the way the seventeen year old normally acted around
guys.
The locker room stories and Kelly's exploits with other
guys abruptly ended when she started dating Tom Ryan.
Now Rachel understood why. No one was ever going to
think that the girl who was sleeping with the Team
Captain was more interested in her fellow cheerleaders.
"In fact," Kelly said as she brought her story to a
close, "I even had the biggest crush on you. I was so
afraid that you were going to catch me staring at you
one day."
With that, Rachel suddenly lost it and began to laugh
loudly enough for people in the front of the bar to
hear her. Her reaction was definitely not what Kelly
had expected.
"I didn't think it was that funny," Kelly said, her
tone reflecting a realization that maybe Rachel wasn't
all that different than her other one time friends
after all.
"Oh yes it is," Rachel replied, barely able to get out
the words because she was laughing so hard. "You have
no idea how funny it really is."
Anything Rachel said after that fell on deaf ears as
Kelly grabbed her bag and got up to leave. The last
thing the blond haired woman needed was yet another
ignorant asshole that found her life a subject of
amusement.
"Kelly wait," Rachel said, regaining control of herself
when she saw her old friend stand up and start to
leave.
It was only the press of Rachel's hand around her wrist
as the newspaper reporter attempted to physically stop
her that made Kelly pause. But it was a pause that only
lasted long enough for Rachel to get in a few more
words.
"Kelly, I wasn't laughing at you," she quickly said.
"Believe me, that's the last thing that I'd ever do.
Just give me a minute to explain and I'm sure you'll
understand."
"You've got thirty seconds," a now angry Kelly said,
pulling her arm away.
"Kelly," Rachel simply said, "I'm gay."
Kelly froze in mid-motion. She looked at Rachel for a
long moment, then sat back down without saying another
word.
"That's why I found what you said so funny," Rachel
quickly went on. "You were so worried that I was going
to notice that you were checking me out, and I spent
half my time doing the same thing."
"Oh my God!" Kelly said as it all finally hit her. "You
and I were both ..."
"It seems so," Rachel said, completing Kelly's thought.
"Although it seems that neither of us knew it at the
time."
"It seems like such a waste," Kelly said.
"A waste?" Rachel repeated.
"That we didn't know," Kelly replied. "Our lives
could've been so different."
"I suppose," Rachel said as she looked deep into
Kelly's blue eyes, knowing that she was imagining just
what that life might've been like.
"Do you have ..." Kelly started to ask, then rephrased
her question. "Are you with someone now?"
"No, not really," Rachel answered. "I guess my social
life has been taking a back seat to my career for a
while now."
No sooner did Rachel answer one question, then Kelly
asked another. She seemed quite curious about life back
in San Francisco, especially the fact that her friend
had come out a few years back and no one seemed to
care.
"You're life sounds great," Kelly said as Rachel
answered her last question.
"Well like anything else, it has its ups and downs,"
Rachel replied.
"Well at least it's better than anything you would've
had around here," Kelly added, emphasizing her point
with a wave of her hand in the direction of the town
beyond.
The broad motion caused Rachel to look up and take note
that the two of them had become a center of attention
to some of the other patrons. They might not have been
close enough to hear the topic of their discussion, but
it was pretty obvious that at one point they were
having some sort of disagreement. The chance of that
discord turning physical, a not uncommon occurrence in
the bar, was enough to hold their interest.
"Why don't we get out of here?" Rachel suggested as she
drew Kelly's attention to their audience.
"I think that's a good idea," Kelly agreed.
-=-=-=-
Once back in Rachel's rented car, the two decided that
the reporter's room at the Holiday Inn out by the
Interstate would be a lot more private than going back
to the room at the boarding house where Kelly had been
living since Tom had thrown her out.
The boarding house was in walking distance, but it was
almost a given, Kelly said, that if they went there, it
would be all over town by morning that she'd had
another woman in her room. That the woman was an old
friend that she'd met at the Reunion was a fact that
she was equally sure would be left out of the gossip.
