Just One Of Those Things
By Mavis Applewater
Copyright © August 2000
Disclaimers: Xena, Gabrielle & Crew belong
to those nice folks at Renaissance Pictures, Universal/MCA. I mention this because although this tale is
of the Uber variety, which takes place in the here and now and our favorite
ancient Greek gal pals are nowhere to be seen; the main characters do bare a
striking resemblance to Xena and Gabrielle. (And probably nothing like the two
talented actress who play them.) All
similarities end there. Everything else
contained in this tale is mine all mine.
It cannot be reprinted without my permission.
SEX/VIOLENCE & ROADTRIPS: There is a great deal of sex. (Thank you
very much) The sexual nature of this
tale is between two consenting adult females and a yak. (Okay I am lying about
the yak, just wanted to give a chuckle to those of you who actually read the
disclaimers.) If this offends you
please read something else. (you narrow minded son of a bacchae! Oooops.)
If you are underage or this is illegal where you live, my apologies but
you must go now. There is no violence
in this story. (With the exception of
driving the streets of Boston. If you have driven in our fair city you know
what I am talking about.) As for
roadtrips that is a yes.
A NOTE OF THANKS: Thank you to the Bartenders at a well know nightclub in
Cambridge, Ma. USA. For allowing me to
use their likeness. Although the
depiction in this story may not reflect the actual personality of the real life
person and not all of the bar staff are based on real people, the Lucy rule is
very real and is still being enforced!
Thanks again for granting your permission. Also a note of thanks to my beta reader Heather Stewart.
As always this is for Heather.
Just One Of Those Things
CHAPTER ONE
"It
was just one of those things."
As the thought rolled through her mind, Olivia just could not help but
feel how incredibly lame it sounded.
But it was the truth. She had
not been looking to have a one night stand, but this woman was far too amazing
to resist. Face it no one with a pulse could have turned her
down. She was the kind of woman that
could turn a gay man straight and a straight woman gay. The tall dark stranger with piercing blue
eyes had drawn Olivia to her like a moth to a flame. It was one of those once in a life time experiences. An adventure to reflect upon in her golden
years. "If you explain it to
Ruth that way . . . you may not live to see your golden years!" Olivia cautioned herself. "Maybe that was the solution to her
problem?" She asked herself as
she looked around the airplane that was taking her home to Boston. For the first time in her thirty one years
Olivia Davenport silently prayed for engine failure. "Hell if I went down in flames now Ruth would never know
that I betrayed her.".
A firery death seemed to be the only solution
to the problems that would be awaiting her once she returned home. The idea of not telling Ruth just never
occured to her. No matter how strained
their relationship had been she was not going to hide her infiedelity from her
lover. She looked around the airplane
once again and moaned deeply. It would
most likely be very bad karma to take all of these innocent people down with
her, just so she could avoid telling her lover that she had cheated on
her.
"How
did my boring little life becoming so complicated in less than twenty four
hours?" Olivia reflected at
the events that brought her to this unusual situation. Everything had started out innocently
enough. A business trip to New York
. A few days in the big apple courtesy
of the company. It was an unexpected
invitation from her boss. Tim Johnson
was stepping down. Opting for an early
retirement from Brookehaven Enterprises.
The news had started as a rumor less than two months ago and it had
surprised everyone in her department.
Olivia had no idea if the rumor was true or not until last week when Tim
had called her to his office.
"Olivia." He smiled at her as she entered the office. She took a seat in one of the large leather
chairs in front of his desk. He looked
so tired she thought. He looked out of
the windows that lined his office. A
corner office in the Hancock Tower was a thing of beauty.
Normally Tim looked good in the setting with
his dark skin and graying temples, the office had always reflected his style
with the mahogany desk. The walls
carefully decorated with african american art work. Olivia had always been facinated by the paintings that adorn the
walls. All of the pieces had been from the seventeen and eighteen
hundreds. The artists styles
varied. All were worthy of hanging in a
gallery. But what made these works
special were that everyone of them had been painted by slaves. Some of the work had been hidden or lost for
years. Of course on the book shelves
there was a collection of sports memorabilia.
An
autographed baseball from the Red Sox and a football signed by the Pats. His pride and joy was a basketball signed by
Larry Bird. Face it Boston was a sports
town. Even though she knew Tim loved
the galleries and music the city had to offer. If Pedro was pitching that night
she knew her boss was going to be fighting the traffic to get to Fenway
Park. It broke her heart to see him
that day. His fire was gone. He looked beaten. "I assume that you have heard the rumors?" He asked quietly his usual smile noticeably
absent.
"Yes." Olivia answered quietly.
"What I am about to tell you must be kept
quiet for now." He said
heavily. Olivia felt her heart drop as
she realized that the rumors were indeed true.
He was leaving. The man who had
been her friend and mentor since she graduated from Wellesly was leaving.
"You are leaving aren't you." Olivia whispered. It wasn't a question.
"Yes." He sighed as his shoulders dropped. It appeared that suddenly a heavy burden had been lifted. "I had not planned on retiring so
suddenly. I thought it would be years
from now. I had hoped that it would be
you who would fill my shoes when that day came. But it is too soon for that.
