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TWISTED REALITY

and

DEEP BREATHING

by Darcy Campbell

DEDICATION

To my one true love, Lynda, for making my life complete.

TWISTED REALITY

Chapter 1

Jodi’s eyes flew open as she bolted upright in bed. Her heart raced, her skin was clammy, so scared she was shaking. It’s that damn dream again, Jodi thought as she looked over at the lump lying next to her. Lying back down, trying to catch her breath, she attempted to shake off the effects of the dream.

If I could just remember my dream, maybe I could finally get a handle on the way it makes me feel. All I can ever remember is a bright, white light and then this intense feeling; so intense that I ache. I couldn't identify the feeling, but I know I didn't like it, it scared me.

Jodi rolled over toward her husband for comfort, but she should have saved her energy. Once Ralph was asleep, he never moved, never cuddled, never even acknowledged that she was there. Jodi was so worried that she even tried to talk to him about the dream one evening over dinner. His reaction was typical; as usual, he blamed everything on ‘that time of the month’ and told her it was all in her head. Okay, if the dreams were only in her head, she would see a psychiatrist. Since Ralph believed psychiatrists were no better than witch doctors, he would never consider paying for one, so Jodi was forced to use the free clinic. After sitting in the waiting room for over four hours, Jodi finally saw a doctor, and he ran through a list of questions.

Are you suicidal?

Do you want to hurt anyone else?

Have you hurt anyone else?

The battery of questions continued in a drone.

Once he got a negative answer to all his questions, the doctor decided she was probably hormonal, gave her a few samples, and told her to come back if the dreams got any worse. Worse, how much worse could they get? Frustrated with the lack of concern, Jodi spent hours in the library researching textbooks and magazines, looking for answers, all to no avail. The dreams came almost every night and always left her feeling unfulfilled and so incredibly forlorn.

Over the past eight or so years, Jodi’s loneliness had grown so large it swallowed up her life. Ralph, her husband of ten years, didn’t like her associating with people he didn’t know; thinking she might say or do something that would reflect badly on him and hurt his rising career. The funniest part of Ralph’s rule was that he had no career to speak of. He was employed by a company with over a thousand employees and had a minor management position. At age forty-six, Ralph would either die in or retire from his current position. To hear him describe his job, he was on a first name basis with all the corporate suits, and they all looked to him when they needed suggestions.

For the first two years of their marriage, Jodi tried repeatedly to get pregnant and nothing happened. Finally, Ralph declared that it was all her fault; she once again was a failure, this time at something that even the dumbest animal could do. As far as he was concerned, that was the end of the pregnancy discussion. Wanting a child more than anything, Jodi finally took some of the inheritance her father had left her and went to be tested. Tests showed there was nothing wrong with her bodily functions; so the challenge must therefore lie with Ralph. There was absolutely no way Jodi was going to get Ralph in for testing. One evening after getting him drunk, Jodi procured some of his semen and took it the next day for testing. Ralph’s sperm had low mobility, and the chances of them ever swimming fast enough or far enough were almost zero. With that news, Jodi had little choice but to resign herself to a life with no children.

Glancing over at the clock, Jodi realized her alarm would be going off in just a few minutes anyway, so she might as well get an early start on the day. As quietly as possible, Jodi got out of bed, put on her robe, and went into the living room to straighten up. Ralph hated being awakened before the alarm clock went off, and he really hated coming into a messy living room. The past ten years had been a juggle, making sure that she was available to go to bed whenever he was ready, house clean or not, and then have everything clean when he got up in the morning. Jodi had finally discovered that if she got up at least an hour before him, she could get everything done on time. Going into the kitchen, she started to work on breakfast.

Chapter 2

“Can’t you ever do anything right? First of all you bought the wrong size belt, and these eggs taste like crap. I don’t know why I keep you around!” Ralph screamed as he stormed from the table. As he slammed out of the room, Jodi remained seated, silent tears running down her face, a failure once again.

Slowly she got up from the table and picked up the remains of her breakfast. Funny, the food tasted pretty good until just a few minutes ago. As she proceeded to clean the kitchen, she reviewed her morning so far.

First, she woke up an hour before Ralph, just so she could have his clothes pressed and hanging on the door, in addition to cleaning the house. He would not allow her to iron the clothes all at once, claiming they got wrinkled in the closet and after all, he needed to make a good impression at work. Therefore, Jodi worked out a routine of pressing everything twice; once when she did all the clothes, and then every morning she gave the garments of the day a touch up. This way, she saved time in the morning, and Ralph still got his freshly ironed clothes. Once Ralph’s clothes were ironed, her next task was breakfast and coffee. Ralph was very particular about the way his eggs were fixed; they must be soft boiled for exactly one and one-half minutes, no more, no less, and they must be hot when he sat down to eat. The hot service was the tricky part. Early in their marriage, Jodi would wait until he came into the kitchen to start the eggs. That was not acceptable; Ralph refused to wait for his breakfast. Okay, next time Jodi tried calling him when the eggs were ready, so he would not have to wait, and they would still be hot. That was still not good enough. How dare she interrupt his morning preparations? After all, he was the one with the ‘big time’ career, while she just worked at Sav-Mor, a local drugstore. Finally, after years of practice and tons of abuse, Jodi had the routine down to an art. She had actually timed each of the steps that Ralph went through every morning, so she knew exactly when to put the eggs on and when he would walk into the kitchen.

Once Ralph’s breakfast was ready, she sat down with him at the table to eat; well, try to eat. Ralph did not like to eat by himself, but he really did not care if she ate or not, just that she was there. He was always finding something he needed that prevented her from eating her food while it was warm. It had been years since Jodi had a warm, much less hot, meal with Ralph.

It was while eating his eggs that Ralph lost his temper. Jodi had stopped on her way home from work last night to buy him two belts; one brown and one black, and she bought the same size as last time. Unfortunately, Ralph had gained twenty pounds since then, and now the belts did not fit properly. His description of a properly fitting belt was one that had only two holes after the connecting hole; just enough extra to slide under the first belt loop, but not too much that it looked bulky. With the extra weight, Ralph was forced to move the belt to the next hole, not allowing enough remainder to fit where he wanted; hence, the verbal attack aimed at Jodi. By time he had finished his ‘discussion’ with her, his eggs were cold, and that had sent him into a temper tantrum.

Once Ralph left for the office, Jodi took a deep breath, and had one last cup of coffee. After she picked up the living room and bedroom, Jodi quickly ran a vacuum over the carpet. There was not much to pick up or vacuum since this was done every morning, but Ralph insisted on coming home to a clean house. After making the bed, she went into the kitchen to prepare a lunch to take to work. With the minimal allowance Ralph gave her, Jodi only had enough cash to eat out at lunch once a week, and only then her meal consisted of the blue plate special at the diner around the corner. She had been saving her lunch money, trying to collect enough to pay for a birthday dinner for her next-door neighbor, Christine. Christine had been so nice over the past three years since she had moved in, really becoming a good friend. Wanting to do something special for her birthday, Jodi had scrimped and saved but still feared it would not be enough..

Jodi checked the refrigerator before leaving for work, making sure that they had all the pieces necessary for whatever dinner Ralph decided he wanted. He called every day between three and four in the afternoon, right before she left work, to let her know what he wanted for dinner. God help her if all the ingredients were not at the house, because there was not enough time to stop at the grocery store, shop, and still have dinner ready by the time Ralph got home. As she hurried through her morning routine, Jodi wanted to make sure she still had enough time to stop by Christine’s on the way to work. Looking around the living room one last time, Jodi quickly rearranged the pillows on the couch, shifted a chair into proper alignment, and left.

Thankfully, Christine was home when Jodi stopped by. Somehow, just the ten or fifteen minutes Jodi spent in the morning with Christine started her day off right. Almost immediately, Christine noticed the trail of her tears from this morning.

“Hey sweetie, what’s up with you? You look like you lost your best friend. Bad morning with Mr. Wonderful?”

“No, nothing out of the ordinary. Same shit, different day. I wish I knew what I did to piss him off this time.”

The two women were as dissimilar as possible. Jodie was very pale with limp, washed out, brownish hair. Her blue eyes were usually downcast and hooded, but when she smiled, you could see a bright spark in the depths of the blue. Unfortunately, smiling was not a normal characteristic for Jodi.

Christine was just the opposite. Shorter than Jodi by several inches, she easily outweighed her by thirty or forty pounds. She had a perpetual tan, due to her Hispanic heritage, and long dark hair. There was a constant smile on her face as if she knew a secret everyone else was missing. There was a twinkle in her eyes and a bounce in her step every time Jodi saw her. It was this happy and carefree outlook on life that drew Jodi to her.

The first time Jodi introduced herself to the new neighbor, they both felt an immediate connection. Over the next few years, Christine began to feel very protective of Jodi, always offering a shoulder to cry on when things got bad with Ralph.

Since she had no other friends, Jodi invited Christine to the house for a fortieth birthday celebration. She swore Christine would never find out just what she had to do with Ralph to get his permission for the 'special occasion.’

Dinner had been a very uncomfortable, sad, little affair. It was immediately apparent from Ralph’s expression and demeanor that he only tolerated Christine’s presence as a special treat for his wife. Why he even bothered was still a mystery to Christine. Jodi was up and down so much waiting on him that there was no time to socialize.

After dinner, Jodi presented a special birthday dessert she had created, only to be chastised for wasting her grocery budget on something so frivolous. Christine attempted to lighten the mood by handing over her birthday gift, a set of antique frames. Jodi had noticed the frames months ago when she and Christine had been on one of their rare 'girl' days of decorator accessory shopping. While she would have loved to have bought them then and there, Jodi knew Ralph would never approve the expenditure. He would consider it a waste of his hard-earned money. So, she was delighted to see Christine had noticed her interest and bought them for her. Just one more case where the two of them had the same thought.

Of course Ralph had to belittle the gift by commenting that only a woman would waste money on something that had to be dusted. He had no concept of the amount of time and care that went into a gift like that. Jodi was still admiring her gift from Christine when Ralph threw his on the table. Jodi looked at the presented gift with great suspicion. Opening the box very carefully, Jodi unfolded the tissue paper wrapping and immediately turned beet red.

“Take it out, take it out,” Ralph cried. “Show Christine what I bought you for your birthday.”

“Ralph, while I appreciate the lovely gift, it’s for us to share intimately, not in public. Could I please save it for this evening?”

“Oh, we will definitely use it this evening, but I wanted Christine to see it as well. Take it out and show her. You don’t have to model it, just hold it up.”

Realizing that she was fighting a losing battle, Jodi removed her birthday gift from the tissue and held it up, blushing more furiously than before. Tears immediately welled up in Jodi's eyes as she held up the offensive garment. It was embarrassing enough in private, but in front of Christine it was almost more than she could bear.

“Ralph, did you pick that out all by yourself or did the counter girl help you? I think the colors are wonderfully bright. I wish I had one for myself.”

“See Jodi, I told you Christine would appreciate it. All women who want to please their men would. You can show me your appreciation tonight after we go to bed.”

Still very humiliated, Jodi shot a quick glance to Christine, silently thanking her for helping. There was no woman alive she knew who would want anyone else to know her husband bought these things, much less that she would wear something this vulgar. The garment had obviously been purchased at a sex shop; in fact, the name on the box was Sweet Dreams. There was a split in the crotch area and the one-piece corset/bra combination had holes cut where the nipples would go. There was only one reason anyone would wear this outfit and it was definitely not something that could be shared with company. It was just one more of Ralph’s attempts to humiliate her. Jodi shut down the remainder of the evening as quickly as possible. Right after cake and ice cream had been served, Christine made some excuse for a hasty exit.

*

While Jodi couldn't hide the fact she had been crying again, she downplayed this morning's fight with Ralph. Jodi could still remember the last time Christine interfered between her and Ralph. Jodi was crying on her shoulder and Christine made the mistake of telling Jodi exactly what she thought about Ralph. Jodi felt her loyalties were being called into question, so she avoided Christine for a few weeks, until she could come to terms with her feelings. When they finally got back together, Christine seemed as relieved as Jodi to reinstate their friendship, and luckily Christine never made Jodi choose between them again. Jodi would have hated to lose Christine as a friend.

As Jodi entered Christine’s living room, she was once again amazed by how welcoming and friendly the décor was. When Christine first moved into the neighborhood, they went interior shopping one weekend when Ralph was out of town on a work convention. Christine had confessed that she had no flair for design and had given Jodi free reign of both décor and her credit cards; Jodi was in heaven. She was working as an apprentice for one of the country’s foremost designers when she met and fell in love with Ralph. Since he did not want his wife to work, and Jodi had hoped to start a family immediately, she had quickly agreed to quit her job and stay at home. Years later with still no children, Ralph decided she needed to get a part time job to supplement the family’s income, since she was not doing anything else during the day. Too much time had passed to go back into interior design and Ralph’s demands required a more flexible job.

Ralph had also not allowed her to make any décor changes to their home. Since he had purchased the home before they married, it was decorated in bachelor style and Ralph saw no need to change it. In fact, in the ten years of their marriage, if furniture wore out, Ralph simply had the couch or chair re-covered exactly as before. Last year, they had to replace the carpet in the hallway, and the original color was no longer available. Ralph searched for a month before he found just enough carpet in a warehouse six states away to fit. He probably spent three times as much for this carpet since he had to pay for shipping, but it matched perfectly with the other carpet.

On the way to work, Jodi tried to keep her thoughts and memories on Christine and off Ralph. As long as she could focus on happy thoughts, her day at work went quickly. She returned from work just in time to have dinner ready when Ralph arrived at home. After dinner, Ralph decided that Jodi had ‘earned’ his personal attention, which Jodi had grown to dread more and more. Ralph had never been a very good or attentive lover, but he had gradually gotten worse; leaving Jodi cold and wanting after he finished and rolled over to fall asleep. The very few times Jodi had complained, Ralph had gotten physically abusive, practically raping Jodi and bruising her horribly. Jodi learned her lesson and kept her mouth shut. There were many, too many, nights when Jodi resorted to silently masturbating in the bathroom to achieve her own release. She could not take the risk of having any toys found by Ralph, so Jodi was restricted with her options. She had to be creative and, most of all, silent with her pleasures.

Tonight was no different. Once Jodi had finished cleaning the kitchen and locking up the house, she joined Ralph in the bedroom, hoping against hope that he had fallen asleep waiting on her. Unfortunately, such wasn't the case. In fact, from the leering grin on his face, he had something special planned for her benefit.

Glancing from his naked body sprawled across the bed to the video playing on the TV, Jodi was sickened when she realized just what the 'surprise' was. Lately, Ralph had been watching porn movies, using them to enhance his fantasies and forcing Jodi to reenact them as closely as possible. Looking closer at Ralph, Jodi realized that he had started without her as his hand continued to stroke his partially erect penis. His attention was totally focused on the TV in front of him. Turning her eyes from the disgusting scene in front of her, Jodi glanced at the half empty bottle of scotch on the nightstand and the glass beside it. Her heart skipped a beat as she wondered just how drunk he was. The answer came quickly as he noticed her presence.

“Get your clothes off and get into bed. Can't you see I've been waiting for you?” Ralph slurred as he continued to stroke himself.

Great, Jodi thought, as she stepped into the bathroom to change for bed. Tonight can go one of two ways. Either he passes out before we finish, which would be great, or he never gets hard enough to do anything. It all depended on just how much scotch he had already consumed.

