HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN

By Mavis Applewater

yomavis@email.com

October 2001

Disclaimers (Better known as sex, violence & road trips): Is there sex in this story? Silly rabbit, of course there is! Hey, guess what? It’s between two consenting adult women. Go figure. Now if this isn't what you’re looking for, take advice from your psychic friend, Dionne Warwick, and walk on by. (I borrowed that one from the television show Cybil.)

If for any reason it’s illegal for you to view this material, tata. There is no violence contained in this material and there is only a very short road trip. Why does Domino's pizza offer a large-sized pizza and a medium-sized pizza but not a small-sized pizza? Isn't medium the size between large and small? Touchwood By Karin Kallmaker is available from Naiad Press.

This one goes out to Jen, the vegamite kid, for her birthday.

PART ONE

Jen yawned once again as she tapped her fingers nervously on the formica tabletop. It wasn’t that she’d been sitting at her regular booth at the diner for a long time; she was just on edge tonight. It had been another long shift at restaurant where she was a waitress. It was a trendy little place in the heart of the city. The money was good but the hours sucked.

"Hey, Cookie," Carole, her usual waitress, greeted her as she turned the coffee cup right side up and began to fill it. Jen smiled up at the heavyset waitress who was probably in her sixties. "Whatcha in the mood for tonight?" Carole asked as she snapped her gum. Jen had always found the woman endearing for some unexplainable reason. Her eyes caught the familiar figure sitting at the counter. "That," she thought to herself and not for the first time.

"Just the house salad," Jen ordered as Carole sighed. "I'm trying to be good," Jen explained as Carole just looked at her.

"Why?" Carole snorted. "You're wasting away, Cookie."

"Just a salad," Jen protested, knowing that she was about to lose this battle once again.

"The chicken pot pie is real good tonight," Carole urged.

"Alright," Jen grumbled as she conceded defeat.

Carole chuckled evilly as she strolled off, seemingly quite pleased with herself. Jen smiled as she sipped her coffee. She glanced at her watch once again and sighed. She turned her gaze back to the figure seated at the counter. She watched the petite blonde stir her coffee absently as she read her book. Jen had been watching her for months. Every night it was the same thing; the blonde read a book while Jen enjoyed her dinner.

As always, Jen sat quietly watching the attractive young woman and tried not to get caught ogling her. All the while she lied to herself that some day she would introduce herself. She never did. She just watched. They did exchange a friendly smile from time to time. The simple act thrilled Jen, sending a familiar rush through her entire six-foot frame. She looked down when she saw the woman look up. Pretending to brush lint from her stained white oxford shirt, she hoped that she hadn't been caught.

She looked up casually to see a pair of twinkling green eyes looking back at her before turning quickly away. It wasn't the first time this had happened, and yet Jen still hadn't worked up the courage to talk to the attractive blonde. "I'm a big weenie," she chided herself quietly as she glanced at her watch once again.

The diner was beginning to fill up with the after theatre clientele. Jen took in the loud crowd that was building steadily. "Whatever happened to the elegance of attending the theatre?" she wondered. A loud crash snapped her out of her musings. Turning quickly she took in the sight of the blonde bolting off her stool. She was holding her now dripping book out tentatively as Carole rushed over and began to mop up the mess.

"I'm sorry," an embarrassed blonde man apologized. "Here let me help," he offered sincerely.

"Thanks, I'm fine," the blonde woman responded politely.

"No, really," the man pushed a little harder. "I feel terrible."

"It's okay," the flustered woman tried to reassure him.

"Why don't you join me?" he offered. "It's soaked over here."

"Great! Now he's trying to pick her up." Jen groaned mentally, hoping that the blonde would shoot him down.

"No, thank you," the woman said curtly as she brushed herself off.

"Oh, come on," the man pushed.

"No, thank you," she countered a little more firmly.

"So, what are you reading?" he continued.

"Ugh," the woman groaned in dismay.

Jen had witnessed enough. She stood and walked over to the woman while the man kept up his inquiries. Jen didn't understand what possessed her to step up to defend the woman. She found herself placing a gentle hand on the smaller woman's shoulder. The sweet smile and pleading eyes looked up at her gratefully. Jen simply nodded to her booth. "Thank you," the blonde whispered as she walked over to the booth, accepting Jen’s invitation.

Jen cast a cocky smirk at the now slack-jawed man, before seating herself across from the woman she had been admiring for months. "Admiring, stalking, one of those two." Jen chuckled to herself.

"Thank you," the woman repeated. "Some guys just don't take no for answer."

"Anytime," Jen reassured her with a brilliant smile. She knew her bright blue eyes were dancing at the moment. "I'm Jen by the way." She extended her hand as she introduced herself.

"Evaline," came the response as a smaller hand clasped her own warmly.

"A pleasure to finally meet you," Jen managed to utter in a seemingly calm tone. Internally, she was performing one hell of a happy dance.

"Here you go, ladies," Carole said as she interrupted their staring. Jen blushed as she realized that she was still holding Evaline's hand. They both laughed nervously as they dropped their hands, allowing Carole to set their dinners down. They muttered their thanks as they shyly looked from Carole to one another. Jen found herself inhaling deeply as she watched Evaline's eyes dance.

"I see Carole talked you into the chicken pot pie as well," Evaline noted as they started to eat.

"Yeah, she has that effect on me." Jen shook her head in amusement. "I start out ordering a salad. The next thing I know, I'm eating something I really shouldn't be at this hour."

"I know what you mean," Evaline confirmed. "One of these days, I'll have to break down and haul my butt to the grocery store."

Jen found herself smiling in agreement as she glanced at her watch once again. She noticed the curious glance Evaline gave her as they continued to eat their meals. Every few minutes Jen would glance at her watch. She didn't want to, she just couldn't help herself. "So, what are you reading?" she inquired during an awkward lull in the conversation.

"Oh," Evaline responded shyly.

"I'm sorry. That must have sounded a little lame," she apologized.

"No, not at all." Evaline waved off her comment as she handed her the still soggy book.

