Questions and Answers

By Mavis Applewater

yomavis@email.com

April 2003

Disclaimers: Yes, I know who they look like. Trust me it isn't them. The characters and story are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the author's permission. So there! If for any reason you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of a consensual loving sexual relationship between two adult women then do all of us a favor and do not read this story or anything else I have ever written. If for any reason it is illegal for you to view my work then you have my sympathy but you must leave now. Please feel free to come back when it is no longer a crime for you to view my work.

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

As always this is for Heather.

Part One

Andrea Dayne tugged the chatting man towards the restaurant. "Come on Rob," She groaned as she approached the hostess. "Two for Dayne," she informed the familiar woman. She was well acquainted with the woman who looked much older than she. She and Penny had attended High School together. Penny scrunched her brow and wrinkled her nose as she pretended to scan the reservation book. It was a familiar game the overweight brunette played with her each time Andrea had the misfortune of dinning at the restaurant where her former classmate was forced to work.

"Right there," Rob pointed over the sullen woman's shoulder. Penny scowled as she snatched up the menus and led them to their table. "I don't understand how that woman keeps her job." Rob muttered bitterly once they had been seated. "She is rude every time we come here."

"I know," Andrea sighed deeply as she scanned her menu.

"She really doesn't like you," Rob continued seemingly unaware of Andrea's discomfort. She looked up at the small blonde man with big brown eyes. "I heard that she has been married six times and she . . ."

"Rob," she cautioned him. "You know I hate gossip. Penny has been married twice, and from what I understand she has had a hard life. Let it go."

"How do you know her?" He eagerly inquired.

"We went to high school together," Andrea supplied with a heavy sigh knowing that her eager little friend wasn't about to let the subject drop. "Let's just order and enjoy our meal."

"Wait, she looks so much older than you." Rob pushed. "What was she like in High School?"

"Are you sure that you are straight?" Andrea chuckled at his persistence. "I swear you are a worse gossip than the queens I know. Penny ran with the popular crowd so we weren't friends. Now, it is April sixteenth and our lives just got easier so can we just relax and have a nice dinner?"

Andrea and Rob were tax attorneys and April sixteenth marked the day of the year when they could finally let their hair down and take time off. She was looking forward to having some down time so she and her lover could spend more time together. As they ordered their cocktails and meals she could see the eager look in the smaller man's eyes that informed her he wasn't going to just let the subject drop. Andrea was tired and didn't have the energy or desire to explain her dismal high school experience, and how gossip had nearly driven her over the edge.

"I can't believe that woman was popular in High School?" Rob prattled on once their cocktails arrived. "Were the two of you friends?"

"You're like a dog with a bone," Andrea groaned. "No we weren't friends. I was a shy quiet bookworm, the type the popular kids stuffed into a locker. I didn't have very many friends since I wore glasses, kept to myself, and realized at a young age that I liked girls. Happy now?"

"So why is she always so surly to you?" Rob pressed.

"Fine," Andrea grumbled realizing that she would have to tell him the whole sordid story. "It all started with the alphabet."

"Beg pardon?" He asked in an eager tone.

"I'm going to need another drink if I'm going to tell you this story." Andrea sighed as she waved the waiter over and ordered another round of cocktails.

Part Two

In a sense everything that happened to Andrea was because of the alphabet. Since her very first day of school she was seated behind Devon Dawson who was always seated next to her cousin Erin Everson. Devon Dawson was tall with long dark hair, and the most amazing blue eyes Andrea had ever seen. Andrea was almost always seated next to Penny Fuller was an arrogant little snob who liked to make nasty comments about anyone who didn't travel in her little circle. During Junior High Penny started referring to Andrea as the four eyed little queer. The nasty comment hurt the small blonde deeply. It was harder to deal with after Andrea realized that she was attracted to girls and not boys. Even though Devon and Erin had been polite to Andrea back in grade school it was made clear that they would never be friends. At recess Devon, Erin, Penny and the rest of the kids from the Hill, which was the affluent part of town, hung together. Andrea, on the other hand, spent her time lurking in the shadows.

As the years passed and the small blonde's sexuality began to blossom being seated directly behind the beautiful girl became sheer torture for her. Andrea retreated deeper into her shyness as she watched Devon blossom into a confident young woman who was constantly surrounded by the best and the brightest. Then things took a strange turn for the small blonde, and once again, it was the alphabet that set things in motion.

Andrea's father, who was a good man, insisted that during her senior year she attend the class ski trip to the White Mountains. Dirk Dayne worked night and day at his small garage in an effort to support his three children whom he had been raising by himself since his wife died suddenly from breast cancer. He tried to be there for his children, but he needed to work constantly to keep ahead of the constant bills that plagued his small family.

Andrea's shyness worried him deeply. So he thought that the trip might just be the push she needed to finally make friends. Andrea foolishly believed that just maybe her father was right. It started on the bus when she had no one to sit with. Things got worse when they were given their room assignments. Every one had to share a room with one other person, which was very nice since on previous trips there were up to five girls in one room.

The roommates were, of course, assigned alphabetically. Andrea almost broke out in hives when she discovered she would be spending the next three nights alone with Devon Dawson. Andrea spent the day out on the slopes once again by herself since most everyone else teamed up with their friends and boyfriends. She tried to enjoy the slopes, but since most everyone else spent a lot more time learning to ski, she was lacking the skill to keep up with anyone.

By the time she was certain there was more snow covering her body than the mountain, Andrea was ready to walk down the steep slope and hide at the lodge. "Hey?" A deep sultry tone that always sent a shiver down her spine addressed her as she once again pulled herself up from a pile of snow. Despite the cold wind of the mountain Andrea broke out in a sweat when she looked up and found Devon looking down at her with a brilliant smile.

"Hey." Andrea managed to stammer out as Devon held out her hand for her.

The small blonde was amazed at the taller girl's strength as the brunette pulled back up onto her skis. "I'm not very good at this." Andrea meekly confessed.

"Don't worry," Devon reassured her. "I can help you."

Andrea was stunned by the offer as she teetered slightly on her skis. Devon lifted her goggles and gave the small blonde a curious look. "Thank you." Andrea accepted before Devon swooshed away and rejoined her friends.

Devon was a patient instructor and Andrea fell even harder for the tall brunette who had been making her heart swell since she was fifteen years old. At times the small blonde found it hard to concentrate on what Devon was telling her, as she became caught up in the sound of the brunette's voice and her gentle touch. It was the best day of Andrea's young life until it was time to leave the mountain and go back to the lodge.

She quickly thanked Devon for her help as they stepped onto the bus. Devon smiled as she patted the blonde's arm. Then she climbed onto the bus and rejoined her friends while Andrea sat by herself. That night at dinner as she watched Devon laughing with her close circle of friends she heard Penny teasing Devon. "What were you doing with the freak?" Penny sneered.

"Stop it Penny." Devon cautioned the obnoxious girl.

"What?" Penny was flabbergasted by the brunette's outburst. "Doing charity work now? What a waste spending the whole day with the little queer."

"Shut up Penny!" Devon and Erin shouted in unison.

Penny continued her tirade regarding Andrea's shortcomings. The blonde stared down at her plate as she felt everyone looking at her. She pretended that she hadn't heard Penny's hurtful words as she played with her food. It wasn't a new experience for the small blonde. She did feel some sense of joy at the way Devon had objected to Penny's words.

After dinner Andrea quickly retreated to her bedroom while the others sat by the fire chatting. As she read a book she tried to pretend that she couldn't hear Penny's voice as the brunette complained about anyone and everyone. The laughter was still in full swing when Devon shyly entered their room. Andrea felt her breathing catch as she saw the tall brunette in her faded jeans and dark blue sweater that brought out the color of her eyes.