Knowing what was coming next, Jodi didn't bother to even put on nightclothes. When Ralph was in this kind of mood, he would tear them off, ruining her very meager collection of nightwear. The quicker it was over, the happier Jodi would be.

Jodi had no more crawled into bed when Ralph was all over her, biting and sucking on any body part that he happened to connect with. Jodi's mind was already on tomorrow's work schedule, anything to avoid where her body was at present. Ralph had no more pushed his semi-hard penis inside her when she felt the entire weight of his body fall on top of her. Laying still for a minute or two, Jodi finally realized Ralph was snoring, having once again passed out even as she began to become partially aroused. Jodi pushed his body to the side and crawled out of bed, wanting to get far away from his smell and sweat. She turned the TV off and retreated to the hall bathroom, making sure to firmly close and lock the door.

Resting on the edge of the bathtub, Jodi slowly started to stroke her pleasure mound. As she spread her legs, Jodi slid her finger up and down her slit, until the moisture started to form. Moaning gently, Jodi continued the stroking until she was so aroused that her clit was swollen and throbbing. Now completely lubricated, she was able to slide one full-length finger in, rolling and twisting to pleasure herself. Using her other hand to tease and squeeze her clit, Jodi rode her middle finger, sliding it up and down. Faster and faster her hips pounded until, in a rush of fluids, her body clenched and shuddered as she came in silence, tears coursing down her face. She was embarrassed by her need and saddened by the way it had to be handled. After she returned to bed, Jodi lay in the dark and silently wept into her pillow, knowing that she needed to make a change, but not knowing how or what to do. Still crying, Jodi fell asleep, curled into a ball on her side of the bed, not touching or being touched by her husband as he snored in his drunken slumber.

Chapter 3

Jodi’s alarm went off; she could hear rain pelting the windows in the bedroom.

On rainy days, Jodi had to follow Ralph to the garage and shut the overhead garage door after he backed out the car. On sunny days, he was kind enough to do it on his own, but he did not want to get wet or to use an umbrella on the rainy ones. And as usual, Ralph could care less if this screwed up Jodi’s schedule.

“Great, just perfect. One more thing to add to my morning. There are days when I really hate the man I married,” Jodi grumbled as she climbed out of bed.

Just that one minor change in her morning made her miss coffee with Christine. Without that time together, Jodi’s entire day was off balance. She knew she imposed on Christine, stopping by almost every morning, but she couldn’t help it. Christine was able to make her feel better about herself, and could help her see a light at the end of the tunnel, however dim it might be. In fact, lately Jodi realized she was thinking about Christine too much. There would be something discussed at work or on TV and she would find herself wanting to share it with Christine, wanting to get her reaction or opinion. Even more disturbing, was that it was Christine’s face Jodi would see while fingering herself to a silent climax at night.

As Jodi ran through the rain to her car, parked at the curb so Ralph could back out of the driveway, she compared Christine and Ralph. When they were first dating, Ralph made her feel like a queen. He did everything for her, and she enjoyed it. However, after they married, she discovered the real reason for his attentive assistance; he didn't think she was capable of doing it herself. Ralph always belittled her, telling her that she was not worth anything, that no one other than him wanted her, so she should be grateful he was still around. Christine, on the other hand, always complimented her on everything; her ability to decorate and her cooking. She even encouraged Jodi to reach further than she ever had. This was incredible since she had known Christine less than three years and Ralph for over ten. What a difference!

As she drove down the road, Jodi had a challenge keeping the windshield clear of the pounding rain. No matter how hard or fast the windshield wipers flew, they could not keep up with the downpour of water. Jodi drove slower and slower, unable to see more than just a few feet in front of her. She never liked driving in bad weather, and her tires were almost completely bald, making it twice as difficult to keep the car steady on the road. The car had already hydroplaned several times in just the few miles she had driven, and it was over twenty miles to the Sav-Mor where she worked. Rounding a tight corner, the car went into a skid, and Jodi lost control. As the car careened around the corner, the steering wheel jerked one way, her body the other, and she hit her head on the wheel. The last thing Jodi remembered was the guardrail suddenly appearing in the windshield and then everything went black.

Chapter 4

Opening first one eye, then the other, Jodi woke up and looked around. She was in a strange room, and her head was killing her. Further investigation revealed she was in a hospital bed and had a large bandage on her head. As she found and pressed the call button, Jodi hoped to discover what had happened.

A nurse entered the room carrying a blood pressure cuff. “Well you certainly took your time waking up, Ms. Russell,” she said jokingly. “Your friend was getting worried about you.”

“What happened? How did I get here?”

“Don’t have all the details, but I believe you were in a car accident. The car was pretty much destroyed, but you were lucky. You only sustained a small concussion and some bruising.”

“Terrific.” Groaning heavily, she added, “Ralph is going to kill me. I was supposed to keep that car for at least another year. Now how am I supposed to get to work?”

“Well honey, I sure don’t know, but your friend has been waiting for you to wake up. Should I call her in?”

“Yes, please, and have you contacted my husband?”

Looking oddly at Jodi, the nurse opened the door to admit Christine. Rushing in, Christine immediately went to Jodi and wrapped her in a bear hug. Jodi could tell Christine was crying from the wetness at her shoulder and the way her body shook.

“How bad was the wreck? You’re acting as if I had died or something,” Jody moaned, her voice muffled in Christine’s shoulder.

“No sweetheart, just worried about you. How are you feeling?”

“A headache and some soreness, but other than that I think I’ll live. Has anyone called Ralph yet?”

“Ralph? Who is Ralph, honey?”

“Come on Christine, I know you don’t like him, but after all he is my husband. I think we should at least call him.”

Christine stepped back and looked deeply into Jodi’s eyes. “Jodi, you don’t have a husband. You and I have been living together for the past seven years, and I think I would know if you were married.”

A cold chill ran through Jodi. What did Christine mean she did not have a husband? And what was that about living together? When did that happen? Why was everything so mixed up? It must have something to do with the concussion. As she started to shake her head to clear the cobwebs, Jodi was reminded of her injuries.

“Oh, my head. Guess that wasn’t such a good idea. What happened? And how long have I been here?”

“The wreck was this morning on your way to the office. You skidded in the rain and hit a guardrail head on. The Beemer is pretty much totaled, but I’m just glad that you are okay.”

“Beemer, what Beemer? I drive a 6-year-old Chevy with bald tires. It wasn't due to be replaced for at least another year. I don’t understand what is going on. Why is everything so jumbled up?”

“It must be the concussion. Give it some time, and I’m sure that everything will make sense. Just rest for now, and everything will be okay.”

As Christine left to speak with the nurse and doctor, Jodi lay in bed, thoughts running through her mind. Why was everything so confused? This was a nightmare; would she ever wake up?

When Christine returned to the room, she told Jodi the hospital was going to keep her overnight just to make sure everything was okay. It was time for her to leave, but she would be back in the morning to meet with the doctor and to take Jodi home. Not trusting her voice, Jodi simply nodded and then gasped in surprise when Christine leaned down and gave her a kiss goodbye. A kiss on the lips no less! What was all this about?

“Oh, Christine. Before you go, did they find my purse? I just want to make sure I have everything.”

“Yep, the paramedics brought it in with you. Here it is. Just promise me you won’t over do. See ya tomorrow. We love you.”

She loves me? Where did that come from? Jodi thought as she lay in the bed. We’re close friends and look out for each other, but love me? She probably just meant the friendship type of love, like between sisters or best friends. Wait a minute, she said we love you. Who is the other part of the ‘we’?

Still mulling over these thoughts, Jodi reached for her purse. “Wait a minute, this isn’t mine,” she said, then realized she was speaking to an empty room. This purse was obviously some kind of designer bag, with very expensive looking straps and attention to detail, whereas her purse was a fake leather number she had bought on clearance. As she remembered it, the covering was starting to peel and the straps were unravelling. She opened the designer bag and discovered a matching wallet and notepad.

Well, I know this can’t possibly be mine. I’ve never owned anything this nice or expensive in my life. Curious as to exactly who the purse did belong, Jodi opened the wallet, searched for a driver’s license, and got the shock of a lifetime. It was her picture on the license; well, a much better looking version of her, with a shorter, perkier haircut and gorgeous makeup. It was like looking at herself with a very expensive makeover. The face was the same, however the name and address were wrong. The last name on the license was Russell—her maiden name—not Williams, her married name. The address was located in a very expensive, trendy part of town, a neighborhood she and Ralph once dreamed of moving to. What was that address and name doing on her driver’s license? She was so confused.

Jodi lay in bed, jumbled thoughts running through her mind. She turned on the TV, anything to calm her thoughts down. Well at least that was still the same. Everything was still on at the right time and on the right channel. Jodi fell asleep with the remote control in her hand, thoughts of Christine, the driver’s license, and all the mixed up things still running through her mind.

Chapter 5

“Good morning, Ms. Russell. And how are we feeling today?” the nurse asked as she opened the curtains.

There was that name again. Why was everyone using her maiden name instead of her married one? Even Christine, who had met Ralph several times, was pretending that he and her marriage didn't exist. Jodi wanted more than anything to talk to Christine about all the changes and mix-ups that were happening.

Just as Jodi was thinking about her, in walked Christine, carrying a small garment bag.

“Good morning, sweetheart. Brought your clothes, just as I promised. We’ll have you out of here just as soon as the doctor does your final checkup. Unless you would rather stay here, of course.”

Finishing, Christine bent down and planted a huge, wet, horny kiss on Jodi’s lips. “Oh, I’m sorry sweetie. I totally forgot how much you hate kissing before you’ve had a chance to brush your teeth, and here I am with your toothbrush. Let me get your stuff so you can get ready.”

Taking the offered luggage, Jodi stepped into the connecting bathroom and closed the door behind her. As she stepped into the shower, Jodi could hear the doorknob rattling, but was unwilling to step out of the warm, relaxing spray of water. After towelling off and blow drying her hair, Jodi reached into the garment bag for a clean outfit. Not recognizing any of the clothes, she was horrified to think Christine had bought her new clothes to bring to the hospital. Perhaps Ralph refused to give Christine any of her clothing in order to punish her for wrecking the car. But wait, while these clothes were in wonderful condition, they weren't exactly new. The sizes were too small as well. How was she ever going to fit into the tight clothes?

Taking a chance, Jodi pulled on the expensive undergarments and found they fit perfectly. Sizes must run bigger in the more expensive clothes, Jodi thought as she continued to dress. Where did Christine get these clothes? Since she and Christine didn't wear the same size they couldn't possibly be hers. Now more confused than ever, Jodi stepped out of the bathroom, intent on questioning Christine further.

“What’s up with the closed door? You know I like watching you shower. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear we were back at the beginning of our relationship, eight years ago. You seem so stilted and withdrawn,” Christine queried as she took the luggage out of Jodi's hand.

Jodi was still so confused. Relationship? What was she talking about? “I don’t know Christine. It must have been the wreck. Everything seems so different now; I’m just trying to get my bearings. I’m sorry if I’ve offended you in any way.”

“Honey, that’s not what I meant. I’m just worried about you and want to make sure everything is okay between us. It is isn’t it?”

“Yeah, as far as I know. Just be patient with me and let me play catch-up for a little while, okay?”

“No problem. In fact, I can be the most patient of lovers. Let me show you just how patient.” And with that Christine crossed over to Jodi, embraced her, and planted a deep, sensual kiss on her lips. Jodi was in total shock. She had never been kissed like that before, certainly not by a woman, or even Ralph for that matter. Just as Jodi started to warm up to the embrace and kiss, Christine released her and stepped back, with a grin that spread ear to ear on her face.

“We can take it as slow and gentle as you want, Jodi.” Christine drove the point home by running just the tip of her tongue around her lips and smiling innocently.

Just at that point, the doctor walked in on his daily rounds. After he placed his stethoscope on Jodi’s chest, and checked her eyes, he declared her fit to return home. His suggestion was to take it easy for the remainder of the day, and to call if she had any bad headaches or loss of motor function. After he handed Christine a prescription for a mild painkiller, the doctor left the room.

“Come on, honey. Let’s go home.”

“That sounds good Christine. Maybe once I get in familiar surroundings everything will make sense.”

“I’m sure it will. You just need to get home and relax. Let us take care of you.”

Pushing the wheelchair through the patient pickup, Christine stopped beside a new silver SUV. As Jodi was wheeled around the front to enter the passenger side, she noticed the personalized license plate on front, ‘Jodi’s Creations 2.’

“What a gorgeous new car. This is the new BMW X5 series; I’ve always wanted one like this. Who died and left you the money for it? And while we’re at it, I noticed the license plate. That was the name of the interior design company I always wanted to start, if I just had the money. How did you know about my company name?”

Christine didn't answer, but Jodi noticed that worried look again, this time the look passed between Christine and the nurse. What was going on? Why wouldn't Christine answer any of her questions? Maybe once she got home, Ralph would fill her in.

Driving away from the hospital, Jodi noticed after the first few miles that they were going in the wrong direction for her house. Mentioning it to Christine, she got the same response she had before, a very vague, no answer reply. Jodi decided to just wait for the answers that had been promised once she got home.

They pulled into the driveway of a huge, incredibly gorgeous house, and Jodi followed Christine through the front door. She acted as if she knew who lived here.

Jodi stared in awe upon entering the living room. The decorations were perfect; every color, every print, every accessory seemed to be designed just for this home. Taken apart, the decorations could be considered a little strange, but together they produced the most awe-inspiring, peaceful and cozy home she had ever seen. Continuing to glance around the room, Jodi kept looking around at all the accessories, including the multitude of picture frames filling the shelves and walls. Almost every photo was a picture of her and Christine in different places, some obviously foreign locations and settings. Tears came to Jodi’s eyes as she racked her brain to remember just one minute of any trip, and nothing would come. Turning to Christine, Jodi tearfully questioned what was going on. Where exactly were they and why couldn’t she remember anything?

Motioning for Jodi to sit beside her on the sofa, Christine began to fill in the missing parts. She and Jodi had lived together for over seven years as a lesbian couple and this was their home.

“I live here? This place is gorgeous! Who did the decorating?”

“You did, or rather your company did. In fact, we first met when you were working at Interiors R Us, your first interior design job. You did so well that you left and opened your own company, Jodi's Creations, and took a lot of your old customers with you. Things were pretty lean for the first few years, but you finally got established enough so I could leave my job and come to work with you full time as your bookkeeper. It's funny, but I still miss that small first office sometimes.”

“Small office? How big is the office now?”

“Well, I'm not sure how big space-wise it is, but we employ over forty designers and employees.”

“Good god. Are we successful?”

“Well, let me put it this way. The BMW X5 SUV you liked so much that brought you home was one of a pair; we treated each other with the extra profits this year. We've only had them about three months, but thank god that was the car you had the wreck in. Your old car wouldn't have protected you nearly as well.”

As they talked, Jodi sat perfectly still, all her energy focused on trying to make sense of what Christine was telling her. What had happened to her life? How could things be so mixed up? This life that Christine described was everything she had ever wanted, everything she had ever dreamed of, but it was just that, a dream. Jodi had stopped dreaming long ago. The years of living with Ralph had killed that within her. But now, was it possible? Could this really be happening to her? Was this really her life? Her mind was still in turmoil when Christine brought her back to reality.

“You okay, sweetie? You look a little pale.”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Just trying to remember any of the things we just discussed. I can remember back to the minute before the wreck, but nothing matches up at all with the life you just described. Did the doctor say this confusion was normal?”

“The doctor warned that your memories might be muddled for a little while. I am supposed to slowly introduce you to your life and all the pieces, step by step. My problem is he didn’t say how quickly or slowly.”

