Pizza, Pizza

By Mavis Applewater

yomavis@email.com

June 2003

Disclaimers: The characters are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the express permission of the author. If for any reason real or imagined you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of consenting adult females in a loving, sexual relationship then do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view this material then go away and don't come back until it is no longer a crime for you to read my work. Does anyone really order pizza with anchovies?

A special thank you goes out to my beta reader Mary.

As always this is for Heather.

Glory growled as she looked at her watch once again. She had the day from hell and now all she wanted to do was to curl up on her sofa, watch some trashy television, and eat her dinner. She had wanted to take a long, hot bath as well, but the water heater had other ideas. She settled for washing up and throwing on an old t-shirt and her favorite pair of boxer shorts. It was Friday night and the tall blonde simply needed the pizza she had ordered in order to complete her evening.

The delivery wasn't extremely late by any means. Yet Glory was apprehensive since she had bad luck when it came to having things delivered to her modest little townhouse. Pizza was the worst. If it weren't for the fact that she was exhausted she simply would have picked up her order. Yet, one of the reasons you order a pizza is because you are too lazy to cook much less haul your tired butt out to pick up your dinner.

She had a feeling she was about to be black listed by every single delivery place in town. She wasn't a bad or demanding person, she just wanted what she ordered delivered in a timely fashion. Such a simple idea, so why was it that the delivery of a simple large pizza with mushrooms, onions, green peppers, olives and extra cheese could go wrong.

Glory had a long list of things that could go wrong, and each of them had happened to her on more than one occasion with the exception of the teenaged delivery boy taking out her fence with his beat up hatch back. Thankfully that disaster only happened just once. The list of mishaps began with the pizza taking hours to arrive. Okay it was Friday night and taking a little time to deliver was expected, but a few hours were unreasonable. The pizza was cold, which to Glory was not acceptable. If she had wanted something cold and gooey she just would have cooked for herself. The last was the most common error; what the delivery person brought was almost never what she had ordered.

Most of the time the pimple faced delivery person would arrive with a small mushroom pizza, no matter how many times Glory repeated her order to the person on the telephone. She was beginning to think they simply stopped listening to her once she gave the first part of her order.

What really got to the tall blonde was the way the drivers would react. They would grouse and complain about having to come back and always tried to get her to keep whatever they brought to her door. At first Glory had been polite with the youngsters who grew snottier with each delivery. Now she was just a bitch, because all she wanted was her beloved junk food and a nice glass of wine.

She wasn't in the mood for some teenager with an attitude who tried to convince her that she ordered the meat lovers special even though she was a vegetarian. She blew out a sigh of relief when the doorbell rang.

She grabbed her wallet and peered through the peephole to confirm that it was in fact a pizza and not some knife-wielding maniac. With the luck she had been having lately a maniac might be a nice diversion. As she opened the door she knew that her life had been getting her down, between the pressures at work and her lover walking out, her mood could probably be better when it came to dealing with her pizza problems.

Glory was taken aback when she opened the door and found an adult standing on the front stoop. Glory knew that delivering pizzas wasn't limited to the youngsters, but of late the majority had been high school students. What was even more surprising was the brunette was absolutely adorable dressed in her black jeans, red polo shirt embroidered with the pizza shops logo, and her long, dark hair pulled back through the matching baseball cap.

"You ordered a pizza?" The brunette offered with a brilliant smile that Glory couldn't help returning.

"Yes, I did," Glory responded with a cocky grin.

"A large five combo and free cinnamon sticks," the brunette brightly said as she handed Glory the warm cardboard box. "Twelve fifty."

"You can keep the cinnamon sticks," Glory cringed as she juggled the pizza and her wallet.

"Good call," the woman chuckled. "Whatever happened to garlic bread or wings?"

"There is just something really wrong about cinnamon and pizza," Glory agreed as she handed the woman a twenty-dollar bill.

While the brunette counted out her change Glory peeked at her pizza. Her shoulders slumped when she spied a pepperoni and anchovy nightmare inside of the box. "Sorry this is wrong." She handed the driver the pizza and prepared herself for the inevitable argument over the order.

Much to her delight and surprise the woman handed back her money and placed the pizza down while she studied the order form. "Let's see if I can figure out what you were supposed to get?" The woman offered with a shy smile as she tried to decipher the order slip. "It would probably be quicker if you just tell me," the brunette said as she screwed up her face. "The Rosetta stone was easier to translate."

"Thank you," Glory sighed with relief. "I ordered a large mushroom, onion, black olive, green pepper and extra cheese."

"No problem Ms. Diamond," the brunette addressed her politely as she unclipped her cell phone from her belt and hit speed dial. "Faye, it is Lacy, put Frank on . . . No you can't help me . . . Because you screwed up again . . . Frank I've got a bad order here . . . Well it was supposed to be a large mushroom, onion, black olive, green pepper and extra cheese," the brunette explained as she bent over and peered into the pizza box. Glory couldn't help sneaking a glance at the brunette's firm backside as she inspected the order. "Eww this is disgusting, I'm looking at a pepperoni and anchovy," the girl continued as she closed the box and stood up. "Now who would order that?" Lacy scowled towards Glory who was trying to look innocent. "And Frank make nice and it is a comp . . . Because the customer didn't order this," the brunette added before ending the call.

"My apologies Ms. Diamond," the brunette offered.

"Glory," the blonde offered for some unknown reason.

"Well Glory I've straightened out your order," Lacy explained. "But I need to finish delivering the rest of my route and get back to the shop. I'm afraid it is going to take a while before I can get back here. I'm sorry for the inconvenience and there is, of course, no charge. If you want to call someone else I understand, but I hope that you won't," Lacy added playfully.

"Not a problem," Glory agreed happy to just be treated in a professional manner.

"I'll be back just as soon as I can," Lacy offered as she gathered up the unwanted pizza and made her way down the stone walkway.

Glory felt a little silly as she watched the sway of the woman's hips as she walked away and climbed into her big black truck. "Oh my," the blonde said as she inhaled sharply.

"What is wrong with me?" She added as she watched Lacy's truck pull away from the curb. "Lusting after the pizza delivery girl, that's it, I've finally snapped."

One and a half hours later Glory had given up on her dinner and opened up a bottle of wine. She poured a glass and began to channel surf. Just as she clicked off the television and threw down the remote in defeat her doorbell rang. With her wine glass in hand she peered through the peephole and spied Lacy standing on the stoop holding a pizza box.

"Starting without me?" Lacy quipped as she nodded towards the glass of wine.

"I'd ask you to join me but you're on duty," Glory teased the brunette whose dark brown eyes were twinkling up at her.

"Actually I'm not," Lacy offered with a sly smirk. "Or I won't be once I give you this," the brunette added as she offered the stunned blonde her pizza.

Glory peered inside to find a piping hot pizza that was just what she ordered. As she peered over the cover of the box she wondered if there was something else on her order. "I'm sorry it took so long," Lacy apologized. "They were going to send someone else, but I offered to drop it off on my way home."

Glory felt a sudden rush as she closed the lid, the aroma of freshly baked pizza assaulting her senses. The blonde knew that the heat she was feeling wasn't emanating from the pizza she was still holding. 'Is she flirting or just being nice?' Glory wondered as she continued to stand there. Her heart fluttered as Lacy returned her gaze. "Thank you," the blonde finally managed to stammer out. "Since you are off duty would you like to join me for a glass of wine?" Glory blurted out before she lost her nerve.

