2 comments/ 63108 views/ 0 favorites Crooked Streets By: holycrow This story started as a character study and developed, with the characters telling me who they are. This is adult material and no children below the age of 18 have permission to read it. * * * * * Chapter 1 "The course of true love never did run smooth." Act I, Scene 1, from A Midsummer's Night's Dream - William Shakespeare From her bedroom window Ann looked out over her postage stamp backyard, down the steep embankment, across the train tracks and down to the river. The setting full moon reflected off the small waves. It made Ann think of a band of fluid gems, flashing low across the night, but somehow scented from the summer. Across the river lay the black bulk of the Catskills, now only a rippling shadow, black against the blue last light of the summer sky. The hills had the shape of a woman lying on her side, under a blanket, hips and shoulders for peaks, waist and knees for valleys. In her childhood, because this part of town lay next to the river, only life's dirt washed up in this nowhere of warehouses and whorehouses. Now, because of the view, those rich enough to afford to buy beauty in a city resettled the oldest part of the town. She bought the building already renovated into a modern home from the shell of a meat warehouse. She then customized to her needs and taste. Ann used only a small part of the proceeds of the lawsuit and her inheritance, and banked the rest. She would never have to work again. She really didn't want to. Men still dominated accounting. A woman in that career had thousands of obstacles to overcome, without having the extra disabilities the accident left her. She had pulled out from the new supermarket's parking lot onto the twisting river road, driving her parents home just as a young man in a fast car came over the hill at nearly eighty. He broadsided her. He killed himself, her mother and father. The accident scraped off the left side of her face, pulled out her left eye, and broke nearly every bone on her left side. The doctors gave her a new hip, a plastic kneecap, a steel pin in her shinbone and a fused left ankle. They saved her leg, but left her pain and scars. She had even stopped the reconstructive surgery because she wanted freedom from any new pain. Scattered through her home were thermoses Ann kept filled with water and large bottles of aspirin and acetaminophen, so that wherever she was, they would be only a short hobble away. Ann's pain had good days and bad days. But even on the good days some part always ached, some movement always gave her sharp, sometimes blinding pain. Then there was the other pain. The pain of missing her parents. Her acquaintances from work had all stopped visiting her while she was still in the hospital. For months after that, the only people Ann spoke to were lawyers, doctors and nurses. Then fewer doctors. After the town, the supermarket and the insurance company settled with her, and she bought her house, she didn't speak with her lawyers. Within a year, the only people she spoke to were at the plastic surgeon's or at the various stores Ann placed her phone orders with. Then she stopped the reconstructive surgery, and stopped speaking for days at time. But her being alone helped in a way. She didn't have to apologize for her disheveled appearance, due to the actual pain of getting dressed. She didn't have to worry about being gawked at, or pitied. And Ann didn't have to be afraid to cry when she missed her mom at night. Ann's solitude solidified, wrapping her in protective layers, like a pearl, or a mummy, insulating her heart from the pain of her fate, giving her, at last, a composure not based in thoughts or words, but in the simplest acts and feelings of continuing to live. Ann saw her face as half a topological map of scars from the accident and the surgery afterwards, and half herself. Ann knew what she looked like. She knew she was still tall and slimly built, with fair skin made paler from being inside so long. People once told her she could have been a model. Such comments always made her think how shallow the commenter was. Her face was long, with high cheeks and full lips. The little bump in her nose that she thought so cute in high school had been amplified in the accident. She had let her black hair grow into a blunt cut, that she now parted on the right to better hide her eye patch. Since she knew what she looked like, she kept the two mirrors she used to cut her hair in a drawer in the bathroom vanity. On a whim, while still in the hospital, she had mumbled to her lawyer, "Six million. Two million for each of us." She hadn't gotten that much, but the village and the supermarket had settled for an amount that was close enough. The village had since put in traffic lights on the hill and at the supermarket. So now she had the home of her dreams, at least, on a crooked street that followed the river's steep bank. She squandered hours just being amazed by the view, while she painfully exercised her half dead left side back to as much life as it would ever have. Her bedroom was her domain. She could manage the stairs, but not easily, so she kept her exercise equipment, books, stereo and the television with VCR in the very large, wood beamed, exposed brick room. She even considered having a stove and fridge installed, but that would give her too good an excuse never to leave. She walked, as best she could with her cane, to the light switches and turned them all off. In the dark light of the moon, she went back to the big west facing windows and looked out on her neighbors. The house at the end of the street, just turned into condominiums by a speculator, finally had a light on. All the apartments were supposed to be huge one bedrooms, ideal for the upwardly mobile young professional, or so the ad said. Because the street was bent towards the river, and because her