Then her body began to hum as she watched Devon pull the sweater over her head. She was in a panic as the other girl began to undress. Fearfully she forced herself to remove her gaze from Devon's body and stared blankly at the book that was in her lap. Penny's voice still echoed in the room. "Jeez she is such a loud mouth," Devon grumbled. "And an asshole."

"But she is your friend." Andrea mumbled as she kept her emerald eyes fixed on the pages of her book.

"Kind of," Devon grunted as Andrea fought against the urge to look up and catch a peek at the brunette's body. "I hate the way she is always putting everyone down."

Andrea blinked in surprise as she looked up. The blonde released a sigh of relief when she discovered that Devon had changed into a long t-shirt and was sitting on her bed. Her relief was short lived when her eyes drifted to the brunette's long legs. In an effort to blur the lovely vision Andrea removed her glasses and closed her book. The blonde was unsteady as she stood and was still granted a view of Devon's inviting body.

"Are you alright?" Devon asked with concern her voice once again sending a delightful tremble down the blonde's spine.

"Just a little sore," she lied as she felt the blood rushing through her body until it settled in a decidedly southern region of her young body.

"Do you want me to loosen you up?" Devon asked in a surprisingly shy tone. Andrea swallowed hard as she tried to understand what Devon was offering her. "I could give you a back rub?" Devon quickly explained as she stood.

Andrea was unable to speak or move as her eyes wandered up the brunette's body until she was staring at the way Devon's nipples were pressing against the thin material of her shirt. Andrea swayed slightly as images of Devon's hands gliding along her body filled her overactive mind. Suddenly she jerked her gaze away fearful that Devon would catch her ogling her. If the brunette ever discovered what she was thinking, Andrea was quite certain that her life would be over.

Her skin was tingling as she felt Devon's trembling hand on her arm. Andrea's body was in turmoil as she felt her stomach clench as the strangest sensations rushed through her. "Just lie down on your bed," Devon suggested in a soft voice as her fingers gently rubbed against the blonde's arm. Andrea felt helpless as she nodded in agreement and sat down on the small bed.

Andrea inhaled sharply as she felt Devon's hand on her shoulder gently guiding her down onto the mattress. The blonde couldn't look at the brunette as Devon instructed her to roll over onto her stomach. Andrea was thankful that her blushing face was now buried in her pillow as she felt the mattress dip as Devon climbed onto the bed. She bit back a moan when she felt Devon's thigh brushing against her skin.

Andrea shuddered when she felt Devon's hands caressing her shoulders. She squeezed her eyes shut as Devon's long silky hair brushed against her cheek. "Just relax," Devon softly offered in a pleading tone as her strong fingers began to work out the knots between Andrea's shoulder blades. Her body trembled as she felt the weight of Devon's body pressing against her own.

Andrea's body grew tense as Devon's touch drifted down her back. She couldn't relax as her body responded to the brunette's touch. Her nipples became hard and her clit began pounding in a steady needy rhythm. She tried to clench her thighs in an effort to cease the urgent throbbing. She was filled with panic as Devon's hands moved lower and the brunette's knee pressed against her trembling thighs.

Her body was filled with desire and her heart was filled with fear when she felt Devon's knee parting her thighs. She wanted to pull away knowing that Devon would soon feel the pool of desire that had poured from her body. She closed her eyes tightly when Devon began to lift the hem of her t-shirt. She gasped as Devon lifted her shirt slightly and the taller woman's body pressed just a little closer to her own.

Andrea's mind was screaming for her to end her torture before it was too late and Devon discovered just how her body was reacting. "Andie?" Devon began in a shaky tone as the blonde clutched her pillow tightly to her face. "You'll . . . Might feel better . . . I mean it would be easier if you took off your shirt."

Andrea bit down on her bottom lip as she lifted her body slightly. She blinked her eyes open as she lifted herself to her knees. She was thankful that Devon couldn't see her face and her movement caused the brunette to pull away from her slightly. Once again her relief was short lived as she felt Devon's hands assisting her with the removal of her t-shirt. Andrea was struggling to breathe after they removed her t-shirt. She swallowed hard as she tried to steady her breathing and resume her earlier position.

Devon's body brushed against her back and Andrea felt the cotton of her shirt and hardened nipples grazing against the skin of her naked back. She kept her back to the brunette, as they remained kneeling on the small bed. Andrea decided to just lie back down so that Devon could finish the massage and her torment would be over. She wasn't prepared for the feel of Devon's fingers sweeping her hair away from the back of her neck.

Devon's touch seemed to linger as she brushed Andrea's hair over one of her shoulders. Andrea felt a jolt of excitement as their fingers brushed and Andrea accepted her hair. In a panic Andrea moved her body quickly so she could lie back down on the bed. Her movement caused her hips to press against Devon's thigh. She moaned when the brunette's firm thigh accidentally slipped between the blonde's legs. Her jaw dropped in horror as she realized that Devon could feel her wetness.

Andrea's arms flew out as she covered her chest in embarrassment. Her lips quivered as she prepared herself for Devon's anger and disgust. She was ready to cry as her shame filled her while they remained frozen in place. She was completely unprepared for the warm breath caressing her shoulder as Devon's hands circled her waist. Andrea felt her world spinning as Devon's hands caressed her abdomen.

Andrea couldn't control her body as she leaned into Devon's touch. The brunette kissed Andrea's shoulder before she guided the blonde back down on the mattress. Andrea placed her hands above her head as her mind tried to understand what was happening. Her mind went blank as Devon's hands began to knead and caress her back. This time the blonde allowed her body to respond to Devon's touch.

She stifled another moan as she felt Devon shift her body until she was straddling the blonde's hips. Andrea's eyes fluttered shut as Devon's fingers explored her naked back and the sides of her small body. Her breathing became labored when Devon's hands drifted dangerously close to the swell of her breasts. She licked her lips, as Devon's touching grew bolder. Andrea whimpered when Devon shifted her body and the brunette's hips swayed against her ass.

The blonde's embarrassment returned as her hips jerked up slightly. Her body betrayed her by pressing against Devon's. Her embarrassment faded when she heard the soft moan escaping from Devon. Her heart was pounding as Devon's hips once again swayed against her. She heard Devon's breathing becoming ragged as her fingers trembled against Andrea's skin.

Andrea opened her eyes as she felt Devon's hands drifting lower until she was caressing the small of the blonde's back. Their young bodies continued to sway as Devon's thighs tightened against Andrea's hips. Andrea couldn't resist arching her hips in response to Devon's thrusting. She could feel her wetness pouring from her as Devon's body moved against hers.

Somewhere in the back of her mind Andrea knew she should stop what was happening, but her body took control as she lifted herself up so that she was on her hands and knees. Devon's hair tickled her back as the brunette's hands caressed the blonde's ass. Andrea shuddered when she felt Devon kissing her shoulders and back. She fought against crying out when she felt the brunette's tongue tracing her spine.

Andrea was a mass of confusion as she realized that the most popular girl in school was kissing her way down her half naked body. She looked over her shoulder and gasped as she found Devon's electric blue eyes lustfully gazing back at her. Andrea stopped thinking and rolled onto her back exposing her breasts to Devon's smoky gaze. The brunette's body hovered above her as Andrea found the courage to reach out and clasp the hem of Devon's shirt.

Her heart filled with fear once again when Devon pulled away. Her fear was quickly quieted when Devon removed her shirt and nestled her body next to Andrea's. The blonde felt another jolt of pleasure as their nipples brushed against one another. She wrapped her arms around Devon's waist and placed a shy kiss on the brunette's warm inviting lips. Their bodies wrapped around one another with their panties being the only thing separating them as they began to kiss.