"Thank you," Lacy responded warmly as she flashed the tall blonde another bright smile that made Glory feel slightly weak in the knees. Glory stepped aside as the brunette, who stood a few inches shorter than her, stepped inside her small townhouse. "You are old enough to drink aren't you?" Glory inquired as she closed the door behind the brunette.

"I'm old enough to be flattered by the question," Lacy responded with a throaty laugh. "I'm twenty-seven."

Glory felt suddenly shy as she placed the pizza down on the coffee table. "I'll just get us some plates and more," she offered nervously as she watched Lacy removing her cap and allowing her long hair to cascade down to her shoulders. Glory suppressed the moan that was threatening to escape from her lips as she watched Lacy run her fingers through her long dark hair.

"I'm Lacy by the way," the brunette offered playfully as she tucked her hat into her back pocket.

"Glory," the blonde repeated as she shyly offered the attractive woman her hand. She felt a surge of warmth spreading through her body as Lacy firmly shook her hand. "I, Uhm," the blonde stammered uncertain what she should say or do next, She knew what she wanted to do, but was unsure that Lacy was interested. She glanced down at their hands that were still joined and swallowed hard as she tried to think of something clever to say. "A tip!" She blurted out blushing as she tore her hand from the chuckling Lacy's grasp. "Well that was smooth," she berated herself.

"Not to worry. So far this is the nicest gratuity I've received all evening." Lacy responded in a husky tone.

"You have the greatest smile," Glory said absently as she continued to stare at the attractive woman.

"See and it gets better with each passing moment," Lacy encouraged.

"Are you always this much of a flirt?" Glory inquired with a hint of suspicion as she placed her glass down onto the table and took a step closer to her unexpected guest.

"Only with incredibly beautiful women," Lacy offered in a sincere voice as she stepped closer to her hostess.

"I'll take that as a yes," Glory played along as she closed the gap between them. "So, are you flirting for money or is there something else you are interested in?" Glory said as her hands came to rest on the brunette's broad shoulders.

"Trust me at this moment money is the last thing on my mind," Lacy reassured her as the brunette's hands found their way to Glory's hips.

"What if I'm straight?" Glory teased as she felt her stomach clench with desire.

"Oh so that rainbow flag hanging on the porch is just a big ruse?" Lacy teased in response as she caressed the blonde's hips.

"So if isn't money then how would you like me to thank you for your excellent service?" Glory asked as she dipped her head down slightly.

"Kiss me," Lacy offered in a breathy whisper as her hands drifted up along the supple curve of the blonde's body.

Glory shivered as she felt Lacy's hands caressing her body and her breath teasing her skin. Her hazel eyes drifted down to Lacy's soft lips. She licked her own lips as her body melded into the smaller woman's. Glory shivered nervously before she tasted the brunette's warm inviting lips.

Her nervousness slipped away as became lost in the feel of Lacy's lips moving against her own. Glory's hands moved, as she tasted the brunette's lips. She cupped the back of Lacy's head as she drew her in closer. Her tongue peeked out and teased Lacy's bottom lip. She moaned as she felt the brunette's lips parting. The blonde accepted the brunette's invitation as her tongue slipped inside Lacy's mouth.

Glory felt alive for the first time in a very long time as Lacy's hands drifted higher until the brunette's fingers were gliding gently along the swell of the blonde's breasts. Lacy's tongue greeted Glory's as the kiss deepened. The blonde's knees buckled as she trembled while the brunette cupped one of her breasts.

Glory's entire being was on fire as she reluctantly broke away from the fiery kiss. "God and I thought you had a great smile," Glory gasped as she felt Lacy's fingers teasing her nipple through the light material of her t-shirt. "So do you always receive kisses as tips?" She asked the smaller woman who was nibbling her neck.

Lacy released another throaty chuckle as she lifted her head and stared deeply into Glory's eyes. 'What a great laugh,' Glory mentally noted as Lacy ran the tips of her fingers along the blonde's jaw line. "No," Lacy responded never breaking her gaze as her fingers glided down Glory's neck. "For you I'm making an exception. I have to confess this is the nicest tip I've gotten in the past year."

Glory leaned into Lacy's touch her heart melting from the warm gaze the brunette was casting up at her. "To be honest this is this first kiss I've had in over a year," Lacy continued a sudden shyness clouding her tone.

"Really?" Glory asked with surprise as she slipped her hands down along the front of the brunette's body. "I find that hard to believe."

"I think her exact words were 'it's not you it's me', " Lacy explained as her hands continued to drift down along the tall blonde's body.

Glory groaned as she thought Lacy's ex-lover was a complete idiot. "Mine swore that we had simply grown apart and there wasn't another woman," Glory offered as she tugged the red polo out of Lacy's jeans.

"Ah let me guess," Lacy sighed as her hands gripped the hem of Glory's t-shirt. "She moved in with her new lover?"

"You must be psychic," Glory laughed as she lifted Lacy's shirt higher so she could finally feel her skin. She ran her hands along Lacy's firm stomach as she felt the brunette lifting her t-shirt. Glory gasped as she felt Lacy's fingers caressing her skin as they moved slowly up her body.

"Women, who needs them?" Lacy teased her as she filled her hands with Glory's breasts.

"Oh God," Glory moaned as she felt Lacy teasing her nipples with the palms of her hands. Her moaned deepened to a growl as she felt the brunette's thigh slipping between her legs and pressing against her aching mound.

Instinctively Glory's thighs tightened against the brunette's leg. Her hips rocked against Lacy's jean clad thigh as she yanked her polo shirt up. Lacy lifted her arms so Glory could pull the red shirt, which smelled like pizza off of her lover's body. Glory tossed Lacy's shirt across the room as the brunette clasped her hips and guided the blonde to rock gently against her firm body.

Glory rocked harder against her lover as the brunette's fingers captured her nipples and began to tease them. Glory hissed with pleasure as her nipples became erect from Lacy's teasing. She groaned with displeasure when Lacy's touch left her aching body. Her stomach quivered as she felt Lacy once again gripping the hem of her t-shirt. She raised her arms as Lacy removed the garment from her body.

Glory's body trembled as the she felt the night air caressing her exposed skin as her lover wrapped her fingers in her long, blonde hair and drew her in for another kiss. Glory could feel her nipples brushing against the satin material of Lacy's bra as their tongues battled for control.

Glory's hips never stilled as they stumbled backwards. She felt the sofa pressing against the back of her legs. She continued to rub her throbbing clit against Lacy's jeans as she felt her lover lowering her down onto the sofa. Glory's body arched as she felt Lacy's body covering her own.

Lacy's hips matched her urgent rhythm as Glory's hands ran along the brunette's back. She unclasped Lacy's bra as the brunette's kisses drifted from her lips down to her neck. Glory's body was thrusting uncontrollably as Lacy began nibbling on her sensitive earlobe. "Yes," the blonde hissed as Lacy's tongue dipped into her ear while her hands slipped between them and once again captured her breasts.

Glory felt out of control as Lacy rolled her nipples between her fingers. She clung to her lover as she felt her desire dampening her boxer shorts as their hips rocked wildly against one another. Lacy's body arched above her, pressing her nipple dangerously close to Glory's hungry lips.