building was higher on the riverbank's slope, she could see in. After a few moments she realized, as the partial image began to make sense, that what she saw was a woman wearing an iridescent turquoise robe, leaning back against cushions, reading a book on her bed. She could see the woman's face to the eyebrows, and her legs to just above the ankles. The woman had dark hair, shoulder length. She appeared to be a large person, broad shouldered, athletic. Again she turned to the moon and the river thinking, "Ann, you mustn't." She looked around and figured out that none of the other neighbors could even see the new owner's window, because no other building was as tall as hers, no other building at just this angle. She also could tell that none of the neighbors would ever see her looking. Ann had had enough of the little voice that always told her to be a good girl. She knew that she thought about things too much, and that thinking let in memories, which always led into the downward spiral of heartache. She knew thinking had kept her a captive in her own home, thinking that no one would ever want to, or could stand to, see how she looked after the accident. Ann, defying her thinking side, true to her feelings, turned back to watch her. The woman had brought her left leg up, to support herself against the pillows, and her robe had parted, showing Ann, inadvertently, that she was nude beneath the robe. Ann went back into the dark room and dragged her favorite sling chair back to the window, and watched her read. She thought of nothing but felt a warm excitement, a slight tingle of anticipation, that she could, so easily join this woman and remain unknown. There was life beyond her room after all, if only vicarious life. Still, it finally occurred to her, that this could be better than the nothing she felt for so long after the crash, better than the avoidance of people she rigorously practiced. The woman put her book down, and suddenly got up, leaving her robe on the bed with a shrug. Ann saw her flash by naked as she powered herself gracefully off the bed. A few minutes later, Ann saw the overhead light go out, but a small light that must be near the bed, remained on. The dark haired woman returned to the bed, naked now, and lay back against the cushions, hands behind her head, looking down at her own torso and legs, smiling to herself, at some delight well known to her. Ann thought that any second the final light would go out and this window to the real world would go dark for her. The dark-haired woman was not, as Ann's father would have said, "a genuine, pin-up beauty." But she was real, and whole, and obviously her own person. She had a thin, almost bony face, with a long thin nose, but full lips over a prominent chin. Her hands slid down and caressed her breasts. The woman's hands slid lower over her own body, slowly, savoring the sensation. Ann watched as she began to massage her belly, then saw her reach lower again, opening and closing her legs in time to her right hand. Ann inhaled sharply. She hadn't expected this. The woman's left hand lay across her chest and these fingers swept rapidly over her right nipple and then around it. The woman rocked her hips forward and back, her right hand moving in almost a frenzy, while she bit her bottom lip, eyes closed. Then her mouth shaped an "o" that Ann couldn't hear, but knew was being whispered, or said or shouted, into her bedroom. The dark haired woman was continuing slower now, but more emphatically, her back was arched, her left hand clutched her right breast. She turned her face left into her pillow, her thighs shaking and wide apart, and pumped her hips down hard, and paused, down hard again and stopped, and rolled slowly to her left side, showing Ann her white buttocks, with her fingertips showing between her thighs, slowly rocking in satiation. After a few minutes, she reached up out of Ann's view, and the light went out. Ann moved slowly to her waterbed. Slower than her normal painful pace, immersed in mentally replaying the scene. She clumsily removed her tee shirt, gym shorts and panties and lay down on the warm, firmly yielding bed. Ann began to masturbate, as she always did just before going to sleep. It was her lullaby and her solace, her way of reminding herself that some part of her body still worked, and could make her happy. Ann couldn't help visualizing the other woman as she satisfied herself. Ann fell asleep with the image of the woman masturbating, but seen from between Ann's own legs, above her right hand's own motions. The next morning, Ann thought about the night before and envied her. She envied the woman's completeness, her apparent state of happy self-reliance. Ann envied more the delight the woman took in her own body, the way she looked at herself and smiled. She thought that she might not let herself watch her anymore. But Ann smiled to herself and knew that she would watch. She would simply not think about it. By doing so she would defy that little voice commanding her to be good. This night was a Friday, and Ann thought that the dark haired woman, usually reading by now, must have a date, or at least something to do. Ann had called to the department store at the mall that would deliver the same day and had bought an iridescent turquoise bathrobe, a small telescope, and a tripod to hold it steady. Her window appeared larger, but otherwise her view was unchanged. At about eleven, Ann saw her bedroom lights come on. She made it to the light switches, and turned off her own lights. She flung off her tee shirt and gym shorts and panties and put on her new robe, a close match to the other woman's. She sat down after taking off the lens cover off the telescope. Seated on the bed and facing into the room was a woman with short blond hair, wearing a white blouse and a gray skirt. This woman had almost a bowl cut, which accented her thin body and