Andrea trembled as Devon's hands roamed along her body. She wrapped her fingers in the brunette's hair as they parted their lips. The kisses deepened, as they pressed closer together. Andrea gasped as she felt Devon's desire on her skin. Andrea kissed the brunette passionately as she felt Devon cupping her breasts. Her body arched as the kiss came to an end and Devon teased her nipples. She rocked her body against Devon's thigh while the brunette mirrored her actions.

They stifled the sounds of pleasure as their bodies took over. Andrea kissed her way down Devon's neck until she was guiding the taller girl onto her back. She straddled Devon's thigh as she captured the brunette's breast in her mouth. She moaned against her lover's skin as she felt her panties being lowered to her hips. She suckled Devon's breast harder as she slipped her tiny hand between their bodies. She was nervous as she ran her fingers along the elastic waistband of the brunette's underwear. Her lover's fingers dipped into her wetness. Andrea pressed her mound against her lover's hand as she lifted her body so that she could look into Devon's eyes.

Devon's fingers glided along her slick folds while Andrea lowered the brunette's panties. They couldn't stop the way their hips began to thrust as they stroked one another. Andrea couldn't believe how good it felt to feel Devon's clit pulsating between her fingers. Soon they were kissing again as they teased one another. The small room was filled with the sounds of the twin bed creaking beneath them and the musky aroma of desire.

"Please," Devon whispered hotly in Andrea's ear as the blonde pressed her fingers against the warm wet opening of the brunette's center. "Andie, I need you." The brunette pleaded as her own fingers slipped inside of the blonde. Andrea winced slightly as she gave her innocence away. Soon the pain slipped away as she felt her lover filling her. Andrea entered her lover's passion. Each of them began to move against the other's tender touch.

Andrea covered her lover's body as they pleasured one another. They began to thrust wildly against the other's hand as the desire consumed them. Andrea fought against the overwhelming feeling as she took her lover harder. She felt the walls tightening around her fingers as her own body convulsed. Needing to cry out they masked their ecstasy in a deep probing kiss.

They clung to one another tightly as they trembled against one another. Andrea didn't stop to think that she had just lost her virginity to a girl she had barely spoken to in the twelve years they hand known one another. She was far too busy lifting her body up as Devon slipped her panties off of her body. She watched as Devon kissed and tasted her way up her legs until the brunette's body was nestled between her thighs.

Andrea draped her legs over her young lover's broad shoulders as the brunette parted her. Andrea had no idea what Devon was planning on doing as she ran her tongue along the inside of the blonde's quivering thighs. Andrea's body lifted up off of the bed when she felt Devon's flattened tongue gliding along her sex. She gave herself over as the brunette began to feast upon her. Andrea gripped the blankets on the bed as she pressed her body against Devon's touch.

Andrea's ears were ringing as Devon suckled her clit into her mouth and her fingers filled her completely. The only conscious thought the blonde could process was how incredibly good what Devon was doing felt, and how much she wanted to reciprocate. Andrea was certain that she lost all control as the world exploded. Devon continued to pleasure her until she was forced to push the brunette away. "Can't," Andrea panted as she pulled Devon up into her arms. "You feel so good." Andrea murmured as they held one another and caressed each other.

Soon the light touches grew and Andrea was licking her way down Devon's long lean body. The blonde thought that the feel of Devon tasting her was the most amazing experience in the world, until she was feasting upon the brunette's desire and Devon's body exploded against her. The morning was a rude awakening after they made love until the sun was up.

The realization hung between them and suddenly the room was filled with awkwardness. Devon shyly retreated back to the company of her friends for the rest of the day. Andrea retreated back into her solitude. That night they felt uneasy around one another as they climbed into their own beds. Devon released a heavy sigh that broke the blonde's resolve to just forget about what happened the night before.

It took all the courage she possessed to climb out of her bed and sit down on Devon's. She was about to suggest that they talk about what had happened when they began to kiss and soon were making love once again. Sadly for the confused blonde the next day was a repeat of the day before. Penny's constant badgering of Devon for having to endure sharing space with Andrea worked the blonde's nerves. What hurt the most was the way Devon quietly allowed Penny to do it.

That night Devon came into the room they were sharing and into Andrea's bed. Andrea never knew where the courage or strength she felt at that moment had come from, but she pushed Devon from her bed. "You've gotten everything you are ever going to get from me," she hissed. "I'm good enough to screw but not have breakfast with?" Devon looked ashamed as Andrea stormed out of the room. The blonde hid in the main room of the lodge and sat up all night crying. Penny was full of comments on the ride home. Devon looked miserable as she sat there as Penny talked about what a freak Andrea was. The only voice that objected was Erin's.

The only positive thing to come out of the ski trip was Andrea suddenly felt a sense of herself. The blonde's confidence grew, and she managed to block out Devon's apologetic glances, and Penny's mean spirited comments. Things changed once again when the year was coming to an end.

Andrea had tutored Marshal Timmons in math. He wasn't the brightest bulb and he was part of the Hill crowd, yet somehow Andrea endured teaching the boy. Marshal paid her back by spreading a rumor that Andrea had done more than explain geometry to him. Suddenly it was all over school that Andrea was easy. More and more of the boys claimed to know her in an intimate manner. Penny's comments went from calling her a queer to a whore.

Devon's apologetic looks turned to a cold stare. For the last few months she would have to endure in her hometown Andrea had to endure being called a tramp, and facing Devon's hurtful looks every morning in homeroom. Andrea was at the breaking point. She couldn't eat or sleep. All she did was hide from the world and the snickering.

Early one day she felt sick as she passed by a block of lockers where the kids from the hill were gathered. "Here comes the slut." Penny shouted out as Andrea tried to pass unnoticed. Everyone snickered except for Devon who yanked her locker open, and Erin who scowled at Penny.

Andrea clutched her books to her chest as she felt the bile rising in her throat.

"I don't know what you are bragging about Marshal," Stuart exclaimed proudly. "I had her on the ski trip."

It was more than the blonde could stand. She threw her books to the floor and was about to tell each and every one of them off, when her tirade was cut off as Devon kneed Stuart in a very sensitive area. "You lying piss ant," she screamed much to everyone's surprise. "None of you ever touched Andie. You started this." She bellowed at Marshal who was trying to help Stuart to his feet.

He gasped as she grabbed him around the throat and shoved his head in her locker and the door on him. "Devon?" Penny exclaimed. "What is wrong with you?"

"You," Devon fumed as Andrea watched in amazement. "Penny, you are twisted. You get a sick thrill out of putting everyone down and spreading gossip. Frankly I'm sick of it. Now tell the truth!" She screamed at Marshal as she slammed his head back into the locker.

"Stop!" Andrea screamed stunning everyone. "I know it isn't true. What you assholes think isn't important."

"Good for you." Erin cheered her on.

"Lying little slut." Penny scoffed.

"You want a space in my locker too," Devon, threatened her. "It isn't true. Neither one of these low lives touched Andie."

"And how do you know?" Penny challenged her.

"Don't." Erin and Andrea cautioned the angry brunette in unison.

Andrea would have loved shouting from the rooftops that she and Devon made love. But being the class slut was hard enough to endure; being outed could prove to be dangerous. "I just know," Devon offered as she finally released her grip on Marshal. "Andie is a lady."

"Miss Dawson, a moment of your time?" Mr. Hayden's, the Vice Principal voice broke through the surrealistic scene.

"Serves her right?" Penny snickered as Devon followed the man to his office. "Where does she get off?"

"Shut up Penny," Erin shouted as she shoved Marshal to the floor. "You lied didn't you?"

"Yes." The boy squeaked.

"See," Erin announced before she crossed the hall and began to help Andrea gather up her books. "Come on we'll be late for class." She offered.