“I’m okay for now. I would rather get it all in one fell swoop than in bits and pieces. Just as I adjust to one surprise another one blind-sides me. Keep on going; I’ll let you know if I go into overload.”

Taking a deep breath, Christine continued on. “The other big surprise is that we are two and a half months pregnant.”

A rush of pure joy ran through Jodi before she could contain herself. The smile that stayed on her face didn't match the flatness of her speech. “Okay, I guess the next question is, which one of us is pregnant? The doctor never mentioned anything about a baby, so I’ll assume that it’s you. Are you pregnant?”

A huge smile broke across Christine’s face as she nodded her agreement. “Yep, just you, me, and the turkey-baster. We are due just in time for Christmas.”

Jodi just sat there trying to take in everything she had just been told. First, she was a lesbian and had had the same lover for over seven years. Second, they were having a baby! A dream she never thought would come true. Last of all, she owned a profitable, very profitable if Christine was correct, interior design firm; something that she had always wanted to do. Wow! How could she have forgotten all of this? It just did not make sense.

Looking back at Christine, Jodi tried to dig up all the emotions and memories associated with her. It was just a day or so ago when they were next-door neighbors. However, she had started to have fantasies about her; sexual fantasies, and she did always go to her for comfort from Ralph. Christine seemed to build her up and told her to believe in herself. Maybe the other life she remembered was just a bad dream, and this was her reality. Anyway, reality or not, she was here and unless she wanted to end up in the psycho ward, she’d better get in tune.

As she reached over to Christine, she held up her hand, wordlessly asking permission. Receiving agreement, Jodi placed her hand on Christine stomach, feeling just the beginning of a soft little basketball. Tracing the contours of the edges with her fingers, she could feel Christine start to move under her hand. Not knowing why, Jodi continued the movement, going further and further from the original starting point. Strange feelings were coursing through her, unfamiliar yet pleasant ones. She began to rub her legs together and she could feel her nipples starting to harden. The stroking was obviously having an effect on Christine as well. The more Jodi moved her hand, the more Christine started to writhe on the couch, with an occasional moan escaping from her.

Quickly Jodi removed her hand, as if Christine had suddenly turned red hot. She jumped up, walked over to the pictures on the wall, and pretended to study them.

“Jodi, what’s wrong? Did I do something?”

“No, not at all. It’s me. This is all so unfamiliar, but comfortable. I can’t believe how carried away I just was and it scared me. I have never been with another woman and I’m not sure I am ready for it. Please be patient with me, I promise I’ll get it together soon.”

“Sweetheart, you take as much time as you need. I know you don’t remember, but you were the one who was patient with me initially. I was so scared and terrified of what the world would think, but with your love and patience, we overcame my challenges.”

More comfortable than she had been in the last two days, Jodi sat back down with Christine and they talked for the rest of the day. After dinner, they took their drinks out to the back porch and continued the discussion from earlier. At first Jodi had been surprised when Christine poured her a glass of wine, but evidently this was part of their usual evening ritual.

“Aren't you joining me? Why only the one glass?”

“Oh, sorry. Do you want something else? I just assumed... At least one of us can still drink.” Christine laughed as she patted her rounded tummy.

“No that's fine. Just curious.”

Now Jodi refilled her glass for the second time. She realized that she should stop since she was unaccustomed to drinking more than the rare glass of wine, but she was worried, now concerned about the sleeping arrangements. Christine had mentioned they had been a lesbian couple for the last seven years, and she assumed that involved sex in some fashion. Not that sex with Ralph was anything to write home about, but this was an entirely new arena. Lesbian sex was something that had never entered her mind; she had no idea what to do or how to do it. Christine had promised to be patient, but how long would she be willing to wait? What would she expect in bed? Jodi returned from her daydreaming by a touch on her shoulder.

“Sweetie, I’m beat and heading to bed. Are you ready to crash?” Christine asked.

“Yeah, I guess I’m ready too.”

As they walked down the hall to their bedroom, Christine stepped into the bathroom to get ready for bed and left Jodi alone. As Jodi looked around, the beauty of the room stunned her; the bedding highlighted the colors in the draperies, which were matched by the throw pillows on the recliners. Jodi opened the closet door, looked in, and had absolutely no idea which clothes were hers. As she looked over at the twin dressers, again, she wondered which was hers? Jodi gave up, sat on the bed, and waited until Christine came out of the restroom dressed for bed.

“What’s the matter Jodi? Why aren’t you ready for bed?”

“I don’t know which dresser is mine. I couldn’t change into my nightclothes.”

“Well, first thing, you usually don’t sleep in clothes at night. If you want, I’ll loan you some of mine for the evening. This dresser and closet are yours by the way.”

Jodi rummaged through the drawers of her dresser, trying to find something to wear for bed. Unfortunately, there were no nightgowns or pajamas, just as Christine had warned. Not feeling comfortable enough to go naked, Jodi took Christine up on her offer of a nightgown. After she changed, Jodi waited for Christine to get into bed, so she would know which side of the bed was hers. As Christine rolled over to kiss her goodnight, she evidently noticed the hesitation on Jodi’s part so she ended up with a kiss on the forehead. After Christine turned the lights off, Jodi quickly fell asleep after the long, mentally and emotionally draining day.

Chapter 6

Jodi’s eyes fluttered open as she tried to remember where she was. She remembered her new existence that had started just yesterday with Christine and the baby. At some point, Christine had rolled over and spooned against her back, placing one arm under her head and the other over her shoulder, with her hand lightly cupping a breast. As still as possible so she would not wake her, Jodi lay in bed, her thoughts all jumbled up. As she thought hard, trying to dredge up a memory, any memory, Jodi realized her nipples were growing hard. She glanced down and noticed that Christine was lightly running her thumb over the hardening bud, playfully teasing. Jodi turned her head to look at Christine, who was still sound asleep. She had to do something and quick, but the rubbing felt so good and since Christine was asleep, what harm could it do? As she lay there, with her nipples growing harder and larger, Jodi realized that she was grinding her hips into the mattress and that moisture had started to form between her legs.

Reluctantly disengaging herself from Christine, Jodi crept to the bathroom, staying as quiet as possible. Jodi shut the door before turning on the light; she really needed some alone time and didn't want to risk waking Christine. She looked around the bathroom, still amazed at the simple beauty she had seen earlier in the evening. The room was huge, offering both a whirlpool tub large enough for two as well as a glass shower with gleaming brass fixtures. It was the antique fainting bench that Jodi collapsed onto as she continued to look around her.

While she would normally want to investigate the decor more, her body was now demanding her attention. Impatient with being ignored, her body was sending signals that required a response. Lying back on the bench, Jodi slid her hand under the nightgown and continued with what Christine had started in bed. She was an old hand at masturbation thanks to Ralph and his inept attempts at sex. With one hand she rolled her nipple between the thumb and forefinger, and used the other hand to press her palm against the moist mound between her legs. As her nipples started forming little rocks, Jodi ran her thumb over her quivering womanhood, rubbing through her silk panties. Finally, she slid the sopping panties down her legs and dropped them to the floor.

As she slipped just the tip of her forefinger into her dripping pussy, Jodi gasped with pleasure; the other times had never felt this good. Continuing to finger herself, Jodi’s pleasure crashed when the light turned on and Christine stood in the doorway.

“I heard moaning and wanted to make sure you were all right.”

“I am so sorry I woke you up. This is so embarrassing,” Jody panted.

“No, it isn’t. What it is, is sooooo hot. You got me wet just by listening to you. Okay, to be honest, the moaning did wake me up and I was concerned, but I have been watching you in the dark for the past few minutes. Now I’m hot and wet myself. Ready to experiment?”

*

As Christine leaned against the doorframe, her body reacted to the sight in front of her. Already deeply aroused from the moaning that woke her and the show Jodi unknowing briefly performed, Christine knew she couldn't wait much longer. The pregnancy had made her hornier than ever, but she had made herself swear to wait until Jodi was more acclimated and feeling better before she made any advances. Perhaps now was the right time?

Jodi still hadn't responded verbally, but her hands seemed to give Christine the answer she sought. The object of her desire was lying back on the bench, her legs spread wide with her hands doing things that made Christine quiver with impatience. No longer waiting on an answer, Christine walked over to the chair and dropped to her knees. Removing Jodi’s hand and fingers, Christine placed her mouth over Jodi’s dripping mound, gently applying pressure with her lips on Jodi’s lower ones. Allowing Jodi time to adjust to the new feeling, Christine waited for a sign to continue, and it came within moments. Jodi shifted on the bench and spread her legs wider, giving Christine more access. Very slowly, she inserted the tip of her tongue into Jodi’s awaiting love hole, just enough to test the waters and taste her juice. Withdrawing, Christine decided to prolong the pleasure as much as possible by licking softly and blowing on the lips of Jodi’s labia. When she heard Jodi moaning, Christine picked up the pace just a bit, flicked her tongue in and out of Jodi’s pussy, and teased it with pressure. Jodi reached down, grabbed Christine by the back of the head, and forced her face further and deeper. Laying her tongue completely against the length of her labia, Christine grinned at the reaction and response from Jodi. Deciding it was time, Christine stood up and led Jodi back to their bed, pausing to kiss and suck as they walked the few steps back into the bedroom. Christine's body was screaming with frustration, totally unaccustomed to waiting for her own pleasure. She knew she needed to be slow and patient with Jodi this evening. The way Jodi responded to Christine's attentions let her know that somehow, someway, this was a first-time experience for Jodi.

Christine smiled as she remembered her first time and how the experience both terrified and electrified her. Jodi had been very loving and patient those many years ago, giving her all the time she needed to get used to the idea of sharing her body with a woman. Christine's body reacted as she remembered just how hot her first lesbian experience had been. Somehow in some comic twist of fate, Christine was able to repay Jodi for that very special first time this evening. She wanted to make sure Jodi received her full attention. Her own needs would just have to wait.

Christine pushed Jodi onto the bed, leaving her legs dangling off the edge. Kneeling onto the carpet, Christine buried her face back between Jodi’s legs, fanning the flames of desire once again. Once Jodi was moaning and pushing against Christine, she was ready.

Crawling onto the bed, Christine helped pull Jodi back onto the pillows. Christine kept Jodi constantly confused; alternating between sucking on her lips and touching her dripping wet pussy with her fingers. As Jodi moaned louder and started to grind her hips into the mattress, Christine slid down the mattress till her head rested between Jodi’s legs. Placing a pillow under Jodi’s hips, Christine was able to see the swollen labia and clit better. Tracing Jodi’s lower lips with her juice soaked finger, Christine took pleasure in watching how Jodi's labia lips twitched and jerked when she lightly touched. Rising up, Christine continued to tease and push against Jodi’s lower lips with the knuckles of the finger as she tickled the very outside edge of her love tunnel with her fingers. Christine caught Jodi's rock hard nipples lightly between her teeth and flicked them with her tongue. By this time, Christine's body was screaming for attention as well. Even as she focused on Jodi, Christine's hand kept wandering between her legs, promising but not delivering.

The more she teased, the more Jodi begged for Christine to do something, anything, to please stop teasing and get on with it. Finally, Christine took pity on her and slid a finger into her wet, pulsing love box. Gasping from the intrusion, Jodi moaned Christine’s name and started pumping her hips in rhythm to the finger strokes.

“Please God, please fuck me and fuck me now. Lick me, suck me, do something to help me,” begged Jodi.

Slipping a second finger into Jodi’s willing pussy, Christine reached down with her free hand and started rolling Jodi’s swelling clit between her thumb and forefinger. Screaming with pleasure, Jodi moved her hands onto Christine’s chest, grasping a breast in each hand. As Jodi ran her thumbs over Christine’s hardening nipples, Christine increased the pressure on Jodi’s clit. Christine finally slid down, put her face back between Jodi’s legs and lapped at her labia and clit. As Christine lapped, Jodi bucked on the bed and slammed her crotch into Christine’s face while tears escaped from her clinched eyes. Christine slid the tip of her tongue into Jodi’s wet and waiting pussy. As she rimmed the sensitive hole, Christine smiled at the response she was getting from Jodi. It had been so long since they took such time with their lovemaking that Christine was enjoying the torment she was putting Jodi under. Unfortunately, her own body was becoming more and more demanding, less patient with her slow and easy technique.

Curling her tongue into a tight tube, Christine slid it in and out, each time going further and further into Jodi’s love box. Trading tongue for two fingers, Christine grabbed Jodi’s clit with her lips and sucked and teased with her tongue, which caused Jodi to increase her bucking on the bed. By now Christine was so aroused herself she had completely soaked through her panties. As she stood up to remove them, Jodi screamed at her to not stop, to please for God’s sake finish.

Sliding back to her home position, Christine continued to tongue Jodi while using her own fingers to pleasure herself. Their desire continued to grow until they both exploded, screaming each other’s name. Once she was convinced Jodi was completely satisfied, Christine crawled back up the bed to lie next to her.

Still breathing hard Jodi rolled over and looked into Christine’s eyes, “Is it always like this? My God, I still can’t catch my breath!”

Laughing, Christine answered, “I was actually easy on you tonight. We both are pretty exhausted from the last few days and I didn’t think either of us had the strength for a full session. Besides, this finally gave me the chance to say thank you.”

“Thank you? Thank you for what?” Jodi murmured as she snuggled close to Christine.

Christine was saved from answering by Jodi's light snore. Smiling, she shifted slightly on the bed, wrapped her arms around Jodi and vowed to protect her as long as possible.

Chapter 7

As Jodi woke the next morning, she heard sounds coming from the kitchen. She stretched and looked around her.

Guess it wasn’t a dream after all. I’m still here in this gorgeous bedroom, and I assume Christine is in the kitchen. I still don’t understand what happened though. I remember none of this life and can give day-by-day details from the past ten years of my other life. Could it all have been a truly horrible nightmare?

As she rose from the bed, Jodi looked around for something to cover herself with. Her nightgown from last night was wadded up on the floor. Jodi couldn't remember exactly when it had been removed, but she did remember every other specific detail of last night's activities. Well, at least I can remember something. Jodi smiled to herself as minor electrical pulses shot through her body. Oh yeah, how well I remember!

Grabbing a robe from the back of the closet door, Jodi slipped it on and enjoyed the feel of the expensive silk against her body. She had already discovered one huge difference between her two lives; in this one, she definitely pampered herself. It was obvious money was spent and spent well. Oh, and how could she forget her BMW X5 series; a car that was worth more than she had made in the past five years at Sav-Mor.

Walking into the kitchen, Jodi was greeted by a quick hug and kiss from Christine. Laughing at her once again perfect timing, Christine informed her that breakfast was served. As she sat down to eat, Jodi noticed all of her favorite breakfast foods were in front of her; fruit, a bowl of high-fiber cereal, juice and coffee. And wonder of wonders, here was a creamer full of half and half, instead of the one percent milk Ralph forced her to buy for economy’s sake. Jodi looked over at Christine as she stirred her coffee, still amazed at the pleasure this woman gave her last night. In fact, Jodi was getting wet all over again just at the memory.

Evidently her face reflected the memory as well. Christine laughed, “Oh no you don’t you shameless hussy. If it were up to you, we would never get out of bed at all. I let you sleep in this morning, but we still have to go to work. Your day is packed, especially since we had to reschedule appointments from the last few days. So eat up and get dressed. We need to get a move on.”

“Christine, last night was wonderful. I can’t remember ever doing what we did before, but it felt so right, so natural, so perfect, especially with you. Thank you for not being too patient with me.”

