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Subject: LEARNING IN LENEXA by Bill Groff
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LEARNING IN LENEXA
by
Bill Groff
Kathy stepped out of the shower, her straw colored pubic hair
matted
between her legs by the water streaming down across her stomach, little
droplets forming on the pale, pink tips of her breasts before they fell
to the
floor, her dainty hands removing the plastic cap which protected her
frosted
hair from the moisture in the shower stall. Looking at herself in the
full
length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, she felt a brief,
vicious
satisfaction with the sight of her naked body reflected in the glass.
The
slight paunch of her belly was normal for a woman of 38, her
milky-white
breasts still firm mounds, the muscles in her thighs tight from her
daily
jogging exercises, her buttocks a smooth plain of taut flesh below her
spine.
As she applied makeup to her face, she thought back to the sex
she'd
just had with Charlie. Charlie wasn't the greatest lover in the world,
his
idea of erotic enticement being her sucking him until he was just about
ready
to come, and then quickly driving his poker in and out of her until he
reached
his orgasm. Of course, she'd fake her orgasms so he'd think he'd
really
turned her on, but in reality, she wished he'd take the time to get her
excited first too. She'd tried to talk with him about that a few
times, but
each time he'd just gotten mad and told her that if he wasn't enough of
a man,
she should try and find someone who was; provided they'd be willing to
pay the
bills and help her manage the money she made working as a bartender.
Charlie
may not have been the greatest, but she had known far worse men in her
lifetime.
Charlie was laying on his back on the queen-sized bed when Kathy
strolled into the bedroom, her nakedness causing him to grab his limp
pecker
and shake it in her direction.
"How'd you like to clean this off for me with your freshly rubied
lips?"
There was a subtle mocking inflection in his voice.
"You know I have to open the bar at 6, Charlie." Kathy replied,
giving
Charlie a look that should have been in a scabbard.
"Well shit, it wasn't that good of a fuck this afternoon anyway!"
Charlie's words caused Kathy to look as though a glob of Jello
had just
fallen off her spoon and down her cleavage. She turned to the closet
and
reached for the hanger containing her shorts and tank-top, there was no
mercy
in her face. Turning, she gave Charlie a slightly deprecating smile as
she
carried her clothes back into the bathroom.
Charlie had stayed on the bed fondling himself while she dressed
in the
bathroom. Noting that she had forgotten to get her bra while she was
in the
bedroom, she decided to go braless that night, rather than going back
and
enduring anymore of Charlie's barbs. Kathy departed the apartment
without any
further incidents, Charlie's moans echoing through the house as he shot
his
wad onto his hairy stomach.
"Oh my, you look good enough to eat." Stephanie's voice boomed
across
the empty room as Kathy crossed from the entryway to the main bar along
the
far wall.
Kathy looked at her co-worker and friend enviously. She had
always been
in awe of Stephanie's five-foot-ten height and long slender legs. She
marvelled at the deep bronze of Stephanie's tan, even though
Stephanie's
flaming red hair was indicative of a paler complexion. Coming around
behind
the bar, Kathy quickly noted the huge spikes poking through the loose
mesh of
the flimsy pullover covering Stephanie's chest; the crimson red nipples
simple
evidence that Stephanie wasn't wearing a bra that evening either.
Stephanie
gave Kathy's buttocks a seductive pat as she bent over to put her purse
on the
shelf under the cash register, the gesture typical of her unusual
personality.
"You don't exactly look like fast food yourself." Kathy's words
were
spoken in tones hoarse and strained with pain.
"Bullshit from Charlie again?" Stephanie asked, her voice making
a
guttural sound.
Kathy had to fight to keep her voice steady as she gave Stephanie
an
edited rendition of the half hour she'd spent with Charlie, before she
had to
get ready for work. Stephanie oozed conciliation as she tried to help
Kathy
clear her muddled thoughts, her ideas regarding Charlie spoken in
sarcastic,
biting tones. Eventually Stephanie poured them both short drinks, and
both
women stood behind the bar ruminating over how nice it would be if
Charlie met
with a variety of terminal disasters. Stephanie spoke a trifle
petulantly as
she tried to close the conversation on a happy note, her words a
promise to
Kathy that there was always hope for a happier ending to the evening
tonight.
The full moon, and the recent articles in the newspapers about
the
police cracking down on drunk drivers were sufficient catalysts to keep
a
majority of the bar's regular customers at home that night. Even
George, the
owner of the bar, had left shortly after the bar officially opened.