Andrea was stunned when Erin and several others walked with her leaving a very stunned Penny alone with the two wounded boys. "My cousin really does care for you." Erin whispered discreetly to the bewildered blonde.

At the end of the day Andrea was anxious to get away from the school. Suddenly her life was different now that everyone knew she hadn't been sleeping around, and suddenly almost every one was being nice to her. "Hey, Andrea?" Erin called out to her as the blonde was trying to make her escape.

"Hi Erin." She responded shyly as the redhead raced over to her.

"Some day huh?" Erin chuckled.

"No offense, but I'm tired of all this," Andrea groaned. "What has Penny got against me? I know she was the one who spread most of the rumors about me."

"She's a bitch," Erin responded dryly. "And you never fought back; it made you an easy target. Devon has been sick about all this. And she feels really badly."

"She should." Andrea hissed as she walked away.

"It isn't what you think," Erin quickly asserted as she followed after the angry little blonde. "I know about everything."

"What?" Andrea stammered fearfully.

"The ski trip," Erin supplied. "She didn't blow you off because of you. She was afraid that someone might find out about her. I told her off for treating you like that. Truth is she was just scared."

"I can tell her myself," Devon's voice cut through them.

Andrea turned to find the tall brunette standing behind them. "Then tell her," Erin chastised her cousin. "You've waited far too long."

"Go," Devon fumed at her cousin who quickly left the two of them alone. "I'm sorry for everything."

Andrea just looked up at the brunette in confusion. "I don't understand any of this," she finally confessed. "Why did you treat me that way, and why are you suddenly defending my honor?"

"I've had a crush on you for years," Devon shyly confessed as she looked at her shoes. "I panicked after we made love. But I couldn't stay away either until you pushed me away. Then I heard the rumors and it just tore me up thinking that I was just a fling. When Stuart said what he did about the ski trip I just lost it."

"So you believed the lies?" Andrea asked in horror.

"Not at first," Devon muttered shamefully. "Then more and more guys kept saying it. The thing about the ski trip hurt the most because it was my first time."

"Mine too." Andrea informed her.

Part Three

"That is amazing!" Rob exclaimed as Andrea finished her story. "So the two of you got back together?"

"No," Andrea laughed. "This is real life not a Lifetime movie. We became friends and lost touch when we went to different colleges."

"Wait, I don't understand?" Rob stammered. "Then when . . .?"

"Hi honey, sorry I'm late." Her lover apologized as she approached the table.

"No problem Darling," Andrea said with a smile. "You can join us for dessert."

Andrea smiled up at her lover who kissed her on the cheek before taking a seat. "So just what doesn't Rob understand?" Devon asked as she motioned for the waiter.

"I was just explaining why Penny and I don't get along." Andrea offered with a smirk.

"She's an asshole," Devon shrugged. "What's to understand?"

"I was also telling him how we met." Andrea chuckled as she took Devon by the hand.

"We met in the first grade," Devon added in confusion. "Not very exciting but thank goodness our names are so close together."

"Did you really beat some guy up in high school because he said nasty things about Andrea?" Rob gushed.

"Yes," Devon laughed. "I also broke her heart first or didn't you tell him that part?"

"I did." Andrea laughed.

"Then how did you get back together?" Rob pleaded.

"Oh that is another long saga," Andrea teased him. "Maybe Devon will tell you that one over dessert?"

The End

Asked and Answered

(Questions And Answers Part Two)

By Mavis Applewater

June 2003

Disclaimers: The characters and story are the sole possession of the author and may not be reproduced, posted or sold without the author’s permission. So there! If for any reason real or imagined you are uncomfortable with graphic descriptions of two consenting adult women 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 you have my sympathy but please do not read this until it is no longer a crime. This is a member’s choice story, so if you want to understand what the heck is going on I would humbly suggestion that you read part one.

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

As always this is for Heather.

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Devon moaned with delight as she and her lover shared a slice of ‘death by chocolate’ while a pair of very angry brown eyes bore into her. Devon sighed happily as she placed her fork down and slowly wiped her lips with her napkin. She glanced over at the agitated man who was sitting across from her. "Look, it’s Cher!" She exclaimed as she pointed over his shoulder.

Her lover chuckled as the small blonde man spun around. Devon joined in on the laughter when Rob turned back to her sporting a scowl. "I swear you are the gayest straight boy I’ve ever met," she laughed as Andrea chuckled once again. "So you wanted to know something?"

"Yes," Rob fumed as Devon stared calmly over at him challenging him with her electric blue eyes. "What happened?"

"I don’t know if I want to tell you," Devon taunted him just a little more. "I mean it is kind of personal."

"I already know that you lost your virginity to Andrea on the class ski trip," Rob supplied.

"My we did have an informative discussion," Devon addressed her lover.

"Not as informative as it could have been," Andrea responded in a sultry tone as she ran her foot up along the back of Devon’s calf. The brunette couldn’t suppress the moan that escaped as she felt her body erupting in a rash of goose bumps.

"Knock it off," Rob scolded them. "I’m waiting," He demanded as Devon cast another challenging glare over at him. "Please?"

"Fine," Devon conceded with a shiver as she held up her hand. "Just stop whining. Tell me what Andie has already told you?"

"The two of you got together for the first time on a ski trip senior year," Rob began in a hurried tone. "You turned out to be a total jerk. Then Penny the bitch spread a rumor that Andrea was a ‘ho. You kneed some guy in the nuts and shoved another one into a locker. Erin tried to help. You said you were sorry and then you ended up being friends."

"That about sums it up," Devon nodded as she smiled over at her lover who was enjoying watching the show. "Not much to tell after that."

"Don’t make me have you audited. I have peeps who work for the IRS," Rob threatened as Devon smiled coolly back at him.

"So does my lover," Devon purred confidently. "And she’s your boss isn’t she?"

"Oops," Rob grimaced suddenly fearful that he may have over stepped his bounds. "How about a good old fashioned bribe?"

"Now that works," Devon responded with a cocky smirk. "What’ cha have in mind sailor?"

"I’ll pick up the tab," He meekly offered as Devon continued to stare at him. "And I’ll throw in another bottle of that expensive wine you like."

"It all started after the both us finished college," Devon merrily began as Rob leaned in and hung on her every word. It had actually started the day Devon had beat up Marshall and Stuart. But Devon didn’t feel the need to share the few hot and heavy sessions the couple had shared in the back seat of Devon’s car. Andie had learned a great deal from the whole ski trip fiasco. One of the things she had learned was to value who she was and moved on. By the time they moved away to begin college Devon was still struggling with who she was.

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By the time Devon received her degree from Dartmouth she knew who she was and was proud. The only thing she was struggling with besides the way her parents completely freaked out that after four long years in college she was completely clueless as to what she wanted to do with her life; a concept that troubled her parents a great deal more than her sexuality.

Devon finally came to a decision, to backpack around Europe. She still could recall the stunned look on her parent’s faces when she told them. "You can’t be serious?" Her father shouted. "No one backpacks around Europe anymore."

"Well no," Devon conceded. "There is the rail and hostels."

"By yourself?" Her mother blanched.

"Yeah," Devon shrugged as if traveling alone from continent to continent was no big deal. "All of my so called friends have already gone."

"Via the Four Seasons," Her father bristled.

"Besides no is really talking to me anymore except Erin," Devon argued. "After I came out they all dropped my like a bad habit," She watched as both of her parents stiffened. "Right," She hissed. "Another subject that is off limits. I’m only allowed to talk about Grad School or getting a job."

"I don’t understand you," Her father said absently. "You act like those things don’t matter. I know you grew up never wanting for anything but we’re not the Rockefeller’s. Someday you are going to have to work for a living."

"I know," Devon agreed with a heavy sigh. "What I don’t know is what I want to do. This is just a vacation before I have to settle down. And I’m not asking for your permission or money."

