Chapter 2

The music slowed, and then stopped. The lights were almost extinguished. Mandy released Dawn, only to cup the other woman’s chin and lift it just enough to brush her lips over Dawn’s. Dawn closed her eyes, uncertain of how to respond.

“Oh GOD, she must think I’m gay also,” swept through Dawn’s mind. “What do I do?” But she did nothing as the soft red lips began to cling to her own, as the grasp of Mandy’s arm around her waist tightened. Emboldened by Dawn’s apparent surrender, Mandy’s tongue slipped into Dawn’s mouth and the kiss deepened, even as Mandy’s other arm circled Dawn’s body and drew her close, pulling the reporter’s body tightly against her own. The kiss grew deep and Dawn, in spite of herself, felt a feeling coming over her she had never considered. But yes, the kiss of another woman, the feel of another woman’s body against hers was sending signals deep into her.

Dawn struggled with herself, not from any feeling of repugnance or disgust, just from the sense that she was crossing a line that she could never go back across. Then, Mandy’s hand brushed over her breast. It was such a fleeting touch that its effect on Dawn seemed all out of proportion. Dawn found herself kissing Mandy back. And more than just the press of lips, for a long moment two tongues found themselves sliding over each other.

When that moment passed, Dawn managed to pry open her eyes to see Mandy looking at her. The expression on the other woman’s face was just as amazed as the one that Dawn felt was on her own.

“Goodness,” said Mandy. “I need to sit down.” Suiting her actions to her words, she headed back to their table, where she filled both mugs, drinking off half of hers in one long swallow before sitting down.

Dawn followed slowly, her head still buzzing. “What just happened?” She flushed as she realized that she had spoken aloud.

“I’m not sure,” said Mandy. She seemed as confused as Dawn was.

Dawn took a deep breath. Mandy needed to know that what had just happened on the dance floor didn’t mean anything. Nothing at all.

“Mandy,” Dawn hesitated. The other woman looked at her quizzically. Dawn plowed on. “Mandy, I’m not a lesbian!”

Of all things she expected, Dawn did not expect the corners of Mandy’s mouth to turn up. Then she started shaking slightly. Then she was laughing out loud. This time Dawn was unable to keep her mouth from falling open.

“Oh Dawn,” Mandy calmed down and covered Dawn’s hands with hers. “I’m not a lesbian either. I am attracted to other women, the same as many others here. More than anything else though, I find this a nice place to relax and enjoy myself without being continuously hit on. I certainly don’t rule out getting married to a guy one day. I like guys. its just right now I feel more comfortable with other women. For me in comes in cycles. In six months or a year I may be only dating guys again. We’ll just see what happens.”

Dawn relaxed, understanding more of Mandy and accepting it, and her new friend. They shared yet another pitcher of beer and a number of more dances, slow and fast. When closing time came, they decided to share a cab rather than drive home under the influence. Each carefully locked up her own car. Without much spoken discussion they settled into the back seat of the taxi, heading towards Mandy’s apartment first.

On the way they whispered about mostly nothing and giggled. Part of their antics were for the benefit of the driver, who knew darn well what kind of place he had picked two women up from.

Still, the snuggling together produced its own results. They held hands and leaned against each other. Dawn found Mandy’s legs enticing, peeking from under her skirt. When they reached the first destination they both stepped from the cab, Dawn paying the driver and tipping him generously since he wouldn’t be going on to the second stop.

They stepped through the door of Mandy’s apartment. The moment she closed the door behind them, Dawn was in her arms. The kiss, broken at the club’s dance floor, resumed. This time there was no hesitation. Dawn’s mouth opened and Mandy plunged her tongue inside. Dawn shrugged out of her jacket, letting fall to the floor.

Mandy’s hand was on her breast again. This time though, it was no fleeting brush. Her fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of Dawn’s blouse until they could slip into the opening. One tip ran along the cup of Dawn’s bra, the nail gliding over the flesh spilling from the lace.

Dawn gasped and her own hands responded, hauling the taller woman’s blouse from her skirt. her hands slid up under it, caressing the firm stomach, then circling around to the smooth skin of the back and rising until eager fingers could fumble at the catches to the bra.

Mandy stepped from her heels, bringing her to the same height now as Dawn. Their mouths locked together. Mandy pushed Dawn backwards, the other woman following her lead as they reeled through the living room and down the hallway. The passage was littered by scattered clothing. Mandy’s skirt fell by Dawn’s suit jacket. Several steps later first there was one blouse, then the other. Dawn’s shoes marked the beginning of the hallway, her slacks the end of it. Mandy’s black lace bra lodged on the top of the bedroom door, Dawn’s white one on a chest at the foot of the bed. Then Dawn was stretched on the covers, Mandy bending over, still kissing her as she strove to pull the reporter’s pantyhose down her legs. The bank officer’s black panties were her only remaining garb, their French cut emphasizing the length of her smooth legs.

Mandy stood, almost triumphant as she stripped the sheer nude pantyhose from Dawn. The white cotton panties the reporter had been wearing under them came free also. Mandy’s gaze ran up Dawn’s legs, beginning at her red painted toenails and traveling all the way up to her eyes. The two woman locked gazes. Never losing eye contact, Mandy bent over, pushing he panties down her legs and stepping from then. Still fastened on the other’s wide open eyes, The standing woman lowered herself to the bed. Her hand touched Dawn’s hip.

As though that gentle touch completed a circuit, the two women flung themselves together. Arms circled the other’s bodies. Legs intertwined, muscles straining as they sought to crush each other closer and closer. Dawn felt Mandy’s thigh jam itself between her legs and she began to squirm against its smooth firmness. The dark hair of her bush slid up and down, leaving a trail of the wetness that was already flowing from her.