"Nice," Kelly said as she looked around the? room as
Rachel locked the door behind them. "I wish I could
afford a place like this. My place is really a dump,
but it's the best I can do right now."
"Well the paper's actually picking up the tab for
this," Rachel said, even though she could easily afford
the room on her own if she had to.
"It even has a little kitchenette," Kelly said, making
reference to the microwave, mini-refrigerator and
coffee maker.
"Would you like some coffee?" Rachel asked, thinking
that they'd had enough to drink for the night.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," Kelly said, thinking
pretty much the same thing.
As the brunette poured water into the coffee maker,
they continued the conversation they'd begun at the
bar. This time, it centered on Kelly's plans for the
future.
"Well, Tom and I are getting a divorce of course," she
said as Rachel returned and sat down next to her on the
couch with the coffee. "Actually, he's not being the
prick about it that some men might be considering the
circumstances. I can imagine some husbands taking the
fact that their wife preferred another woman over them
as enough of a blow to their masculinity as to want to
have some kind of revenge. Thankfully, we didn't have
kids to fight over, and he's willing to split
everything right down the middle."
"I guess he didn't want the details of the divorce to
become public record," Rachel suggested. "At least more
than they already have."
"I considered that too," Kelly said, thankful for the
strong coffee's effect, "and to be honest, I agree with
him on that. It's not like I had an affair because he
was a bastard or anything. I don't want to see him hurt
because of my mistake."
"Being attracted to other women isn't a mistake,"
Rachel said, "despite what some people think."
"The mistake I was referring to was marrying him in the
first place, knowing that I really wasn't attracted to
him in the way a wife should be," Kelly clarified. "If
I didn't have the courage to live my life out in the
open the way you did, then I should've at least had
enough to say no when he proposed."
"Well I think you should be concentrating on the future
and not the past," Rachel said. "After all, what was
done certainly can't be undone."
"Some things can," Kelly said, putting the coffee cup
down and turning to face Rachel.
Rachel looked into her friend's eyes and saw her mind.
Further words weren't needed to understand what she
meant. If she could trade places with Kelly for a
moment, she would see the same things in her own brown
eyes.
Still silent, Rachel put her own cup and saucer down
next to its twin, then brought her hands up to the
sides of Kelly's face. Softly, she stroked back the
long blond strands that had fallen in disarray, her
fingers continuing downward to caress the blonde's
lips.
Kelly gently kissed Rachel's fingers, taking them one
at a time into her mouth as well. Then, after reaching
out to stroke her friend's darker and much shorter
hair, she leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.
The kiss was short and ever so soft, to be repeated
again and again. It was the fulfillment of many
youthful nights' dreams for both of them. As their
tongues glided into each other's mouth, Kelly cupped
Rachel's breasts with both her hands, her thumbs
pressing against the hardness of the thick nipples
through her dress.
"Rachel ... I ...," she started to say hesitantly as
their lips parted.
"I know," Rachel replied, acknowledging that she felt
the same way.
Neither woman was the type to just jump into bed with
someone on their first date, not that tonight could
really be called a date at all. Still, they had a
decade-old desire that they both shared. A longing
that, up until a few hours ago, each thought was hers
alone.
"We can't," Kelly said, trying to think with her head
and not her heart. "could we?"
"Why not?" Rachel asked in return, a wide smile filling
her face.
Why not indeed, the equally broad grin that now filled
Kelly's face seemed to say.
Their lips met again, this time with more passion as
the years since they were teenage girls faded away and
the fires of youthful lust returned. Now their hands
knew no hesitation as they explored the softness of
each other's body, undoing the snaps and buttons that
held dresses tight against their skin.
Rachel's dress came with a built in bra so as it came
loose, Kelly was rewarded with a close up view of the
breasts beneath. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the
dark pink nipples she admired many times in the
showers. An admiration that was quickly transformed
into action as her hands pressed against the soft
globes, their warmth sending a burst of excitement all
through her.