"Fine," Her father finally gave in. "How long?"

"I don’t know," Devon threw out casually.

"Are you trying to make my head explode?" Her father asked in utter bewilderment.

After everything was said and done Devon agreed to work for the rest of the summer and go to Europe on her own dime in the fall. With her backpack and passport in hand she boarded the commuter rail that would take her from the suburb she grew up in to Boston. When she boarded the train she felt her stomach flip in the most unnatural manner as she spied the only reason she would consider staying home. "Hey," She greeted Andie with a smile as she took the seat next to her.

"Devon?" Andrea greeted her with a brilliant smile of her own. Devon’s heart was racing as she shoved her pack under the seat. Andie had changed in some very good ways. Her hair was short, her glasses were gone and she had this aura about her that Devon found positively captivating. "Where are you heading?"

"Europe," Devon boasted. "By way of Logan Airport."

"Wow," Andrea complimented her. "For how long?"

"Don’t know," Devon shrugged as she allowed her eyes to linger on Andrea’s well-toned body.

"Sounds like a real adventure," Andrea responded brightly.

"So what about you?" Devon asked sliding slightly closer to the blonde.

"School," Andrea offered casually. "Law school," She clarified as Devon blinked with surprise.

"Oh?" Devon stammered feeling some of the wind escaping her sails. "That’s great. I’d always known you’d do something big. So, do you know what field?"

"Taxes," Andrea chuckled as Devon grimaced. "Say what you will, but I find it fascinating plus I’ve seen what the IRS can do to people. They’re worse than the mob. I just want to keep people from getting screwed."

"You will," Devon reassured her unable to keep the pride out of her voice. "I didn’t think it was the money. You’re above that."

"Thank you," Andrea nodded gratefully. "I just wish Sharon would see it that way. She thinks of it as a ticket to the good life. She’s a little jaded."

"Sharon?" Devon questioned with a slight scowl.

"My girlfriend," Andrea shyly explained.

"Oh," Devon sighed. ‘Of course she has a girlfriend. Andie is far too special to be alone.’ She mentally berated herself.

"How about you?" Andrea offered the shyness growing as she spoke. "Is there some one waiting for you over seas?"

"No," Devon grunted. Andie had just stumbled onto the one thing no one else had thought of, she was going to Europe because she had been hurt. Two weeks before graduation Devon’s lover handed her walking papers and ripped her heart out. "There was," Devon added as she felt Andie watching her. "She wasn’t who I thought she was."

"Her loss," Andrea stated with a hint of anger.

"Thanks," Devon responded feeling suddenly guilty over the way she had treated Andie. It wasn’t the first time she found herself wondering if she had just accepted her feelings for the blonde things might have turned out differently for the both of them.

They chatted for the rest of the train trip into Boston. Devon felt at ease with her old flame. When they reached the airport each of them promised to write, knowing that they wouldn’t. They hugged quickly before heading off in opposite directions.

Nineteen months later Devon returned home after her money finally ran out. So with her pockets empty and a degree she really couldn’t utilize, she returned to the United States a little older and a little wiser. She thought about Grad school but the nagging question of what to study kept her at bay. She could continue with art history but that would only lead her to teaching. Something she was not certain she was capable of. She did the only thing she could think of she moved back in with her parents.

Living with her parents wasn’t a bad deal since her old bedroom was bigger than most of her friend’s apartments and possessed more amenities. Mililani prepared the family cook her meals whenever she chose to eat, and she could swim every morning in the heated pool. Still living with her parents at the advanced age of twenty-four was stifling especially since they did not approve of her lifestyle.

As time passed Devon was beginning to feel that her parents were displeased whenever they looked at her and her younger brother John who had just squeaked by to get a degree from a mediocre college. She understood her parent’s awkward glances. They had worked hard to make a home for them, to raise them properly, send them to college, and now when they should be enjoying their solitude it appeared that their off spring were never going to move out.

Unlike John whom seemed more than a little content to living with his parents forever Devon was eager to strike out on her own. Devon had always enjoyed her kid brother’s quick mind and easygoing nature. Now she was worried that perhaps John’s laid-back attitude was a mask for his inert laziness. John seemed to be under the misguided impression that even though he was now an adult his parents owed him something. One afternoon after she had spent the day in Boston job hunting she looked at her brother lounging by the pool just as he did every afternoon. "He is never going to move out," She noted with a sudden understanding.

"My thoughts exactly," Her mother grumbled from behind her.

Devon spun around surprised by her mother’s uncharacteristic assessment of her youngest child. "Sorry I didn’t hear you Mom," Devon choked out as she caught the grim look on her mother’s face. Marion Dawson’s face quickly changed into the same smile that Devon was accustomed to seeing. "Mom, don’t take this the wrong way," Devon began as she linked her arm in her mother’s and guided her towards the library. "But I am trying to get out of here as quickly as I can."

"I know dear," Marion laughed as she gave her oldest child’s arm a gentle pat. "And I understand that you wanting to leave isn’t because you don’t love us. You just need to spread your wings. It is only natural."

A few days later Devon returned from another job interview exhausted and feeling defeated. She checked her watch knowing that she was going to have to hurry if she was going to meet Erin on time. She showered quickly and changed into a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt.

"Hey brat," She greeted John as she stepped into the foyer. Her brother was looking as he always did, clad in a bathing suit looking as if he had just woken up with a nasty hang over. Devon’s lips formed a slight scowl as she realized that he probably had just woken up and was once again sporting a nasty hang over. "So what are you up to today?" She inquired hoping that he actually had plans other than lounging by the pool until it was time to eat and then staying out with his friends until dawn.

"Not much," He answered with an uncaring shrug.

"I haven’t seen your car in the garage for a couple of days is everything alright with it?" She asked referring to the BMW their parents had given him as a gift when he barely managed to earn his High School diploma.

"It is in the shop," He grumbled as he ran his fingers through his unruly locks.

"What’s wrong with it?" Devon asked with concern. "Maybe you should have taken it to Dayne’s instead of the dealership."

"I did take it to Dayne’s," John fumed. "They took forever to fix it and now they are trying to screw me on the bill. I’m going to have to ask Dad for the money. I really should unload that old clunker and get something more reliable."

"That doesn’t sound like Mr. Dayne," Devon mumbled as she wondered if by buying a new car John meant their parents should buy him a new car. "Look I’ll I’m having dinner with Erin at Cilantros I’ll stop at the garage and see what I can do," She offered as she started to head back up to her bedroom so she could grab her check book. "Oh and John a four year old BMW is hardly a clunker," She added with a disappointed snarl.

When Devon arrived at Dayne’s Garage & Auto Body shop she wasn’t prepared for what would happen next. She was having a hard time believing that Mr. Dayne would intentionally pad a bill. Most of the dealerships in the area contracted out to him plus almost everyone in town gave him their business since he was quick, good and most of all honest.

"Hello Mr. Dayne," she greeted the stocky bow legged man whose eyes were like his daughters.

"Well if it isn’t little Devon Dawson," He greeted her in his usual friendly manner.

"Not so little anymore, Sir," Devon chuckled as she nervously shoved her hands in the front pockets of her jeans. She always felt just a little uncomfortable around the friendly older gentleman after she had slept with his daughter. She sensed that the kindly Mr. Dayne, who was a retired Marine, might not react very well if he knew what she and Andie would do in the backseat of the car he use to tune up. That and after he found out what Marshall and Stuart had said about Andrea he scared the both of them so badly they peed themselves.

"I’m here about John’s car," She said with a slight stammer.

"Good to hear," He blew out with relief. "I was beginning to worry after he . . , well his vocabulary left a lot to be desired. Let’s step into the office and I’ll get the invoice."