Glory captured the dark bud in her mouth and suckled her lover greedily. She could hear Lacy's needy moans as she ran her teeth across the erect bud. Glory captured her lover's other breast in her hand as her tongue teased its twin.

She could hear the sofa creaking beneath them as they rode against one another. Glory's clit was throbbing demanding attention as she fondled her lover's nipples. Her thighs trembled as she felt her body convulsing. Her head fell back as the need for release consumed her. "Please." She pleaded as she felt her shorts being lowered down her hips as her lover licked and tasted her way down her body.

Glory was lost in a haze of desire as she felt Lacy lifting her hips and her boxer shorts slipping from her body. She was only dimly aware that she was completely naked as she felt Lacy's hands and mouth inching up her long legs. She could feel Lacy's warm breath tickling the inside of her thighs as the brunette's hands slipped beneath her. "God, yes!" Glory called out as Lacy cupped her ass and drew her closer.

Glory opened herself up to her lover's touch as Lacy's tongue traced the inside of her thighs. She quivered as her lover licked away her passion. She heard Lacy moan as she nestled her body completely between the blonde's legs. Glory cried out as she felt Lacy's tongue dipping into her wetness.

Glory looked down her body as she felt Lacy's tongue gliding along her slick folds. Brown eyes filled with lust twinkled back at her as Glory began to tease her own nipples. Lacy slowly teased the blonde. Glory's hips jerked forward as she felt the brunette's tongue flicker lightly against her swollen nub.

Glory cried out as she felt her lover capture her clit in her mouth. Her body lifted up off of the sofa as her hands flew out and she clutched the sofa cushions. Lacy's slow teasing was driving Glory insane. Her hips thrust harder against her lover's talented mouth. Lacy suckled her harder teasing her. Glory felt a jolt tear through her when Lacy's teeth grazed her clit.

"Yes!" She cried out once again as Lacy suckled her harder. Glory's eyes snapped shut as her hips lifted higher. She couldn't still her body as Lacy's tongue slipped down until it was pressing against the opening of her center. She could hear Lacy murmuring with delight as her tongue plunged deep inside of the blonde. Lacy filled her with her tongue as she teased her clit with her thumb.

Glory screamed with pleasure as the passion ripped through her body. She couldn't breathe as Lacy continued to take her with her mouth. Glory's lungs seized as she climaxed against the brunette's touch. She was struggling to breathe as her mind swirled with crimson images as she felt Lacy's touch slipping from her body.

Glory was still reeling from the intensity as she felt Lacy's half naked body covering her. Lacy captured her in a fiery kiss. Glory tasted her passion on her lover's lips as the brunette's fingers slipped inside of her. Lacy kissed her deeply as she plunged in and out of Glory's over flowing wetness while she once again teased her clit with her thumb.

Glory was panting as the kiss came to an end. Her throat was raw as she cried out. She was unaware of what she was saying as her lover guided her body to a blissful euphoria. She could still feel her lover nestled in the warmth of her passion as Lacy's body stilled. Glory rode the crest of the last waves of passion until her body finally eased.

She released a satisfied moan as she felt Lacy's touch slipping from her body. Her hazel eyes blinked open. She smiled to find Lacy smiling down at her. 'I could get used to that smile,' Glory thought as cupped her lover's face. "I. Uhm. never. . . ," She began shyly. "I mean I don't usually do this."

"You should," Lacy teased, as her smile grew brighter. "You've very good at it."

Glory laughed as she realized she liked the brunette's quirky sense of humor. "Seriously," Lacy began as she guided Glory up and wrapped her arms around her. "I don't usually just do this either. When I came back tonight I was hoping that maybe I could be brave enough to ask you out."

"Are you trying to convince me that you are shy?" Glory asked in disbelief.

"Terribly," Lacy responded in a serious tone.

Glory listened to the rapid beating of Lacy's heart as they snuggled on the sofa. "I'm afraid you're pizza is probably cold," Lacy whispered as she kissed Glory's brow.

"I'll heat it up for us," Glory offered before stealing a kiss.

"That's alright," Lacy chuckled. "I don't like pizza."

"Now I know you are teasing me," Glory persisted as she climbed off of the brunette's lap and offered her hand.

"I use to," Lacy explained as she took Glory's hand and stood. "But then I got this second job delivering pizza and now I'm not so fond of it."

"I guess we can forget about Italian when I take you out to dinner," Glory noted as she guided Lacy towards the staircase that led to her bedroom. "We can discuss it in the morning."

"And how will we spend the rest of the night?" Lacy teased as Glory turned to her in the darkness.

Glory released the brunette's hand. She ran her hands along Lacy's torso enjoying the feel of the brunette's skin trembling against her touch. She unsnapped the button on the brunette's pants and lowered the zipper. Lacy released a soft whimper as Glory lowered her jeans and underwear down to her hips. Their eyes locked as they stood there on the darkened staircase. Glory guided her lover's body against the wall. She slipped her hand between the brunette's trembling thighs. She moaned as she felt her lover's over flowing wetness greeting her touch. "I am going to make love to you all night long," Glory promised as she parted her lover and dipped her fingers inside of Lacy's passion. The brunette's head fell back as Glory stroked her throbbing clit.

Glory nudged her lover's legs even further apart with her knee. Lacy cried out as Glory entered her. The blonde could feel her own body responding as she filled her lover. Glory stepped down one step so that her mouth was now level with her lover's breasts.

Slowly she circled one of Lacy's nipples with her tongue as her fingers wiggled inside of the brunette's warmth. Lacy gripped the banister as Glory suckled her nipple while her fingers slipped in and out of her wetness. Lacy's hips matched Glory's rhythm as the blonde's pace grew steadily.

Glory tugged on Lacy's erect nipple as she took her lover harder. Lacy's body matched her frantic rhythm as she begged Glory for more. The blonde slipped another digit deep inside of her lover. She could feel the walls of Lacy's body tighten against her touch. She urged her lover closer to the edge until she fell into the abyss calling out the blonde's name as her body exploded.

They kissed and held one another as Lacy's body calmed. Glory's touch slipped from her lover. Her lover watched as she licked the brunette's passion from her glistening fingers. "Let's go to bed," Glory offered as they began to ascend the staircase.

As the blonde guided the brunette towards her bedroom she knew that in the light of day she might never see the charismatic delivery girl again. Then again there was something in Lacy's eyes that denied that would be the outcome.

The End

THE PROMISE

May 2002

Disclaimers: Yes, I know who they look like but it isn’t them. This story and its characters belong solely to the author and may not be reproduced, posted, or sold without the author’s permission. And doesn’t it just suck that I have to mention that? This story contains a loving, sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If this isn’t something you wish to read about, then do us all a favor and don’t read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view such material, then do me a favor and don’t read this story until it is no longer a crime for you to do so.

Thanks to my beta reader Joanne.

As always, this is for Heather.

PART ONE

Amsterdam 1939

Glenna looked over at her companion with an amused grin. The tall slender redhead with the brilliant blue eyes sipped her tea thoughtfully. Helga was the portrait of elegance. She had a slender body, long legs, and a swan-like neck. Back home in the states she would have been easily mistaken for a movie star or royalty. If you passed Helga on the street you would never suspect that the statuesque beauty was a madam. Not just any madam. Helga was a brilliant businesswoman who ran a very discreet operation for those with enough class and money.

"What is it that you are smiling at, my friend?" Helga inquired curiously, her rich accent rolling off her full lips.