I am sorry about that."
"Don't be." Olivia protested.
"You gave me my first job.
You taught me everything I know.
I could never repay you for that."
"That smile is payment enough." He beamed at her as he finally took his
seat. "You will be taking Kenny's
position."
"So the rumor mill is right on
track." Olivia chuckled thinking
that the CIA could learn a thing or two from the secrateries at
Brookehaven. "Kenny is the new boss." It made sense Olivia thought. Kenny is Tim's second in command.
"No." Tim laughed slightly.
"For once we have managed to keep a few things quiet around
here. Kenny is going to Los
Angeles. He will be heading the
department there. It is smaller and he
wants to go back to the west coast. How
do you feel about spending a few days in New York on the companie's dime? You could bring Ruth. I am going down there to meet with suits
from corporate. I will need someone
there to help me organize things. Kenny
will take over here in my absence. It
will be good for the both of you to get your feet wet in your new roles. Plus you will have free time to take in the
sights and a chance to meet the new head honcho. I want the two of you to get know each other since you will be
working so closely together."
"How
can I refuse?" Olivia teased
trying to lighten the mood. "So
what can I expect from my new boss?"
"You know me better than that." Tim warned her. "No preconceived notions.
Either you hit it off or you don't."
"When do we leave?" Olivia offered.
"Tuesday morning." Tim smiled.
"I know you are going to do well."
"Thank you." Olivia added
gently. "This is a big break for
me."
"You earned it." Tim said
firmly. "I may have recommended
you. But the final decision wasn't
mine. It was up to your new boss. Congratulations Olivia." He stood and offered his hand to her. She took it and shook it warmly.
"Tim?" Olivia began slowly as she released his hand. She did not want to pry but it was the
suddenness of his departure from the company he had helped build. "Is everything all right?"
"No." He confessed. "It is
Laura." His eyes clouded over as
he spoke his wife's name. "It is
MS."
"Oh Tim!" Olivia gasped.
"When? We just saw each
other last month for tennis."
"I know." Tim smiled. "And she
beat you too. She was doing well
than. Her symptoms come and go. We found out over three years ago. We wanted to tell you but by then we were so
sick of talking about it. I wanted to cut back on work when we first found
out. But Laura
would have none of that. You know how she is. She decided that she could either give up or
fight. She was doing great. Most of the time no one would ever know how
sick she is. But recently she started
to loose the battle." His eyes
grew heavy as he almost whispered these words.
"It's not over yet." Olivia offered a she placed a comforting
hand on his arm.
"Damn right." He reassured her. "But I am not wasting my time and
efforts sitting behind this desk. If we
beat this then we beat it together. If
we loose than I am going to be right there with her. Look at what we do."
He
voice strained at the words. "We
make deals so that our clients trading cards ended up in the right cereal
boxes. In the larger scheme of things I
would rather be with my wife and my kids and enjoying my grandchildren. Not making deals with this company and that
company. Especially when all of the companies we work with are
owned by or connected to the same larger corporation. Nope I’m spending my time enjoying my family."
Olivia left his office stunned. She had invited Ruth hoping that perhaps the
trip would help their relationship.
Ruth declined. Even with couples
therapy things only seemed to getting worse for them. She had always envied Tim and Laura's relationship. They were like her own parents. After all of the years they had been
together you could still see a spark the other's eyes as they looked at their
partner. The news of Laura's illness
just did not seem fair. After thirty
some odd years together the couple had endured a great deal.
Laura
loved telling the story of her parents reaction to Tim the first time she
brought him home for dinner. Her
conservative Boston family were more than a little surprised when the blonde
socialite walked into the family estate with the tall black man on her
arm. Olivia was shocked when she
learned that neither set of parents had attended the couples modest
wedding. Laura's family cut her off her
finacially and emotionally. But they
endured. Of course Tim always insisted
that the indifference had nothing to do with race. It was because he was a Yale man.
Laura's
family was Harvard all the way.
Eventually after many years and four beautiful children both sets of
in-laws relented. The couple had worked
hard each finishing their educations and made their own way. Without finacial or emotional support from
either family the couple surpassed their goals. Of course the Harvard vs Yale debate would never die. Not surprisingly not one of the four
children opted to attended either University.
Marcus went to Stanford, Lawrence went to MIT, Carrie a Vassar girl and
Leslie went to Smith.
Olivia
had always dreamed that some day she would have the type of relationship that
she had witnessed growing up. Until she
met Tim and Laura she wondered if her parents marriage had been a fluke. Somewhere along the way she had given up on
finding that kind of relationship. She
settled for comfortable. Ruth was just
that. Still her resistance for an all
expense paid trip to New York had been a surprise.
Olivia
let it go for now. She threw herself
into the roll of Tim's second in command.
The next few days had been educational.
She still had not met the new boss.
Try as she may she could not pry any information out of Tim regarding
this mysterious James. Her natural curiosity was driving her and
Tim up the wall. Finally a little after
five on Friday Tim told her relax and take the rest of night off.