Thus,
Kathy and Stephanie worked one of the easiest Saturday nights in a long
time.
At two the next morning they shooed the last customer out the front
door, and
by three they had all their after work duties taken care of.
"How'd you like to come over to my place for some breakfast?"
Stephanie's question caught Kathy totally by surprise. Stephanie
was
indeed a close friend and a companionable co-worker, but she'd never
invited
Kathy to go anywhere with her after work. Kathy accepted the
invitation with
a smile and a cheerful little wriggle of her shoulders. Both women had
a
spring to their stride as they locked the bar and walked to their cars,
Stephanie offering to let Kathy ride with her, but Kathy opting to
follow he
to her house instead.
The street lamps lifted their feeble lights toward the sky as
Stephanie
and Kathy each drove through the neighborhood where Stephanie lived.
The
houses, Kathy noted mentally, were either identical twins or mirror
images of
one another. Looking down the street, Kathy saw a lighted window
gleaming in
the darkness. She followed Stephanie into the driveway of the neat,
two-story
house, yellow chrysanthemums surrounding it as high as the windows.
Stephanie's was a prosperous-looking abode.
Placing her arm around Kathy's waist, her hand just below the
firm mound
of Kathy's breast, Stephanie carefully guided her up the flagstone
walkway to
the oaken double doors of the entryway. Kathy didn't seem to notice
when
Stephanie's hand ran itself across her breast as she moved to pull the
door
key from her purse, her mind was preoccupied with the opulence she
speculated
she would find beyond the door.
The foil wallpaper covering the foyer seemed to expand the
already grand
expanse of space in the entryway. Kathy saw the elegant spiral
stairway
leading to the second floor, the high-ceilinged hallway leading to the
sunken
living room causing her to exhale in awe. Stephanie guided her down
the
hallway, through the immaculate living room, and over to the wet bar
separat-
ing the delicate peach patterned walls of the living room from the
bright
yellow kitchen. Following Stephanie's advice, Kathy kicked off her
high-
heeled shoes, her feet instantly surrounded by the plush fibers of the
deep
carpet beneath her.
Stephanie poured Brandy into snifters for both of them, raised
her glass
in salute, and sipped the warm liquid into her throat. Kathy was awe
struck
as she returned the salutation and tasted the soothing warmth of the
decanted
liquor. Stephanie gave Kathy a quick kiss on the lips, crossed the
vast
expanse of the living room, and disappeared through a set of French
doors on
the other side of the room. It took Kathy a moment or two before she
realized
that Stephanie had never done that to her before.
Holding the snifter in her hand, Kathy walked over to the folding
doors
at the back of the living room. Opening one of the panels inward, she
saw
that the doors gave way to a wrought iron balcony overlooking a
splendid
gazebo. She was just about to walk over to the wood covered enclosure
of the
spa overlooking the oriental landscape of the backyard when Stephanie
came up
behind her.
"Beautiful sight, under a full moon, at four in the morning;
isn't it?"
"Beautiful," Kathy's voice was a croak in her throat, "doesn't do
this
near the justice it deserves."
"And what's really relaxing," Stephanie continued, "is a luscious
soak
in the hot tub over there."
"Yeah," Kathy replied innocently, "if I'd known I was going to be
exposed to all this tonight, I would have put my swim suit in the car
before I
went to work."
"Swim suits be damned!"
Stephanie's words echoed in Kathy's ear as she stepped out from
behind
her. Her nakedness took Kathy by surprise, her body an elegant picture
that
should have been on the front of a magazine.
Stephanie's body, Kathy quickly noted, revealed that she spent
many
hours under the sun without a stitch of clothing on. There wasn't a
cen-
timeter of pale flesh peaking through the richly bronzed tan which
covered
every inch of her smooth flesh. Even her pink nipples had been turned
crimson
by the ultra-violet rays of daylight, the areolae providing a
reddish-brown
platform for their rich fullness. The richness of Stephanie's tan was
quaintly offset by the manicured thicket of strawberry hair between her
legs,
its hue slightly paler than the windswept mane atop her head.
"Come on, strip out of that horribly confining clothing and join
me in
the hot tub."
Stephanie's words were thrown over her shoulder as she padded
across the
porch and immersed herself in the bubbling warmth filling the tub set
flush in
the porch flooring.
