Chapter 2

“Oops,” Karen groaned.

Janet closed the door. “Guess you get to spend the night. … I don’t mind.”

“Me either. Not like I haven’t seen you naked. Te he.”

“Not that I haven’t undressed you a few times in my mind.” Janet smiled a wicked little smile.

Karen leaned over and kissed Janet letting her lips linger just long enough to say what she was thinking. Before she pulled back, Janet’s tongue pressed slightly though Karen’s lips in a tender little exploration.

“I have thought about this before,” Karen whispered like she was telling a deep dark secret that she had never told anyone.

Karen pulled Janet closer and kissed her again, a hand lingering over a breast, a fingertip rubbing back and forth over the nipple covered only by the fabric of the blouse.

“I’m glad,” Janet cooed. “It will feel good to just hold you close tonight.”

“Maybe we could open that wonderful looking bottle of Merlot and cuddle for a while in front of the fire?” Karen suggested.

“So you’re a mind reader too?”

They sat on the floor leaning back against the couch; a single blanket wrapped around them both, the fire roaring like the feelings building for each other. A half filled glass beside each other, fingers curled around the stem as they traded little kisses between sentences.

“Why have you thought about this?” Jackie asked.

“Maybe I’ve read too many erotic lesbian stories over too many years. For some reason I have always enjoyed them more than other kinds of erotic stories. Maybe more than even ‘normal’ stories.”

“But you never experimented?”

“Guess I thought I’d just wait until I met you.” Karen leaned over and gave Janet’s cheek another little peck.

Nothing was said for another hour as they leaned against each other, just enjoying the feel of being with someone that seemed to share some of the pain of the other. Under the blanket, their fingers intertwined and occasionally rubbed back and forth against each other.

The bottle was empty, both half asleep, and the fire now just a bed of red-hot coals. Janet kissed Karen’s lips until she was slightly more awake. “Ready for bed?” she whispered softly into her ear and then kissed the earlobe, sucking it gently between her lips.

“If you’ll be my teddy bear?”

“Of course.” Janet stood and reached down to help Karen stand.

Karen leaned the door to the bathroom and smiled while she watched Janet sitting on the toilet. “Seems so personal to watch,” she said very softly almost as though Janet was not expected to hear her.

“It’s okay. Makes me feel closer to you,” Janet said as they traded places.

Karen wiped between her legs and more out of habit than necessity, pulled her jeans up and snapped them shut.

They walked hand in hand to the bed and sat on the edge next to each other. Their upper arms pressed against each other as their heads turned and eyes gazed towards the other’s eyes. There was just a single light peck on the lips.

“Undress me?” Karen asked.

Naked, both women pulled the sheet and comforter over them as they lay facing each other, bare skin resting against bare skin, one arm over the others side. Janet kissed Karen a few times on the lips; Karen’s tongue explored Janet’s mouth.

“This is the perfect ending to a perfect afternoon,” Karen said softly, her hand lightly touching things she had not touched before on another person. Her fingertips dipped into the wetness between Janet’s legs just enough to make them also wet. She held her hand in front of her lips and inhaled deeply, then sucked the moisture off. “Even better than in the stories. … Taste me.”

The morning sun reflected though the large sheet of ice over the window by the bed, small rainbows shown on the wall here and there as trees swayed back and forth in the wind. They lay asleep, still wrapped in each other’s arms, lips inches apart. Karen’s eyes flickered slightly as she tried to understand where she was. Janet did likewise.

“I slept better than in a long, long time,” Karen moaned as she shifted her body so it lay more on top of Janet. Her hand reached under the covers until it lay over the folds of skin where she had found that delicious wetness last night. “Guess I’ve liked morning fucks best.” One finger, then a second dug deep inside.

“Oh-h-h my-y!” Janet said loudly as she pulled one knee up towards her chest before stretching it out.

Karen worked the two fingers in and out slowly and her lips kissed their way down from Janet’s lips towards a nipple. As she began to suck the nipple into her mouth, Janet rested her hands over Karen’s hair and her fingers slipped though the long brown strands, occasionally pulling a piece out to the side.

As Karen worked her way down, Janet softly said, “You don’t have…”

“I want to darling,” Karen stopped speaking for a moment, and then started again. “And I want you … I want our lips over all of us.”

Karen flipped the covers back toward the foot of the bed leaving both of them completely exposed. She twisted her body until Janet’s face was next to the top of her thighs. Janet didn’t need any further invitation and pressed her lips firmly against Karen’s pussy, driving her tongue deep inside.

“Oh baby, that feels so good,” Karen yelled, for some reason feeling comfortable to express herself in ways she had never felt before. “Suck my cunt!” she screamed. “Eat me,” she growled as she ground against Janet’s mouth. It didn’t take long before Karen was moaning and screaming all kinds of unintelligible sounds.

Lying cuddled in each other’s arms, tips of noses touching, lips extending to touch the other’s lips, they looked into each other’s eyes.

“You learn quickly. Was it as good as the stories?”

“Oh hell yeah! I might be able to get used to this.” Karen giggled.

“It’s Tuesday. I don’t have to work today.”

“I hope you want to stay with me.”

Janet slapped Karen’s bare ass and a loud whack roared though the room.

A second slap landed in the same place.