Devon nodded in agreement as Mr. Dayne escorted her into his office. She was beginning to wonder if her younger brother was turning into a major piss ant as she took a seat in the comfortable office. As Mr. Dayne played with the computer she looked around the office smiling at all of the pictures of Andrea and her brothers’ scattered across the walls. "Sorry this is taking so long Miss Dawson," the older man apologized as he kept banging on the keys to the computer. "The computer was Andrea’s idea. She’s the only one who can make it work right. I tell you I’m as proud as I can be that she is doing so well for herself, but I sure miss her around here. I can’t find a dang thing since she started law school."

"Can I help?" Devon offered eager to settle John’s debt and enjoy dinner with her cousin.

"I’d be grateful,’ he sighed as he slid his chair back and let her take over. "You kids make it look so easy."

"Just like the way you can fix a carburetor blind folded," Devon teased him as she pulled up the invoice. "Whoa! Mr. Dayne I don’t mean any offense but this is awfully high," Devon exclaimed as she scrolled down the invoice that included some very major repairs and extensive bodywork. "I just saw his car a few days ago and it didn’t need any of this."

"Not before he parked it in that stone wall out by Miller’s Grove," Mr. Dayne explained.

"He what?" Devon bellowed.

"Yup," Mr. Dayne confirmed as he reached behind him and extracted a file from the cabinet. "I got the call just after three in the morning to come out and tow him. I took some Polaroid’s just in case he needed it for the insurance."

"That little idiot," Devon grumbled. She was well aware of the fact that Mr. Dayne could be very discreet when it came to a late night tow for the town’s youth. Basically he could tow you and fix your car before the police ever got wind of what had happened. The only thing he wouldn’t do was cover up anything, and he would call the police if anyone was injured. Devon never suspected that her little brother would be one of the callous idiots she looked down upon. Devon was horrified when she looked at the pictures. "He’s lucky he didn’t hurt anyone," She muttered bitterly. "Was he drinking?"

"Nope," Mr. Dayne hesitantly responded as he quickly diverted his gaze.

"Smoking something?" Devon hissed.

"Yup," Mr. Dayne confirmed as he stroked his whisker covered chin.

"Well the good news is that I don’t have nearly enough in my checking account to cover this," Devon explained as she typed in some information.

"How is that good news?" He asked.

"I have to put it on my Amex," Devon responded with a cocky smirk as she typed in her credit card information.

"Ah," He chuckled. "Your parents get the bill don’t they?"

"Yes sir," Devon laughed wickedly knowing that her little brother was going to have some serious explaining to do. "There you go. I typed in all the information. You just need to run it through the credit card machine and it should be all set."

She handed him her platinum card and waited for it to be approved. "How are you doing these days?" He politely inquired.

"Job hunting mostly," She sighed deeply.

"What kind of work are you looking for?" He casually inquired.

"Right now anything that will help me stop sponging off my parents," Devon groaned.

"All set," He informed her as he handed her back her card. "Ever thought about working in an office?"

"Of course but I don’t really have secretarial skills," Devon curiously responded.

By the time Devon met her cousin for dinner she had a bounce in her step and a new job.

"So you are going to run the office at the garage?" Erin asked for the third time.

"I know it is going to set the gossip mongers off," Devon conceded. "And my father will hate it. But I can’t work at the family business. If I go to work there I’ll end up staying forever."

"Hey I work there," Erin teased her.

"Yes, but you happen to like working for our parents," Devon explained. "You want to end up running the company. Not me. This is just temporary until I find out what it is I want to be doing."

"Plus you get all the inside info on your old flame," Erin teased her with a wink.

"That isn’t why I took the job," Devon argued knowing that the thought had crossed her mind.

"How did John take the news about the car?" Erin offered effectively changing the subject.

"All I told him was it was paid for and he could pick it up," Devon said with an evil smirk. "It will serve the little bugger right when Mom and Dad get the bill. You know he didn’t even thank me."

"Man he is in for a surprise," Erin cackled. "So tell me about Europe, did you break a lot hearts?"

"A few," Devon confessed. "What I loved most about it was seeing all of the artwork I had only seen in text books. It was amazing. So what has been happening here?"

"Not much," Erin groaned. "Except that Penny is getting a divorce."

"What?" Devon asked. "Never mind you know how I feel about gossip."

"Understandable," Erin conceded. "I often wondered if you and Andrea would have worked things out if it wasn’t for all of the tongue wagging in this town. But since Penny was the cause of most of it I don’t feel bad telling you how Richard left her for her hairdresser. It was a huge scene at the Baxter’s summer party. Richard got wasted and confessed that he only married her because she, and I quote, got herself pregnant."

"You know I may not have been very good at science and I’m a lesbian but I doubt that Penny got pregnant without any assistance," Devon fumed. "Still with all the backstabbing gossip she has done over the years it does seem like poetic justice. Maybe she’ll think twice from now on."

"She hasn’t changed," Erin grimly replied. "The worse thing is it turns out Richard’s family lost everything on junk bonds. Penny might end up paying him alimony."

"I feel bad for her son," Devon grumbled.

"So did you ask about her?" Erin nudged her cousin.

"Penny?" Devon asked in confusion.

"No," Erin fumed. "At the garage did you ask about Andrea?"

"It is only polite," Devon defensively responded. "She is his daughter."

"Uh huh," Erin chuckled. "How is she?"

"She is doing great," Devon said with a goofy smile she couldn’t prevent from sprouting across her face. "School is going well and she will be doing an internship out in California this summer. She has to do one every year."

"I know," Erin stated with a slight frown. "Isn’t part of an internship a way of marketing yourself to prospective employers?"

"Yeah," Devon muttered.

"So she could end up working on the other side of the country?" Erin echoed Devon’s fears.

"I know," Devon grumbled.

"Did you ever write to her after running into her on the train?" Erin pushed.

"No," Devon responded in a dejected tone. "Why would I? She has someone and I’m just the past. She’s the past. There will never be anything between us, not romantically anyways."

"Right," Erin scoffed in disbelief.

Time passed far too quickly in Devon’s world. She ended up working for Mr. Dayne for almost two years. Somehow she managed not to be around whenever Andie came home for a visit. It wasn’t intentional just that Devon really didn’t want to see Andie with her partner. Mr. Dayne became very suspicious over Devon’s constant inquiries regarding his little girl. She knew the man liked her, but she suspected that he had figured out that she and Andrea were a little more than passing acquaintances.

During the two years she managed to bring Mr. Dayne’s office into the twentieth century. Then the small bookstore next door to the garage went under from the constant pressure of the larger chains. Devon decided what her sleepy little suburb needed was art. She took all of her money and bought the empty storefront. She knew that success was only a slim possibility and she would probably need to keep working for Mr. Dayne for quite some time.

Despite her father’s financial help Devon still needed to do a lot of the work herself in preparing the shop and the two apartments above the shop. Her lunch hours and evenings were spent painting, cleaning and building shelves, and soliciting young artists. Thankfully Mr. Dayne and the other guys from the garage pitched in whenever they could. It struck Devon as funny that after growing up on the hill her close friends were a bunch of grease monkeys. Of course that was only after she was accepted as one of the guys. Much like Tammy and Brenda, the two female mechanics at the garage, the boys took awhile to warm up to them. Of course even though they were treated like one of the boys, Mr. Dayne insisted that they were always treated like ladies.

One night Mr. Dayne, and Rodney from the garage were painting the shop when her father arrived. "Evening Dirk," her father greeted the mechanic with a hearty handshake. Devon was pleased at how well the two men got along. Each of them was special in her life and it made her happy that they looked past the social differences that separated them.

"Jim, how are you?" Mr. Dayne greeted him. "How is John?"