Rachel was no less eager to undress Kelly, but once she
had likewise undid the top of the blue dress her friend
wore, she let it just hang loose rather than try to
slide it off. It was enough for her just to be able to
look down at the blonde's larger mounds, held in place
by an equally blue bra.
Kelly meanwhile, despite being the more inexperienced
of the two, couldn't wait to taste Rachel's flesh.
Bringing her mouth down to breast level, she closed her
lips around the thick nipples she had felt earlier, her
tongue painting them with a warm wetness.
"Oh yes," Rachel moaned encouragingly and stroking the
back of the blonde's head as Kelly drew her deep
inside. "That is so very nice."
How many times had she laid awake at night in her
mother's house, dreaming what it would be like to have
Kelly do exactly what she was now, Rachel asked
herself. Probably just as many times as she had
imagined what it would be like to do the same to her.
She hoped the reality of that dream would be as
satisfying as the first was proving to be.
Ten minutes later, Kelly still had her face buried deep
in the valley between the brunette's breasts, but
Rachel had waited as long as she could. A practiced
hand undid the clasps of Kelly's strapless bra, causing
it to fall to the floor. The nipples that filled the
center of her mounds were smaller than her own, but no
less inviting. It was impossible for her to bring her
mouth to them the way they were entangled, so for the
moment, her hands would have to do.
Rachel could feel the heat of Kelly's flesh as she
cradled one in each hand. They were all she had
remembered them to be. How she had envied Tom Ryan and
all those other boys who had been able to play with
them back in high school. Yet it was an envy that was
now gone as she knew no man would ever touch them again
the way she was at this moment.
As occupied as she was with Rachel's breasts, such was
the brunette's dexterity that Kelly couldn't ignore the
pleasure her hands now brought. Rachel took advantage
of the pause to shift their positions to where she
could now bring her mouth into play.
The effect on Kelly was instantaneous, as was her
reaction. Boys had become interested in her large
breasts almost from the day she began to develop and
without exception, every boy she had dated couldn't
wait to get his hands, or more eagerly their mouths on
them. Yet, despite the number of them who had done
both, none had ever come close to the feelings that
Rachel now produced. Not even Susan had done as well
and from what she had told Kelly, she'd slept with
dozens of women before her.
Rachel was elated to discover that the second aspect of
her fantasies was as satisfying as the first. The
hardness of Kelly's nipples in her mouth was exactly as
she had imagined it and she was filled with unbounded
enthusiasm as she sucked on them. An action that was
sending Kelly more and more into a carnal frenzy.
Even as she feasted on the bounty of Kelly's mounds,
Rachel slid her hands down the blue dress and brought
them back under its hem. Her fingers glided beneath the
thin material of the blonde's panties, squeezing the
ripe flesh beneath. The explorations continued and they
moved between Kelly's legs and caressed the golden bush
beyond.
"Oh God!" Kelly gasped as she felt Rachel brush against
her most private place.
Yet that sensation was nothing as compared to that
which filled Kelly a few moments later as Rachel moved
her fingers deep within her. With practiced skill, she
manipulated the excited tip of Kelly's clitoris,
sending tiny bolts of lightning across her body.
Faster and faster Rachel's fingers moved, raising
Kelly's level of excitement by leaps and bounds. In no
time at all, the hometown girl stood on the precipice.
"Oh God, Rachel," Kelly repeated, "I'm going to come."
That was all Rachel needed to hear. Never in her life
had she wanted to bring anyone off as much as she
wanted to do Kelly. Pulling the blonde's panties out of
the way, Rachel dropped down and spreading Kelly's legs
apart, added her tongue to the mix.
"AAAAAAAA!" Kelly cried out as Rachel attacked her
prize like a bear with honey.
One last thrust of her tongue against Kelly's button
was enough to send her over the edge. Her body
shuddered as Rachel continued to probe deep inside her,
partaking of all of her delights. So drained was Kelly,
that without her friend's support, she might've toppled
over.