"I know I wanted you to get your feet wet but I also said that you
would have some free time to enjoy the city as well." Tim scolded her.
"I am here to learn." Olivia interrupted. "Maybe I could focus more if I knew
what to expect from James?" She
prodded.
"Nice try." Tim responded with a smile.
"Why didn't Ruth come with you?
Laura never passes on trip to here."
Olivia
had been pleased when Laura joined them on their trip. "Where is she now?" Olivia asked
hoping to change the subject
.
"Shopping." Tim laughed.
"Lawrence took her down to Fifth Avenue. I may have to mortgage the house. Now if Ruth had come she could have gone with them and I wouldn't
be in debt by myself."
"Ruth hates shopping." Olivia grumbled. "That is more my thing."
"Now that is what I am talking
about." Tim added
thoughtfully. "Preconceived
ideas. You shop, I know you love to
cook but you are a jock as well."
"Your point?" Olivia flared her green eyes at him as she
ran her hands through her short blonde hair.
"My son Lawrence the book worm who loves
Broadway musicals is straight."
Tim explained. "Hell I love
Broadway musicals. But Marcus who is a
jock as is his lover Steve hate
musicals. Hell the two of them make me
look prissy. When we visit them all
they do is talk about sports. The last
time we were on the west coast Laura and I wanted to see Cats . . . again. They acted as if we invited them to have
dinner with Newt Gingrich. Now my point
is. ."
"You have one?" Olivia teased.
"Yes." He teased her. "My
point is if I tell you anything about James you will start to form an
opinion. Whether you know it or
not, I am sorry about keeping you here
longer than expected. But there were
some snags in L.A. . But you will meet
James tomorrow for brunch. Now get out
here and go have some fun. Or we have tickets for the theatre tonight you could
join us. It will be Laura and I and
Lawrence and his wife."
"No thanks I have plans." Olivia lied.
"I know." He sighed. "Paper
work and a phone call home to Boston."
"Not exactly." Olivia grimaced knowing he had seen right
through her.
"Ruth had plans tonight so no phone call home."
"This trip hasn't caused any problems has
it?" Tim question her with
concern.
"No." Olivia answered honestly.
The problems or problem as it were was already there and had been there
for most of their relationship. She
didn't want to talk about this. She
talked about far too much in couples therapy for the past year and a half. Olivia said her goodbyes and left Tim's
room. As she made her way down the
corridor towards the elevator her mind flashed to the look in Tim's eyes. It was the same look that most of her
friends possessed when the topic of conversation turned towards her lover. With the exception of Sydney no one ever
said a negative thing about Ruth or their relationship. But Olivia got the impression that her friends
weren't thrilled when the couple moved in together just shy of a month of
dating.
Everyone
was polite about it with usually "that's nice." or "so
long as you are happy." comments.
Sydney always the exception to the rule called Olivia "the
U-Haul poster girl!". Tact
was never Sydney's strong suit. Olivia
felt tired as she pushed the button to call the elevator. Thoughts of her failing relationship were
weighing heavily on her. As she stepped
into the elevator she decided to head to the lobby and grab a book or a
magazine from the gift shop.
Tonight would be a good night to just forget
about everything. She formed a new
plan. She would not work tonight
instead she would take a bubble bath crawl into bed with something to read
after she raided the honor bar to celebrate her new promotion. Ruth's negative reaction to the trip and her
lack of enthusiasm had sucked the life out of Olivia's new job. So now she would pamper herself and just
kick back. She was honestly far too
tired to do anything else.
As
the elevator doors opened into lobby Olivia found herself looking at the most
beautiful woman she had ever seen.
Olivia's mouth went dry as eyes trailed up to fully capture the ominous
creature. She stood at least six feet
tall towering above Olivia's five foot four frame. Her chisel features and steely blue eyes captured Olivia's
breath. She stood there with her mouth
hanging open. "My God her hair
is jet black. No not black it is
raven. Long raven tresses. And those eyes . . .".
"Excuse me?" The inpatient bellhop said snapping Olivia out of her trance.
Suddenly
she felt very embarrassed as she realized that she had kept people waiting
while she was literally gawking at some stranger. "I er um daserfert . . ." She stammered out as she
rushed out of the elevator. Holding her
face in her hands she tried to regain some degree of composure. "What the hell was that? What did I say was that even english??
Idiot!" Olivia inhaled one
final calming breath as she turned to see the elevator doors closing. Just as they were about to close she caught
a glimpse of a dazzling smile directed at her.
At least she hoped it was directed at her.
CHAPTER TWO
At
that moment her brain ceased to function.
Olivia found herself in her room at the hotel where she had showered and
changed into a new outfit. No longer
clad in her gray business skirt and heels.
She was now dressed in a pair of black jeans and a teal sleeveless
t-shirt and black Joan and David boots.
She had no memory of coming upstairs.
No recall of taking a shower or changing into her new outfit. She didn't stop to think about this. She had to get out and clear her mind of
everything.
She
found herself exiting the hotel and requesting a cab from the door man. Fortunately the cab pulled up
immediately. If she had stopped to
think about her actions she would have retreated back to her hotel room. She pulled out the name and address of the
bar and instructed the driver where to go.