"That boy is never going to get his butt up off of the couch much less move out," Jim Dawson grumbled. "He is still whining that we never sent him to Europe like his sister. Doesn’t matter that she paid her own way."

"Sorry to hear that," Mr. Dayne sympathized.

"How are your boys?" Jim Dawson inquired as he shook off his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

"Good," Mr. Dayne proudly responded. "Jack is doing well at school. I’m a little worried about Simon he thinks they might send him overseas. I’m proud that he followed in my footsteps, and signed up but I not going to sleep very well if he gets sent into a hot zone."

"I can’t blame you for that," Jim shook his head as he picked up a paintbrush. "Well we can be proud of our girls."

"That we can," Dirk smiled as the two men started painting.

"Come to help out Dad?" Devon threw out before the conversation moved to Andie.

"I sure did," he proudly responded. "How is Andrea? Devon tells me she is doing very well."

"She should know since she asks about her all the time," Dirk snickered. "I never realized that the two of them were friends until Devon started working for me."

Devon swallowed hard as she noticed both men looking at her strangely. "We hung out a little in High School," Devon blurted out. "So, Dad the apartments are done. I should be moving into mine over the weekend."

"Can you take your brother?" Jim quipped.

"Sorry but I need a paying tenant," Devon quickly refused. Her brother had hinted around about wanting the unit on the top floor.

"Speaking of which," Dirk interrupted. "I think I found someone for you."

"Not Rodney," Devon quipped as Rodney chuckled. Everyone knew that Devon was having a hard time finding a responsible tenant she could feel comfortable with. "I keep telling him his wife wouldn’t like it if he had his own apartment."

"I don’t know, all the work you did on those places they are pretty sweet," Rodney teased.

"You mean all the work you and the rest of the guys did," Devon corrected him. "So Mr. Dayne you think you found someone who could afford the rent I’m asking?"

Devon knew for what she was offering the high rent she was requesting was more than fair. It was just hard to find someone who could afford it. "I think so," Dirk answered in a playful tone. "She’s a lawyer just took a position with Brenner & Klein and needs a place here in town."

"That is a very impressive firm," Devon acknowledged the large firm that was housed just beyond the city limits.

"They should be impressive for the fees they charge," Jim laughed. "Of course that’s why my company hired them. A woman attorney that could be very nice," He added playfully.

"Geez Dad," Devon groaned. "I think I liked it better when you just ignored my lifestyle."

"What?" Jim laughed.

"Mine’s the same way," Dirk grumbled. "The moment I was all accepting suddenly she doesn’t want to talk about her love life."

"What woman in her right mind chats with her Dad about her love life?" Devon argued. "So was this woman referred by Andie?"

"No Andrea didn’t refer her," Dirk responded. Devon didn’t miss the way he corrected her on his daughter’s name. "I think you’ll like her as a tenant," he added in a professional tone that surprised Devon.

"If she has your seal of approval Mr. Dayne I can’t go wrong," Devon agreed. "Send heraround to see the place."

A week later Devon was putting the finishing touches on the gallery for the Grand Opening the following week. "Let’s hope the folks on the hill like the art or I’ll be out of business by the end of the month," she muttered to herself as she hung a large fresco on the wall. "Well I could always turn it into an ice cream parlor," she noted dejectedly as she looked at her watch. She had just about a half an hour before her perspective tenant was due to arrive. Mr. Dayne had been very evasive about the young lawyer, only informing Devon that she would be by around six o’clock.

A knock on the front window stirred her out of her musings. Devon’s jaw dropped when she saw who was standing outside. Once her brain stopped misfiring she raced over and unlocked the front door. Andie flashed a shy smile as she stepped inside the gallery. "I’m a little early," Andie offered in a quiet tone.

"For?" Devon began in a confused tone until she realized what was going on. "Oh you’re here to see the apartment?"

"Yes," Andie stammered slightly. "I’m sorry. My Dad didn’t tell me you were the one renting the apartment. I thought you were working for him."

"I am," Devon laughed as she thought about strangling her boss.

"I was surprised when he told me that a couple years ago," Andie confessed.

"I needed a job," Devon shrugged. "Besides your Dad is a great boss and I really love the crew."

"I know. I worked in the office from the time I was twelve until law school," Andie agreed as Devon locked up the front. "This looks great."

"I hope so," Devon blew out in frustration as she allowed Andie to look around. "Hopefully it will draw the city crowd into town."

"You’ll do well," Andie reassured her as she flashed the tall brunette a familiar smile. "If you want I could help you with some financial planning, free of charge of course."

"I’d be an idiot to refuse," Devon smiled in return noticing the slight shiver Andie released. "Come on I’ll show you the apartment. We can go up through my place from here."

"Oh so you live here as well," Andie stammered slightly as Devon guided her through the back past her office and up the back stairwell.

"I have the second floor," Devon explained silently praying that Andie would pass on the apartment. "The third floor isn’t as big, but you have a separate entrance so the traffic from the gallery won’t disturb you," Devon continued as they entered her new home.

"This is nice," Andie complimented her as she followed Devon to the back entrance.

Devon couldn’t take her eyes off of Andie as she showed her the vacant third floor apartment. ‘Please say no,’ Devon silently pleaded thinking there was no way she could endure living beneath Andie and her lover. Especially since, in her humble opinion, Andie had blossomed into an incredible woman. Devon wasn’t certain which surprised her more, her instant attraction to her old flame or that Andie actually rented the apartment?

"I’ll have an extra set of keys made for . . .," Devon stammered as she exchanged a set of keys for the healthy check Andie had just penned. "I’m sorry I forgot your partner’s name."

"My?" Andie began as a worried looked clouded her features. Her face brightened as she realized what Devon was talking about. "Not to worry she’s been gone for quite some time."

"Not a happy parting?" Devon asked suddenly feeling a great deal better about the new living arrangements.

"Not a happy woman," Andie explained with a groan. "In fact she would flip out if she knew I was renting an apartment from a . . .," Andie hesitated seemingly searching for the right word.

"Old girlfriend," Devon offered.

"That’s one way to describe us," Andie laughed. "I think I am going to enjoy living here," Andie paused for a brief moment as she blushed slightly. "I’ll get to see Dad all of the time," She quickly added.

"Welcome to the neighborhood," Devon offered as she held out her hand. She felt a jolt racing through her body as Andie accepted her hand.

A week later Devon was a nervous wreck. The events preceding the galleries’ opening had been just the distraction she needed. She was so focused on Andie’s return and subsequent move that she didn’t have time to worry about the opening. Instead she was far too focused on spending time with Andie who had graciously offered to help her prepare for the opening.

The opening was in full swing, Devon was pleased with the turn out and the sales. Between her parents, Erin, old acquaintances, and Andie all of who used their connections to make the opening a resounding success. After the last sale was made and the last matron placated Devon locked the doors. "Whoa," she blew out as she dimmed the lights.

She smiled at Andie who was uncorking a bottle of champagne. She had been thrilled when Andie offered to stay behind and help clean up. "You done good," Andie congratulated her as she handed the tall brunette a glass of champagne before pouring one for herself.

"We done good," Devon protested as she clinked her glass against the small blonde’s.

"The good news is that they will be back," Andie reassured her. "You’re a hit Dawson. Of course I never doubted it for a moment."

"Thank you," Devon accepted the compliment not really focusing on the night, since her thoughts were riveted to how good Andie looked in her short black dress that clung in all the right places. A shiver ran through the tall brunette’s body as she noticed that Andie’s eyes were traveling up along her body. "What would you say if I suggested that we don’t clean up until the morning since it is Sunday?"

"Well," Andie responded in a breathy tone as she closed the distance between them. "I’d say grab a couple bottles of that very fine bubbly I ordered and we can go upstairs to your place and celebrate your success."