“My love, as I told you yesterday, it matters not to me how long you take to get your memory back, just as long as you stay with me to do it. We were together for weeks before you ever got me into bed. I was so tied up with past history, image, and everything else I thought mattered. What I finally discovered was that only two things mattered to me; you and being true to myself. And you showed me that by simply loving me until I could appreciate it.”

Christine leaned over and kissed Jodi full on the lips and gave her a very small taste of tongue in the process. Jodi was surprised by the glint of tears she saw in the corner of Christine's eyes.

“Okay, enough of our soap opera. We really do need to get ready for work. The office has already called twice to confirm appointments and to make sure they have the right samples ready for our review. Come on, let’s just put the dishes in the sink for now, I’ll clean when we get home.”

Walking arm in arm to the bedroom, Jodi started asking questions about the work they did.

“For example, the appointments that I have today. Are they simply consultations, or are the clients further along in the process of choosing? I can probably handle consultations, but I don’t want to make an ass of myself in front of established clientele.”

“That’s no problem. You don’t have any appointments until after lunch, so we can go over each and every folder, refreshing your memory. We always do that anyway to make sure that our assistants have pulled the right samples and colors. You learned very early on to check, double check and triple check before going out on each call. It only took one or two embarrassing appointments before you had the routine nailed down right.”

“Good, I’m glad I can have some time to catch my breath. I’m sure it will all come back to me, as soon as I get into the routine, just like the doctor said it would.”

However brave her words may have sounded, Jodi still felt like jelly inside. Nothing was familiar. Feelings yes, but actual concrete things, no. How was she going to fake it when they started doing the consultations? At least Christine had promised to stick by her side, to help see her through these challenges as they came up.

Arriving at the office, Christine pulled into a reserved parking space in front, just slightly off to the side from the front door. Laughing at Jodi’s expression, she said, “As you always say, I’m paying the rent, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to walk across the parking lot to the door.”

When she pulled open the door, Jodi stepped into a Disneyland of her own design. As far as she could see were bolts and bolts of fabric standing on their ends against the walls. They were arranged by the main color in the pattern, all connecting to form a decorator’s version of a rainbow. In front of the racks was furniture; couches and easy chairs, occasional tables and settees, all in different styles and fabrics. Jodi walked around and rubbed her hands over the furniture and fabric, pulled out bolts of yard goods, and looked at the colors and textures. How was it possible she owned all of this? In her wildest dreams Jodi had never imagined anything as incredible as this showroom. Her boldest wish before was to have a few sample books and work out of a spare bedroom at the house.

*

Watching Jodi walk around the showroom, Christine was once again overcome with love for this incredible woman. From the time they met over eight years ago to the car wreck two days ago, Jodi had never once doubted they belonged together. Jodi was the one who had chased Christine, who had created a safe and welcoming haven from her horrible past, and convinced her that it was normal and right to be a lesbian. And for that, she owed Jodi the world and her life; and the life of the little one she was carrying for them. When she received the phone call about the wreck, Christine had been afraid her life was over, that Jodi was dead. Never did she expect this challenge. Amnesia?

Christine was not sure what the problem was with Jodi’s memory, but she would do whatever she could to make Jodi well again. Hours had been spent in consultations with the foremost brain and head doctors in the country over the past few days. No one could find any physiological reason for Jodi’s memory loss. The doctors agreed it would come back in time, to just be patient and get her back into her normal routine as quickly and gently as possible.

Personally Christine thought they should take a week or two off, go away and let Jodi recuperate, and remember on her own. The doctors however were dead set against it. Their feeling was the longer she was sheltered, the harder it would be to get back into a routine and recover her memory. So here they were, back at work, the day after she got out of the hospital.

Guiding Jodi to their office, Christine reminded her that the showroom would be opening in about thirty minutes so the employees would be arriving any minute. To keep confusion at a minimum, she suggested Jodi remain in the office and look through the one-way mirror. Christine would greet the employees personally, calling them by name so Jodi could identify them. The look in Jodi's eyes confirmed Christine's fear, Jodi still didn't remember anything about their life, even about the company that she had singlehandedly built. What was going to jog her memory? Was there anything that would make her remember their life together?

Over the next fifteen to twenty minutes, as each employee would enter the store, Jodi jotted a quick description of them along with their color of hair and some personnel notes. Once Christine had greeted them, she added the name as well. Christine noticed the notebook upon her return to the office, but chose not to comment on it. Whatever it took for Jodi to remember was okay with her.

Jodi and Christine spent most of the morning going over each client’s folder. The first step in each consultation process was to take digital photos of every possible angle in every room under consideration. Accompanying the photos was a questionnaire filled out at the first meeting, noting suggestions by the decorator, and every request by the client. Jodi’s Creations then went one step further; they made detailed notes on the behavior patterns of every family member. This novel approach to creating a livable, workable, and fashion-conscious interior was one of the main reasons Jodi’s Creations had been so successful in a market that had a multitude of competitors.

The afternoon appointments went surprisingly well. Christine was amazed, for even though Jodi swore she had never seen these homes, she seemed to instinctively know what to suggest, the colors that would be perfect together, and how to present that information to the clients. They finished up the afternoon appointments with no problems, returned the paperwork to the office, and prepped for the next day. Finishing early, they packed it up and headed home. As they discussed dinner plans on the ride home, Jodi and Christine decided to go out to eat and go to the club afterwards. Christine bit back a smile and wondered how Jodi was going to react to a lesbian club.

*

Entering the darkened, pulsating room, Jodi was assaulted by stimuli coming at her from all directions. It had been years since she was in a club, long before Ralph appeared in her life. But even her past experience didn't prepare her for the scene unfolding around her. Jodi stopped in her tracks and watched in shock as the couples danced and groped each other on the dance floor. Laughing at Jodi's expression, Christine pulled Jodi on the dance floor. Wrapping Jodi in her arms, Christine started moving to the music.

“You're not in Kansas any more, Dorothy. Just relax and let your body move with mine,” Christine whispered into Jodi's ear. At first Jodi was very resistant, moving stiffly against Christine’s body. Aroused by the music and by Christine, Jodi quickly got into the mood. Their two bodies started slowly swaying together to the beat of the music, and Jodi could feel the moisture form between her legs. She reached up and tentatively kissed Christine on the pulsing artery in her neck. She was still very self-conscious out on the dance floor where everyone could see her. Glancing briefly around, Jodi quickly realized no one was paying attention to them, every other couple was deep into their own various stages of love making. Emboldened by the music and her own desire, Jodi ran her tongue up and down Christine's neck, lapping at the wildly pulsing artery, and keeping in rhythm to their swaying. Christine moaned deep in her throat and pulled Jodi tighter. Jodi gasped as Christine slid her leg between hers; however, she soon found herself grinding against Christine in desire. She glanced at Christine, who smiled knowingly. Returning kiss for kiss, the two danced, swayed and necked, inflaming their desires, until they broke the embrace, both dripping wet from their arousal.

As they returned to the private booth, Jodi pulled away from Christine and tried to cool off by rolling the ice cold glass across her head and throat. What was it about Christine that had her so aroused? Never before had Jodi ever wanted anyone so badly and so often. Jodi was still amazed at how natural all this was.

She had been heterosexual for her entire life and spent ten years in a heterosexual relationship with her husband Ralph. However, this homosexual relationship with Christine seemed so right, so loving, so comfortable. Which was correct? Was she homosexual or heterosexual? And with whom had she spent the past seven years?

All she knew for sure was that no one had ever made her feel this way before. If it wasn't for the presence of the other patrons, Jodi was afraid of just how she would have responded on the dance floor. Every nerve in her body was screaming in anticipation and her clit was already throbbing just thinking about what could happen later. Jodi was still thinking about options for the evening when she felt a hand slide under her skirt. Luckily, Jodi had followed Christine’s advice and left her panties in the car before they walked into the club. Initially shocked at Christine's boldness, Jodi quickly warmed to the wandering hand's attention. She spread her legs slightly, encouraging Christine to investigate further.

Christine’s fingers advanced up Jodi thigh, tickling ever so slightly as they continued toward their main objective. As Christine’s finger got closer, Jodi got wetter and wetter, her clit hardening with the memory of just what those fingers had done last night.

Just when Jodi thought Christine was finally going to reach and touch her aching clit, the hand was removed. A moan escaped from Jodi before she could catch herself.

“Christine, why did you stop? What you were doing is okay with me,” Jodi moaned, her voice little more than a whisper, strangled with desire.

“Oh, I know it’s okay with you. I can feel your heat and wetness. I just want to dance a little more,” Christine said with an evil grin. She pulled a very reluctant Jodi to her feet and the dance floor.

This time Jodi was much more demonstrative on the dance floor. Her arousal removed all sense of decorum as she ground her hips and cunt onto Christine with every dance step.

Every time Christine looked into Jodi’s eyes, she could see the pleading in them, the naked desire burning forth. Finally Christine took pity on Jodi, stopped dancing, and headed toward the table.

Stopping to pick up their drinks, Christine led Jodi down a dark hall, constantly touching and kissing her along the way. Arriving at a locked door, Christine removed a key from her pocket and slipped it into the lock. Continuing to kiss and fondle her, Christine pushed Jodi inside, never breaking contact with Jodi’s lips and breasts.

To Christine’s disappointment, Jodie pushed her away and looked around in amazement. As her gaze roved over the bed, a recliner large enough for two, a fireplace and a hot tub built into the floor she turned to Christine.

“What is this?” Jody panted.

“Just a little room that we have access to from time to time. When we come dancing, we never can seem to make it home. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Returning to their previous endeavor briefly, Christine finally stepped back and pushed Jodi onto the bed as she removed her blouse. Her perky, size B breasts freely released, she returned to minister to Jodi. Jodi must have been ready to step up the pace. Reaching up, she placed her hands on the available breasts, squeezing and tickling with her thumbs and fingers. As Christine swung one leg over to straddle her, Jodi shifted so her lips were now on the hard, swelling nipples resting directly over her. Taking playful nips with her teeth, Jodi sucked and suckled, her growing arousal showing with each movement. Christine noticed a brief, very brief moment of confusion and fear in Jodi's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by desire as Christine slid her hand between Jodi's legs.

As Jodi continued to lick and suck on her breasts, Christine removed Jodi’s clothing, piece by piece, pausing to lick and kiss each body part as it was revealed. She had to laugh when Jodi pushed her away and ripped off her own clothing, tired of the teasing game Christine was playing. Just a quick glance at Jodi and Christine knew she was ready, actually more than ready for her. When Jodi started to rotate her hips and grind onto the mattress, Christine stood up and completely undressed. By now Jodi was moaning on the bed, crying for Christine to come back and play.

Shaking her head no, Christine reached down, pulled Jodi off the bed and led her down into the hot tub. Continuing to kiss and fondle each other, they sat on the bench, their embraces becoming harder and more erotic. Christine shifted so that her legs were wrapped around Jodi, forcing pussy-to-pussy and allowing easy access for both of their hands. Slipping fingers into their partners, both started grinding into each other, finger fucking harder and harder, with their kisses becoming deeper and deeper. Sliding slowly down the bench, Christine positioned their bodies in front of one of the pulsing water jets. Moaning the first time the jet pushed water into them, they both opened up wider to receive more and more of the pressure against their hugely swollen clits. Losing themselves in the movement of the water pulses and pushing multiple fingers into their partner’s pussies, they continued until they both erupted with screams of pleasure. Still riding the pulses and each other fingers, they bucked and humped until they collapsed in each other’s arms.

Floating in the warm, slowly moving water, they both relaxed until their breathing returned to normal. Christine was the first to leave the tub, reminding Jodi that she could only take a very limited amount of heat due to the pregnancy. Lying back on the bed, Christine called for Jodi to join her. Toweling off, Jodi crawled up next to Christine, leaning on her elbows to look down at her lover’s satisfied face.

“My God, how often do we do this?” Jody squawked, her voice harsh and raspy from their lovemaking.

“Every time we go dancing. Seems like you can’t get enough or get it quick enough. We finally broke down and bought a time-share when we could afford it. Makes a lot more sense than the backseat of the Honda we used to own.”

“You said time share. Other people own this room as well?”

“Actually, there are 10 rooms, all equipped the same. There is a master key that fits each one, so the availability is first come, first serve. Once we have the room, it remains ours until we leave. The room and hot tub are thoroughly cleaned after each visit.”

Seeing the look in Jodi’s eyes, Christine knew her level of arousal was growing again. After seven years, they could predict with just a look exactly what each other needed.

Christine smiled as Jodi reached up and traced the contours of her face. She was enjoying the soft, almost tentative touching when she realized Jodi's fingers were shaking.

“Are you okay? Is this all too much for you?” Christine asked, concern pouring out with her words.

“No, I'm okay, in fact I'm more than okay. I'm just trying to get my bearings, that’s all. Somehow, it's like I've known you intimately all my life; you seem to know just what to do to excite me. I want to get inside you, to feel and taste your very essence, to absorb you. I can't get close enough to you.”

“I feel the same way. It's as it we were part of the same person, our bodies, minds and spirits melding together. It's always been this way with us, since the beginning.”

As Christine continued to talk, she rolled Jodi onto her back, straddled her body once again, and shifted her weight onto her hands. Taking her time, now that the initial heat was dispelled, Christine slowly and teasingly licked Jodi’s lips, sliding her tongue into her mouth, and lightly tickling the inside of her mouth. Christine shifted to Jodi’s left ear, tracing the exterior portion and then darting the tongue in and out, sucking on her earlobe.

As Christine continued to nip and lick, Jodi’s naked leg slipped between Christine’s, pushing against her swelling mound. Moving her lips slowly down Jodi’s naked, damp, glistening body, Christine paused at her breasts to press her tongue flat against the nipples. She could feel the nipples harden, causing her to clamp her lips tightly over the peak. Flicking her tongue back and forth across the nipple as she rolled it between her teeth, Christine slipped her hand between Jodi’s legs, softly and slowly stroking the inside of her thighs. As Christine switched to the other breast, Jodi slipped her hand between Christine’s legs. Encouraged by Jodi’s interest, Christine stepped up her pace, teasing each breast until both nipples were fully engorged and extended. Turning on the bed, Christine straddled Jodi’s face while placing her own between Jodi’s legs. Smiling at the visible moisture on Jodi’s lower lips, Christine chose to take her time and prolong the pleasure. Lightly licking the inside of Jodi’s thighs, Christine pointedly ignored the twitching and pulsing motions of her clit. Moving closer and closer to the center of Jodi’s pleasure, Christine shifted and very gently licked the outer edges of the mound, lightly running her tongue up and down her slit. Feeling Jodi lift her hips, Christine shifted her knees to move closer to Jodi’s mouth. Feeling Jodi’s tongue tentatively reaching to touch, Christine provided encouragement by rocking against the tongue. As Christine continued to lick Jodi’s slit, she was now occasionally slipping her tongue into her love canal, slowing dragging on Jodi’s clit as she withdrew.