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"That was totally amazing," Kelly said a few minutes
later as enough strength finally returned to her legs
that she could stand on her own. "It made me really
wish we'd known about each other back in school?"
"What would you have done differently?" Rachel asked as
she caught her own breath, her curiosity suddenly
sparked.
"I'm not sure," Kelly replied, caught off guard by the
question. "but I'm sure the showers after gym would
certainly have been more interesting."
"Well, I always thought they were interesting? enough
as they were," Rachel smiled, remembering the naked
images of so many of their classmates.
"Well, that's true," Kelly agreed as she recalled some
of those same memories.
"And it just so happens," Rachel laughed softly as she
went on, "the bathroom here has a shower stall. It's
not as large as the one over at East Monroe High of
course, but I'm pretty sure there's room for two."
Kelly's eyes lit up as the observation filled her with
a sudden renewal of energy. She leaned over and kissed
Rachel one more time, then practically jumped to her
feet.
"So what are we waiting for?" She asked as she reached
back to take Rachel's hand.
"Obviously me," Rachel replied as she took her friend's
hand and followed her to the bathroom.
It took a few minutes for the water in the small shower
to reach a comfortable temperature, but it was time the
two women used to rid themselves of the remainder of
their clothing, tossing their dresses and undergarments
out into room beyond to keep them dry.
The small cloud of steam that began to fill the room
signaled that the shower was ready and Kelly, quickly
followed by Rachel, stepped into the stall. The
reporter had been right when she said the shower had
room for two, but just barely. Still, they were hardly
about to complain about being pressed tight against
each other.
Standing behind Kelly, Rachel filled her hand with
liquid soap from the container attached to the wall.
Then she proceeded to rub it all over the other woman's
body, leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake. Closing
her eyes to enjoy the touch of her friend's hands,
Kelly let out a loud sigh as Rachel grabbed both of the
blonde's larger breasts and squeezed them, rubbing her
fingers hard against the erect nipples.
"Oh baby," she moaned once more as she and Rachel
changed positions and she reached for the soap as well.
After covering every inch of Rachel's flesh that she
could reach, Kelly turned her friend totally around and
pressed their mounds together, her nipples now
caressing the brunette's. Back and forth their bodies
moved, flesh against flesh as they occasionally took a
moment to kiss both each other's mouths as well as lick
the wet skin of their breasts.
As they did, both women reached down and ran a free
hand between the other's legs. The downpour invitation
to the celebration a few weeks had covered them only
minutes before, and each of their now clean fingers
reached out to explore the sex of the other. An action
that further added to the verbal encouragement that
spilled from each other's lips.
Of the two of them, Rachel was the more experienced
lover but it was Kelly who seemed the more aggressive
at this moment. Slipping out of Rachel's embrace, she
slid down until her knees were resting on the tile
floor. Taking advantage of the extra room now
available, Rachel lifted her left leg and braced it
against the shower door. Both hands reached up and took
hold of the showerhead, helping to keep her balance.
She might've looked funny to an observer, but her
position gave Kelly much better access to the prize it
was obvious she was seeking.
Kelly had earlier told Rachel that Susan had been her
first and only lover. If that was indeed the case, then
Rachel found herself regretting that she never had the
chance to actually meet her. Whatever else the waitress
from the Golden Dove might've been, she was one hell of
a teacher. Either that, or Kelly was the most naturally
skilled cunnilingist that Rachel had ever met.
Simply saying that her tongue was magic seemed such an
understatement, Rachel thought. It was everywhere at
once, hitting every sensitive spot of her womanhood.
Each touch added to a building wave of ecstasy that was
already causing her body to tremble.
"Kel...ly," was all Rachel managed to say as the last
dam of resistance shuddered and broke, sending her over
the edge with the force of a barrel rider going over a
waterfall.