She had received the information from Sydney. One of Sydney's coworkers at the Stardust in Cambridge was a
frequent visitor to New York. And he
knew all of the good places to go. When
Olivia had asked Sydney for a place to go she had thought she would be with
Ruth.
Ruth
was now vacant from her thoughts as she found herself sitting in the tiny bar
just off of Hudson. Olivia sat on her
stool lost in thoughts of a certain tall dark stranger. She ignored the other patrons. Olivia wasn't rude but she didn't feel like
chatting either. "So why are
you here?" she asked herself.
She hadn't spoken to anyone but the bartender. Who was very attentive but Olivia knew that had more to do with
the generous tip she had offered. After
watching Sydney one night she realized that many people for whatever reason
either did not tip or did not do it very well.
What
was she doing here? She did not want to
talk to anyone. She did not want to
dance and she did not want to shoot pool.
She looked down at the sex on the beach she had been nursing since she
first arrived. "Well you don't
want to get drunk either." She
laughed at herself. Time to leave. She stood and made her way to the door
suddenly wondering why she had come here in the first place. Olivia opened the door to leave and was
greeted by the vision that had been haunting her all evening.
It must
be a dream or wishful thinking. But it
was neither. There she stood just as
she had before. This time dressed in a
pair of worn blue jeans a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Her memorizing blue eyes captured Olivia's
stunned green eyes.
The stranger smiled and reached down and took Olivia by the hand and led
her out of the club. Neither spoke as
the stranger hailed a cab. They entered
the taxi and neither spoke. They just
sat there holding hands staring into one another's eyes. "Where to ladies?" The driver repeated in irritation. "Parker Meridian." Olivia offered finally as a strong yet
gentle hand caressed her cheek.
Without a word spoken the two were drawn closer to the other. The dark stranger leaned forward and tilted
her head down as the fair Olivia pressed against her reaching up. Their lips brushed slightly. There was a
spark ignited between them as they reunited the lips once again.
The gentleness soon gave way to passionate
urgency. A moan escaped from Olivia as
she parted the stranger's lips with her tongue. She pressed the length of her body into the passionate stranger
as the dark woman ran her hand up Olivia's side and rested it gently on her
breast. Olivia deepened the kiss as she
felt strong fingers gently teasing her nipple through the fabric of her
shirt. Olivia wrapped her fingers into
the long raven tresses pulling the woman closer to her. Their bodies melted together as they
continued to kiss. Over come with need
for oxygen the two broke the kiss gasping for air.
Olivia looked up into her mystery woman's
eyes. Her tall dark stranger was
trembling. "She is
frightened? Did I do that?" Olivia reached up and gently caressed the
dark woman's cheek. Smiling at the
vision of beauty before her. Some how
her display of sudden vulnerability made even more appealing. Olivia suddenly wondered if they should
stop. As she gazed deeply into the
stranger's crystal blue eyes the desire there captured Olivia's soul. Leaning forward she began nibbling on her
chiseled jaw. Slowly her lips began to
taste the strangers skin as she began moved down to her long neck. Her mystery woman growled with desire. Strong fingers ran threw her short blonde
hair encouraging her to continue her exploration.
Her heart was beating wildly as she continued
tasting the woman's neck. Olivia felt
herself being pulled down on top of her mystery woman. Both were lying down on the back seat of the
taxi. Olivia found herself wrapped in
the taller woman's legs. She pushed
herself deeper into her mystery woman's well toned body. She gently pushed open her black leather
jacket.
She
moaned with pleasure as she gazed at her nipples straining against the cotton
of the woman's white cotton shirt.
Tentatively she reached down and gently captured on of the woman's
breast in the palm of one of her hands.
She began to tease her as she stroked the already erect nipple with her
palm. Her lips once again descended
upon the supple tanned skin of the dark haired beauties neck. Her actions were greeted enthusiastically
with a deep moan.
Olivia's kisses began to descend lower she
could feel the woman's pulse beating wildly.
Encourage by the obvious effect she was having her lips moved from the
graceful neck and bent lower. The
enticing sight of her breast straining against its confines drew her down. Her lips were about to capture their prize .
. . "We are here ladies!" A
stern masculine voice summoned them from the front of the taxi.
Olivia
struggled to lift herself up into a sitting position. Olivia found herself fighting back the urge
to laugh as she watched her tall companion fighting against her confines. Realizing it must have been uncomfortable
for the tall woman to try and lay down in such a small space. The dark stranger banged her head into the
door as she tried to raise herself into a sitting position. The stranger groaned as she finally regained
her balance. Without hesitation Olivia
raised her hand to the woman's head in concern.
The woman took Olivia's out stretched hand and
kissed it gently. "They really
need to make these things bigger."
She teased in a deep sultry voice.
The woman shoved some money into the slot for the driver. "Enjoy the show?" She teased the driver as she exited the
taxi. She stood holding the door
reaching down to take Olivia's hand.