"Touchwood by Karin Kallmaker," Jen read as she wiped the water from her hands.

"That’s a good one," she confirmed.

"You've read it?" Evaline inquired brightly as she retrieved the ruined book. "So, you want to spoil the ending for me? I think this copy is toast."

"I have a copy back at my place," Jen volunteered then found herself blushing as she realized how the comment must have sounded. "I mean . . . uhm . . . I could bring it in and loan it to you. You know since we both seem to be here every night." Jen glanced at her watch hoping that she didn't sound as dorky as she thought she did.

"Thank you," Evaline answered, seemingly unaware of Jen's discomfort. "That would be nice." She smiled at Jen.

Jen’ s breath caught as a familiar knot formed in her stomach. "There's . . . ," she squeaked. Quickly she sipped some water and cleared her throat. She then brushed her long black hair off her shoulders in a vain attempt to look casual. "There's a sequel as well. It's just as good. I could loan them both to you."

"I'd love it." Evaline smiled again as her hand brushed against Jen's.

Jen could feel the excitement causing her black slacks to dampen slightly. "My God, all she’s doing is touching my hand. How can I be so turned on?" Evaline moved her hand slightly, brushing Jen's once again. It took everything she had to fight back the moan that was building inside of her. She did the only thing she could think of; she looked at her watch again.

"So what brings you in here every night?" Evaline asked as she sat back slightly.

"I work down the street and hate to cook," Jen explained. "Well, I don't really hate to cook; it's just that at the end of my shift it seems like too much effort for just one person."

"Same here," Evaline concurred as Jen found her eyes drifting to the rise and fall of Evaline's ample chest. "Where do you work?" the blonde asked, seemingly unaware of Jen's covert ogling.

"I'm a waitress at Le Poulet Maison," Jen explained. She could feel her body heat rising as she looked into the other woman's eyes.

"That explains the outfit," Evaline noted. "That's a pretty fancy place."

"Yeah," Jen agreed.

"The owners aren't French, are they?" Evaline chuckled lightly.

"No," Jen snorted. "How did you know?"

"The Chicken House," Evaline pointed out.

"Is that what that means?" Jen teased as she glanced at her watch once again. "So what brings you in every night besides the coffee?"

"I work nights as well," Evaline explained a little hesitantly.

"Where?" Jen prodded, her body tingling as she realized that she was sitting here talking to the woman she had been admiring for what seemed like an eternity.

"The Federal Building," Evaline answered dismissively.

"At night?" Jen heard herself saying. She immediately regretted doing it as she watched Evaline simply shrug in response.

An uneasy silence loomed over them as Carole cleared away their plates and refilled their coffee cups. Jen began to tap the table nervously, trying to figure out what she should say next. She found herself glancing at her watch once again.

"Is there somewhere you need to be?" Evaline asked in a sincere tone.

"No." Jen blushed as she shook her head. Embarrassed at being caught, she decided to change the topic. "So you're not going to tell me what you do for a living? Should I guess?" she teased. Evaline gave her a serious look. Jen shifted nervously in the booth, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming car.

"I'm an FBI agent," Evaline said dryly as she continued to hold Jen's gaze. "And by my estimation that is the thirty-second time you've looked at your watch since I joined you."

"A Fed?" Jen laughed at the thought of this slip of a girl being an agent for the FBI. "That's a good one." The laughter died suddenly as she found herself staring at a small billfold, opened in a manner that only Jen could see the ID and badge inside. "Oh crap," she gasped. "You really are a . . ."

"Shush," Evaline cautioned her, placing her finger to Jen's lips. "I don't like to advertise,"

Evaline explained as she tucked her billfold back into her pocket.

"Why not?" Jen asked as she smiled at the woman appreciatively. "You're not on a stakeout or anything, are you? I mean, I'd like to know if I'm being investigated," she teased.

"No." Evaline smiled in return. "It's just that people get a little weird when I tell them. What's a nice girl like you doing such a dangerous job for? Actually, my Mother asks that more than anyone," she jested. "That and every woman I've ever met has asked me to use my handcuffs on her."

"Oh, that sounds like a burden," Jen scoffed as she rolled her eyes.

"You have no idea," Evaline retorted sarcastically. "So are you going to tell me what's up with checking the time every couple of seconds? Or should I just break out my handcuffs?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Jen found herself swallowing hard at the comment. Evaline's voice had possessed a light manner of teasing but her eyes did not. "Promise?" Jen whispered in a husky tone. She knew she was playing a dangerous game here. She was risking the friendship that they had been steadily building throughout the evening, but her body seemed to have taken control.

"Oh, I don't know. Have you been bad?" Evaline played along as her eyes darkened. Jen found herself completely captivated as she watched her companion lick her lips. She sighed as she focused on those pouting lips. "I want to kiss her so badly," she whined internally.

"Seriously." Evaline's voice snapped her back to reality. "Oh no. She was just kidding," Jen thought sadly. "Tell me what's so important about the time," Evaline asked, her firm gaze causing Jen to feel a little uncomfortable.

"It's . . . silly really," Jen began nervously. She watched as Evaline waved her hand in a rolling motion, effectively telling her to get on with the story. "It's . . . just that . . . it is or it will be . . . ," she explained, looking at her watch once again. ". . . in a about thirteen minutes anyway. . . . ," she continued to stammer. Evaline cleared her throat, coaxing her on. "It's my birthday," she finally confessed.

"No kidding?" Evaline beamed.

"No kidding," Jen confirmed. "I told you it was silly."

"It's not silly," Evaline chastised her. "Wait. You're spending your birthday here?"

"Well, technically my birthday is tomorrow the thirteenth. But I'll probably end up here." Jen shrugged her shoulders, suddenly disappointed at the way she was going to end another year on this planet. "I'll sleep in. Maybe do some laundry and then go to work. I can't believe you dragged that out of me." She cursed slightly.

"It's what I get paid for," Evaline confirmed merrily. "Jen, that is no way to spend your birthday," she added as she snatched up the check Carole had just placed before them. "No way, kiddo. It's your birthday. Besides, you rescued me from a most unwanted suitor, remember?"