"You, my friend," Glenna responded happily.

"I delight you?" Helga inquired with a slight purr.

"You know that you do," Glenna agreed. "I was just thinking what a strange friendship we share."

"You mean because we . . . how do you Americans say, fucked?" Helga inquired playfully. "Such a vulgar term."

"True," Glenna agreed. "But somehow the way you say it brings a certain elegance to the term."

Helga flashed a sly grin at the tall American and Glenna was just about to expand on her thoughts when a petite strawberry blonde entered Helga’s luxurious apartment. Emerald eyes stared curiously at Glenna who smiled in response. The small girl blushed before shyly scampering out of the room. Glenna turned to see the warning glare Helga flashed at her. The small blonde’s name was Dodi. Other than that and the fact that Helga kept her way from her business and clients, Glenna knew nothing about the girl.

"If you will excuse me?" Helga offered politely as she stood. "I need to see to Dodi."

"Of course," Glenna said with a slight nod. "I’ll just enjoy my tea and reminisce about how we met."

"You mean when you entered my theatre for the first time. Such a pleasant memory," Helga added before she left the room.

"Hmm," Glenna sighed as her thoughts drifted once again to the mysterious Dodi. "Who is she?" Glenna pondered thoughtfully. Although she had known Helga for six years, she hadn’t a clue as to who the young girl was.

PART TWO

Six years ago Glenna was on her honeymoon. She was a blushing young bride and her husband, Horace, was bordering on senility. Not surprising since her groom was nearly a half century her senior. It was a good match in many ways. Glenna’s family needed her to maintain her station in high society and Horace needed a wife. Since he was a rich old codger it seemed like an ideal match for the young woman. After all, Glenna reasoned that Horace really wasn’t going to be on this earth much longer. She truly liked the older gentleman who was far too busy amassing a fortune to wed and he was only cognizant of their marriage on rare occasions. She of course would perform her duties. She was stunned that at those times Horace would display uncharacteristic stamina. Her only fear was that she would send her elderly husband to his grave before she had the chance to give him an heir.

It wasn’t the money that she sought; she truly wanted to have a child. Of course Horace’s millions didn’t hurt. But underneath it all she was simply a socialite that needed to hide her true sexuality. They honeymooned in Europe and delighted in the grand old architecture and arts. When they arrived in Amsterdam Horace was weary and Glenna was thankful.

After some discreet inquiries, a chambermaid informed her of a little known place that would appeal to Glenna. Chez Elle was described to her by the chambermaid as the spot she should go. The name explained it all to the eager Glenna. The brunette didn’t doubt the information the maid had passed along to her since she had already bedded the woman.

Chez Elle was hidden away on a dark side street. It was, for all intents and purposes, a theatre. Certainly not the kind her old schoolmates from Vassar would have approved of since the main attraction was the live sex shows consisting mostly of a female entourage. Glenna felt like a gangster when she knocked on the dark doorway and gave the password. The tall burly man examined her closely to ensure she was dressed appropriately, and then allowed her to pay the hefty entrance fee when he was assured that her pedigree was appropriate.

Glenna walked into the bright theatre and was amazed by the wealthy women and men floating about. She surveyed the plush booths and elegant décor. If it weren’t for the three naked beauties pleasuring each other on stage, she would have thought she was at one of New York’s finer establishments. A young woman dressed in a long flowing gown approached her. The woman began to speak and Glenna held up her hand. "English, please," Glenna implored her, feeling far too weary to translate.

"An American," the woman said excitedly. "We have so few visiting us these days with all the troubles. Welcome! Are you alone?"

"Yes," Glenna responded with a shy smile as the woman removed her wrap.

"If you wish companionship you need only to tell your server," the woman explained as she led Glenna down the aisles past several booths where couples were engaged in some very interesting activities. "And if you wish your server, simply ask," she explained as she seated Glenna at a small private table. "If someone approaches you that doesn’t interest you, a simple no will end the encounter. Enjoy your visit; everything will be added to your bill. Simply pay the cashier on the way out."

Glenna nodded, slightly stunned by the casual atmosphere. Her server was an attractive woman with an ample bosom that pressed against her tight dress. Glenna ordered a bottle of champagne and watched the show. She sipped the champagne as she delighted in the performances.

A slender redhead seated herself at Glenna’s table without introduction. The woman’s sparkling blue eyes captivated Glenna. "Are you enjoying your visit?" the woman inquired in a rich accent that Glenna instantly realized was German.

"Very much," Glenna responded as the woman slid closer to her.

"I’m Helga," the woman introduced herself. "I would like to enjoy your company, if it pleases you?"

"Glenna," the brunette responded eagerly. Helga captured her hand and ran her long fingers along the back of the brunette’s hand. "Would you like some champagne?" Glenna offered. Helga simply nodded in response.

"And where is he this evening?" Helga inquired as she ran her finger along Glenna’s large diamond wedding band.

"Sleeping," Glenna responded with a light laugh as Helga waved the serving girl over.

Glenna could feel her pulse racing as the girl placed another champagne flute on the table. Helga brushed the girl’s lips lightly with her own as she ran her hand up the back of the girl’s dress. Glenna purred with excitement as she watched the scene. Helga quickly dismissed the girl and sipped her champagne as Glenna drank in her body. The black silk pantsuit fitted Helga’s slender frame perfectly.

"Pity," Helga said as she placed her glass on the table.

"What is?" Glenna inquired, thoroughly intrigued by this beauty sitting next to her.

"That someone so young and beautiful has to sneak away from her husband," Helga explained as she ran her fingers along Glenna’s firm jaw. "Are you simply curious?"

"No." Glenna laughed lightly as she leaned into Helga’s touch. "He’s not so young and I passed the stage of curiosity quite some time ago."

"Ah, he is rich," Helga said with a knowing smile.

"Very," Glenna confessed as she ran her fingers along her companion’s thigh.

"Clever girl," Helga said with a saucy wink. Glenna’s hand continued to enjoy the feel of silk while Helga’s hands drifted down the front of Glenna’s evening gown. They watched the show as Glenna’s desire deepened. Her hand grew bolder and soon she was caressing the inside of Helga’s firm thigh. Her blue eyes widened when she felt the hard bulge between her companion’s thighs.

Helga sighed deeply as she captured Glenna’s trembling hand. The redhead moved Glenna’s hand deeper between her legs. Glenna moaned as she cupped the woman’s mound and felt the hardness pressing against her palm. "Would you like to see?" Helga invited her in a husky tone.

"Yes," Glenna gasped.

Glenna licked her lips eagerly as Helga unbuttoned her slacks and pulled them down slightly to reveal her cream white hips and the phallus strapped to her mound. Helga’s eyes glazed over as she guided Glenna’s hand down to touch the phallus. Glenna lost herself in the feel of it while she stroked the phallus slowly. Never in her previous escapes had Glenna been treated to such a delightful encounter. Soon touching the phallus wasn’t enough. She shifted in the velvet-covered booth and lowered her mouth.

Eagerly she took the phallus into her mouth; Helga moaned in pleasure while she ran her fingers through Glenna’s long raven tresses. Their passion grew steadily until Helga pulled Glenna up to her and captured her lips in a fiery kiss. Soon Helga was leading Glenna away from her table. As the strolled through the theatre, she noticed the respect that was accorded Helga by each person she encountered.