They walked through the lobby hand in hand
without speaking a word. They did not
look at each other as they waited for the elevator to arrive. As they stepped into the elevator a sudden
attack of panic ripped threw her. "What
am I doing?" She glanced over
at her companion seeing the tall woman lost in thought. Olivia reached over and pushed the button
for her floor. She could see that the
woman was having second thoughts as she reached over to press another
floor.
Without thinking Olivia's hand reached out and
stopped her. The decision had been made
and it was Olivia who made it. They
turned to face one another. As their
eyes met the fear suddenly vanished only to be replaced by pure desire. The taller woman smiled as she leaned her
body into Olivia's. Her lips met
Olivia's and gently brushed them.
Before Olivia could responded the mystery woman's lips once again
captured her own.
Ping!
The elevator sounded alerting them that
they had arrived. Olivia felt her body
shaking as she exited the elevator. She
did not need to turn around to know that her mystery woman was following
her. She could feel the heat the
stranger was emanating from behind her.
As she approached the door to her room a blush crept across her
body. Her hands were shaking
uncontrollably as she retrieved the card key from her pocket. Her mystery woman leaned against the wall
looking down at her.
Olivia fumbled desperately trying to force the
card into its slot. Her hands trembled
uncontrollably she felt strong fingers gently brush an errant lock of hair from
her brow. She looked into those steely
blue eyes and felt nothing but pure desire.
The look written on her mysterious companion seem to be asking her if
she was certain about this?
Confidently, Olivia slid the card into the slot releasing the lock
on the door. Her decision had been
made. She knew then that no matter what
transpired after this point it had been her choice. She opened the door and stepped inside flipping on the light
switch. She leaned against the door and
waited for the mystery woman to enter.
Something inside her ignited as she watched the tall woman enter her
hotel room. Somehow she knew at that
moment that her life was about to change forever.
The tall, dark and sexy woman strolled past
Olivia as she entered the room. She
turned and faced Olivia with a seductive smile. The intent of her gaze could not be mistaken. Olivia swallowed hard as she closed the door
with a slam. Closing the distance
between them without hesitation her hands quickly reached up and removed the
woman's black leather jacket, practically ripping it from the strangers body. She tossed the garment onto the floor and
began to trail her fingers along the well toned arms of her mystery woman.
Her pulse quicken as strong hands ran down her
back to her sides. The hands rested
upon her hips and drew her closer to the tantalizing body before her. Their lips united once again. The gentleness vanished as they parted and
their tongues began to dance together.
Olivia was beyond thinking her body reacted solely on instinct. Her hands grabbed at her companions shirt
pulling it out of the woman's jeans.
Raising it up, she stepped away slightly to complete her movement as she
slipped the garment off of her desire's body.
Once freed from her shirt the woman shook out her long, raven
tresses. Olivia could feel her heart
skip a beat as she pulled to woman back to her.
Running her hands along the newly exposed flesh
she worked her way up and feeling the lace bra that covered her beautiful
breasts. Olivia gently allowed her
fingers to explore the lacey garment.
She fought off the urge to simply tear the garment from the tall
beauties body. She lowered her head
slightly and to kiss the exposed flesh of the woman's cleavage. Tasting the skin as her mouth worked it's
way over to her nipple. She captured
her prize with her teeth. The woman
gasped as Olivia teased her nipple through the lace.
Olivia felt one hand cupping the back of her
head pressing her deeper into the woman's breast. While another hand was busy undoing her jeans. Urged on by the feel of the black denim
being tugged off of her hips, Olivia reached behind the woman and unfastened
her bra.
Olivia's mouth released her prize as the woman moaned. She felt warm hands sliding under the back
of her panties. Olivia felt that she
explode right then. She began to lower
the straps of the woman's bra revealing her beautiful body. "Oh yeah." Olivia gasped at the sight before her.
"You like?" the dark beauty purred. Olivia simply grinned wickedly as she lick her lips. Olivia bent her head slightly and began
feasting on one of the woman's breast while her fingers busied themselves with
the other.
The woman's groans filled her ears as she felt
her hips grinding wildly against her.
"Wait." Her mystery
woman begged. Olivia looked up in
confusion. "I've shown you mine
now it is your turn." The dark haired
beauty teased as she tugged on Olivia's t-shirt. Sensing the challenge
Olivia grinned wickedly and pointed towards the bed.
The
mystery woman raised a single eyebrow and strolled over to the bed accepting
the offer. Olivia watched in delight as the dark woman sat casually on the bed
and finished removing her bra. Then
without hesitation she removed her boots and socks.
When she reached to unfasten her jeans, "I
will do that." Olivia instructed
firmly. The woman just smiled and
reclined on the bed propping her head up with the pillows. Her eyes bore into Olivia as she quickly
removed her shirt and bra. Then quickly she freed herself of the rest of her
clothing.
Her heart was beating uncontrollably as she
crossed over to the bed. She climbed up
and straddled the woman clad in only in a pair of blue jeans. Pressing her naked body against the woman
she stole a quick kiss. Raising herself
back up she allowed her hands to begin an exploration of the half dressed
beauty lying beneath her.