Jen opened her mouth to argue, but Evaline simply waved her off. "Thank you," she finally conceded as the smaller woman paid the check. "I rescued you." She shook her head in disbelief. "Given recent information, I think you could have handled that guy without breaking a sweat."

"Always talk first," Evaline explained. "Besides, I could smell liquor on his breath and I was trying to avoid causing a scene. He wasn't going to back off in front of his buddies."

Jen looked around to see that the guy was indeed sitting with a group of guys who were giggling and nudging one another as they watched the two women. "Yeah, but now I bet he wants to watch." Jen snorted. "You don't miss a thing, do you?"

"Occupational hazard," Evaline explained as they both reached for their coats and stood up. "Not good for my last girlfriend though. She actually seemed surprised that I knew that she was messing around. But then again she was never the sharpest knife in the drawer."

"Ouch." Jen shivered. "How long ago did that happen?"

"We split up just over two years ago." Evaline shrugged. "Been single ever since." Jen smiled at the information. "Yes! She's single!"

"So tell me, Sherlock, how did you spend your birthday?" Jen continued as they walked towards the door. She was desperate to keep the conversation going, even though they were about to part.

"I arrested a bank robber," Evaline answered flatly. "Then I went out with the guys from work, did some shots of Cuervo and woke up with some college girl." She shivered as she explained.

"Wow," Jen gasped.

"Well, she was old enough," Evaline explained. "And just for the record, no, I do not make a habit of doing that."

"I meant the bank robber." Jen laughed as they stepped out into the cold night air. "That must have been pretty exciting."

"Not really." Evaline shrugged once again as she looked around. "I just drove over to his house. The idiot dropped his wallet outside of the bank."

"Oh." Jen laughed again. "I guess that does take some of the adventure out of it."

They stood there gazing into each other’s eyes, uncertain as to what they should do next. "Well, I guess it's goodnight," Jen said reluctantly.

"I guess so." Evaline grimaced as she pulled the collar of her coat up. "I'm just around the corner," she explained as she motioned towards her left.

"Me too," Jen blurted out, her body humming with excitement at the prospect of spending more time with this woman.

"Great," Evaline answered as she stepped a little closer. "I wasn't ready to call it a night yet."

"Come on." Jen nudged her as they headed down the street. "You can protect me from the neighborhood ruffians. You are armed, aren't you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am." Evaline confirmed, once again wiggling her eyebrows. "Just who are these ruffians you’re so concerned about, oh giant one? The preppy college kids from Starbucks?"

"They're meaner than they look," Jen jested. "It's all that caffeine."

PART TWO

Jen felt alive for the first time in a long time as their bodies instinctively moved closer while they walked. They continued chatting as they made their way down the street. Jen found herself stealing glances at the small blonde whose body was, in a word, amazing . The flirting had dissipated, replaced with polite conversation about their backgrounds. Jen began to tense up as they neared her building. She didn't want this night to end. In fact, she wanted it to continue for as long as possible. To be perfectly honest, it wasn't the friendly conversation she wanted. She would accept it but, not so deep down, she was craving this woman.

"Can you wait a minute? I need to get something," Evaline said suddenly as they stopped in front of the Seven Eleven. Jen went to follow her in but Evaline waved her off.

"Okay," Jen responded in confusion. She waited a few moments in the cold, debating on whether or not she should just go in to get warm. "What's the big deal? So she needs tampons or coffee," she said as her teeth chattered.

"Neither," Evaline's sultry voice said from behind her. Jen clutched her heart as she jumped in surprise. "Sorry I took so long," Evaline apologized. "Let's go. You look like you're freezing." She wrapped her arm around Jen's waist. Jen was getting warmer already. Unfortunately all of the warmth seemed to be centrally located in a decidedly southern direction.

Jen wanted to melt into Evaline as they walked further down the block. Reluctantly she stopped. "This is my place." She nodded towards her apartment building.

"I'm just two doors down," Evaline said brightly.

"Well . . . uhm . . . I guess this is goodnight then," Jen muttered. "I enjoyed talking to you tonight."

"Me too," Evaline answered, not moving her arm from around Jen's waist. "Would it be too much trouble if I borrowed those books from you tonight?" Evaline said quickly.

"Yes!" Jen shouted. The confused look on Evaline's face cleared her mind. "I mean, yes you can borrow them. And no, it's no trouble at all." Jen reached into her pocket for her keys.

PART THREE

Now in the warmth of her tiny one bedroom apartment, Jen's hands were trembling. She scanned her overstuffed bookcase for the books that Evaline had requested. "I'm sorry. I just can't seem to get rid of any books," she apologized as she found the first one. "Well, here’ s Touchwood," she announced as she turned to find that Evaline had removed her coat and made herself comfortable on the sofa.

Her palms were sweating as she handed the book to the attractive blonde who was sitting with her legs crossed, looking completely at home. Evaline shifted slightly and, for the first time since their encounter began that evening, Jen noticed the gun strapped to Evaline's side.

"Should I bother reading the entire book or just the pages that have been dog eared?" Evaline asked as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

Jen blushed as she turned away under the pretense of finding the second book. "I uhm . . . ," Jen stammered. "I can't seem to remember the name of the sequel," Jen finally blurted out, unable to look at the other woman.

"That's okay," Evaline reassured her. "Perhaps I could borrow it some other time?" she asked. Jen prayed she wasn't misreading the leading tone Evaline's voice.

"Of course," Jen answered as she tried to slow the beating of her heart. Turning around, she couldn't help but smile at the blonde who looked completely at home as she flipped through the paperback.

"Does it make you nervous?" Evaline asked absently as she continued to scan the book.

"What?" Jen asked in confusion as she stepped closer to the sofa.

"Betsy," Evaline explained as she looked up, patting her sidearm.

"You named your gun?" Jen snickered.

"Well yeah," Evaline shot back as if it was a silly question. "Is it making you uncomfortable?" she repeated in a serious tone.