Glenna understood many things as they made their way up to Helga’s private booth. First, Helga was the driving force behind Chez Elle. Secondly, her attractive companion’s desires weren’t limited to women. Helga, she would learn later, found pleasure in beautiful people regardless of their gender. Helga led her to her private booth; it contained a large bed that could provide comfort while giving the guests an unobstructed view of the stage without the patrons being able to observe Helga’s activities.

Glenna and Helga undressed one another while exchanging passionate kisses and soon Glenna found herself lying beneath the beautiful redhead. Glenna wrapped her long legs around Helga’s body and allowed her to fill her completely. Helga took her to new heights that evening. After their encounter ended and before Glenna was in the taxi heading back to the hotel room she shared with her husband, Helga offered to assist Glenna in finding companionship whenever she was in the area.

Glenna knew that Helga wasn’t offering herself but was more than willing to broker any recreation that Glenna might seek. That was the way it had begun. Glenna became one of Helga’s clients and once a year visited Amsterdam whether or not Horace could accompany her. Somehow the two women struck up a mostly unlikely friendship. She knew that Helga was closer to her than her other clients. She also knew that, despite their closeness, neither of them wanted a romantic relationship with the other.

She even corresponded with Helga and learned a great deal about her foreign friend. Helga was a cunning businesswoman and very well educated. She had left Germany when the politics changed. She built her business up quietly and, since her clients were very well connected throughout the continent and she was discreet, she was allowed to keep her business thriving.

The only thing Glenna didn’t know about was Dodi. She remembered the first time she saw the shy young woman. At first Glenna thought she was a child but when she looked closer she knew that Dodi was probably only a few years her junior. Helga made it clear the first time she saw Glenna admiring Dodi that the petite blonde was not on the menu. Dodi was kept away from anyone that had anything to do with Helga’s business. Glenna respected her privacy regarding the matter and never questioned her.

At first she thought that perhaps Dodi was Helga’s child but quickly realized that the girl was far too old. It was strange that Glenna knew Helga’s favorite sexual position and her dreams for the future but hadn’t a clue as to who the young girl was. She would have asked Dodi but the blonde wasn’t allowed to speak to her and all they shared were a few smiles and curious looks.

PART THREE

"Such an interesting look on that beautiful face," Helga commented merrily. Glenna blinked before noticing her friend grinning at her.

"I was just reminiscing about how you seduced me," Glenna teased her friend.

"I seduced you?" Helga responded with a hearty laugh. "It was a nice evening. Your body wrapped around my own while we made love watching those two young women performing the same act on stage."

"It was so very kind of you to invite them to join us after their performance," Glenna added with a wry smile.

"I am always a gracious hostess," Helga commented softly. "Plus I was granted the pleasure of watching those two beautiful creatures fulfill your every desire." Glenna blushed deeply at the memory. "That evening I knew that you would be a wonderful client. Then you took me by complete surprise and invited me for tea the following afternoon. At first I was worried that you might have, how do you say, a crush? Such harsh words in your language for such beautiful sentiments." Glenna listened carefully as her friend spoke. She always found Helga’s voice captivating. "But that afternoon we talked about everything from art to the state of the world. None of my other clients would even speak to me on the street, but you invited me to your home and offered your friendship. You didn’t offer your bed, knowing that it wasn’t what either us sought from the other, and for that, my friend, I am in your debt."

"Helga, I treasure our friendship," Glenna quickly explained. "It is so nice to have another woman to speak to about life. Unlike so many women I know, you don’t hide your intelligence nor do you ask me to hide mine. I love your letters. And I will always hold the memory of sharing my passion with you very close to my heart. We both know that our feelings for one another are not romantic."

"You have been visiting Amsterdam for a few months now. Are you enjoying your stay?" Helga inquired casually.

"Yes, very much so," Glenna responded, slightly bewildered by the sudden change in the conversation.

"How much longer will you be staying in my adopted country?" Helga continued as her eyes drifted to the door where Dodi had exited a short while ago.

"Not very much longer I’m afraid," Glenna responded with regret. "The climate is changing and Horace is insistent that I return to America."

"I trust it is not the weather that you are referring to," Helga said thoughtfully.

"No," Glenna responded sadly. "The world is changing, my friend, and I fear that my husband is correct. I should return to my home, and to my husband of course," she added with a smile as she spoke of her husband.

"If he only knew how you spend your leisure time, you would certainly send that old man to his grave." Helga laughed. "But he is correct. The world is changing and this will not be a safe place for very much longer. You should go as soon as you can."

"I will be leaving in a few days," Glenna responded, seeing the worry in her friend’s eyes. "I will miss you."

"And I shall miss you as well," Helga said with sincerity. "You are the only client I’ve brought to my home and the only one that has ever seen Dodi. You are curious about her?"

"Yes," Glenna answered honestly. "But I respect your privacy."

Helga looked at Glenna sadly. "She is my sister," she explained proudly.

"I thought I saw a resemblance," Glenna added. "At first I thought she might be your child."

"I am far to young to have a child her age," Helga scoffed indignantly. "She is twenty-seven."

"I had figured that much out," Glenna reassured her. "What happened to your parents?" she inquired carefully.

"You’ve heard about what is happening in Germany?" Helga began slowly.

"I’ve heard rumors." Glenna shuddered as she thought of the unbelievable stories she had heard.

"They are true," Helga said in a heavy tone. "Our parents died helping us flee our home. I brought Dodi here thinking that we would be safe, but I was mistaken."

"Then perhaps the two of you could accompany me back to my home?" Glenna suggested earnestly, not fully understanding just why these two young women would be in danger.

"You mean that?" Helga asked cautiously.

"Yes," Glenna said firmly as she reached over and squeezed Helga’s trembling hand.

"Thank you," Helga responded as she squeezed Glenna’s hand in return. "Dodi has finished the university. I’ve set up money for her in New York. I am planning on following her as soon as I can, but I need to get her there first."

"Why is that a problem?" Glenna asked, clearly confused as to why the two women couldn’t just leave Amsterdam.

"We are Jewish," Helga explained flatly. Glenna stared at her blankly, still not understanding why that would be a problem. "This makes us targets. Not so long ago we could have simply moved on. Now, because we are Jewish, we are no longer free to leave. I need to ask you a favor, my friend."

"Anything," Glenna asserted earnestly.

"It could be dangerous," Helga warned her.

"Anything," Glenna repeated more firmly.

"Take my sister with you," Helga said in a pleading tone.

"You should come with us," Glenna insisted urgently.

"I can’t," Helga responded heavily. "I wish I could. I will get there as soon as I can," she added with a promise. "You will take her there?"

"Yes," Glenna agreed, regretting that Helga was going to remain behind.

"I am trusting you with the dearest person in the world," Helga cautioned her. "Promise me that you will get my little sister to safety."

"I promise," Glenna vowed.

PART FOUR

A few days later Glenna checked out of her hotel. She had both her bags and Dodi’s, which Helga had delivered, sent to the train station. Nervously she sat at the café awaiting Helga and Dodi’s arrival. Helga’s long black car pulled up in front and Glenna quickly dashed outside the moment the driver opened the door.

Inside the car,she found a nervous Helga and a very agitated Dodi. "I was beginning to worry," Glenna said, hoping to ease the tension in the car.

"Someone was being difficult," Helga explained as she glared at her younger sibling.