“Ok, Ok. I WANT to stay.”

Karen stood by the bed, before walking to the bathroom. Janet leaned over the edge of the mattress looking at the clothes scattered across the floor. She pointed and said, “Messy.”

Karen leaned down and picked up the clothes. “Sorry, we were in too big of a rush last night.”

Janet and Karen sat naked on the couch, covered only by the comforter, and leaning against each other as they watched the fire. A large sheet of ice crashed off the roof as they sipped coffee.

“I love the way you warm me up,” Karen softly said as Janet’s hand rubbed over her breast.

“Maybe we will be frozen in until spring.”

“Only until spring? You may have spoiled me.”

They sat cuddled together for half an hour just touching and cuddling.

“Why?” Janet asked somewhat suddenly assuming Karen knew what she was asking.

“It helped that I’d thought a lot about what it might be like … to be with a woman. All those stories and lots of touching myself helped me work … well it just felt right with you.”

“I wanted you that first time at the grocery store. One day I had to stand in front of the frozen food to cool myself off after seeing you.”

“I’m not that good looking. Am I?”

“Can we go slow with this? Don’t get me wrong. Last night and this morning was better than I could have dreamed of.”

“As fast or slow as you want. I am just enjoying your company darling.”

“Darling … I like the sound of that.”

Karen stood in line to pay for a book and flipped though her wallet to find a credit card to use. A picture was tucked in one of the plastic sleeves, a picture of Janet. Karen stood looking at it not knowing when Janet had put it there.

“You’re next,” the person behind her said.

She laid the book upside down on the counter. The woman turned the book over and whispered the title ‘Lesbian Love and Life’, then looked at Karen and smiled. Karen frowned and started to say, “It’s not for…” then said nothing else. The woman whispered, “It’s a good book,” then slipped it into a bag. “It helped me.”

As Karen walked out of the bookstore like she was sneaking out of a porn store. She slipped Janet’s picture into the book at the start of chapter one and the book into her purse. The weather was cold, the wind howled against her back, and she walked quickly down the sidewalk to work.

Karen’s desk was in a corner where most people didn’t go except to talk to her. She pulled the book out of her purse, leaving one drawer of her desk open so she could quickly dump it if anyone came her way. For several minutes she just looked at the picture, a fingertip occasionally touching the face as though she was actually touching Jackie.

She was so entranced that she didn’t hear Sandy walk up. “Who is she?”

Karen was startled and fumbled with the book and picture. The book landed face up with the title so Sandy could easily read the big bold letters on the cover over a picture of two women kissing.

“It’s for a friend.”

“That’s okay Karen. I understand. It’s not like I haven’t had those feelings too. More than a few times even. After Kevin left me two years ago I wondered even more.” Sandy paused and they looked at each other not saying anything. “Is she the person you’re seeing?” Sandy sat in the chair next to Karen’s desk reaching over to take the picture.

Karen nodded her head. “Guess I couldn’t keep it a secret anyway.”

“Bet you look good together.” Sandy handed the picture back and laid her hand on back of Karen’s hand. “I won’t tell anyone. Just know I understand and I don’t mind. … How long?”

“We just met, but she was the first woman…”

“I’m proud of you. If you need to talk, I’m here for you.” Sandy stood and walked away.

“That went well, but it will be much worse with others,” Karen thought. “Am I ready for that? Guess that is the big question.”

Over the next few days, Karen read the 342 pages at least 3 times, some chapters 5 or 6 times. Her head spun and her mind raced, but she knew that love trumped all. At least that was what her mother had always told her.

The book was stuffed in her purse as she knocked on Janet’s door.

“Hey darling, no need to knock. My place is your place you know.”

Karen walked in, her smile was missing and her head hung down a little. Janet noticed and wrapped her arms around Karen. “Sweetie … what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Janet held her hand and led her to the couch and pulled her down next to her.

Karen took the book out. “I’ve been doing some reading. One of my coworkers even saw me reading the book, but was supportive. I know most people might not be.”

“I do. I just have never gone against the tides before.”

“If you really want to be with me, I will help. I sometimes forget what IT was like.”

The snow covered trees flashed passed the windows of the ratty twenty-year-old four-wheel drive Blazer poorly painted in three shades of brown as the wipers slapped back and forth knocking snow off the windshield. The radio was just loud enough to drown out the drone of the transfer case that sounded like it was ready to fail 10,000 miles ago. A snowplow passed going in the other direction throwing huge sheets of brown snow high in the air.

“Thanks for asking me to come.” Karen said, her hand resting on Janet’s thigh.

“You belong in that seat.”

They weren’t going any place in particular, just driving down the road, a chance to be out and together. Something they had not done much. The snow got heaver by the mile and the wipers were having trouble keeping the windshield clear. Karen’s hand slipped around on the thigh, occasionally touching sensitive places.

“Love your touch darling.” Janet moaned in a throaty voice taking a quick peek at Karen before turning back.

The sun was barely shinning though the dark clouds, the snow and road grime covered the headlights so much that it was now hard to see where the edge of the two-lane road was. The half lit neon sign flashed ‘otel’, the part with the name no longer worked. It was one of those long one-story motels of the 40’s that had seen too many owners to count. There were maybe thirty rooms and the parking lot was half full. Janet pulled in and stopped at the office.