"A little," Jen responded honestly as she grimaced slightly.

"No problem," Evaline said as she put the book down on the coffee table. Standing up, she unsnapped the firearm from her belt. She crossed over to her jacket hanging on the wooden coat rack Jen kept by the doorway. Jen inhaled sharply as their bodies brushed against one another. Evaline seemed oblivious to her reaction as she placed the gun in her coat pocket. She then removed her handcuffs.

"Hmm, I wonder if I told her that her sweater was making me uncomfortable . . . don't go there!" Jen pondered. "Why didn't I notice them before?" Jen inquired quickly in an effort to mask her true emotions.

"You weren't suppose to," Evaline answered flatly as she turned to Jen.

Jen’s bright blue eyes widened as she stared at Evaline who was approaching her slowly. Time ceased to exist as Evaline closed the gap between them. Standing a breath apart, their bodies almost touching, Evaline placed her hands on Jen's hips. "Jen?" Evaline asked in sultry tone.

Jen's eyes fluttered shut at the sound of Evaline's voice. "Yes?" she moaned as she felt Evaline capture her wrist.

"What time is it?" Evaline asked as her thumb traced a pattern along the inside of Jen's wrist. The action caused Jen's body to tremble. She opened her eyes slowly. Unprepared for the look of sheer desire clearly visible in Evaline's eyes, she swayed slightly.

"It's . . . uhm . . . , " she stuttered as she forced herself to look at her watch. She smiled brightly as she saw the time. "Twelve fifteen," she said happily.

She found herself lost once again in the two emerald pools that were quickly overtaking her senses. Evaline reached up and cupped her face. Jen leaned into the touch as Evaline lifted herself up on her toes.

"Happy Birthday, Jen," Evaline said hotly as her breath caressed Jen's face. She pressed her soft lips against Jen's. The kiss was innocent, yet full of promise. Jen could feel herself loosing control.

"Thank you," she heard herself sighing as Evaline's arms wrapped around her back.

PART FOUR

Jen lowered her head slightly as Evaline raised hers, their lips meeting once again. The innocence of the first kiss had vanished. The second kiss exploded as need coursed through their bodies. Both parted their lips, inviting the other in for exploration. Jen’s hands roamed across Evaline's back. Her passion raged as their tongues danced together in a sensual rhythm.

All coherent thoughts quickly ceased as Jen’s mind succumbed to her body’s desires. Her hands took control as they moved down and cupped Evaline's backside. Evaline moaned as they continued to kiss passionately. Jen pressed her thigh between Evaline's strong legs. Their lips separated as Evaline's body arched against her. Her head fell back and the sight of her tender neck was overwhelming. Jen's mouth quickly began an assault on the exposed flesh as Evaline gasped.

Jen’s hands moved upward and began to pull the smaller woman's sweater up. Evaline pushed away from her slightly. Jen stood there, the rush of desire pulsating through her. Evaline grasped the hem of the sweater and quickly pulled it up over her head, revealing the satin green bra that had been hidden underneath. She tossed her top to floor. Her eyes were on fire as she wrapped herself around Jen. Evaline quickly recaptured Jen's lips, kissing her deeply. Jen shuddered as Evaline nipped gently on her bottom lip.

As Evaline's tongue entered her mouth, Jen reached behind the blonde and quickly unclasped her bra. Her fingertips tingled as she felt Evaline's bare skin responding to her touch. Jen guided them backward towards the sofa. She knew that she needed to sit before she fell down. They banged into the coffee table, almost stumbling. Evaline pulled her lips away when she laughed slightly. "Sit," Evaline commanded in a breathy tone as she guided Jen's taller frame down onto the sofa. Jen thought her lungs would explode as she watched Evaline remove her bra.

"Close your eyes," Evaline requested.

"Don't want to," Jen whimpered as she stared at Evaline's perfect breasts.

"Just for a moment," Evaline implored her as she pressed her finger to Jen's lips.

Weakly Jen nodded her head and closed her eyes. She could hear a slight shuffling and then she heard a match being lit. The smell of sulfur filling the air confirmed her suspicions. Jen’s clit started to throb as Evaline straddled her hips. "Open your eyes," Evaline whispered hotly in her ear.

Jen smiled as she opened her eyes slowly. Evaline was indeed straddling her, holding a Twinkie in which a single candle burned brightly. "Make a wish," Evaline encouraged her brightly. Jen flashed her a brilliant smile before blowing out the candle.

Evaline smiled back at her as she removed the candle, tossing it aside. She then offered the Twinkie to Jen. The brunette eagerly took a bite of the pastry. Her tongue not so accidently brushed Evaline's fingers. She heard a whimper escape from the half-naked woman sitting on her lap. "Thank you," Jen said softly as Evaline leaned back to put the Twinkie on the coffee table. The action caused Evaline's breasts to arch up. Jen's hands instantly cupped the smaller woman's full breasts. Evaline moaned as she leaned back into Jen.

Evaline stole a quick kiss as she began to unbutton Jen's white oxford shirt. She kissed Jen's long neck as she tugged the cotton blouse out of Jen's pants. Jen teased Evaline's fully erect nipples as the blonde removed the shirt. Her hips thrust slightly as Evaline removed the lacy white bra that had been covering her bronze skin.

Jen almost jumped off the sofa as a mouth captured her nipple. Evaline suckled her breast as Jen began to unbuckle the smaller woman's leather belt. She yanked the belt through the loops and tossed it to the floor. As Evaline continued to greedily tease her breast, Jen's hands quickly began to unbutton Evaline's slacks. She heard Evaline moan deeply as she raised her hips, allowing Jen to pull her pants down to her thighs.

A small explosion erupted within Jen as her hands felt Evaline's bare backside. Evaline's mouth left her breast and recaptured her lips. Evaline's smaller hands quickly busied themselves with the zipper of Jen's pants. As Evaline’ s kisses grew more insistent, Jen felt her pants being pulled down her body. "So beautiful," Evaline murmured against Jen's aching lips as she pressed her wetness into Jen's firm abdomen.