The moon yawned apathetically then disappeared behind a cloud as
Kathy
pulled her T-shirt up over her head, her firm breasts bouncing against
her
chest as she released them to the cool early morning air. She felt her
nipples harden in the breeze as she worked her shorts, panty hose, and
underpants down over her thighs and calves. Her curly pubes danced in
the
breeze as she crossed the porch to the hot tub, her mind exploding with
questions about her unprecedented behavior. Then, her thoughts became
quiescent as she lowered herself into the steaming water, her thigh
brushing
against Stephanie's outstretched hand as she gave herself over to the
soothing
warmth of the bubbling liquid. The moon sparkled like a shimmering
silver-
dollar in a spotlight as Kathy and Stephanie exchanged reassuring
smiles
through the steamy mist floating above their luxurious pool.
They spent the next half hour basking in the hot tub, sipping
Brandy,
and talking about the myriad of customers from the bar. Kathy wasn't
con-
sciously aware that Stephanie kept moving closer and closer to her
until she
felt the slender, long-nailed fingers gently massaging the taut flesh
of her
shoulders. Kathy flinched involuntarily. No woman, nor man for that
matter,
had ever touched her as tenderly as Stephanie was touching her now.
"Good lord, girl," Stephanie chided, "you're tighter than a
kettle drum
at the music store!"
"I know," Kathy bemoaned, Stephanie's hands carefully kneading
her
shoulders, "it's all this shit with Charlie that has me so pent up."
"What you need," Stephanie's eyes held Kathy's in their
enchanting gaze,
"is a nice relaxing rub down."
"Yes," Kathy's head rolled back on her shoulders, "that would be
so
wonderful right now."
"Then why don't you come with ole' Steph', and let's see if we
can't get
some pliability back in that beautiful body of yours."
Stephanie stood up beside Kathy, the water soaked hairs covering
her
womanhood glistening with little droplets of water, her crotch within
six
inches of Kathy's face as she bent down and placed her hands into
Kathy's
armpits. Stephanie's urgings were full of tenderness as she eased
Kathy up
out of the swirling hot tub, one of her firm nipples grazing Kathy's
cheek as
she pulled her to a standing position in front of her. Her firm lips
were
tender against Kathy's as she gave her a loving kiss, her tongue
sliding in
between Kathy's lips and exploring the inner sanctum of her feminine
mouth,
her right hand gently cradling Kathy's left breast, her finger gently
plying
the stiff nipple which yearned for a tender touch.
"My God, Steph!" Kathy's words exploded from her mouth as she
pulled
her face away from Stephanie's searching tongue.
"I never thought you were....." her words were stopped by the
gentle
pressure of Stephanie's finger against her lips.
"Shhhhh!" Stephanie's rejoinder was a bare whisper in the night.
"Let me be the one to help you get what you've been without for
far too
long."
Kathy's eyes clouded over like a pair of milk-blue marbles as
Stephanie's lips once more found hers. Her mind surrendered her body
to the
loving embrace. Her tongue returned the prodding advances of
Stephanie's.
She stood on her tiptoes as Stephanie's hands cupped her firm
buttocks,
her nipples brushing against Stephanie's firm points, her pelvis
rubbing
against the downy softness between Stephanie's legs. Their embrace
lasted a
full two minutes, until Stephanie released Kathy from her questing
hands and
yearning mouth.
Lovingly, Stephanie led Kathy back across the porch and through
the
double doors to the living room. Kathy felt her womanhood throbbing
with
wanton anticipation as Stephanie led her through the French doors on
the
opposite side of the living room. Her breath caught in her throat when
she
entered the room Stephanie had guided her to.
Stephanie's hands played along Kathy's sides as Kathy inventoried
the
dusty rose hue of the master suite. The king-sized, eiderdown mattress
set in
the floor in the center of the room instantly caught her eye. Early
morning
sunlight filtered through foggy clerestory windows, illuminating the
massive
fireplace on the far wall, it's hearth an exquisite mural of handmade
tiles.
The ebony, satin comforter covering the sunken bed shimmered in the dim
glow
of the cafe lights embedded in the ceiling, the reflection of their
beams
clearly visible in the mirrored tiles framed into the ceiling over the
satiny
coverlet.
Stephanie's urgings were respectful as she propelled Kathy across
the
soft depth of the rose carpet, her hands carefully holding Kathy's hips
as
though they were fragile eggs about to hatch. Reaching the wood inlay
on the
step surrounding the sunken bed, Stephanie placed her lips in the nape
o
Kathy's neck, her mouth gently sucking at the smooth flesh of Kathy's
shoulders.
"Why don't you get comfortable on your stomach down there while I
get
some soothing oil to relax you with?" Stephanie's words were an
adoring
whisper in Kathy's ear.