"I’m not a child," Dodi responded firmly as she rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"Here are her papers. " Helga handed a large bundle to Glenna.

"An American passport," Glenna said thoughtfully. "I’m impressed." Helga simply shrugged. "Dorothy Grayson," Glenna read aloud.

"Grayson?" Dodi said in confusion.

"Would you prefer Frankel and get arrested at the train depot?" Helga fumed.

"It’s my last name," Glenna quickly explained. "According to this you are my niece."

"Yes, and you behave for your Auntie Glenna," Helga ordered her younger sibling. "And try not to speak, but when you do remember . . ."

"Sound like an American," Dodi finished for her. Glenna smiled at the bland tone that rolled off the blonde’s lips. Helga looked at Glenna in question.

"That was very good," Glenna reassured her. "No one will question her. Besides I’ll be the typical obnoxious rich American and no one will even notice her."

"I wish the two of you would stop pretending that I am not here," Dodi groused while still maintaining her Yankee accent.

"I’m sorry, Dorothy," Glenna apologized, recalling what it was like to be left out of conversations whenever her parents bothered to be around.

"Thank you," Dorothy accepted. "It’s nice to know that someone realizes that I have an adult name."

"Dodi," Helga teased her.

"No," the blonde protested as the car came to a stop. "Dodi is a name for a little Jewish girl. It’s not safe," she explained as tears welled up in her emerald eyes. "Why can’t you come now? Or I could wait until we can travel together."

"I am sorry. It is safer for you to go now," Helga choked out as she hugged her sister tightly. "I will be joining you in America before you know it," she promised. Glenna’s heart sank, as both she and Dorothy feared that Helga might not be able to keep her promise. "Glenna will take care of you," Helga said as Glenna stepped from the automobile. Dorothy joined her as Helga wiped the tears from her eyes. "I promise," Glenna reassured her friend. "She will be eating hot dogs and watching baseball when you arrive."

Helga pulled her into a tight hug. "Thank you," the redhead whispered into Glenna’s ear. "Just one more thing," Helga began firmly as she released her hold on Glenna. "Just remember that she is my baby sister. Auntie Glenna, do not do anything that I would be forced to hunt you down and torture you for." Glenna swallowed hard as her friend captured her in a murderous gaze. "Do you understand?" Helga said slowly. "Do not touch her."

"Helga!" Dorothy shouted out in embarrassment.

"Ssh," Helga hushed her sister. "Glenna, do you understand?" she repeated venomously.

"Yes," the tall brunette squeaked out.

Later, Glenna sat nervously on the sofa in the sleeper car that she and Dorothy would be sharing for the next three days. She was surprised by the way their papers were checked over and over again. That was until Glenna started acting like the grand dame. She played the spoiled rich American heiress to the hilt, shouting at everyone and throwing her weight around. The guards simply shoved their passports at them and allowed them to board the train.

"Your act was very convincing," Dorothy said as the train left the station.

"I’ve had a lot of practice," Glenna explained. "I was born a spoiled brat and have managed to remain so well into my adulthood."

The attractive blonde sat down next to Glenna. The brunette pulled away slightly and Dorothy laughed lightly. "I cannot believe that she threatened you like that."

"Oh well, you know she is just worried about your welfare," Glenna explained. She had no intention of revealing to this sweet girl that her older sister used to hire female companions to sleep with Glenna.

"She trusts you with my life but not my virtue," Dorothy said in an amused tone. "Now why is that?" Glenna’s mouth went dry as she tried to think of some reasonable explanation. She was at a complete loss. "Should I inquire as to how well you are acquainted with my sister?" Dorothy said as her accent slipped slightly.

"I uhm . . . we . . . err," Glenna stammered like an idiot.

"I see," Dorothy said in a knowing tone as the smile slipped from her cherubic features. "Chez Elle." Glenna looked with a stunned expression at the naïve-looking girl. Dorothy held up her hands, stopping Glenna from responding. "I know. Helga doesn’t think I know but I know all about the club and what happens there. My sister thinks that I am a little girl who would never question how we arrived in Amsterdam with nothing but the clothes on our backs and ended up living in a luxurious apartment with more money than our parents made in a lifetime, all with in a very short period of time."

"I see," Glenna said as she released a sigh of relief. "Does it bother you?"

"Yes," Dorothy answered honestly. "But I understand that she did what she had to do to keep us both alive. What I don’t understand is why you would go to a place like that."

"It served a purpose," Glenna answered with a shrug.

"You paid my sister for sex?" Dorothy asked in confusion.

"I never paid your sister to sleep with her," Glenna explained quickly. It was the truth since Helga never charged her for the first night at the club.

"But you did pay her to arrange for others to sleep with you?" Dorothy asked in bewilderment.

"Yes," Glenna confessed, suddenly feeling very dirty.

"I do not understand," Dorothy continued.

"I really don’t wish to discuss this any further," Glenna snapped as shame washed over her.

"I am sorry," Dorothy apologized. "I never understood why someone would need to pay for intimacy. Certainly not someone as attractive as yourself."

"Can we please change the subject?" Glenna begged.

"I am sorry," Dorothy repeated. "You are risking your life for me all because of your friendship with my sister, and I repay you by trying to pry into the details of your sex life. Forgive me."

Glenna nodded her head in agreement. She was thankful that the questions had ended but suspected that Dorothy had a very inquisitive mind; the subject would come up again. She studied the young woman carefully. Her soft features and firm body were certainly appealing to Glenna’s baser instincts. "Yes?" Dorothy challenged her in a sultry tone.

"Why do I think that you are not as innocent as Helga thinks you are?" Glenna said with suspicion.

"Helga thinks I am a virgin." Dorothy chuckled. "I have tried to tell her the truth but for someone as, shall we say, worldly as my sister, she can be amazingly naïve when it comes to me. Before you ask, the answer is no. My tastes are not as varied as my sister’s."

"Meaning?" Glenna pried before she could stop herself.

"Helga loves freely," Dorothy responded honestly. "She finds beauty in the person. Although I do appreciate beauty, my vision is limited to only one gender and I am far more selective in my choices. I also need more than a pretty face to win my favors."

Glenna contemplated what her traveling companion had just told her. Dorothy was by no means a loose woman but she was human. The only question left in Glenna’s overwrought mind was which gender the young blonde favored. Glenna shook her head clear of any further exploration as she recalled the murderous gaze Helga had cast upon her.

"Here are your papers," Glenna said as she handed the packet over to Dorothy. "Your bank account in New York is all set up. You should be able to settle anywhere." She watched as Dorothy’s eyes widened at seeing the figures. The large amount had surprised Glenna as well before she realized that it was everything the two women had.

"Chez Elle is not a seedy brothel," Glenna explained. "Helga ensured that everything was very high class. You not only had to have the right amount of money to enter but the manners as well. And so you know your sister never sold herself. She only sought enjoyment with people who interested her."

"You make it all sound almost respectable," Dorothy said grimly.

"In some ways it was," Glenna continued. "Helga provided a safe environment for consenting adults whose passions are illegal. Yes, she arranged for people to meet but sex was never a guaranteed part of the arrangement. Sometimes it was simply a date. A nice dinner with someone who shared similar interests."

"On your dates, did any of them end with a simple handshake?" Dorothy pried suspiciously.

"Yes," Glenna answered honestly.