As Jodi’s moans increased, so did the licking and sucking on Christine’s part. Tonguing Jodi’s clit and pussy, Christine increased the pressure and tempo, moving faster and faster, slipping first one finger then a second into Jodi’s drenched pussy. Jodi in return had finally fully engaged her tongue on Christine, licking and stroking, sucking her juice. Finally both partners abandoned all attempts at decorum and licked, sucked, bit and stroked each other with tongues and fingers until both were dripping. Grinding her pussy harder onto Jodi’s face, Christine reciprocated to the pleasure by fingering Jodi’s ass, slipping her sopping wet finger ever so slightly into the puckered hole. Jodi immediately pulled away, but Christine was having none of that. Wrapping her arm around one leg, not only did Christine pin Jodi to the mattress, but also opened her legs wider for easier access. Sliding again into her back door, Jodi’s moans of pain quickly switched to those of pleasure, riding Christine fingers like a bronco buster; one finger in each hole, sliding in and out on her juices. Faster and faster the fingers flew, pushing against the walls to create wave after wave of electrical current for Jodi’s enjoyment. Jodi finally came with a violent shudder.

As soon as she started climaxing, Christine also erupted, sending rolling waves of liquid honey down into Jodi’s waiting face. The two rode their climaxes, both bodies slamming into each other as the pulsing waves of pleasure rolled over them. Screaming each other’s names, their love canals clamped down on the pleasuring fingers, sucking and pulsing on them, surfing on the waves. Finally totally spent, Christine collapsed onto the mattress, still facing Jodi’s feet. As soon as she could get her breathing under control, she turned and spooned into Jodi, surrounding her with her arms.

“Jodi, my love, why are you crying?”

“I can’t believe that I could forget something this incredible. I never knew your body could give and receive such pleasure. You seem to know just where and how to touch and what excites me. How did you learn to do it?”

“You taught me. When we first started together, you told me to pretend that I was touching myself. What excited me would surely excite you. And it worked. I learned over the years to read your body like a book. I can tell when you are ready to climax, how to back down to prolong the pleasure when I want and when to speed up to keep you entertained. We have been together long enough to be able to give pleasure to each other in a multitude of ways, this just being one of them.”

“You mean there’s more than this? I’m not sure if I can take anymore!”

“Oh, you can and you will. Let’s take a nap for just a little while and then go home. We have appointments scheduled for most of the day tomorrow.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, Jodi and Christine dozed briefly, giving each other a much needed chance to restore their energy. Awaking after just an hour or so, they dressed and returned home.

Chapter 8

Jodi opened her eyes the next morning to sunlight pouring into their bedroom window. Quickly glancing at the clock, she realized they’d overslept, evidently a response to the late night dancing, among other things.

Both Jodi and Christine jumped out of bed and flew through their morning preparations, only leaving thirty minutes later than normal. Luckily their first appointment was not until after lunch. Jodi worried all morning about the explosion she expected from Christine. It was Jodi’s fault the alarm clock did not go off. Unfamiliar with the settings, she had set the clock for seven pm instead of seven am, totally destroying their morning routine. The scary part was Christine did not seem to be upset; she even helped Jodi get ready! Not remembering well enough to know what to expect from Christine’s temper, Jodi was careful all day to be extremely solicitous.

Jodi steeled herself for the physical and emotional tantrum she well deserved; and it never came. Finally that evening at home after dinner, it happened.

Christine dropped her fork. It clattered against her plate and made Jodi startle.

“Why are you so jumpy?” Christine asked. “Have I done something wrong? Something to upset you?”

“Upset me? Good Lord, no! I’m the one that really missed up our morning. I’m the one that set the alarm clock wrong. I’ve just been waiting for your punishment.”

“Punishment? What punishment? Everyone makes mistakes. Why in the world would you think you deserve punishment?”

“All I know is that every time I would mess up, Ralph would chastise me in some way, either physical or mental. He said that’s what committed couples do.”

Here’s Ralph again. I thought we had moved past that and she was getting more into reality. I guess I’ll just play along for now. This discipline thing is more important than correcting Jodi’s reality again. “Well, honey, Ralph is the one that needs to be committed. There’s no excuse for any kind of punishment in a committed relationship, or in any relationship; it's never acceptable! Well at least that explains why you were so odd today. I thought it had something to do with last night. I love you and never want you to worry about any kind of rebuke coming from me.”

Jodi had shifted so her face was in the shadows during their discussion. Once Christine finished talking, Jodi shifted again and this time Christine saw tears coursing down her lover’s face.

“Why are you crying? I told you that you weren’t in trouble! Please don’t, it tears my heart apart. What can I do to make you feel better?”

Grabbing a tissue and blotting her eyes, Jodi responded, “Oh, I’m okay. I was just so worried about making you angry the relief hit me hard. That was probably the nicest thing anyone ever said to me.” She ended with a soft sob.

Christine was horrified. The nicest thing anyone had ever said. Poor Jodi. Her false memory life must have been far worse than Christine had imagined. In order to cover up her shock, Christine changed the subject. “Come on, let’s forget about this morning and watch some TV.”

Turning the news on, the two women watched TV, finished their dinner, and retired to bed. Her heart ached for Jodi. What a shock all this must be. Although her body ached for Jodi’s touch, she realized Jodi needed major snuggling tonight. She put her arms around Jodi and relaxed as Jodi snuggled up against her shoulder.

The rest of the weekend went without any significant incident. Christine hauled out all of their photo albums, hoping to kick-start Jodi’s memory. But she could tell from the look of concentration on Jodi’s face that it wasn’t working.

“I’m sorry,” Jodi remarked, touching a picture of them in front of the Louvre Museum in Paris. “I recognize us, but I have no memory of ever being there or seeing any of this.” Tears gathered in Jodi’s eyes.

Christine tried to smile. “Well, if you can’t remember the past, we’ll have to work on making even better memories in the future.” But her heart hurt as she despaired of Jodi ever remembering all the good times they’d had together.

Starting back full time at work on Monday, the days ran into each other, one pretty much like the other. They got up in the morning, had breakfast together, and then went to work. Jodi did the original consultation work while Christine focused on the bookkeeping end of the business. After just a few days, Jodi seemed to settle into a routine.

One afternoon as they closed up the shop, Jodi paused with her hand on the door. “You know, it’s as if my life began the day I woke up in the hospital and I’ve stopped worrying about what I can and can’t remember. I’m just happy to be here, with you now.”

“I’m really glad, I just wish…” Christine bit back the words. The past wasn’t important, only the future was.

Jodi shivered.

“Are you okay?” Christine asked.

“I was just remembering a dream I used to have, a nightmare. Funny, I haven’t had it since the accident.” Jodi shrugged. “And I hope to never have it again.”

Chapter 9

In the ensuing months, Jodi and Christine maintained their sex drive and interest in each other by experimentation; each surprising their partner on occasion. However, as Christine grew with the pregnancy, they had to get more and more creative in their positions. According to the doctor, there was no reason to abstain from sex before the birth, but Christine did have to stay out of hot tubs and avoid straining positions. Days were filled with work and each other, each partner learning new and different things about the other on a daily basis. They were so well connected they could finish each other’s thoughts; one would start to point out something on TV or while driving, and the other partner would have exactly the same thought. In addition to learning things about each other, they were also preparing for the birth of their child. Now with only a very few weeks to go, Christine and Jodi still did not know the sex of their baby. They made the choice early in the pregnancy that it was more fun not to know; all they wanted was a healthy, happy child. It was irritating to friends who were baby shopping, but no amount of whining and bitching would change their minds.

The baby’s room had been ready for weeks, painted very pale green and yellow, colors that would fit either male or female. Jodi spent a very long, very frustrating weekend putting the crib and bassinette together. Finally everything was ready, just awaiting the birth. Christine cut back severely on her working hours, due to the size of her belly and her lack of energy. The office had been rearranged weeks in advance to operate in her absence, since she was planning on staying home as much as possible with the baby. Try as she might, even the reduced hours at the office drained Christine’s energy, so more and more days would go by with them simply falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Jodi’s Creations landed one of the biggest hotel chains in Phoenix. Impressed with her presentation, the CEO of Celebration Inn signed a contract to redecorate one hundred twenty-five hotels nationally for a total package of twelve and a half million dollars. This took the business to the next level; they were now millionaires. Once Christine heard about the new contract, she started working on a very special and unique treat for Jodi.

Staying home, Christine begged off from work, blaming morning sickness. She knew from the look on Jodi’s face that she was not believed, but she needed to rest up for the evening ahead. Christine had already made arrangements with their secretary to make sure Jodi was through with all her appointments no later than four pm. Arriving at home around five o’clock, Jodi walked into the house and the start of her special night.

First, Christine presented her with an iced bottle of Crystal, her favorite champagne, and her instructions for the evening. Christine required Jodi to follow every instruction she was given, no questions asked. Pouring a drink for Jodi, Christine led her into the bedroom where her clothes for the evening were laid out on the bed. Christine knew from past experience that this was Jodi's favorite dancing outfit; they had made many unique memories while Jodi wore it in the past. Next, Christine instructed Jodi to shower and dress for dinner. Turning on the water to heat, Christine undressed Jodi, slowly removing her business suit, jacket, and skirt. Softly running her fingertips up and down Jodi’s silk blouse, Christine watched her lover’s nipples grow hard under the soft fabric of her bra. Pulling off the blouse and bra, Christine rubbed her thumbs over Jodi’s engorged nipples, bending slightly to flick them with her tongue. Pushing Jodi into a corner, Christine continued to lick and suck, watching moisture stain the crotch of Jodi’s hose. Smiling, Christine rolled down the top of the panty hose, exposing Jodi’s dripping wet pussy. Christine quickly slid her fingers into that wetness and in very quick order, aroused Jodi to a minor climax.

Jodi started to lead Christine to the bed but she pulled away, laughing. “Nope, that’s it for now. I just wanted to take the edge off so we can prolong tonight as much as possible. This will probably be the last major event we have before the baby.” Pushing Jodi into the shower, Christine left to get dressed.

Christine was already in the living room, dressed and ready to go when Jodi entered. Jodi evidently had already had one or two glasses of Crystal while she was dressing. Her first move when entering the living room was to give Christine a big, wet, horny kiss that left nothing to imagination. Christine couldn't help but wonder just how Jodi had spent her time in the shower.

Gently disengaging from Jodi, Christine steered her toward the door, locking up as they left. Stepping outside, a limousine was parked at the curb, with a female driver obviously waiting on them. Raising an eyebrow, Christine gestured toward the limo and followed behind Jodi.

“I told you it was a special evening. I don’t want to worry about either one of us having to drive home. The car and driver are ours for the evening.”

In the limousine was a bucket with Crystal on ice. Jodi shot Christine a questioning look.

“Just pour a glass of bubbles and relax,” Christine reassured her. “Remember, I have a very, very special evening planned.”

Christine was so pregnant that their lovemaking had been reduced to once or twice a week, and even then it was only very simple positions. Toys were uncomfortable for Christine at this point and it was very difficult for her to get on her knees between Jodi’s legs. They had long since stopped with the 69 position; Christine’s belly was just too big. Jodi had always said that she did not mind the change; that she loved to just snuggle. While Christine believed her, she also felt guilty. The evening she had planned was one of Jodi’s fantasies. Unfortunately, Jodi probably didn’t remember it. So Christine hoped that by plying Jodi with alcohol, she would be relaxed and aroused enough to enjoy the surprise.

After a wonderful dinner at Jodi’s favorite restaurant complete with before, during, and after dinner drinks, the next stop was their usual dance club. Jodi was relaxed from all the alcohol, but what Christine had planned required a combination of total relaxation and arousal all at the same time. Entering the club, Jodi immediately started to sway and move to the music, then attempted to pull Christine on the floor.

“In a minute, give me time to catch my breath. Can we at least sit our purses down?” Christine asked.

Christine led them to a large, secluded table with two couch seats. A large sign stating ‘Reserved for Jodi’ sat in the middle of the table. Jodi again shot her a look but didn’t say anything.

They danced one or two fast dances when finally a slow one rolled around. Slow dancing was made difficult by Christine’s belly, so they ended up mainly swaying back and forth in time to the music. Locked in a tight embrace, they did more kissing and groping than dancing. Returning to the table, they continued to deep kiss and stroke each other as their arousal built to a feverish pitch. Breaking the embrace, Christine settled back onto the couch, gently pushing Jodi away when she tried to reach over again.

“Not so fast, sweetie. The night is still young and we need to pace ourselves. Here, have another glass of champagne. That’s right, nice and slow, just calm down. Oh, look, here comes Brenda, the new girl who came in last week. Let’s ask her to join us.”

Brenda had come into the store last week to apply for a decorator position. It was obvious from the very beginning that Brenda was interested in Jodi; she watched every move she made during the meeting. While they were not currently hiring, Christine made sure she kept Brenda’s phone number handy.

Once Christine started planning this special evening, Brenda was the first one she thought about. Brenda was also Jodi’s type, or at least her type before Christine came on the scene. A young, lusty lesbian, Brenda was about twenty-three years old with short, dark hair and an all-important D cup. During their phone call, Brenda agreed to assist in Christine’s plans for the evening.

Joining them on the couch, Brenda had a glass of champagne, and then asked Jodi to dance. Giving her permission, Christine watched the two of them dance; first tentatively then more in tune with each other once Jodi got over her initial reluctance. Christine laughed, knowing this was just the first of many new things for her lover to experience tonight.

Glancing over at them, Christine experienced a moment of jealousy, especially when she noticed Brenda tongue kissing Jodi and saw they were grinding their hips into each other. When they finally returned to the table, she could see Jodi was more than a little aroused and very confused.

She slid into the seat and turned to ask a question, but Christine captured her mouth in a deep, penetrating kiss instead. Jodi reached up and grabbed Christine’s breasts. Becoming too aroused, Christine finally broke away.

“Come on, let’s get out of here. We have lots more to do. Are you still joining us, Brenda?”

“I don’t understand Christine. Do you want me to do this? Why are you pushing me onto Brenda?”

“Sweetie, I feel so bad that I haven’t been able to satisfy you lately. This was a special occasion and a gift that I want to give to you. Brenda was more than willing to help us out. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

The three of them climbed into the limo, settling into the cushions with Jodi between them. Christine leaned over and turned on the stereo. As soft music filled the interior of the car, Christine started kissing Jodi slowly, trying to get her to relax. Unbuttoning Jodi’s blouse as she continued to kiss and stroke, Christine could feel Jodi finally start to relax and respond. Christine unclasped Jodi’s bra, freeing her breasts. Signaling for Brenda to join them, Christine bent down to start tickling one nipple, while Brenda took the other in her mouth. Gasping at the intrusion, Jodi tried to sit up and push Brenda away, but Christine captured her hands. Ordering her lover to relax, she was relieved when Jodi sank back into the seat and closed her eyes.

Christine very slowly slid her hand under Jodi’s dress, feeling the heat and wetness of Jodi’s crotch. Using her thumb and fingers, Christine continued to tease Jodi, arousing her further while Brenda continued to suck on Jodi’s nipples. Christine switched her attention to Jodi’s nipples, while Brenda slid to the floor. As Christine continued to nip and lick, Brenda pulled Jodi’s dress up and began to lap at her pulsating clit.

Christine gently pulled away and quickly glanced at Jodi's face. She wanted to makes sure that Jodi was enjoying all this attention; after all, the surprise was for her. She had given Brenda very specific instructions during their phone conversation, including every erotic and arousal building technique Jodi enjoyed. The look on Jodi's face was worth it. Christine had seen that look before, but only when it was the two of them. Jodi's arousal had taken complete control of her body and she couldn't stop now if she wanted. Christine smiled as Brenda kept bringing Jodi to the edge of a climax and then backing off. Jodi would squirm and moan, silently begging for more. Watching Jodi's complete arousal was a huge turn-on for Christine as well. Never before had she been able to watch so closely and attentively as her lover's arousal built. She was always personally involved herself. This voyeurism was a total turn on, and Christine wanted to get back to the party. Continuing to tease Jodi’s rock hard nipples with her lips, tongue, and teeth, Christine occasionally bit Jodi’s neck. When planning this event for Jodi, Christine wanted all the focus to be on Jodi’s pleasure and sexual arousal. Finally judging that the time was right, Brenda exchanged her tongue for fingers tightly rolled together and jammed them into Jodi, slamming back and forth, dragging her knuckles over Jodi’s G-spot. At the same time Brenda used her thumb and fingers to roll and squeeze Jodi’s clit.