Devon inhaled sharply as Andie traced her jaw with her fingers. Devon tilted her head as her eyes drifted from Andie’s amazing emerald orbs down to her lips. She gasped as she spied Andie’s pink tongue peek out and wet her lips. "Kiss me," Andie requested in a breathy tone.

Devon felt her knees buckle as she granted the blonde’s request. Each of them carefully held onto their glasses as their bodies melded together. Andie moaned as Devon parted her lips with her tongue. Devon was stunned as the familiar fire filled her as their tongues greeted one another. Each blew out a heavy breath as the kiss ended and they pressed their foreheads together. "Wow," Devon whispered as she felt Andie’s hand caressing her hip. "Still."

"Still what?" Andie murmured against her skin.

"You can still burn me with your kisses," Devon confessed as she shifted and looked into Andie’s eyes that were burning with desire.

"And you can still make me melt with just one look," Andie confessed as she took Devon by the hand.

Devon grabbed a bottle of champagne as Andie led her up the back staircase and into her apartment. Devon only broke contact to lock the apartment door and kick off her shoes. She smiled as Andie shrunk once her heels were also discarded. "Damn," Andie teased as she took Devon by the hand and led her to the bedroom. "I forgot how tall you are."

"Never seemed to a problem," Devon teased Andie as she placed their glasses and the bottle of champagne on the nightstand by the bed. "In fact I distinctly recall you saying how much you enjoyed climbing up me," Devon purred as she cupped Andie’s face and began to shower her with kisses.

"Oh I remember," Andie groaned as she began to lower the zipper on the back of Devon’s dress. Devon allowed her lover to lower the garment to her waist. "This is what I like the most about your height," Andie explained as her gaze met evenly with Devon’s cleavage. "Just perfect," Andie groaned as Devon’s dress fell to the floor.

Devon moaned as she laced her finger through Andie’s short blonde hair, while her lover nestled her face between her breasts. "Do you have any idea how many times I snuck a peek at her breasts in the locker room?" Andie groaned as she licked the swell of Devon’s breasts.

"No," Devon squeaked in response. "Of course I was probably too busy checking out your ass."

Andie released the clasp on Devon’s bra as the brunette began to lower Andie’s dress until it, too, fell to the floor. Andie discarded Devon’s bra and quickly captured the brunette’s nipples between her fingers. "Andie," Devon moaned as her hands frantically went about trying to remove the smaller woman’s garments.

They became lost in a frenzy of kisses as they frantically removed one another’s clothing. They kicked the unwanted garments aside as they fell onto the bed. "You still feel so right," Andie moaned as Devon captured the smaller woman’s body beneath her own.

Devon moaned in agreement as their bodies melted together. She could feel Andie’s desire glistening against her skin as she slipped her thigh between her lover’s legs. Andie released small gasps as Devon captured her nipple between her lips. Andie’s body arched against her pressing her firm thigh against Devon’s aching center. Devon thrust against her lover’s thigh as she suckled her nipple urgently. "I need to feel you," Andie pleaded as she clutched Devon’s broad shoulders tightly as their bodies moved in a slow sensual rhythm.

No longer the fumbling adolescents they became one as they moved against one another each fanning the flames of the other’s passion. As Devon suckled Andie’s erect nipple she slipped her hand between their sweat-covered bodies. She shifted as Andie wrapped her legs around her waist and pressed her wetness firmly against Devon’s stomach.

Realizing that she was smothering her lover Devon rolled over onto her back carrying Andie with her. She loved the feel of the smaller woman straddling her body as Andie rocked against her. Devon watched Andie’s hips pumping against her as her firm full breasts swayed above her. "My God you are so beautiful," Devon gasped as she watched Andie’s body moving against her as the blonde’s emerald eyes became glazed.

"Oh Devon," Andie murmured as Devon ran her hand down along the front of the blonde’s body. She could feel the sweaty heat and desire burning her fingers as she made her descent. Devon gasped sharply as her fingers brushed Andie’s damp curls. Her lover’s wetness glistened against her touch as they became lost in a haze of desire. "Hmm," Andie choked out as she bit down on her bottom lip when Devon’s fingers slipped between her swollen lips.

Andie’s body fell forward as Devon’s fingers ran along her sex. Devon entered her lover as Andie’s lips captured her nipple. She could feel Andie’s wetness filling her hand as she wiggled her fingers deep inside of the blonde’s warm wetness. As she slipped deeper inside of her lover Andie suckled her harder.

They bodies twitched as Devon pressed her breast deeper inside her lover’s mouth while she plunged in and out of Andie. The blonde’s clit pulsated against her thumb as she stroked the throbbing nub. Devon groaned with disappointment as Andie’s mouth left her body. Andie lifted her body and slowly ran her hands down Devon’s skin while her hips rode against the brunette’s touch.

She felt Andie’s tiny fingers brushing against the dark curls of her mound. She cried out as she felt her lover parting her and dipping inside of her wetness. Andie looked down at Devon her eyes hooded with desire as she entered her lover. "Yessssss," Devon cried out as they pleasured each other. She could feel Andie’s body tighten against her just as her own body did the same. Devon reached the crest first crying out her lover’s name.

Her body trembled as Andie continued to pleasure her. She in turn pleasured the smaller woman by taking her deeper. Andie reached out and clutched the headboard with her free hand while her hips thrust against Devon’s touch in a demanding rhythm. Devon climaxed once again as she watched her lover’s body tense while her head fell back. Andie cried out as she collapsed against Devon’s body.

Their bodies refused to still as they wrapped themselves around one another and began kissing deeply. They couldn’t stop touching the other until they found themselves drinking in the other’s passion. Devon suckled her lover’s clit as she felt Andie’s tongue plunging inside of her.

They feasted upon one another until they released their screams into their lover’s wetness. Devon was still on fire as she nestled behind her panting lover. She could feel Andie’s heat still burning as they swayed against each other. Devon wrapped her arms around Andie’s waist as she pressed her wetness against the blonde’s firm ass. As they rocked wildly against one another, Andie slipped her hand between them and stroked Devon’s swollen clit.

Devon peered over Andie’s shoulder as she touched her riding against the heel of her own hand while her fingers teased the brunette. Devon licked the sweat from Andie’s shoulder as their bodies danced together. Devon suckled Andie’s neck as she felt the blonde’s body climaxing against her. She kissed Andie’s neck harder as she continued toride against the blonde’s body until she, too, fell into the abyss.

Devon tightened her hold around Andie’s waist while their bodies trembled releasing the last waves of passion. Devon sighed contently as she spooned her lover who had covered Devon’s hands with her own. "I can feel your heart beating," Andie sighed with a smile.

"I can feel yours too," Devon smiled as she placed a tender kiss on Andie’s shoulder. "This feels so right," Devon whispered knowing that the frenzied love making stemmed more from how good it felt to be touched by Andie than all of the years they had lost. "Don’t let me screw this up this time," Devon muttered more to herself than her lover.

"Not a chance," Andie reassured her.

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"That’s the whole sordid story," Devon concluded as she motioned to their server that Rob should receive the check. Rob took the check as he stared at the both of them. The poor blonde’s eyes were as wide as saucers.

"All those years apart and that is all it took was one kiss?" Rob blurted out as he handed over his credit card.

"I told you that is the whole story," Devon taunted him as she stood and pulled out the chair for her lover.

"Well not the whole story," Andie added as she stood and took her lover by the hand.

"Wait!" Rob called after the giggling couple as they stepped out of the restaurant. "You can’t do that to me. What happened next?"

"That wasn’t very nice," Devon chastised her lover as they headed towards their home.

"Serves him right," Andie laughed. "Come on let’s go home."

The End