"But most of them ended in the bedroom, didn’t they?" Dorothy pushed.

"Yes," Glenna once again answered honestly.

"I am not judging you, but it is a brothel," Dorothy asserted. "A very expensive one from what I can see," she emphasized as she held up the papers from the bank.

"And where am I to go to find companionship?" Glenna argued. "I am a homosexual. No where on this planet is that legal. I could be jailed or worse for simply loving a woman."

"Trust me; I do understand," Dorothy said softly. "Or did you not understand our earlier conversation? What is it that we are called in your country? Queer?"

Glenna cringed at the term. "There are some words in English that you do not need to learn," Glenna chastised her. "Lesbian," she corrected her.

"Of course. Sappho and her island," Dorothy concurred.

"Yes, but I wouldn’t say it very loudly," Glenna cautioned her. "At least you don’t have to lie about being Jewish after you get settled in New York."

"Really?" Dorothy choked out as her eyes filled with tears. "I barely remember what that is like."

"I have friends back home who are Jewish. They can show you around and take you to temple," Glenna offered.

"You make it sound so simple," Dorothy said in wonderment.

"It is that simple," Glenna reassured her. "Trust me. There are still some blockheads there but since you have more than enough money," Glenna emphasized her point by tapping the bank statement,"no one is going to give a hoot. That is the American way. Well, that and always remember to root for the home team."

"Yes, baseball!" Dorothy shouted excitedly. "You must teach me about baseball." Dorothy tugged on Glenna’s arm eagerly. "I want to be a real American by the time Helga arrives."

"All right." Glenna laughed at the younger woman’s excitement. "We have three days on the train and then an ocean voyage ahead of us. I think I can fill you in on all the basics of the game by the time we dock."

"We are not flying?" Dorothy asked curiously, her accent growing thicker with each passing moment.

"No. With everything going on, my husband said that he felt better if I sailed home," Glenna explained.

"You are married?" Dorothy said in confusion. "I think that I am going to understand baseball more quickly than I will understand what goes on in there," she said as she poked her finger against Glenna’s forehead.

"Oh, you don’t want to go there." Glenna laughed as she captured Dorothy’s finger. "Okay, let’s start. There are nine men on the field at one time . . ."

"No women?" Dorothy challenged her.

"No," Glenna answered.

"Why?" Dorothy pressed.

"Why what?" Glenna asked in bewilderment.

"Why are there no women?" Dorothy asked in dismay.

"Because there aren’t," Glenna said.

"Why?" Dorothy pushed.

"I don’t know," Glenna conceded in frustration. "Now where was I? Right. Nine men are on the diamond at the same time . . . "

"They play on a diamond?" Dorothy asked, seeming to enjoy the frustration she was causing Glenna. "I like diamonds."

"Well, that’s one thing you and Helga have in common," Glenna teased.

*****

After an exhausting attempt to explain the rules of baseball to her energetic companion, Glenna finally decided to give up for the night. "Dinner." She groaned in exhaustion as she rang for the porter who arrived quickly. Glenna smiled, knowing that her wealth did provide privilege no matter where she traveled. "Could you set up the beds while my niece and I are in the dining car?" Glenna instructed the older man.

"Yes, Madame," he responded in broken English.

"Come along, Dorothy." She beckoned her companion as if she was a small child. She was amused by the harsh glare she received from the younger woman.

"Yes, of course, Auntie Glenna," Dorothy chimed in response, sounding like a teenaged American girl as she skipped out of the car. Glenna bit back her laughter as she watched the girl walk down the aisle of the crowded train. Her smile vanished as she found herself captivated by the gentle sway of the young woman’s hips. "Why do you have to be so beautiful?" she muttered as she followed her companion.

Over dinner they fell into easy banter despite the fact that Dorothy was careful not to speak very often, fearful that her accent would slip. Dorothy reached for Glenna’s wine glass and took a sip. Glenna had teased the younger woman by not allowing her to order any wine with dinner. "Naughty girl." she taunted the blonde as she retrieved the wine glass from her grasp.

Dorothy was glaring at her once again when Glenna noticed a young man smiling suggestively at Dorothy. The brunette cast an icy blue stare at the man as her jaw clenched. "Jealous?" Dorothy questioned her in an annoying tone.

"Whatever do you mean?" Glenna scoffed in return. "After all, you are my niece and I value my life," she added the last part of her statement softly so only Dorothy could hear her.

"Then why were you staring at my ass earlier?" Dorothy whispered hotly in her ear as Glenna choked.

"My, you have learned some very interesting vocabulary," Glenna managed to choke out as she felt the blush creeping up to the tips of her ears.

Dorothy released a throaty laugh as her head fell back, causing her long strawberry blonde hair to cascade down across her face. The younger woman quickly snatched away the wine glass. "Never play with fire, young lady," Glenna warned her as the blonde sipped her wine.

"Why? Are you going to spank me?" Dorothy said in husky tone.

"Have you no shame?" Glenna laughed lightly, knowing that she was being played. "Or do you hold my well-being with such little regard? Helga will hunt me down and rip my heart out of my chest if she even knew we talked in such a manner."

"She will make it out, won’t she?" Dorothy asked fearfully as she leaned back in the booth, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Yes," Glenna reassured her as she leaned over to brush the few remaining strands of hair off Dorothy’s brow. Glenna’s fingertips traced the soft outline of the blonde’s face before coming to rest under her chin. She tilted Dorothy’s face up gently and found herself lost in her emerald eyes. "She will be joining us before you know it. And who knows? Maybe the Germans will stay out of Amsterdam. Now finish your wine; it’s late," she added as she reluctantly released Dorothy’s face.

Glenna noticed how the tips of her fingers were tingling from the brief contact. Sitting back in confusion, she watched the blonde slowly sipping her wine until her eyes caught the same young man still ogling Dorothy. This time a fierce growl accompanied her icy stare. "Come along, Auntie. It is past your bedtime," Dorothy mocked her as she rose from her seat and offered her hand to the tall brunette.

Glenna shot the young man one last glare before taking Dorothy’s hand and walking back to their car. As they entered, Glenna noticed that both sleeping berths had been opened and turned down. She grimaced as she looked at her companion and realized the drastic differences in their height. Normally she took the lower berth since she almost always traveled alone.

"I could give you a boost," she suggested to her companion who was busy gathering up her sleeping attire.

"I am not climbing up there. I will never be able to get back down." Dorothy laughed as she padded off towards the bathroom.

Later that evening Glenna was sound asleep in the upper berth while Dorothy slept in the lower. The sound of whimpering woke the brunette. Confused by the darkness and the movement of the train, she rubbed her head searching for some answers. Then she heard a stifled sob coming from below her. She stumbled out of the bed, crashing to floor. "Damn it to Hell!" Glenna cried out as she rubbed her injured backside. She saw the startled blonde head shoot up, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I’m sorry. You were crying and I misjudged the distance."

"Bad dream." Dorothy sniffed. "I didn’t know . . . sorry I woke you."

"Ssh," Glenna hushed her as she crawled over to the blonde’s bed. "Do you want to talk about it?" she offered tenderly as she brushed away the tears with her thumb.

"Sometimes I dream about my parents," Dorothy explained. "We were there when they were . . ."

"It’s all right," Glenna reassured her as she gathered the smaller woman in her arms. She rubbed Dorothy’s back as the blonde clung to her.

"Hold me," Dorothy pleaded.