She
could feel this magnificent body responding to her touch. The withering beneath her only further
fueled her desires. Olivia unbuttoned
the jeans and slowly began to lower the zipper. She began to lower them slowly down her hips and then down the
seemingly endless pair of legs. Olivia
tossed them unto the floor to join the rest of their discarded clothing. Kissing her way back up the length of this
woman Olivia tasted every inch of exposed flesh. Stopping at the last barrier her fingers began to play with
elastic band of the woman's panties.
She closed her eyes as she inhaled the scent of this woman.
"Wait!" Olivia's eyes flew open.
"I'm sorry . . ." The
woman stammered.
"Do you want to stop?" Olivia questioned with concern.
"No." The woman laughed.
"It is just . . . well . . . do you have a . . ." the woman blushed deeply.
"A dam." Olivia answered suddenly realizing that she had not stopped
herself to think about the need for safe sex.
"I don't . . . we can still . . . but we just won't . . ."
"I'm healthy." The woman added. "I just had a complete work up for a new position I'm
taking. So you can . . ."
"So am I." Olivia smiled with relief.
"My doctor likes to be thorough and I haven't been with anyone
since my last exam. I'm so clean that
can eat off of me." Olivia added
seductively.
"Should I call room service." Came the husky reply. They stared into each other's eyes
captivated by one another. "I hope
you are telling the truth. I want to
taste you." The woman growled.
"I am." Olivia reassured her as she began to lower the dark woman's
panties with her teeth.
Olivia proceeded to nibble, kiss and lick her
way back up those endless pair of legs.
Finding herself nestled comfortably between the woman's thighs Olivia
teased the inside of her thighs.
Feeling the wet passion pressing against her cheek she blew a gentle
breath across the dark triangle that was calling her.
Her
head was spinning as she inhaled the scent of this woman once again. With a long stroke she tasted her for the
first time. Her passion was
overwhelming as Olivia took her into her mouth tasting and teasing every sweet
drop. Flicking her tongue across the
woman's aching nub she felt her shudder.
Olivia began to tease her with her tongue
slowly. Encouraged by hips grinding
beneath her and gentle moans Olivia began to suckle her. Their passion now flowed freely as she took
the dark beauty deeper. "Not
yet!" Olivia told herself as
she felt the strong thighs that surrounded begin to quiver. As she slowed her movements she could hear a
frustrated groan. "I need to
make this last. I may never see her
again.".
Green eyes looked up and were instantly
captured by the intense blue gaze.
"We have all night."
The stranger encouraged softly as if sensing Olivia's hesitation. With a knowing smile Olivia's tongue
recaptured her prize. Tasting all that
this woman had to offer. Sucking her
very essence. Feeling that the woman
was close to the edge Olivia began to tease her harder. The woman opened herself as Olivia slid two fingers into her wetness.
"Yes.
. . ." the dark woman
encouraged Olivia. Feeling the woman's
need Olivia tasted and stroked her with wild abandonment. She pushed the woman closer and closer to
the edge. Knowing how close her lover
was only increased her own arousal.
Using her free arm, she held her lover's hips as they arched against
her. Unidentifiable utterances escaped
her lover's lips. "Oh god. .
. . yeees!" as her lover
exploded into Olivia.
Leaving
her fingers inside of her lover as the last waves of passion swept through her
lover's body, Olivia licked the passion from the inside of her lover's
thighs. The taste and the scent of this
woman stirred Olivia's arousal further.
She wanted her again. She wanted
her now. Her fingers began a slow
steady rhythm as her thumb teased her lover’s clit.
"Oh no you don't." Her lover panted. Olivia just smiled up at her.
"Not yet." Her lover
pleaded.
"No?" Olivia teased.
"Not until I have chance to taste and
touch your beautiful body." Her
lover purred.
Olivia slowly removed her fingers bringing them
to her mouth she tasted her lover's passion.
"Come here." Her lover
requested in a deep rich tone. Olivia
was unable to refuse. Rising up she
kissed her way up her lover's body.
Olivia sighed as her lover pulled into her arms.
"Tell me . . ." Olivia moaned as her lover's lips began
to feast upon her neck. ". . .
tell me what would you like to touch and taste?"
"Every inch of you." Came the sultry reply.
Her lover looked up and gazed deeply into
Olivia's eyes. "You are so
beautiful." Her lover whispered
honestly. Olivia blushed at the
unexpected compliment. Strong hands
caressed Olivia's body. "You look
surprised?" Her lover questioned
in disbelief. "Let me show just
how beautiful you are." She captured Olivia's lips in a passionate kiss
and proceeded to show her. True to her
word she touched and tasted every inch of Olivia's body. Olivia returned the favor. They explored one another completely reaching
new heights of ecstasy. So caught up
with each other they never noticed the sunrise.
Olivia
was once again straddling her lover as long fingers stoked her passion. It was the unexpected ringing of the
telephone that finally alerted the lovers that a new day had begun. Unable to stop their love making Olivia
continued to ride her lover's hand as she ripped the offensive telephone from
it's cradle. "What!" She
barked into the receiver.
"Good Morning Ms. Davenport. This is Shelia with your wake up call."