Kathy lowered herself onto the eiderdown mattress, her body
burying
itself in the welcoming softness, her flesh alive with the feeling of
the
satin bedspread against her, her mind surrendering itself to the
reality her
body was living, her thoughts fleetingly touching on how it might feel
to have
another woman make love with her.
She had gone too far now, she couldn't turn back. She didn't
want to
turn back. Stephanie had already filled her with a warmth that had
been too
long forgotten in her life. She sighed audibly when Stephanie joined
her on
the satin coverlet, her thighs parting in total submission as Stephanie
got on
her knees behind her.
Stephanie warmed the aromatic oil in the palms of her hands
before
beginning her ministrations at the back of Kathy's ankles. Her smooth
hands
ran up and down the backs of Kathy's legs, her long slender fingers
kneading
the tight muscles trapped beneath the pale white skin. Each hand, five
fingers, rubbed and communed on each of Kathy's legs until her muscles
loosened to the consistency of warm putty. Kathy's brain seemed to be
floating out in the ozone as Stephanie's practiced fingers worked the
flesh of
her firm butt, the long fingernails leaving little trails along the
flesh, the
sensations coursing through Kathy's body etched upon her mind for
eternity.
Kathy's pulsing nipples lanced into the satiny smoothness as the
comforter as Stephanie's hands moved to the tender flesh of her lower
back,
another offering of aromatic oil having first been warmed between her
palms.
Kathy's body luxuriated in the sensuous rapture of Stephanie's hands,
her
spine transmitting wonderful signals to her brain every time Stephanie
covered
the plain of her backside with her back and forth movements.
Then, Stephanie's talented workers were administering to the
pliable
flesh of Kathy's shoulders, her fingernails occasionally cresting the
collar
bones and searching for the upper slopes of Kathy's hidden breasts.
Kathy
felt the shifting movement atop the eiderdown mattress, the pressure
increas-
ing on her shoulders, the first drops of her womanly release ebbing
within her
as Stephanie ran her tongue along the outer fold of the crevice marking
the
joining of Kathy's behind cheeks.
"Ummmmm!" Stephanie's low growl interrupted the scene playing
itself
out in Kathy's mind.
"Why don't you roll over and let me loosen up your front side
too."
Stephanie had sat back on her haunches, her repositioning
allowing Kathy
to roll over without kicking her. Kathy complied with her request
tranquilly,
her legs parting as she rolled over, her thighs brushing against
Stephanie's
knees as she repositioned herself on the downy softness of the bed.
She
opened her eyes and gazed at her image in the mirror embedded in the
ceiling.
Kathy saw her breasts as Stephanie was seeing them, flattened
mounds
atop her chest, their tips reaching upward in hopes of being tenderly
manipu-
lated and satisfied. She saw how her stomach flattened out when she
lay on
her back, the bothersome little paunch now hidden down inside her. She
marvelled at the way her hair cascaded atop the pillow, her ears
revealed for
anyone who wanted to suck and nibble on them. She gained a new
perspective on
her own womanhood as her eyes beheld the straw covered thatch between
her
legs, the little coverlet glistening in the dim light with the
minuscule
droplets which had seeped into her little forest. For the first time
in
years, Kathy felt good with herself. She felt like she was a prize
worthy of
Stephanie's unsolicited conquest.
Once more Stephanie warmed the aromatic oil in her hands, her
palms
dancing along the silky smoothness of Kathy's exposed calves, her
fingers
digging into the supple flesh of Kathy's thighs, her fingernails
repositioned
so as not to poke into the silky flesh her fingers were manipulating.
Her
thumbs worked into the crease where Kathy's legs joined her crotch,
their
circular rhythm making Kathy's hungry cavern yearn for their touch.
Careful-
ly, she massaged the expanse of smooth flesh surrounding Kathy's
underbrush, a
finger occasionally trailing into its downy softness and testing the
smooth-
ness of Kathy's pouting, outer lips. She warmed yet another teaspoon
of oil
in her palms, her hands massaging the soothing ointment into the
thicket
covering Kathy's womanhood, her ministrations ceasing only when Kathy
arched
her hips and tried to capture her fingers within her oozing epicenter.
Kathy's face flushed as Stephanie moved her slick hands up over
her
stomach, her fingers grabbing little tufts of skin and sending waves of
euphoria cascading the length of Kathy's body. Stephanie's was a
softness
that bespoke another kind of woman altogether, a woman Kathy had never
known
existed.