Jen sucked on Evaline's bottom lip as the smaller woman began to grind into her. With their pants gathered around their ankles, Jen began to massage Evaline's backside. Evaline pulled away slightly her, fingers tracing a tantalizing path along Jen's firm jaw line.

"Are you ready for dessert?" she asked hotly.

"Wasn't the Twinkie my dessert?" Jen teased before lowering her mouth to one of Evaline's breasts.

Jen sucked and teased greedily as Evaline thrust against her. "Oh God," the blonde groaned as she pressed against the back of Jen's head. Evaline pulled away once again. Jen tried to recapture her heaving breast. She needed to taste her skin once again. Evaline gently pushed her back. "Dessert time," Evaline gasped as she reached down to the floor.

Jen's eyes widened in delight as she saw what Evaline had retrieved from the floor. Jen licked her lips lustfully. She watched Evaline's breasts sway while as she shook the can of whipped cream. Certain that she was going to pass out, Jen groaned as Evaline covered her nipples with the whipped cream. "Hungry?" Evaline purred.

Jen wasted no time as her tongue snaked out, licking away every last morsel of the sugary substance. She could feel Evaline's wetness grinding insistently against her skin. Jen was thrilled when Evaline covered her other breast with the whipped cream. She eagerly licked it off in the same sensual fashion. Once she was certain that there wasn't any whipped cream left on Evaline's body, she pulled the can from her hands and tossed it onto the floor.

"Is this what you wished for?" Evaline gasped. Jen pulled away slightly and looked up at Evaline. Kissing the blonde gently, she lifted the smaller woman slightly. "This is what I wished for," Jen moaned as she slipped her fingers into Evaline's silken folds. Evaline moaned in response as Jen's long fingers teased her swollen lips. She placed her thumb against Evaline's throbbing clit.

"Oh God," Evaline grunted as Jen's thumb teased her.

"I want you," Jen heard herself saying as she stared deeply into Evaline's eyes.

"Yes," Evaline hissed.

Jen continued to tease Evaline's clit as two of her fingers entered Evaline's center. Jen plunged her fingers in and out of Evaline. The blonde thrust as Jen pleasured her. She stole kisses and tasted Evaline's breasts as she increased her rhythm. "Yes!" Evaline encouraged her while her hips thrust wildly. Jen eagerly quickened her pace as she watched Evaline riding her. She watched as Evaline's head fell back, her thighs trembling. Evaline screamed out as she exploded against Jen.

Evaline steadied herself as she gasped for air. She quickly reclaimed Jen's lips. Kissing the brunette deeply, her hands began to tease Jen's aching nipples. Evaline's mouth moved hungrily down Jen's neck to her breasts. Jen’ s body shifted while Evaline teased her nipples with her teeth and tongue. As Evaline moved from one breast to the other, Jen moved so that Evaline was between her legs.

With Evaline's well-toned form trapped between her thighs, Jen pressed her wetness against her. Evaline began to kiss her way down Jen's body, dipping her tongue into Jen's navel as her fingers pinched her nipple. Jen's body arched in response as Evaline's mouth continued to lick and taste it's way down her body.

Evaline was now kneeling before Jen. She paused for a brief moment to remove the rest of their clothing. She then ran her fingertips along Jen's trembling thighs. Smiling devilishly, she pushed Jen's thighs further apart and then gently nestled herself between them. Jen wrapped her legs around Evaline's shoulders. Jen ran one hand down her own body and parted herself, offering her passion to Evaline. With her other hand, she gently clasped the back of Evaline's head and guided the eager woman to where she needed her the most.

Jen trembled as Evaline's tongue flicked across her throbbing clit. Evaline began teasing her with her tongue. Jen’s body arched as she pressed Evaline further into her. She could feel Evaline's teeth as she suckled her clit. The blonde continued to devour her. Evaline's thumb pressed against Jen’ s clit as her tongue entered her center. Jen began to thrust insistently as Evaline's tongue plunged in and out of her.

Jen begged for more as Evaline's mouth returned its attention to her clit. She could feel her fingers dipping slightly into her center. "Yes," Jen pleaded. Evaline entered her gently at first. Her green eyes twinkled up at Jen as her mouth and fingers increased their rhythm. Jen clutched at the sofa as her body thrust wildly. Evaline continued to pleasure her eagerly. Jen’ s orgasm ripped through her. She was gasping for air as Evaline continued to thrust into her. Jen exploded once again. Her entire being was trembling as Evaline's fingers kept up their steady pace. Jen blacked out briefly as she climaxed once again.

Once she was semi-coherent she pulled away from Evaline. Her lover finally released her hold on her and moved into her arms. They kissed one another deeply. Jen tasted herself on the other woman's lips as her body was lowered onto the sofa. She loved the feel of Evaline's naked body on top of hers. They melted together and kissed as they slipped their legs between one another's thighs. Their bodies rocked together as their passion met. Their clits rubbed together furiously as their hips thrust in a passionate rhythm.

Climaxing in unison, they collapsed together. Their bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat as they held onto one another.

"This is the best birthday I've ever had," Jen choked out as she felt Evaline chuckling lightly.

"You know, it's still your birthday." Evaline lifted her head and smiled up at her. "All day in fact," Evaline noted.

"Stay," Jen requested.

"Yes," Evaline agreed as she kissed the valley between Jen's ample breasts.

"Let me wake up with you," Jen continued.

"Yes," Evaline repeated as she started to rise. "Of course that depends on whether or not we get any sleep," Evaline added softly as she offered her hand to Jen.

Jen accepted the offer and guided the smaller woman into her bedroom. They kissed and touched hungrily as they made their way across the tiny bedroom. Evaline's prediction proved to be accurate. They found no sleep that night.

"We'll just need to try again," Evaline suggested as she dressed to leave. "I wish we didn't have to go to work."

"Well, we can meet at the diner after work," Jen offered before she could stop herself.

"I'd like that," Evaline agreed as she kissed her goodbye. "Besides it's still your birthday."