Olivia did not respond she simply slammed the
telephone back down. "Wrong
number." Olivia moaned as her
lover continued to bring her closer to the edge. Just as she was about to release her passion the annoying ringing
began again. "Damn!" She
growled as ripped the telephone from its cradle once again. "I'M UP ALREADY!" She growled as
the brunette chuckled beneath her. Her
lover continued with her ministrations.
"Well I can hear that
sweetheart." The all too familiar
voice said harshly. Olivia knew that
voice far too well it was the voice she had not thought about once since
meeting her mystery woman. Quickly she
yanked herself away from her lover turning coldly away from her. "I'm sorry . . . Honey."
Olivia could feel the body behind stiffen
coldly. Somehow she managed to regain
her composure as she talked to Ruth. It
was simple if she just refused to look at the beautiful woman was now gathering
her clothing quickly. "This was
so not good. I'm talking to my lover
while a naked woman is rushing to leave my hotel room. Things like this do not happen in my
life."
"Olivia I am calling to find out when you
are coming back to Boston?" Ruth
prattled on.
The guilt ripped threw Olivia's heart. She wanted to know when I was coming home
and here I am lying naked in bed while another woman is frantically getting
dressed. "I will be flying home in
the morning." Olivia said softly
hoping her betrayal was well hidden.
"Maybe you could meet me at Logan and we could spend the day
together?" Olivia asked knowing
that they would have a great deal to discuss when she returned.
"Well I have a busy day tomorrow . .
." Ruth stammered. "I will see you when I get home."
"No problem I will take the "T"
home." Olivia added desperately
trying to sound cheerful.
"Fine I will see you tomorrow." Ruth responded pleasantly. "Have a nice flight."
Ruth hung up quickly before Olivia could say
anything more. "Have a nice
flight?" Olivia thought to
herself. "Did she suspect
something? When she asked when I was
coming home I thought maybe she missed me.
No she did not ask when I was coming home. . . she wanted to know when I
was returning to Boston."
Olivia pondered this realizing that Ruth's attitude was not out of
character. She was often indifferent
towards Olivia. Funny how she did not
ask how my trip went or about my new boss?
In fact she had not mentioned the promotion since Olivia told her. Olivia was snapped out of her thoughts when
she caught a pair of startled blue eyes looking back at her.
"I . . .
uhm . . ." Olivia stammered
as she tried to speak to the now fully clothed woman. "This was just great! So what does one say to a perfect stranger
you spent the night with committing every sexual act imaginable? I have no point of reference for this? Sydney would know what to say. Is that what I should do tear a page from
the Sydney Chase manual on causal sex???"
"You are from Boston?" Her mystery lover questioned in a fearful
tone.
"Yes." Olivia responded in confusion as she realized that this was the
only piece of personal information that the pair had exchanged. "Look I just wanted to . . ."
She was stopped as the stranger held up her
hand in protest. "No worries. It was just . . . one of those things
right?" The stranger said quietly
before she turned and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind her.
"Right." Olivia repeated.
"Just one of those things."
Olivia laid in bed for over an hour surround by
the aroma of last evening passions, as
she reflected on the strange events of the previous evening. She had cheated on her girlfriend. Granted things were not good between
them. At least Olivia thought
this. Ruth enjoyed talking about their
problems. She almost seemed to look
forward to their therapy sessions.
Olivia
hated them. They were no closer to
solving the problem that was driving Olivia over the edge. She understood that a certain level passion
declines but they had not made love in almost two years. Olivia had been more than concerned about
this turn events. Particularly, when it
started not long after they moved in together.
Ruth on the other hand seemed to be unphased. Olivia was certainly not a nyphomanic but after the first year of
getting to know herself she began question their relationship.
She was
relieved when Ruth suggested therapy, but her relief was short lived. After just a few sessions, she learned two
things. First, there was no physical or
psychological reason for Ruth's lack of interest. The second thing she learned was that no matter how hard she
tried their therapist Dr. Meager would always defend Ruth.
They had spent entire sessions where Olivia had
not been allowed to complete a single sentence. When she complained Ruth's answer was that should start seeing
the good doctor more than once a week.
Olivia declined. Ruth on the
other hand began private sessions three times a week.
Olivia felt a pang in heart. Her relationship with Ruth was ending. They had not become distant strangers. The truth was that they was that they always
were. Olivia now realized that she had
not slept with the tall dark stranger for the need of a physical release but
the overwhelming desire for intimacy.
This stranger had made her feel more in one night than Ruth had during
their entire relationship.
It was
time to solve this problem once and for all.
The realization did nothing to relieve her sense of guilt. Olivia thought about how much this was going
to hurt Ruth. Although she had a
sneaking suspicion that Dr. Gretchen Meager would be thrilled. Olivia realized for the first time that
there was no love lost between herself and the overly smug redhead. "Don't start blaming your therapist
for this. You are the one to blame for
this mess. First you rushed the
relationship then you slept with a complete stranger. Time to get your ass out of bed and face the music!"