As the limo drove through the city, lights flashed in and out of the back seat as Jodi rode their fingers, receiving stimulation from both Brenda and Christine. Finally with a moan starting deep in the back of her throat and erupting with a scream, Jodi climaxed.

Signalling for Brenda to stop, Christine pulled away from Jodi as Brenda helped rearrange Jodi’s clothing. It was obvious from the frustration on Jodi's face that she wasn't completely finished, but there was more to come and Christine wanted her to be left wanting. Christine poured two more glasses of champagne and handed Brenda and Jodi theirs. Jodi accepted her glass with shaking hands, tossed her head back and downed the entire glass with one gulp. After a few minutes Jodi's breathing slowed down and she sipped at a second glass of champagne. Her eyes all the while focused on Christine. As they pulled to a stop in front of a building, Jodi very gently traced the outline of Christine’s lips and face.

“Thank you for an evening I’ll never forget,” she whispered.

“But it's not over yet,” Christine replied as she leaned in to give Jodi a soft, sensual kiss.

Chapter 10

Finally reaching their destination, Brenda assisted Jodi and Christine from the limo. There was only a single solid door with a very discrete sign saying “Health Club.”

“This is it? Where are we?” Jodi asked looking around. “You surely don’t expect me to exercise tonight after all this.”

Laughing Christine responded, “No sweetie. I wouldn’t do that to you. This is a very special club. They keep it discrete for a reason.”

They were only able to step about six feet into the lobby before they were met by another solid door, this one with a one-way mirror. Reaching into her purse, Christine withdrew a card and placed it on the mirror. A buzzer sounded and she pulled open the door, gaining entrance. An attendant handed Christine an envelope as they entered. The three women walked down a hallway, filled with doors only on one side, signs indicating the suite number. Finally stopping, Christine used the key provided by the attendant and unlocked the door, opening to a room of sheer fantasy. The room was decorated as a harem, complete with sheer netting hanging from the wall and light fixtures. The floor was covered with piles of pillows and several oversized lounging couches.

“Okay, you two. Change into your bathrobes in the other room while I get things ready here,” Christine said laughing at Jodi’s expression.

Grabbing Jodi’s hand, Brenda led her into the other room, complete with a private bathroom. Hanging on the wall were three long, white, fluffy bathrobes. Stripping off all their clothes, Jodi and Brenda slipped on the robes, shivering at the soft, velvet-like touch of the fabric. Entering the main room, Jodi discovered that Christine had already set up a bar, complete with several iced bottles of Crystal and more champagne glasses.

“You don’t think I’m going to drink all that do you?” Jodi questioned. “I’m already a little loopy from the alcohol you’ve poured down me this evening. Between the alcohol and you and Brenda, my head is spinning already.”

“Baby, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Christine countered, carrying over glasses for the two women. “Like I told you earlier, you have to do what I tell you this evening without hesitation or question.”

With these instructions, Christine grabbed Jodi in a tight embrace, slipped her tongue into her mouth and her hand between her legs. Smiling at the moisture she found there, Christine continued to tease with fingers and tongue until she felt herself becoming aroused. Quickly releasing Jodi, Christine stepped back and walked over to Brenda, who had been watching their interaction. Whispering into her ear, Christine gave a new set of instructions.

Following orders, Brenda led Jodi to another door on the opposite side of the room. As the door was opened, Jodi stepped into a health club unlike any she had ever seen. While all the women wore the same bathrobes, many were completely open, allowing all passersby a full view of breast and bush. In fact, many of the women had their hands inside each other’s robes and tongues in each other's mouths.

“Remember, you promised to obey me all evening, to do what I commanded. I want you and Brenda to go in that room and bring back ten other women,” Christine demanded as Jodi hesitated at the door.

*

As Jodi stepped unsurely into the traffic of women on parade, she felt Brenda release the belt on her robe and open the front, just like most of the other women. Brenda slid both hands under the robe, touching and teasing her breasts and nipples until they were rock hard. Every time Jodi would reach out for Brenda, she would dodge away, intent only on teasing Jodi. Looking around, Jodi was amazed by all the various positions she was seeing other couples in; some were simply kissing while others were actually having sex, using the wall for support.

Jodi and Brenda continued to walk through the wall of women and Brenda stopped occasionally to reach her hand in and touch one of the passersby. Jodi was growing increasingly aroused by this voyeuristic approach and decided to try some shopping on her own. Turning to approach a passing blonde, Jodi was immediately rewarded as a hand reached through her robe, pinched her nipples and touched her clit. Looking around for Brenda to ask for the next step, Jodi noticed Brenda in an embrace with three other women; all with roaming hands and tongues.

“We’re in room 108. Grab a few more and join us,” Brenda commanded, breaking the embrace. As she and Jodi arrived back at the room, there were already a few couples Brenda had invited earlier taking advantage of the champagne and pillows. Resting on a chaise lounge, Christine was dressed in a similar bathrobe, open to expose her huge belly and breasts. Pouring a glass of orange juice, Jodi carried it over to Christine and sat on the floor, leaning her head against Christine's legs. Smiling up at her, Jodi ran her hand between Christine’s lags, noticing the dampness on her lips. Slipping a finger into her waiting pussy, Jodi rolled Christine onto her back as she slipped her head between the legs, careful to avoid pressure on the baby. Licking Christine’s pussy and clit, Jodi motioned for Brenda to join them. Positioning Christine flat on her back with legs spread and bent at the knees, Jodi continued to suck and lick her labia and clit, while Brenda started to suckle on her breasts.

The two women continued to lick and suck and stroke and finger fuck Christine until screaming Jodi’s name, she climaxed. As Jodi continued to suck all the love force from Christine, she was surprised by the intrusion of a finger, gently touching her swollen clit. Glancing back, Jodi noticed one of the women from outside kneeling behind her, slipping her hand between her legs. As Jodi finished with Christine, the stranger’s fingers slid in and out of her juicy box, arousing her more and more. Jodi turned to face her new paramour and she was immediately engulfed in a tonsil-tickling kiss. Before she could identify the individual, another grabbed her from behind and spread her hands over her breasts.

Jodi was besieged from all sides, front and back. She could not keep up with who was sucking her nipples, who was licking her clit and who was fingering her pussy. All she knew were the waves of pleasure rolling over her as she built to a terrific explosion. The hands and rhythm kept changing, keeping her aroused to the point of pain, but not allowing enough rhythm to build for climax. By now her clit and nipples were so hard and distended that they were like boulders pushing against the super-sensitive tissue. Jodi was at the point of tears as she begged someone, anyone for release; then she was pushed onto her back. One set of hands grabbed each knee and spread her legs and hips to their fullest expanse. When she reached down to touch herself, someone grabbed and pinned her hands, tying them with silk scarves to rings protruding from the wall. Her upper body now pinned, Jodi rolled and ground her hips into the pillows, using the pressure against her swollen clit, but even that was stopped. The hands at each knee pinned them open as well, restricting any manual release.

“Please someone fuck me. I can't stand this any longer. I need to find release. Please someone, anyone help me,” Jodi begged as she pulled against the hands and scarves inhibiting her. Her moans were growing by the minute, mingling with her pleading and begging. Jodi thought she was as aroused as ever before, until her eyes fixed on Christine still lounging on the sofa. Watching as Christine slowly touched herself, Jodi's arousal skyrocketed. Love juice was pouring out of her as hands continued their constant, aggravatingly slow torture, but Jodi was still unsatisfied.

Just when Jodi thought she would die horny, relief arrived in the form of a double-headed dildo. Lubricating the larger end, Brenda slid it easily into her juice-covered pussy. Jodi was so focused on rocking her hips in time to the sliding motion that she was hardly aware of the smaller end being inserted into her remaining hole. Rocking harder and faster, Jodi speared both ends deeper and deeper into waiting holes, until with a final moan and shriek, Jodi erupted. Brenda finally allowed Jodi to have a full release, as she kept the dildo in place and continued to slam both ends repeatedly into Jodi, driving her to rolling orgasms, not knowing where one started and the other ended.

Finally, totally and ultimately spent, Jodi collapsed onto the pillows, lay her head back on the pillows and closed her eyes. Grasping the glass of champagne offered, Jodi used the cold condensation on the glass to cool her body down. After catching her breath, Jodi staggered to her feet and joined Christine on the sofa.

*

“Am I to expect that you’ve enjoyed yourself this evening?” Christine laughed, seeing the expression on Jodi’s face. “When you feel up to it, why don’t you take a shower and change clothes. If you look into the bag, I’ve brought you a jogging suit to change into.”

After pouring a drink for them both, Jodi just relaxed on the sofa and watched the others finish up their various sexual couplings. As each left, they made sure to stop and thank Christine and Jodi for the stimulating evening. Finally, just the original three were left; Christine, Jodi and Brenda, all relaxing naked on the sofas, drinking either orange juice or champagne.

“Jodi, I’m not sure, but I don’t think our guest was treated very well. Every time I saw her, she was satisfying you and never had her chance. You have the energy to thank her properly?”

Jodi was just drunk enough now after all the sexual escapades were over to immediately respond. She crawled on her hands and knees to position better and forgot all foreplay as she immediately dove into Brenda’s curly hairs with her tongue. Lapping and sucking, Jodi glanced over at Christine, who was once again fingering herself, just watching the other two women play. Even as sexually sated as Jodi was, the sight of her lover masturbating aroused her tired body once again. It was Brenda's turn though and Jodi had a mission to fulfill. With both women continuing to watch Christine play with herself, Jodi was able to bring Brenda to climax with very little effort. As she continued to suck and lick at her clenching pussy, she reached to touch herself once again. How was it possible that she could still be so horny? My god, tonight alone she had been fucked more times by more women than she could count.

Jodi was still licking Brenda and fingering herself when her hands were pushed away. She was so wet in both front and back holes that the dildo Christine slipped in went unnoticed for the first second or two. When Jodi noticed, she sped up the pace on Brenda, sliding fingers in and out of both holes with faster and faster strokes. Brenda, unable to reach Christine with her tongue, reached back with her hand and gently slid her fingers up and down Christine’s slit, occasionally teasing her very hard, swollen clit. Faster and faster all three women pumped until with one final spasm, they all collapsed in a pile, letting their juices intermingle.

*

Christine was the first to move, crawling over to the sofa for support. Glancing at her watch, she realized they had been in the bathhouse for over four hours, fucking for most of it. Not trusting herself to speak, Christine waved to the other two and went off to shower and change. Brenda looked at Jodi, half-heartedly reaching over to touch and got her hand slapped for her trouble.

“My God, what a session! Have you ever done that before?” Brenda laughingly said as she rolled away.

“No, and I won’t be doing it again. I really appreciate all the trouble Christine went through to set this up, and for you joining us. Please don’t misunderstand, I had a wonderful time, one that I wouldn’t believe was possible, but I belong to Christine, body, mind and soul and I couldn’t help but feel like I was cheating.”

“She’s a lucky woman. I’m not sure I would be able to do that for another person. I never have in the past.”

“No, I’m the lucky one. Look what she did for me tonight, and she then had to sit on the sidelines and watch for the most part. Not that she didn’t enjoy it by any stretch of the imagination though.”

Standing up, Jodi left the room to check on Christine and to shower and change herself. When they both returned, they found Brenda on the floor with a glass of champagne in one hand and a vibrator in the other.

“Oh, sorry guys. Guess I didn’t hear you come in. The smell of sex in this room is getting me so hot again, I couldn’t help myself. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Actually we were going to offer you the use of the room for the rest of the evening if you wanted. It’s paid for until 8am, so you have a few hours left if you’re interested. Or you are invited to ride back with us. Your choice,” Christine offered.

“Thanks for the offer, but if you don’t mind, I’m not quite ready to let the evening go just yet. There was a really cute blonde I thought I might like to check out. Are you sure about the room?”

“Very sure, I just have to get this wonderful woman home and into bed,” Jodi responded. Noticing the raised eyebrows from both, “To sleep, you two sex maniacs. After all, junior is just a few weeks away, and Christine needs all the rest she can get.”

Hugging each other good night, Jodi and Christine left Brenda to her own imagination as they rode home in the limo. Both were so exhausted that they fell asleep in each other’s arms, sitting upright on the car seat. Crawling into bed once they arrived home, neither woman moved until very late the next morning.

Chapter 11

The next week flew by with a blur. Christine finally shifted her office to the house, giving her the best of both worlds. She could rest as needed and still get some work done. As the baby got bigger and bigger, her energy level kept dropping and dropping, finally to the point where Jodi was concerned. Calling the doctor, Jodi explained that she understood pregnant women tired easily, but Christine seemed to do so more than normal. The doctor assured Jodi that all was fine, and that the baby should be joining them within the week, in fact within the next few days in all probability.

The promised few days turned into a week, and by day ten, both Jodi and Christine were snapping at each other. Tensions ran high, especially with Jodi starting the hotel design work. She got home later and later every evening. Although she made arrangements for their secretary to stay with Christine when she was out of the house, she worried because her swamped schedule kept her away from Christine for longer and longer periods of time. Feeling guilty, she showered Christine with gifts, jewelry, books, flowers, candy, stuffed animals, and a trip to Cancun. She had also bought a set of ruby and a set of sapphire earrings as a surprise for the birth of the baby; still not knowing which sex they were having.

Even though Christine swore it wasn't so, Jodi sometimes believed that Christine was relieved when she left for work. Neither had been sleeping well at night. Jodi just couldn't bring herself to use the spare bedroom and every little noise Christine made during the night had her running for the hospital suitcase and car.

The one thing they both did together every evening without fail was to walk, and walk, and walk some more. The doctor had said it might get junior moving and besides, it would be good for Christine as well, so Jodi took it to heart. Now on a routine, they walked a minimum of a mile daily, exhaustion being Christine’s only excuse. They could have walked from New York to California with all the walking they did, and still no baby. Finally the doctor decreed if junior had not made an appearance by Wednesday, two days from now, he would induce labor. Hooray! There was finally a light at the end of the tunnel.

Satisfied she had a few days of grace, Jodi threw herself into work, knowing Christine was taken care of at home. She worked as many hours as possible, so she could take some time off when junior made his, or her, appearance. Between the long working hours and not getting any sleep at night since Christine was too miserable to sleep, Jodi was exhausted. She found herself nodding off while on hold on the phone and during long, boring meetings with her staff. Vowing to slow down, Jodi just kept adding more and more to her plate, making some excuse every time. There were just too many things to prepare for; the lifelong dream of having the child she had always hoped for and finally a national account that would give her the chance to showcase her talents on a huge scale. Jodi knew she was burning the candle at both ends, but she did not know how to do it any other way.

Waking up extra early the next morning, Jodi rolled over and checked on Christine. Actually, Jodi had not gone back to sleep since the last back cramp episode of two hours ago. Christine’s cramping had grown to astronomical proportions in the past few days; just another of the natural miracles of childbirth as explained by the doctor. Unfortunately, Christine could roll over and go back to sleep once Jodi had rubbed her back and relaxed the muscles, while Jodi stayed wide awake. Glancing for the tenth time at the clock, she finally decided to get up and get a jump on the paperwork that had been accumulating. Having her secretary, Trisha, baby-sit Christine during the day had been a godsend, but the paperwork left behind was threatening to drown Jodi.