"Meaning?" Jen teased.

"I have to do anything you want," Evaline responded huskily.

"Anything?" Jen choked at the prospect.

"Anything," Evaline repeated as she kissed Jen once again. "Happy Birthday, Jen." She smirked as Jen blushed.

THE END

FINAL EXAM

By Mavis Applewater

September 2001

Disclaimers (Better known as sex, violence & road trips): Yes, no, & no. This story contains sex between two consenting adult women, who might remind you of a certain warrior princess and her sidekick (Okay . . . calm down. Yes, she was much more than just a sidekick..) but the characters are mine and mine alone. If for any reason you find this material offensive, buy a clue or move on. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material, move on. No shower massagers were harmed during the production of this material. This material cannot be reproduced without the author's consent. This story is a result of the inspiration given to me by the studious members of Finding Mavis.

A special thanks to my beta reader Joanne.

As Alway For Heather

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"If I never utter another word of French, my life will be complete." Briar groaned in disgust as she tossed down her textbook. "Okay, what's next?" she asked as she tucked an errant strand of short blonde hair behind one ear. The lock of hair immediately sprung back out into her sea green eyes.

Mina smiled at her roommate as she reached over and re-tucked the lock behind her ear. After four years of college the two shared a comfortable friendship. They had hit it off immediately when they found themselves sharing a room during freshman year. Sharing space with a complete stranger should have been awkward for the two girls, both of whom treasured their privacy. Instead they bonded and quickly became inseparable. "I think we're done." Mina smiled as she to set aside her textbooks. "I can't believe that our last finals are this week." Mina suddenly felt sad at the thought that she and Briar would soon go their separate ways.

"What time is it?" Briar inquired as she tried to stifle a yawn. She flopped down on the twin bed they had chosen to study on.

"Ask me in French," Mina teased as she stretched her long arms over her head.

"Bite me," Briar groused bitterly as she tried to kick her roommate who quickly grasped her foot.

"Okay," Mina teased, her crystal blue eyes brightening at the thought. "Where?" she added teasingly. Internally she secretly prayed that someday Briar would pick up on her flirting. But she never had, not once in all the years they lived together.

Briar ignored Mina's comment as usual and the raven-haired beauty reluctantly released the blonde's foot from her grasp. Mina had developed a slight crush on Briar right from the start. Still confused about her sexuality, she let it go. When they both finally admitted that they shared an attraction for women, Mina had hoped that something might happen between the two of them. But Briar never seemed interested in Mina that way, even after they both found themselves confessing that their interest in the same sex wasn't just a passing phase or curiosity.

Over the years Mina started flirting with Briar, but the blonde simply laughed it off as their little private joke. Although the two were physically comfortable with one another, Mina yearned for more. Of course, she told herself that she should just tell Briar how she felt. Normally an outgoing person, she simply couldn't work up the courage to tell Briar that she had feelings for her and so she spent four years in silent frustration watching Briar go out with other girls. She dated other women as well but somehow neither of them stayed with anyone for long.

"Have you decided what you’re going to do after graduation?" Briar inquired thoughtfully, interrupting Mina's thoughts.

"Not yet," Mina confessed. "It's strange. I've spent four years busting my ass to get my degree. Now I have no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my life."

"Grad school," Briar said gruffly.

"My parents won't go for it," Mina argued weakly. "I've already told you that." It was an old argument between the two.

"I know your dad wants you to go into the family business which you’ll hate. Yada yada yada." Briar waved her hand dismissively. "You know they just want to get you back home so they can de-gay you."

"I know," Mina groaned. "If they send me one more article about Anne "I'm a freakin’ nut ball" Heche, I'm going to throw up."

"We could get an apartment together," Briar suggested in a hopeful tone. "My folks just adore you and they’re going to help me out while I'm looking for a job."

"Still planning on taking a year off before grad school?" Mina inquired as she allowed her eyes to drink in the sight of Briar lounging casually on her bed. "You're not going to fall asleep on my bed again, are you?"

"You still haven't told me what time it is," Briar pointed out as she made herself more comfortable.

Mina curled her lips as she watched Briar settling in for the night. Even though she complained about it constantly, she secretly loved it when Briar slept in her bed. She loved feeling Briar's body pressed up against her. Waking up next to Briar was a unique experience that caused her to feel both wonderful and miserable at the same time. Mornings would find the two of them curled up together. Mina would always bolt out of bed instantly before her body could betray her. Her next stop was always a long cold shower.

"So, you still want to live with me?" Mina asked suddenly, trying to take her mind off the sight of Briar's chest rising and falling.

"Of course I do, you goof." Briar snorted as she tried once again to nudge Mina with her foot. Mina quickly halted Briar's attempt. "Stinker," Briar shot back as she pulled her foot away. "You know I never told you this, but every time we had to be apart during the breaks, I really missed you. God knows why since you're a big pain in the butt."

"Gee thanks, I think." Mina chuckled lightly.

"I was just thinking about your reaction when I got back after last summer's break," Briar said absently. "What was that all about?"

"I don't know what you’re talking about," Mina lied. She could never forget the sight of Briar when she walked into their room. Briar had a new hairstyle. Gone was the long blonde hair that Mina had adored. Briar's new look was incredible. Her new short hair made her look so much more like a woman. Mina took one look at Briar and a stirring began in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't stay in the same room with Briar. She ran out in search of someplace to go where she could find some privacy. She found herself in the communal bathroom pleasuring herself.

"Whatever," Briar dismissed Mina's lie with a groan. "Mina . . . can I ask you something?" she began slowly. "Never mind," she added suddenly.

Mina stared down at Briar in disbelief. "I hate when you do that," Mina griped, recalling the thousands of times Briar had started to say something then would stop. Mina would end up dragging it out of her only to discover that Briar wanted to ask her something really lame. "Just ask what you want to ask me," Mina urged as she shoved their textbooks onto the floor and curled up next to Briar.

"It's nothing," Briar said with a nonchalant shrug.