Reluctantly Olivia fought the urge to simply
pull the bed covers back over her head and hide out for the rest of her
life. She dragged herself into the
bathroom washing the scent of passion from her body. She scrubbed her body until it turned red as she tried to erase
any evidence of her betrayal. She
dressed carefully trying to convey a professional appearance. Today she was meeting James, her new
boss. She had to gain some degree of
focus. She rechecked herself in the
bathroom mirror deciding that this was a good as she could manage under the
circumstances. She needed to make one
phone call before heading up to the restaurant.
Olivia listened as the telephone rang before
being picked up by the answering machine.
Olivia braced herself for whatever new form of entertainment the former
actress now bartender decided to torture her callers with. Sydney's messages were never simple . . .
they were more like a one woman show that varied from the seductive to comical.
Olivia sat through Sydney's latest
tirade listening only for the beep.
Finally the line beeped.
"Chase if you are there pick up . . . it's Olivia and I need
favor." Olivia prayed that if her
friend was home she would wake up.
Sydney worked in a night club and often slept during the day.
Her prayers were answered as she heard the
gravely voice on the other end.
"Hey Kid what's up?".
"Sorry to wake you Chase." Olivia apologized as she looked at her watch
realizing that even though it was after 11:30 in the morning, Sydney had
probably only gone to bed a few hours ago.
"No I'm awake." Sydney lied.
"Right." Olivia laughed.
"Look I am in New York but I'm flying home tonight, I might need a
place to crash."
"What is wrong?" Sydney asked quickly suddenly wide awake.
"I can't talk about it now." Olivia answered honestly. "We can talk when I see you."
"I have to work tonight." Sydney replied. "Just come on in and I can drive you home after my shift."
"Thank you." Olivia sighed in relief grateful that her
friend had pushed her for more answers.
"I'm not sure if I will be there or not. It depends on how it goes when I get home. It should only be for a night or
so." Olivia explained knowing how
much her friend relished her privacy.
"Don't worry about it." Sydney chastised her. "I know my place is small but I have
the futon and you know that I'm never here.
You stay as long as you need to."
"Thanks Sydney." Olivia sighed with relief. "I hate to dump all of this on you and
run but I have a meeting to get to."
"Go." Sydney reassured her.
"Go and be an important at . . . whatever it is that you do. Beep me if you are not coming to the
club. Bye."
"Bye Sydney." Olivia smiled as she hung up the telephone
feeling a sense of relief. "Well
you may be a cheater but at least you are not a homeless cheater. Now get moving and get some coffee before
you drop."
Olivia raced down to the coffee shop in the
lobby and ordered her much needed cup of caffeine to go. Having paid for her coffee she turned
quickly bumping into another patron.
"I'm sorry!" She
blurted out quickly as she found herself staring into a pair of familiar blue
eyes.
"No problem."
Her mystery woman responded as her tan complexion suddenly paled.
The woman bit her lower lip as she turned to receive
her cup of coffee and pay the cashier.
Olivia's reaction was to take a sudden interest in her shoes. She felt her heart racing as a blush encased
her entire body. "Well I uhm . . ."
the woman muttered holding up her cup of coffee.
"Yeah . . . uhm . . . I . . . I'm running
late." Olivia stammered as she
finally looked up at her mystery woman.
They just stood there staring at each other at a loss as to what to say
next. Olivia found herself noticing
that the woman was now dressed in a black tailored suit with a cream colored
silk blouse. "My God she looks
even hotter than she did last night!"
Olivia was snapped out of her lustful observation as she suddenly
realized that this vision of beauty was talking to her. "I'm sorry . . . what?"
"I was just saying that I'm running late
myself so . . ." The woman
explained.
"Right." Olivia replied as neither of them moved. The woman suddenly flashed a captivating
smile down at Olivia. "You know I
was just thinking . . ."
"Yes?" The woman asked carefully.
"Well I was just thinking it is to bad
Hallmark doesn't make a card for situations like this." Olivia teased cautiously hoping to lighten
the uneasy position they now found themselves in.
"What do you mean? Something like thanks for last
night." The woman smiled laughing
lightly.
"Something like that." Olivia returned with a smile.
"Well . . ." The woman began as she ran a hand threw her
long raven hair. ". . . at least
things couldn't possibly get any more awkward."
"There you two are." At that moment they both turned to find Tim
rapidly approaching them. Olivia's mind
raced he couldn't be approaching both of them?
"I was beginning to think you both had stood me up. So when did the two of you meet?" He asked as they both stared blankly at
him. Rapidly the guilty duo tried explaining
things.
"We didn't . . ."
". . . no didn't meet . . ."
" . . . just . . ."
". . . bumped into . . ."
". . . well not bumped . . more of a . . .
uhm . ."
" . . . right . . ."
" . . . coffee." Olivia finally concluded in a lame manner as
she held up her cup.
"Okay." Tim responded slowly in a confused tone. "Well then allow me to make the
introductions. Olivia Davenport please
meet . . ."
"Don't say
it!" Olivia's inner voice
screamed.
"Karla James. . . your new
boss." Tim concluded as he watched
the two faces before him suddenly drowning in desperation.
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