Mandy was on top, her leg flexing and relaxing as she ground that thigh against Dawn’s swollen labia. The two women kissed wildly, their tongues dueling. A hand once again closed on Dawn’s breast, squeezing it and flicking the stiff nipple back and forth with her fingers.

Dawn slid one hand down Mandy’s back until her fingers locked on the other woman’s butt. At the same time, she wiggled her other hand between them, searching until she cupped Mandy’s mound. Her thumb found the stiff nubbin it was searching for at the same time that two fingers plunged between already open lips and deep into the silky cavern of Mandy’s womanhood.

The woman on top squealed and redoubled her kisses, caresses and the motion of her leg. Dawn, not completely sure of what to do, simply fingered Mandy as though she was touching herself. It worked. Mandy ground her leg almost savagely against her pussy. Fingers pulled and pinched her nipple. She responded by rubbing her thumb faster and harder against Mandy, circling and the pressing upon the other woman’s clit.

Dawn strained up under Mandy. She could feel the slick skin rasping back and forth. The weight of the woman topping her meant the top of each leg grind mashed against her own clit. She felt Mandy suddenly clamp down on her fingers, trapping them inside her. The TV reporter rode her lover’s thigh, locking her legs around the limb between then. She cried out, jamming her hand as far into Mandy as she could, even as the other woman screamed hoarsely as she fell against her.

The waves shooting through both women rendered them speechless, but not motionless. Once Mandy had recovered her breath, she kissed the other woman and then began to work her way down the attractive body under her. She raised herself up, away from Dawn, allowing only fleeting contact between their bodies. Only her lips and her dark hair touched the smooth skin under her, a skin that was slick and covered in goosebumps.

Mandy tried to take her time, tried to tease her new lover, make her beg for what Mandy was so eager to give. She managed to hold herself together as she kissed the white throat and chest, managed to remain in control as her tongue flicked back and forth at the hard nipples. But when Dawn cried out as the taller woman’s hair brushed over those same nipples, when Dawn’s tummy sucked in at Mandy’s first nibbles, when eager fingers locked into her hair and pushed, Mandy lost any semblance of restraint.

Wildly she slipped down between Dawn’s open legs. Pausing for no longer than an instant to savor the rich scent of Dawn’s arousal, she plunged her tongue inside her friend, already dripping wet with the results of Dawn’s first orgasm. Mansy closed her eyes and revelled in the taste of Dawn. Her hands slipped up to tease Dawn’s breasts. Her fingers curled, running just the tips over the firm orbs.

Dawn was already bucking again under Mandy’s touch. The blonde’s fingers gripped the dark head bobbing between her legs. Mandy’s tongue rasped in and out of Dawn, reaching deeper into her pussy with each stroke. Faster and faster the more experienced woman’s tongue darted into the wet tunnel, farther and farther it reached. Dawn squirmed almost helplessly, her hips lifting and falling. Mandy rode her lover’s gyrations, her lips, tongue and fingers never leaving Dawn’s body.

“Mandy, oh God, oh GOD, OHHH GOD,” Dawn cried out. Her body arched, locking in the air and then suddenly collapsing on to the bed as she came again.

Finally heart rates slowed and breathing began to return to normal. The two women relaxed, cuddling against each other. Mandy’s last act before they fell asleep was to pull the coverlet from the foot of bed over their nude bodies.

The rest of the weekend was like a dream. The two women snuggled, made love again, and again. For the first time Dawn went down on another woman. They scrubbed each other in the shower, only to start up again. By the time Dawn finally went home Sunday afternoon she was so happily exhausted she was quite sure she would never be interested in having sex again.

Monday morning came. Dawn, along with her team-mates on the early show, worked through the local news for the two hours they were on the air. They sat back and relaxed as the national news program took over. Dawn’s mind was still in a whirl over the weekend.

Just as a matter of personal interest, she turned her attention on Josh, who shared the news desk with her. The two of them had a good working relationship and a teasing attitude existed between them. Josh was married, with a darling baby girl. She had always found him attractive, although she would have never made the slightest move on him.

Now she regarded him through changed eyes. Where they changed? She still thought of him as handsome. She mentally undressed him. Not as smooth and as curvy as Mandy by any means. Still, a smile flickered across her face, she wouldn’t mind someone like him but unattached. Mandy was right. She hadn’t closed any doors, she had just opened a new one.

Rick bustled in to the studio. “Good show everyone,” he boomed. After talking to Josh, he approached her.

“Hey. Come up with anything interesting? Find the Deputy Mayor or anyone else there the public would want to know about? Dawn shook her head. She was saved from any further questioning as Rick continued. “Well, never mind. I’ve got a much better story for you anyway. We’ve received a tip that there’s some funny business going on with the bail bond system in the local courts. Want the story?”

Dawn grinned, “You bet.”

“Its yours. Do the digging and if you come up with anything legitimate you can count on some serious air time.” Rick laughed and gripped Dawn’s shoulder for a second. “You might still be ‘perky’ but you’ll be serious perky. Come by the office in an hour and we’ll set it all up.”

He turned and started off. Looking back he added, “Seriously, do you want to do anything more on that other piece?”

Dawn shook her head. “I’m going to finish a couple of things I was looking into but then I’ll just file my notes.”

“Okay, an hour then.”

Dawn headed off to her desk. Her hand slipped into her purse, touching the piece of paper she had found in her jacket pocket when she had finally got home on Sunday. The note had a phone number on it and a simple message.

“Yes,” Dawn thought. There was at least one more thing about that story she needed to look into.