"Come on." Mina nudged her. "Don't make me drag it out of you." Her fingers dug into Briar's side. Briar squirmed with a giggle.

"Don't," Briar protested as she snuggled up against Mina.

"Tell me," Mina growled in fierce tone as she wiggled her fingers in a threatening manner. "Tell me," she repeated, a confident smirk gracing her full lips.

The smirk quickly vanished as she took in the look of despair on Briar's delicate features. The blonde grew strangely quiet. "Briar?" Silence greeted Mina as Briar snuggled even closer to her. Mina wrapped her arms around her. "Hey, what's going on in that pretty blonde head?"

"Nothing," Briar said softly as she tried to sit up.

Mina quickly drew her back into her arms. Her heart dropped when she saw the sadness clearly written in Briar’s normally bright eyes. "Briar?" she repeated as she tucked two fingers under Briar's chin and tilted her face up. They were so close to one another; Mina knew that if she leaned in just a little closer she could capture those soft sweet lips that haunted her dreams on a nightly basis.

Briar wrapped one hand around the back of Mina's head then suddenly pulled away. "I'm just a little down," she admitted as she sat up and turned her back to Mina. The taller woman sat up and scooted up behind Briar. Wrapping her arms around Briar's firm abdomen, she rested her head on Briar's shoulder.

"What are you so sad about?"

"It's silly," Briar said with a heavy sigh as she placed her hands over Mina's. "I'm going to miss you," she said in a heavy tone.

"That's not silly," Mina reassured her as she hugged her friend a little tighter. She felt guilty as her nipples hardened when her breasts brushed against Briar's back. "I'm going to miss you too," she added as she guiltily enjoyed the pleasure of holding Briar's body.

"I really . . . " Briar tensed for a moment. "You're my best friend."

Mina’s body tensed up as she released her hold on Briar and pulled away slightly. It was the "f" word. That was all there was between them, an ugly fact that Mina needed to continually remind herself of. It was the real reason why she was heading back home. "Yeah well, you're my best friend too." Mina’s voice trembled as she spoke. "Why else would I put up with your snoring for the past fours years?"

"I don't snore," Briar protested as she spun around and swatted her roommate.

"You do to," Mina countered playfully.

"I do not!" Briar argued as she once again swatted Mina who was trying to defend herself. "As for you . . . you’re a big covers hog."

"Well, maybe if you slept in your own bed every once in awhile, I wouldn't have to pull the covers over my head so I can drown out your snoring." Mina laughed as she fought Briar's hands. "Enough with the hitting, you little brat."

"You wouldn't be making disparaging comments regarding my size, would you?" Briar said as she poked Mina in the ribs. "Huh, Amazon?" She poked the now smirking Mina.

"Okay, that's it, shorty," Mina cautioned her as she grasped both of Briar's wrists firmly.

"Shorty?" Briar flared as she tried to free herself. "Just who are you calling short. . . whoa!" she squealed as Mina flipped the smaller woman onto her back.

Mina pinned Briar's squirming body beneath her as she held her arms firmly above her head. "Bully." Briar laughed as Mina straddled her hips. "Oh poor baby," Mina teased, fighting to calm her racing heart. Her excitement grewas Briar's body moved against hers. It was a familiar situation for both of them. One of them always broke away from their little wrestling matches. Mina felt her body aching with desire as they struggled.

A sudden sense of panic overcame Mina as she realized that they were both dressed simply in boxer shorts and T-shirts. That was fine when they were studying but now Mina was all too aware of her growing excitement as her passion began to pool between her thighs. If she didn't pull away now, Briar would know how her body was reacting.

Mina released her hold on Briar's wrists as she pulled away slightly. She swallowed hard as she gazed down at Briar, drinking in the sight of her hardened nipples pressing against the thin material of her white cotton T-shirt. Her eyes moved up to that beautiful face now flushed from their activities. She smiled at the mess of blonde hair. Reaching down, she gently brushed the hair out Briar's eyes.

Briar's eyes were filled with a deep intensity that drew Mina in. She couldn't think as her breathing became labored. Her body simply reacted as she shifted her position. One of her firm thighs found it's way between Briar's legs. She was mesmerized by the smoky gaze reflected back at her.

Mina's clit began to throb as she felt wetness caress her thigh. She licked her lips absently as she realized that it wasn't her. Her heart was screaming for her to finally take the chance she had been too afraid to take before. She was paralyzed as her mind finally kicked in. She had been in love with this woman for so long, and now their time was coming to an end. Could she risk everything?

She trembled slightly as she felt Briar's hands gently clasping her hips. Her internal struggle intensified as she mentally debated the consequences. As she felt Briar pulling her closer she decided that thinking was the last thing she needed to do. She smiled as she leaned into Briar's touch.

Mina allowed her body to take control as she followed her heart. She found herself lying almost completely on top of Briar. Their lips were a breath apart as she felt Briar's arms wrap around her waist. She brushed Briar's lips gently. Her heart swelled as she tasted their sweetness. Instantly she needed to taste them again.

She traced Briar's bottom lip with her tongue as she felt gentle hands roaming across her back. She pressed her lips to Briar's once again. The second kiss quickly deepened as she felt Briar's lips part, inviting her in. She explored the warmth of Briar's mouth as she was pulled closer to Briar's body.

Their hips began to dance together sensually as she pressed her thigh into Briar's center. She moaned into Briar's mouth as she felt her wetness caressing her bare skin. Briar's hands slipped up under the back of her shirt, her fingertips warming every inch of her. Briar's tongue began to caress hers as she felt a firm thigh slip between her own legs.

The need to breathe overwhelmed them as they broke away from the kiss. Their hips were grinding together as they gasped harshly. Mina pulled away slightly as realized that she was crushing the smaller woman. Supporting herself with her arms she looked down at Briar who was smiling up at her.

The air was filled with their ragged breathing as their pace grew steadily wilder. The scent of their passion surrounded them as they drove one another closer and closer to the edge. Their bodies trembled in unison as they moved together at a furious pace.