She was able to make a good dent in the paperwork and after a few hours she slipped into the bathroom to get cleaned up for work. She had a meeting today with one of the decision makers at the first hotel. Samples had been chosen, color schemes had been created, and now all that remained was for the manager to sign off on the order. The appointment was set for ten o’clock and then Jodi was free for the next few days. There was no way to move this appointment; it had been on the schedule for over two months as they had thought the baby would be here over five days ago. Too much of their future depended on this contract for Jodi to leave it to anyone else.

Making one final check in the mirror, Jodi looked over at Christine as she tossed fitfully in bed. After she kissed her goodbye, Jodi verified that Trisha was already in the living room waiting on her instructions for the day. Jodi reminded her, as she did every day, of the list of contact phone numbers by the kitchen phone, let her know that coffee was made, and juice was in the refrigerator for Christine. Climbing into Christine’s SUV, Jodi pulled out of the driveway and started toward her appointment. It’s time to get a replacement SUV for either me or Christine, Jodi thought. They had been using Christine’s SUV ever since Jodi’s had been wrecked, not seeing any reason to have hers replaced since they were together all the time. Maybe I should surprise her with a new car after the baby is born. I’ll pick up some brochures on the way home and we can look at them this evening.

Stuck in traffic, Jodi kept glancing back and forth at her watch. She had left in plenty of time, but if this traffic did not loosen up, she was going to be late. As she frantically looked around for a way to get out of the traffic jam, she finally saw an opening. Jodi eased onto a side street, running between the buildings. Flooring the SUV, Jodi flew down the alley, twisting and turning, trying to make up for lost time. Finally, free of the alley and clear of traffic, Jodi accelerated across the street, never seeing the 18-wheeler she cut in front of.

Chapter 12

Jodi opened her eyes and looked around. Oh, God, not again, she thought as she recognized the hospital room. Christine is going to kill me if I screwed up her car, too. Trying to see the clock, Jodi wondered how long she had been here and what time it was. Taking inventory of her body, the best she could figure was a broken leg and arm and some kind of concussion based on the bandages on her head. Every single muscle in her body was sore, and there were bruises on her chest and ribs.

Jodi was still doing a body check when the door flew open and Ralph walked in screaming. “I can’t believe you wrecked the car. What kind of stupid woman driver are you?”

Jodi went into shock. Ralph? What the hell was Ralph doing here? Where was Christine? What about the baby, the company, everything? Had it all been a dream?

Holding her head up under his glare, she was relieved when the door opened. Christine! Then, her gaze wandered from her lover’s face down to a flat stomach.

No!

She tried to get up out of bed and moaned in pain. Tears that she tried to hold back came out in snuffling sobs.

“Nurse!” Christine called.

Jodi wanted to shriek, cry, rail against the unfairness of it all. Her life with Christine had been perfect, everything had been wonderful. She could hear a voice wailing and with a start, realized it was her own.

A needle slid into her vein and the room began to spin. She grabbed hold of Christine’s hand and held on as if it were a lifeline. If she lost Christine, her heart would surely break.

Chapter 13

Christine sat in the chair at Jodi’s bedside, gently stroking her hair. What in the world could have made Jodi react like that? The doctors said there might be some minor challenges due to the concussion, but she wasn’t expecting anything like this.

Eventually, Jodi opened her eyes and looked at Christine, horrible pain etched on her face. “It’s all been a dream hasn’t it?” Jodi sobbed. “My life is back to where it was seven months ago.”

Not really listening, Christine only hoped to calm Jodi. She didn’t want a repeat of the earlier hysterics. Even drugged, Jodi had continued to cry for over an hour. “Yes honey, it’s all been a bad dream. Everything is going to be okay. You just need to relax. What has gotten you so upset? Why are you crying?”

“It’s gone, it’s all gone.”

Shit, Jodi’s sobbing grew to almost hysteric proportions again. Christine reached for the call button.

“Nothing’s gone. You need to calm down.”

Jodi stared at her as if she were the one having hysterics. “You, the baby, everything I love. It’s all gone.”

Surely Jodi wouldn’t think she was going to punish her for wrecking the car. “Sweetheart, nothing is gone. Well, nothing except the SUV, but that was an accident.”

“SUV? You mean my car. Ralph was here screaming about the car...”

“Ralph? Oh, you must mean the new insurance rep. Well, don’t worry about that asshole. He started in on me in the waiting room. When the nurse came to tell me you were awake, he bolted in here before we could stop him. After he upset you, I had security remove him and then called the company. He won’t be bothering either of us again.”

“Wait a minute. Ralph is an insurance agent? Are you sure?”

“Ralph.” The name finally sank in. “Oh my god, you thought he was your husband? Oh baby, no wonder you were so upset.”

“But, you...your stomach? When I saw you last, you were pregnant. We were pregnant. Was that all just a dream too?”

“No, more like a nightmare; and you’re right, I was huge. But you have your days mixed up. You’ve been in and out of consciousness for over a week. Since then, I have had your son and daughter, with no help from you if I may say so myself.”

“Son and daughter? We had twins?”

“Yeah, just one of the doctor’s little surprises for us.” Christine pulled a face. “It wasn’t until I started having contractions and Trisha brought me here that they realized we were having twins. You weren’t any help for the birth, but I need you up and out of here. We have lots of shopping to do.”

*

Christine continued to talk until Jodi fell asleep. The shock and the pain had been almost too much for her to bear. When she awoke, the sun was setting and she was alone.

The nurse breezed in with a smile. “Time for your medications, Miss Russell. The doctor says that in a day or two you’ll be able to go home.”

“Home?” Jodi shivered. She swallowed the pills the nurse handed her, unable to shake the fear that she would be heading back to that dreary little house. “Could I have my purse?”

“Sure.” The nurse opened a closet and pulled out a purse. The leather was ripped and one of the straps was unraveled.

Blinking back tears, Jodi unfastened the clasp. Her hands shook as she took out the wallet and opened it.

The face that stared back at her from the driver’s license was familiar as was the address.

With a sigh of relief that rattled the windows, Jodi realized it had all been a nightmare, but the nightmare was the life before Christine and the twins. She did need to get well and out of here.

She had a life to live; the nightmare was now over.

DEEP BREATHING

Chapter 1

She stood on the rock, water dripping off her long blond hair, her tanned skin glowing in the sun. Turning with a smile, she slowly slid the first strap of her swimsuit off her shoulder. The more I watched her graceful, teasing movements, the more my desire grew, my nipples hardened, and moisture formed between my legs. She beckoned me to her, and I slowly shifted closer, our bodies moving in concert with each other. As we drew close enough to embrace …

My eyes flew open, and I bolted upright in bed. “Damn, damn, damn. The dream always ends right at this point.”

Hugging my pillow as I lay back down, I realized that while it may have been a dream, my arousal was very, very real. This woman, who had no face, no persona, did have the ability to get me all hot and bothered. I closed my eyes, trying to reconnect with the dream to no avail. Perhaps my inability to return to sleep was not the fault of the sand man, but of the snoring coming from the other bed in the room.

This was not at all the vacation I had originally planned. Six months ago when the tickets were bought and the arrangements made, it was going to be a surprise second honeymoon for Diane and me. We both had been working too hard and were spending less and less time together. I bought the tickets, made arrangements for my daughter, Karen, to stay with my parents, and surprised Diane at dinner one night with my plans. The surprise was on me, however. It seemed that she was not working all those hours I thought she was, but rather reconnecting with an old girlfriend from years before. In fact, they had reconnected so well that Diane was moving in with Christine that very weekend. No amount of begging or pleading on my part was going to change her mind.

The tickets went into a desk drawer, reminding me constantly of my poor choices when it came to girlfriends. Even though the tickets were nonrefundable, I didn't intend to ever take advantage of them. What good is a vacation when you’re by yourself?

One evening in a weak, pity party mood, the tickets came up in a discussion with my best friend, Jim, and I confessed that I would not be using them. After several drinks and Jim’s relentless arguing, I finally agreed to take the trip. He arranged to switch over the other ticket into his name. So here we were, sharing a suite in one of the most romantic spots in the world; a gay man and a lesbian woman. Not exactly what you would call optimum arrangements.

Our first night at the resort, Jim and I were drowning our sorrows at the bar when I saw her standing with a group of people. The tanned, blond haired goddess was leaning against the bar, laughing at someone’s joke, and all I wanted to do was grab her, throw her on the bar, and sink my face and tongue between her legs. Just the thought of her spread eagle on the polished wood surface started my juices flowing and I realized how long it had been since I had even been interested in sex. Long before Diane left, things had cooled down in the bedroom. She claimed it was the long hours we both worked, but now I knew she was getting it somewhere else. All I knew was that somehow, some way, I was going to meet this divine being. She looked so familiar, but try as I might, I couldn’t remember where I had seen her before.

As I jumped down off the bar stool, my knees collapsed, and if Jim had not caught me I would have ended up on the floor. Yeah, great first impression. Jim finally convinced me that perhaps it would be better to wait for the first encounter with my goddess until I was a little more sober. After all, things might look different in the morning. I agreed to wait, not because I thought my feelings for her would change, but I did have to agree with Jim; I was totally bombed. There should be a law against two heartbroken individuals travelling together. We drank our limit on the plane over, drank at the airport while waiting for luggage, and cleaned out the mini bar in our room within the first hour after arriving at the resort. Hence our presence in the bar; we were out of booze.

I woke up the next morning in my own bed with the world’s absolute worst hangover. My mouth and tongue tasted as if I had licked an ashtray, and I could have sworn there was a mule kicking the front of my head. I staggered to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and dug around in my luggage for aspirin. After taking a quick shower, I went in search of coffee and something to put in my stomach, anything to absorb the alcohol from last night. It was while I was on my third cup of coffee and a bagel when I saw her again, this time walking with a very nice looking young man. They came into the café, sat down, and ordered breakfast. From my table, I had a perfect view of her. I was able to watch them the entire meal, focusing on how she took a little bite and chewed it thoroughly before taking another.

My entire focus was on her. I had never seen anyone quite like her before. Not only was her physical presence a sight to behold, but her enjoyment of life had me mesmerized. It was her laugh that had me in awe. As she responded to something her breakfast mate said, she threw her head back, shook that gorgeous hair and roared—not one of those simpering, cutesy giggles, but a deep, lung-filled, joyous, it's great to be alive laugh. How I wanted to be the one sitting at the table beside her.

“Can I get you some more coffee?” my waitress asked. I was brought back to reality by her intrusion into my daydream.

“Yes, please. Mine seems to have gotten cold,” I replied, trying my best to refocus on the world around me. “I don’t suppose you know the two people at the table over there; they both are wearing the same shirts I’ve noticed on other staff here.”

“Oh yeah, they’re the scuba instructors. That’s Abbie and Ken. Want me to introduce you?”

“No, no thanks. I was just wondering. I’ve seen them around and they both seem nice. Thanks for the names.”

As hard as it was to pass up the perfect opportunity to meet her, there was no way I was going to be introduced while I was still nursing a hangover and looked like something the dog brought in. At least now I knew who she was and where I could find her again.

Chapter 2

After about ten cups of coffee, two bagels and a Bloody Mary, I was finally ready to face the world again. Grabbing my sunglasses, magazine and catch-all bag, I wandered down to the pool where they were holding the scuba lessons. It had taken a while on the phone with the resort’s concierge before I discovered just where and when Abbie would be teaching. After all, it had to look like a totally innocent, chance meeting.

When I arrived at poolside, the lesson was well underway with about eight students practicing in the shallow end of the pool. Abbie was standing on the diving board, shouting instructions to them at the same time as keeping a careful watch on her newest charges. She looked so hot in her skintight diving vest with the whistle dangling from around her neck. I closed my eyes and imagined slowly unzipping the vest, inch-by-inch, savoring each and every moment. The lower the zipper went, the more my passion grew until, unable to restrain myself, I grabbed Abbie, forced my lips upon hers and...

“What the hell? Is it raining?” I cried, jumping up from the chaise lounge. I had been so focused on my daydream that I totally missed the end of the scuba lesson and now all the students were drying off around me. Frantically looking around, I finally located Abbie standing with a group of her male students, laughing and talking. Who wouldn’t want to be around her? So much for the subtle approach, I was going to have to take more direct measures if I wanted to meet this vision of loveliness.

Disheartened and dejected, I returned to the suite, only to find a scarf on the doorknob. The first night at the resort, Jim and I worked out an arrangement. If we wanted to entertain privately in the suite, simply put a scarf on the door and the other one would stay away. The agreement was only for a few hours, but I still had to find somewhere to hole up for awhile. My options were somewhat limited since I only had on my bathing suit and a small cover-up and carried only my room key. Returning to the same chaise lounge I had just vacated, I readjusted my towel, lay back down with my book, and looked around for the all important cabana boy to take my drink order.

Settling in with my book and my drink, I noticed someone joining me in the next chair, but I was too engrossed in the book to stop and look. When I turned the page, my eyes wandered slightly over to the chair and I gasped with amazement. I would recognize those tanned, gorgeous, shapely legs anywhere. It was Abbie lying beside me, and without her usual posse of men. As I glanced quickly at her, I was rewarded with a smile and nod.

“Did my guys get you wet earlier?” she asked, the words sounding like music to my ears.

How was I supposed to answer? Did I play it innocent and pretend that I did not know what she meant, or was I honest with her? “Yeah, just a little. My fault I guess for sitting there and not paying attention.”

“I noticed you in the bar last night and then again at poolside today during the scuba lesson. Why don’t you join us for the next class? We have one starting tomorrow that lasts for two days and then we go on a dive to a sunken ship. Interested?”

Interested, if she only knew how interested. There was just one little problem with scuba lessons and me—I was horribly claustrophobic. Do I tell her and sound like a wimp or blow it off and possibly lose her interest? “I would love to, but I’m not sure I can. I have a horrible claustrophobia problem and being under all that water…I’m just not sure.”

“I’ve had several of my students with that problem and we seem to work it out. If you’re interested, why don’t you show up for class tomorrow and we'll see what we can do.” Laughing she added, “I guess I could at least introduce myself. My name is Abbie and just in case you didn’t know, I’m the scuba instructor.”

“Yeah, I kind of got that impression. My name is Shelia and I’m pleased to meet you.” When I shook her hand, my knees went weak and my heart leapt in my chest. Good thing I was sitting down, or I would have fallen on my butt right there in front of her. “I guess I could try the scuba thing. No promises though.”

“Deal. Be at the pool nine o’clock tomorrow morning, sober and preferably hangover free. Believe me, you don’t want to be fighting a hangover and try to scuba at the same time.”

That last comment made me wonder if she had seen my drunken, staggering act of last night or the hangover recovery in the café this morning. Well, I couldn’t do anything about the past, and she did seem to be interested, or was she just being nice? After all, she did work for the resort, and I was a guest.

We lay in our separate lounge chairs, occasionally talking about inconsequential things, just passing the time. How I longed to roll over, take her in my arms and snuggle tight. Finally, I just could not take any more of the pressure; I had to get out of there while I still had my dignity intact. As I packed up my bag, Abbie reminded me about the scuba lessons, and I promised to be there as long as there was no commitment on my part.