Against her better judgment, Glenna crawled into the tiny bed and wrapped the smaller woman up in a warm embrace. Dorothy snuggled against Glenna’s chest and clung to her tightly. Something about holding this woman in her arms felt right. The scent of Dorothy’s shampoo invaded her senses as she felt the blonde’s heart beat against her chest. The strange sense of comfort she had felt quickly vanished as Glenna felt herself becoming aroused.

Sleep eluded Glenna that evening as she enjoyed the feel of her companion’s body pressed against her. She was only aware of the passing of time when the sunlight peeked through the tiny windows of their room. She felt Dorothy running her fingers across the lace along the collar of her nightgown. "Thank you," Dorothy whispered. Glenna kissed the top of her head in response.

Dorothy shifted and lifted her head slightly. Once again Glenna found that she lost in a sea of green. The look in Dorothy’s eyes mirrored her own desires. Both women turned away quickly, breaking the spell that seemed to be binding them. Dorothy climbed off Glenna body and made her way into the bathroom.

They spent the rest of the day in their car, talking about baseball and America. They ignored the events of the previous evening and the early morning. They left their quarters only for meals. All too soon it was once again time for bed. Glenna was nervous about how Dorothy would sleep. "Will you be all right?" she inquired carefully. Dorothy simply nodded in response as she climbed into the lower bunk.

"You don’t seem very sure," Glenna pushed despite her need to distance herself from the intoxicating blonde. Dorothy opened her mouth to speak and then just as quickly snapped it shut.

Glenna rolled her brilliant blue eyes as she knelt down beside the lower bunk. "Move over," Glenna said in a calm voice. Dorothy quickly moved to the back of the bunk as she held the blankets up for Glenna to crawl under. Glenna snuggled under the blankets as Dorothy wrapped her arms around her. "I’ll just hold you until you fall asleep," she whispered in the darkness as her body once again responded to the small blonde’s closeness.

As she tightened her hold on Dorothy, Glenna knew that she had been fooling herself. She hadn’t climbed into the tiny bunk solely to comfort her companion; something deep inside of her needed to hold this woman. She stopped fighting with herself and allowed herself to simply enjoy the feel of Dorothy wrapped up in her arms. She sighed contently as Dorothy nuzzled closer.

She was beginning to drift off to sleep when she felt soft lips run along her neck. Her eyes flew open as her heart began to race. "We can’t," Glenna moaned as Dorothy’s tongue traced her chiseled jaw line. Despite her words, her hands slid slowly down Dorothy’s back. "We shouldn’t," she protested weakly as Dorothy’s kisses grew more insistent.

She could see Dorothy’s eyes twinkling at her in the darkness as her breath caressed Glenna’s face. The brunette parted her lips in an effort to offer one last protest when Dorothy’s soft lips brushed against her own. The warmth spread throughout her entire being as she deepened the kiss. As Dorothy parted her lips with her tongue, Glenna was helpless to stop her.

She wrapped her fingers in Dorothy’s long silken locks and pulled her closer as their tongues engaged in a sensual duel. She felt a small hand cup her breast as she explored the warmth of Dorothy’s mouth. Glenna moaned, trying to convince herself that kissing this woman would be enough for her. Glenna’s body arched as Dorothy massaged her breast in a slow torturous motion.

Glenna was gasping for air as the kiss ended. Her mind spun as Dorothy suckled her neck. She tried to tell the blonde to stop but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. Instead she found herself lifting Dorothy’s nightgown up her body. The blonde raised her body and she removed her nightgown and underwear. She tossed the garments across the room as her eyes looked down upon Glenna’s quivering form.

Glenna was so lost in the vision of beauty lying on top of her that she was barely aware that Dorothy was now undressing her. Somehow in her lustful fog, she managed to assist in the removal of her clothing. Dorothy pulled the blankets down and lay down beside Glenna. The blonde cupped Glenna’s face in her hands and reclaimed her lips.

The slow sensual kiss ignited an unfamiliar fire deep inside Glenna as she slowly ran the tips of her fingers along Dorothy’s milky white shoulders. As Dorothy continued to kiss her slowly, almost worshiping her mouth with her tongue, Glenna’s fingers gently explored the younger woman’s skin. Her fingertips tingled as she felt her lover’s skin respond to her touch.

Glenna had never before made love so slowly. In some strange fashion she seemed to have a burning need to make each touch last for an eternity. Perhaps the truth was simply that Glenna had never made love before. She didn’t allow her mind to contemplate this new discovery; she simply allowed herself to get lost in touching the beautiful woman beside her. She moaned as Dorothy’s lips left her own. She shivered as Dorothy began to slowly trace every inch of her body as well.

Neither woman spoke as they continued to trace the outline of the other’s body. Glenna’s heart pounded in her chest as her arousal grew with each passing moment. Her breathing became ragged as Dorothy cupped her firm full breasts. Emerald orbs held her in a steady gaze as Dorothy brushed her nipples with her thumbs.

Glenna felt almost virginal as her fingertips moved over the curve of Dorothy’s hips. There was a strange shyness that accompanied her movements as her fingers glided along her young lover’s body. Her wetness caressed her thighs and still she had no desire to rush the moment. She felt the heat radiating from Dorothy’s body as she moved closer to her.

Dorothy slowly traced the swell of her breast with her tongue. Glenna gasped loudly as her body trembled. She didn’t rush her lover as she circled her nipple with an agonizing slowness. Instead Glenna slid her hands along the soft silky skin of the blonde’s body. She bit down on her bottom lip as Dorothy captured her nipple in the warmth of her mouth.

Glenna pulled her lover closer as her body arched with a burning desire. "Dorothy," she whimpered softly as the blonde suckled her breast eagerly. Glenna felt her lover’s desire caressing her skin as their bodies melted together. She clung to her lover tightly as Dorothy teased her nipple with her teeth and her tongue. "Dorothy," she moaned once again as she pressed her thigh into the blonde’s wetness.

Dorothy’s head fell back as she captured Glenna’s thigh between her quivering legs. Glenna felt her lover’s thigh slip between her own trembling legs. They stared deeply into one another’s eyes as they began to sway their hips in a sensual rhythm. Glenna clasped Dorothy’s hips as the blonde wrapped arms tightly around the brunette’s body.

They ground slowly against each other as their eyes remained locked in an intense gaze. Their nipples pressed together and they began to thrust harder. They rocked wildly as they clung to each other. "Perfect," Glenna said with a soft sincerity as she felt the climax building inside of her. All she was aware of was the feel of her lover’s body meeting her own as they swayed in unison. The moment was truly perfect as they screamed out in unison, the waves of passion crashing down upon their exhausted bodies.

They were covered in a sheen of sweat as they held one another tightly. Glenna reached down and pulled the blanket up over their sated bodies. They snuggled closer, each lost in the simple pleasure of holding the other woman. Glenna could feel sleep creeping up on her. She fought off her weariness as best she could. She never wanted the moment to end. The brunette felt as if her heart had burst open as she lost herself in the pleasure of Dorothy’s body.

Finally the need for rest overwhelmed her and she held onto Dorothy even tighter, knowing that she might never be able feel this moment of bliss again. She had broken her promise and was unable to regret the transgression. She prayed that Helga would forgive her, knowing that there was a far more important promise that she would give her life to keep. She vowed silently to keep Dorothy safe.

THE END