Mina was certain that her heart would explode. Her body arched as they climaxed together. She collapsed against Briar. Her heart was pounding so loudly that she could hear ringing in her ears. Briar panted heavily beneath her. She pulled away slightly and looked down at Briar’s smiling face.

Briar reached up and brushed the hair out of Mina's eyes. Mina smiled back brightly as she tilted her head lowering it so she could kiss Briar's swollen lips. "I love you," she whispered before kissing her once again. She felt Briar smiling against her lips. "I've loved you for so long," Mina asserted as she kissed the beautiful woman again and again.

Briar wrapped a hand around the back of Mina's head and drew her in, deepening their kiss. Once again their tongues battled for dominance. Suddenly Briar broke the kiss. Mina pulled away in surprise, feeling suddenly nervous as she looked down at the smiling blonde. Briar placed a reassuring hand against Mina's rapidly beating heart. "You just said the one thing I've been trying to tell you for years," Briar choked out.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mina questioned her as she fought back the tears that were threatening to overcome her.

"Why didn't you?" Briar laughed lightly.

"I was . . . "

". . . afraid," Briar finished for her, knowingly. "So was I," she confessed as she gently nudged Mina.

Mina chuckled lightly as she shifted so that she was now lying beside Briar. "We've wasted a lot of time," Mina noted as she ran a finger along Briar's jaw line.

"I know," Briar agreed, her voice lowered. "An oversight which I for one plan on atoning for right now."

Briar's hand began a slow path down the front of Mina's shirt. "And you plan on making up for the past four years tonight?" Mina inquired as she shivered slightly from Briar's touch.

"Yes," Briar responded in a deep rich tone as her hand slipped up under Mina's shirt.

Mina's abdomen tightened in pleasure from Briar's touch. Mina lowered herself onto the bed as Briar climbed on top of her. "I love you," Briar repeated as her hand cupped Mina's breast. Mina inhaled sharply as nimble fingers teased her already sensitive nipple. "I want you," Briar whispered as her other hand lifted Mina's shirt over her breasts.

"I'm yours," Mina moaned as Briar lowered her head and kissed the valley between her breasts.

Briar kissed Mina's sensitive flesh, her lips and tongue blazing a trail across her breast. Mina's eyes fluttered close as Briar captured her nipple in her mouth. Mina ran her fingers through Briar's short blonde hair, pressing her eager mouth closer to her. She arched her back, offering more of herself as Briar teased her with teeth and tongue.

Mina enjoyed the slow torture Briar was inflicting on her. Her mouth pleasured one breast while her fingers teased the other. She opened her legs as Briar settled her body between them. Briar ceased her attentions, pulling away slightly. Her hands gripped Mina's T-shirt. Mina raised her arms allowing Briar to remove it from her body. "I've dreamt about doing this," Briar said quietly as she stared blatantly at Mina's breasts.

"Do you like what you see?" Mina teased as she cupped her own breasts.

"Oh yes," Briar moaned as she started to lower her head once again.

Mina reached out and quickly halted her assault. "Ahem," she cleared her throat as she tugged playfully on Briar's shirt. Briar smiled brightly as Mina arched a single eyebrow. Mina wet her lips as Briar raised herself. Kneeling above Mina, the blonde quickly discarded her own shirt.

"You are so beautiful," Mina said quietly as she drank in the sight of Briar's beautiful body.

"You've seen me naked before," Briar pointed out as she lowered her body once again, resettling between Mina's long legs. "We've been getting changed in front of one another for years," Briar murmured as she placed gentle kisses along Mina's long neck.

"Yeah," Mina gasped, "but back then I had to sneak peeks at you since the thought of us being together was the impossible dream." Mina yelped as Briar nipped her on the neck.

Briar chuckled evilly as she continued to taste her way down Mina's body. Mina’s breathing became labored as her boxer shorts were lowered down her legs. She gripped the blanket tightly as Briar began kissing her way up her legs. Briar kissed and tasted the inside of Mina's thighs. Mina opened herself up wider, feeling Briar's hot breath caressing her damp curls.

Mina shuddered as Briar parted her with two fingers before dipping her tongue into her wetness. Her tongue circled Mina’s throbbing clit before taking it into her mouth. Mina struggled to hold on as Briar entered her with two fingers. Her thighs began to tremble as Briar quickened her pace. Her fingers and tongue drove Mina closer and closer to the brink. Mina looked down to see a pair sea green eyes twinkling up at her. That was her undoing. Her body arched as the orgasm ripped through her.

She tried to steady her breathing after collapsing on the mattress. She trembled as Briar's fingers left her. She held out her hand to Briar who quickly joined her. Mina gathered her up in her arms. Their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, the two held onto one another.

Suddenly their bliss was interrupted by a persistent beeping noise. They sprang up in unison. "No," Mina wailed in despair as she shut off the offensive alarm clock.

"Why didn't you tell me how late it was?" Briar questioned as she put her shirt back on.

"I thought we were going to sleep; I didn't know we'd end up making love," Mina explained honestly.

Briar leaned down and kissed her sweetly. Mina’s body ignited once again as she tasted herself on her new lover's lips. Briar pulled away as Mina tried to wrap her arms around her. "We can't," Briar said breathlessly.

"But . . . ," Mina protested.

"It's our finals, baby." Briar pouted.

Mina nodded in agreement as she started looking for her clothing. "You're right," she grumbled. "Well, I'm glad that we decided to take the same classes this semester, because we'll finish at the same time."

"Did you have something in mind?" Briar inquired hopefully.

"Yes," Mina said confidently as she pulled on her clothing. "I'm going to make love to you. I'm going to take my time and show you everything I've been dreaming about for the past four years." She laughed as she watched Briar turn a delightful shade of red.

"Mina?" Briar asked in a shaky tone. "I don't want to push anything, but what happens after graduation? Are you still . . ."

"No, baby," Mina said confidently. "I'm not going back. I've spent four years running away from my feelings. I'm staying. No more running for either of us. We belong with each other."

"We'll make this work," Briar said confidently as Mina gathered her up in a warm embrace.

THE END