Chapter 3

I kept the deal I made with myself, no alcohol with or after dinner. Jim thought I was nuts, a vacation with no booze? I discovered just how little there was to do for a single female at a romantic resort if you didn’t drink. After my third round-trip walk up and down the beach, I flopped into a chair left behind at the end of the day. I closed my eyes and rested my head on the back of the chair.

“I thought you would never stop pacing. What has you so worked up, if I might ask?”

There was no mistaking that sweet, sultry, arousing voice. Turning in the direction of it, I could just make out the silhouette of Abbie, reclining in a chair, slowly sipping on a tall, cool drink. I had to clear my throat several times before I felt comfortable answering her question, and then I did my best to avoid it all together.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to drink before scuba lessons. Breaking your own rules?” I laughed as I pulled my chair closer to hers.

“I never said you couldn’t drink, just that you shouldn’t drink too much and wind up with a hangover. There is a fine line between the two. And you still didn’t answer my question, why the pacing?”

Was it possible? Was this gorgeous woman coming on to me? It was impossible to tell since I could not see her eyes in the dark, but the tone of her voice and the choice of her words made the thought just possible. The question remained, was I brave enough to take a chance?

I didn’t want to frighten Abbie away, but I had to know just where I stood. Was a relationship possible? I took a deep breath, steeled my nerve, and moved in closer. I was finally ready to ask her for a date. Just as my mouth opened, up walked several of her scuba trainees, ready to celebrate their new dive cards. Still unable to see her face clearly, I thought I heard regret in her voice when laughing, she agreed to join them for a celebratory drink at the bar.

I was invited to join them, but sharing Abbie was the last thing I wanted to do this evening. As I declined the invitation, she reached over and briefly touched my arm, apologized for the interruption, and confirmed our scuba lesson tomorrow morning. As I returned to the room, I was pleased to discover that Jim was not there, leaving me alone with my thoughts of Abbie.

Chapter 4

The amount of time I spent getting ready this morning was laughable. After all, what did one wear to a scuba lesson when you were hot for the instructor? There were just not a whole lot of options—bathing suit, of course, but what else? Anything else I wore would immediately be removed when I entered the water; a cover up, wrap or sandals while necessary, would do nothing to complete the outfit. Makeup was out of the question as was taking the time to do a lot to my hair. Experience had shown me that makeup ran when wet and hair gels looked nasty underwater.

I arrived at the pool ten minutes early, hoping to catch Abbie by herself and continue the conversation from last night. She had on that same diving vest from yesterday, hugging every angle and curve, making my mouth water and my loins wet just by looking at her. Unfortunately, Ken was also there, helping to set up the tanks and swim gear, so my arousal would have to stay in check. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to them, officially introduced myself, and announced that I was ready for lessons.

“Good morning to you too. You’re a little bit early; the others will be arriving in about five minutes. Just have a seat, and we’ll get started pretty soon.”

She sounded so formal and stiff. I was really beginning to think I had imagined the connection last night. Thank God, we were interrupted before I thoroughly embarrassed myself. Just as I turned to sit down, I caught a grin and wink from her, which pulled me out of my despair.

As the students arrived, Abbie teamed them up and had them choose their swimming gear. They were then instructed to sit on the chairs, put on the fins and adjust the mask, then wait. When I went up to receive a partner, Abbie shook her head no.

“Just get your gear and sit down. I need to handle you myself since you have the claustrophobia problem. It just takes a special touch,” she continued with a wink.

That wink had the ability to arouse even a dead woman. My bathing suit did not offer much protection for my hardening nipples, so I choose to keep the cover on as long as possible. Finally, all the students had arrived and after removing the cover, I quickly climbed into the pool and stood where Abbie had instructed. Hopefully, the cold water would be blamed for the way my nipples stood out hard and firm, poking through my bathing suit top. The moisture between my legs was no longer a challenge since I was in water up to my chest.

Abbie and the other instructor were very thorough and patient. Even though she needed to help the other students, Abbie made sure that I was not only following her instructions, but receiving personal encouragement as well. Everything was okay until we slipped below the surface of the water, and I realized just how boxed in I was. Immediately my breathing became labored, hands of panic threatening to strangle me. Just when I knew I was going to drown and really didn’t care, I felt arms loosely surrounding my body. Turning slightly, I noticed Abbie behind me, concern apparent in her eyes. She pulled me to the surface and removed both of our masks.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you were claustrophobic. I just didn’t realize how badly. I am so sorry to put you through that. Are you okay now?” she asked, worry showing with every word.

“Yeah, I think so. Remember I did warn you. I can swim, just as long as I don’t go completely underwater. I guess it was worse today since I could actually see the closed in space,” I replied, embarrassment pouring off me.

“Don’t worry. I’m not ready to give up in defeat just yet. Why don’t you just listen from the sidelines to the rest of our instruction, and I’ll work with you after class.”

That sounded wonderful. The prospect of being able to watch her and not having to go underwater in that close, tight space made my day. I sat in a chair and listened to the rest of the diving instructions. I did my best to stay awake, but the sun beating down on me finally won. Next thing I knew Abbie was standing over me, calling my name and laughing.

“So much for listening to the instructions like I told you. Class is over and I’m ready for your personal training. Get your butt up and let’s go.” Abbie laughed as she pulled me up off the chair.

“Go, go where? Not back into the water, if you don’t mind.” Seeing the nod from Abbie, my panic started immediately. “I really don’t think I can do this. I want to, but I just don’t think I can.”

“We’re going to use the pool we have for the employees. This time of the day it will be deserted and we can work without being bothered,” Abbie continued as she grabbed two sets of tanks and gear.

I followed her and tried to carry what I could to help. The entire time we were walking, I tried to convince myself that I could do this; that I could go underwater without panicking. I just wasn't sure how effective my self-talk was.

When we arrived at the pool, Abbie dropped the gear, turned to me, and looked into my eyes. “I need you to trust me. I would never put you in any danger or cause you to hurt yourself. All you have to do is listen to my voice and relax. Can you do that?”

“I can try. That’s all I can promise for now,” I answered, my voice quivering with fear.

“That’s all I can ask for. Now remember, all I want you to do is listen and concentrate on my voice,” she stated, placing our gear at the edge of the pool.

Abbie returned, kneeled in front of me, and started talking and touching. Her hands and her voice were so soothing that I was barely aware when we entered the water. As soon as my body noticed the cold water, panic set in. Abbie kept massaging and talking, and talking and massaging, all with a very soft, soothing rhythm, never missing a beat. Almost immediately, my panic was forgotten in the caressing sounds of her voice. We descended into the water very slowly, until finally with instructions to hold my breath, we were underwater. Once again, panic set in, but this time it was not nearly as strong as before. Abbie continued to massage my arms, and she kissed and nipped at the back of my neck. We were down only for just a few moments before surfacing for more air. In just that little amount of time, my nipples had hardened and the juices were flowing between my legs. Embarrassed, I turned slightly so Abbie would not be aware of my arousal.

We descended again after another deep breath, and Abbie continued to kiss at the back of my neck. Her hands kept massaging my shoulders and arms. How I wanted her hands to move forward, to touch my aching, rock hard nipples. This time when we surfaced for air, we stopped and leaned against the wall. My knees were so weak from Abbie’s attentions that the wall was the only thing holding me up.

“Okay, now for the next part. Think you’re ready for the regulator and tank?” Abbie asked, smiling down at me.

At this point, I was ready for anything she wanted. I nodded my head since I was unwilling to trust my voice. Abbie showed me how to read the gauges and adjust the inflow, and then went over all the details necessary to make a successful dive. She placed the regulator in my mouth and walked me through its operation. Once she was confident I could use it properly, Abbie slid the tank straps over my shoulder. The entire time she was making the adjustments and giving the instructions, her voice still had the soothing and calming effect of earlier.

“Once I put the regulator in my mouth, we won’t be able to talk. Are you going to be okay with that?” Abbie asked, obviously concerned for my comfort.

“Yeah, I think it will be okay,” I replied, sounding much braver than I felt.

“I promise it’s going to be okay, just take deep breaths like we discussed and keep your eyes closed. When you feel me tap you on the head, you can open them. That way you can adjust to being underwater before your eyes screw you up,” Abbie instructed as she put the regulator in her mouth.

Slowly we once again descended into the water. Since I had my eyes tightly closed, I was only aware of the rising water on my body and Abbie hands guiding me. Finally, the water completely covered my body and head, but my eyes remained closed. As I remembered to breathe deeply, I felt Abbie’s hands once again massaging my arms and face. The massaging then moved to my legs, and upper thighs. Abbie was massaging and lightly rubbing higher and higher. My nipples had immediately hardened at her first touch and now my arousal was growing to gigantic proportions. My clit was throbbing and begging for Abbie’s hands and fingers.

I felt my bathing suit bottom slide over my hips. Still not quite ready to open my eyes, I instead opened my legs to whatever was coming next. I felt Abbie hands and fingers probing and teasing, and finally I felt the tap on my head. Just as I started to open my eyes, Abbie slid one finger into my love canal and placed her thumb on my aching clit. The incredible feelings that washed over me totally made me forget my claustrophobia. I instead was focusing on just two things, my cunt and Abbie’s fingers. Faster and faster the fingers flew, arousing me to heights I had never gone before. Abbie slid lower, removed her regulator, placed her mouth directly on my swelling labia, and used her tongue to tease my rock hard clit. As she sucked on my clit and slid her tongue inside me, I rolled and squeezed my nipples, using the friction of the bathing suit to increase their hardness. I exploded with a scream into my mask and regulator. Abbie still would not release me, but continued to tease and prod, until I could not tell where one orgasm ended and another started. I was riding her fingers, forcing them deeper and deeper into my very being. Once I was completely sated, I pushed her hands away and struggled to pull up my bathing suit. Dressed, I returned to the surface with Abbie following closely behind. As I removed my mask and regulator, Abbie surfaced beside me with a grin.

“How’s the claustrophobia now?”

“You said you were an expert at special cases. Were they all treated the same way?” I gasped, the electricity still surging in my groin.

“Each one was different, but no, there has never been a case as severe as yours, needing just the right amount of personal touch.” Abbie laughed as she climbed out of the pool.

As we gathered up the equipment, we made plans for the evening. A late night swim in a secluded cove after dinner. My body tingled at the prospect of just what such a swim would entail.

Chapter 5

Dinner was very quiet. Abbie had to entertain special guests of the resort so I ordered room service and pampered myself. After reading a book during dinner, I took a long, hot, relaxing bath using special bath oils I had purchased earlier in the afternoon. I wanted to be at my best when I met Abbie later this evening. All I had to do was wait for her call.

“I know it’s late, and I’m so sorry,” Abbie apologized when she finally called. “The dinner just would not end, and all I could think about was getting back to you for our swim. We can still go if you don’t think it’s too late.”

I would have followed her anywhere at anytime. “Of course, it's not too late. I’ll be right there,” I responded with excitement as I hung up the phone and ran out of the room.

We met at a predetermined spot on the beach, one far away from the intrusions of the previous evening. Immediately drawing me into her arms, she smothered me with a deep, sensual, soul-filling kiss that left little to the imagination. Her tongue played over mine, tickling the inside of my mouth. Pulling me down to the towel she had spread on the sand, she used her lips to run up and down my throat, taking playful bites with her teeth. Once I started to respond under her skilled hands and lips, she pushed off me and straightened up. She stood just at the waters edge, framed in the moonlight so I could see her long blond hair and tanned skin glowing in the moonlight.

Turning with a smile, she slowly slid the first strap of her swimsuit off her shoulder. The more I watched her graceful, teasing movements the more my desire grew, my nipples hardened and moisture formed between my legs. She beckoned me to her and I slowly moved closer, our bodies in concert with each other. As we drew close enough to embrace, our arms wrapped around each other, our lips met and we slowly sank into the sand below us. I finished removing her bathing suit and crawled on top of her, savoring each touch and taste that I experienced. Pushing away her hands, I continued my investigation of her body, teasing and tasting her nipples, running my fingers lightly up and down her legs and softly touching her womanhood. Her moans were my reward, and I continued my search. Totally aroused myself, I allowed her to remove my suit and we lay sandwiched together in the sand, hands and fingers exploring each other.

Finally unable to contain myself, I turned placing my head between her legs and allowed her the same access. My tongue played lightly over her, taking teasing licks and nibbles on her most tasty body parts. It was so hard to concentrate on Abbie when all I wanted to do was to surrender to the feelings she was creating within me. She was matching tongue stroke for tongue stroke, tease for tease, and I knew we both wanted more, much more.

It was time. We had teased and tasted each other to a point of no return, and we needed to complete our task. Using fingers, teeth, and tongues, we kissed, sucked, licked, and bit each other until with perfect harmony, we climaxed simultaneously, each riding our own waves of pleasure.

Once Abbie had caught her breath, she rose and ran naked into the sea. I followed almost immediately, grabbing her and rubbing our wet, sandy bodies together. The swim consisted more of playful teasing and foreplay, touching each other when we got close in the surf. Finally exhausted, I returned to the towels and dropped my tired, aching, over indulged body upon them and closed my eyes. I could feel Abbie lay beside me, covering us with a blanket she had thoughtfully provided.

As we lay comfortable in each other’s arms, I decided that I just had to know. Was this a one-day affair, just for vacation, or could something more long-term come out of it? How would that be possible? She worked here at the resort and I worked in Houston, a very expensive flight away. I just didn’t see how we would be able to work anything out together, and I was heartsick.

“Abbie, have you always been a diving instructor?” I asked, hoping that perhaps she might want more, and want something I could offer.

“No, not always. Why are you asking?”

“I don’t want to lose you, and I have to leave in just two days. Houston seems an eternity from here and from you. I was trying to figure out what we could do.”

“You don’t know?” Abbie asked laughingly. “Does the name Abigail Martin ring any bells with you?”

“Yeah, it does. Let me think why. Oh, now I remember where I know you from. You were my daughter’s second grade teacher a few years back. So what are you doing this far from home?”

“I only work summers here as an instructor. It gives me a chance to work on my tan and to make a little extra money. I also get the chance to get away from children and totally focus on adults for a few months. Come late August, I go back home and get into my teacher’s mode for the kids.”

Wow! We were in the same city for most of the year, at least. Now we actually had a chance to work on a relationship. What if she was only interested in a summer fling, though?

“Could we, would you…” I stammered. Dare I risk ruining the perfect evening with too many questions? “Do you think we might be able to see each other once we get home?”

“I guarantee it.” She continued talking as she slid down my body, placing her chin on my pelvic bone. “Are you ready for another lesson on losing your claustrophobia? Remember it’s all about breathing and taking your mind off the circumstances around you.”

And that was the end of discussion for the rest of the evening. After all, we had breathing exercises to do.

ABOUT DARCY CAMPBELL

Darcy Campbell is a published author with five different stories and one series currently under contract. Three different short stories have been chosen by Alyson Press for publication in their lesbian anthologies: Shattered appearing in the Lesbian Love Stories: Summer Flings released in October of 2007, 100% Satisfaction that appeared in Ultimate Lesbian Erotica 2008 released in January 2008 and Sailing included in the Island Girls anthology due out this summer.

At present, Lyrical Press Inc has three stories and a new series under contract for release starting in January. Deep Breathing, Twisted Reality, and Open Pastures are lesbian love stories with a surprise twist in the story. The series, entitled Arienta Guardians, is based on outer world experiences and the power of jewels. There will be twelve different stories, ranging from hetero to m/m and f/f with some shape shifting thrown in for good measure within the twelve different stories. All have a central theme that weaves throughout all the books.

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