As Rachel had done to her in the other room, Kelly held
the standing woman tightly, drinking deep of the fruits
of her labor. Even mixed with the steady stream of
water, it was a wonderful ambrosia. A feast she had
dreamed about for half of her life.
"Oh God, Kel," Rachel said as she regained control of
herself, even more drained than Kelly had been earlier.
"If we had done this in high school, I never would've
left East Monroe."
The compliment brought a surge of joy to Kelly as she
slowly managed to work her way back to her feet.
Despite what Susan had told her many times about the
pleasure she brought to the older woman, the blond had
never really been able to believe her. If Rachel had
felt the same way, then she guessed it had been true
after all.
Shutting the water off, the two stepped out of the
shower. Rachel took the large, oversized, bath towel
off the bar on the wall and wrapped it around the two
of them. Holding each other tight, their lips met one
more time.
They took their time drying each other off. Then, still
naked, they walked back into the other room and climbed
under the covers together. There, in each other's arms,
they drifted off to sleep.
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A few hours later, they awoke, still in each other's
embrace. They just smiled at each other for a few
moments, each almost afraid to say anything least they
break the magic of the moment. Finally, Rachel had to
say what was on her mind.
"Kelly, can I ask you a question?" Rachel said.
"You can ask me anything," Kelly beamed, still basking
in the afterglow of her lovemaking.
"Why are you still here?"
"Excuse me?" Kelly said, not really sure what her
friend meant by that.
"I asked, what are you still doing here?" Rachel
repeated.
"I thought I was welcome," she replied somewhat
defensively, now breaking their embrace and sitting up
in the bed. "I didn't think that you wanted me out of
here the minute we were done."
"Damn," Rachel said, sitting up as well. "I'd forgotten
how quick you used to jump to the wrong conclusion when
people said something to you."
On the edge of the bed, Kelly silently chided herself
for her long time habit. It had caused her to overreact
in the bar earlier tonight as well.
"What I meant," Rachel went on to explain as she moved
closer to Kelly, "is what are you still doing here in
East Monroe. You yourself said that you really have no
future here."
Kelly didn't have an easy answer. That was a question
she'd asked herself a number of times over the last few
months.
"You're smart, you have a business degree, and even if
its from the local college, it still counts for
something." Rachel continued. "If you moved someplace
like Los Angeles or San Francisco, I know you'd be able
to make a pretty good go of it."
"You did make San Francisco sound pretty nice," Kelly
replied.
She didn't want to mention the fact that there had been
times when she did consider leaving their hometown, but
could never find the strength to go, leaving everything
she had known all of her life behind. That despite the
fact that she had no illusions of rebuilding her life
here.
"It is pretty nice," Rachel said in response to Kelly's
comment, "but I wanted to point out that there are a
lot of places you could go, not just where I live."
"You wouldn't want me there?" she asked, a hurt look on
her face.
"Of course I'd love it if you were there," Rachel said,
"but we both have to understand that the last few hours
to the contrary, we don't have a relationship."
"I understand that."
"Which is not to say that it's not a future
possibility," Rachel added. "That's something that we
have to wait and see what developed."
The answer brought a smile to Kelly's face.
"So if you wanted to come to San Francisco, you'd come
there as my friend," Rachel finished. "A friend who
would be more than welcome to stay with me while she
gets herself organized."
"Can I ask a question now?" Kelly interjected.
"Oh course," Rachel smiled.
"If I do decide to come to San Francisco, and it would
be as your friend only, we don't have to leave right
this minute, do we?"
"Of course not," Rachel replied, thinking it a strange
question to ask.
"Then in that case," Kelly said as she crawled on all
fours to where Rachel sat, "can we make believe that
it's 1992 again?"
Rachel's reply vanished in the press of Kelly's lips as
the blond pressed her down against the bed and climbed
on top of her. Her brief thought before she began to
respond to her friend's entreaty was that it certainly
had turned out to be one hell of a reunion after all.
END
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