Kathy was overwhelmed by affection as Stephanie ran her oiled
hands over
the firm mounds of her breasts. Her breathing became erratic as
Stephanie
trapped each of her nipples between her fingers, her tugging and
pulling on
the rigid teats filling Kathy with a momentary dizziness as she
released yet
another cascade of syrupy lotion into the straw covered field between
her
legs. Kathy opened her eyes, her stare that of unashamed affection for
Stephanie.
Leaning forward, her hands holding Kathy's face between them,
Stephanie
lowered herself onto Kathy's supine form. Her body pressed Kathy
deeper into
the eiderdown mattress. Her nipples throbbed against Kathy's chest.
Her
down-covered pelvis mated exactly with Kathy's. Her lips moved back
and forth
across Kathy's mouth as her pelvis jousted with the stubby lance
between
Kathy's legs. Theirs was the one kiss destined to become an eternal
pledge.
Kathy's body was an instrument to be played on, and Stephanie was
the
senior maestro for the orchestra. Kathy's night was filled with
paradise as
Stephanie kissed her way down Kathy's body, her lips nibbling at warm
flesh,
her tongue darting and tasting the womanly sweetness seeping through
the pores
of Kathy's skin. Stephanie's own lotions began to steam and boil
inside her
as she moved her mouth on Kathy's breasts, her lips sucking in the
rigid
minarets of Kathy's nipples, her tongue plying their firmness, her
sucking
vane attempt to free them from the pale pink plains which housed them.
She
rubbed her swollen clit against the firmness of Kathy's knee as she
worked her
mouth and tongue over the rich smoothness of Kathy's stomach, her
tongue
playing in the little hole in the center of Kathy's body, her lips
sucking in
the pliable flesh of Kathy's upper abdomen. She trapped Kathy's leg
against
her pulsing womanhood as her face moved into the musky warmth anxiously
awaiting her between Kathy's legs.
Kathy's sensual appetite seemed to exceed even that of Stephanie
as she
drove her pelvis against Stephanie's mouth, impaling the studded
surface of
Stephanie's tongue deep inside her exploding mound. Stephanie's skill
in
sensual games was no match for the torrent of emotions Kathy unleashed
during
this, her first incursion into the world of Sapho love. Kathy had
fallen
headlong into the sticky, tangled web of desire, and now she wanted her
reward
to be an earthquake of sudden, spasmodic passions.
Kathy's fingers tangled themselves in the long strands covering
Stephanie's head, her hands pulling Stephanie's face into her, her hips
thrusting her flowing womanhood against Stephanie's mouth, her knee
working
Stephanie's sopping mound until it exploded in a milky white flood that
flowed
across her leg and puddled on the satin comforter. Stephanie's release
holding her in the throes of Aphrodite, she dug her tongue deep into
Kathy's
overflowing goblet, her lips sucking at the overflow, her tongue
capturing the
sweet fluids flowing from the depths of Kathy's womanhood. Their
individual
orgasms were multiple, their collective desires were mutually sated,
their
unsolicited early-morning love making set every fiber in their bodies
trem-
bling.
Their passions spent, they hugged each other convulsively, their
kisses
still eager and hungry, their prowess like sexual athletes as they
surrendered
themselves to one another atop the satin coverlet of the eiderdown bed
sunk in
the floor of the master bedroom. A sudden release of abundant
happiness
welled up in both their breasts as they kissed each other to sleep,
Kathy's
mind filled with the erotic images of the passionate love she'd just
shared
with another woman.
It was going on seven that evening when Kathy put the remainder
of her
meager possessions in the back of her car. She hadn't given Charlie
any
details other than it was over and she was leaving. Charlie had
remained on
the bed, his nakedness now seeming to her to be that of a gnarled
gargoyle in
some fairy tale. Charlie, good ole' functionally illiterate Charlie,
had
stayed as predictable as ever, all the way up to the end.
"Aw c'mon," his bleating tone irritated Kathy even more, "just
one more
blow job for the road."
Kathy looked across the room to the grotesque gnome laying on the
wrinkled sheets. She never realized that she had such a capacity for
being
repulsed, and Charlie was truly repulsive with his little pig sticker
flailing
about between his fingers.
"You want that repulsive thing sucked," her sarcastic tone of
hatred
was lost to Charlie, "either hook the stupid thing up to the vacuum
cleaner or
put your own head between your legs and suck yourself off."
Kathy departed the apartment without any further incident,
Charlie's
moans echoing through the house as he shot his wad onto his hairy
stomach.
///THE END///