face, giving her a pixie look. She was gesturing energetically into the room, obviously talking with someone still unseen. The dark-haired woman came bearing a tray with two round wine glasses, and a wine bottle. She was dressed in a lavender blouse and a tan skirt. She handed one glass to the blond woman, poured her a full portion, kicked off her shoes and took a seat against the pillows, with her feet at an angle, hanging off the bed. The blond woman half turned and continued the conversation, still emphatically gesturing. After a few minutes she moved back on the bed so that the wall supported her and so that she wouldn't have to half turn to talk. Ann could only see the dark haired woman's legs at this point. Ann said, "girl talk," out loud and switched on a floor lamp behind her and grabbed the mystery she'd been reading. After a chapter, Ann looked again, but the bed was empty. She returned to reading. A movement caught her eye, and Ann looked again. She saw her, wearing her robe, toweling her hair dry, seated on the bed. She looked up, smiled into the room, and spoke to someone unseen. Then, Ann saw the blond woman, wrapped in large bath towel, tucked in front, seat herself on the bed facing the dark haired woman, and begin toweling her hair dry. Ann saw the blonde's towel wrapped back, and her arm movements, but the dark haired woman was blocked from her view. The blond kept rubbing, then suddenly the towel she was wrapped in fell off, and there was a pair of arms around her, caressing her nude back. Ann kept watching, defiantly not thinking, and turned off the lamp behind her. She untied her robe and opened it. The blond woman turned and laid back on the bed. Ann saw her stand, walk into the room, the overhead light went out, and she returned into Ann's view, shrugging off her robe. She lay down next to the blonde then kissed her neck as she put her hand on the blonde's belly, slowly circling. The blond turned to face her, smiling, and then rolled to her, stroking her face and kissing her lips. The brunette pulled the blonde to her in a bear hug, rolled to her back, while inserting her thigh between the blonde's legs. Still kissing, the blond reached to the other's belly, to her triangle, and started to finger her sex, while the blonde's hips slowly began to flex up and down against the brunette's raised thigh. Ann's own fingers began massaging her clitoris. She felt desire, but her strongest desire was to keep watching, keep feeling the pleasure that others were bringing to themselves, and, unknowingly, to her. She wanted this pleasure that came to her so secretly and so boldly, that gave her others' lives, without having to show her scars. To expose herself to pleasure, without having to risk rejection, or worse, pity. And yet Ann thought that she wanted her to know she was watching, to let her know someone else loved looking at her, as she loved looking at herself. The blonde's back first bent up then down as she dragged her clitoris against the brunette's thigh. She was squirming from the effects of the blonde's fingers, rocking her own hips in time to the blond woman's hip's time, in time to the blonde's hand. Ann felt her own pleasure building, and wished that this night would last a long, long time. They all brought off their orgasms together, Ann timing her own with theirs. Ann kept watching as the two women kept necking and kept giving each other pleasures, giving herself pleasure as they did. Ann's wish for a long night was granted. Ann slept late. Almost in her sleep, still ringing with pleasure, Ann had found herself making a decision. She treasured being alone. But she realized that feeling was a trap that allowed her to avoid people, avoid confronting her disability, her shattered face and limbs. She didn't want to be stared at, and that was the excuse that kept her a prisoner. She heard the world calling. A new world. A world of acceptance, she hoped. She fervently hoped so. The camera arrived in the early afternoon. Ann assembled it, clumsily, as she did everything, mounting it on the tripod, and inserting a tape. She stripped off her tee shirt and gym shorts and put on the turquoise robe. Ann pointed the camera at her waterbed, turned it on and got onto the bed. She arranged herself and the covers so her left side was hidden. Later, she thought, she would simply record over this beginning so that her audience would only see her from the bed. She slowly, began to massage her breasts with her right hand, and savoring, stroked her body. She raised her right leg and masturbated thinking only of the women she had witnessed last night. Her orgasm shook her, and moaning she kept masturbating and gave herself another more massive orgasm, several minutes later. Still she continued, her hips bucking into the rhythm set by the waterbed. Ann used her fingers on herself faster and faster until she moaned then shouted out a strong orgasm that left her sweating and shaking, knees pumping together and apart in the afterglow. She rocked herself in pleasure calming herself and then lay still for a few minutes, got up and turned off the camera. Ann jotted down the number in the counter on the camera where the tape ended. She replayed herself and watched through the camera's eyepiece. The tape was better than she had hoped. Ann rewound the tape and erased the beginning by recording with the lens cap on. Then she fast-forwarded to the number she had written down. Ann took off the lens cap, started to record, but sat down out of the camera's view. "I wanted to return the favor, the gift that you have given me. With something of the same," Ann looked at the side of the camera, and continued. "I'm a neighbor of yours and I can see in your bedroom window. I live by myself. You've seen my good side, literally. I was in an accident, and my left side is not quite presentable. I want you to know about me, but I don't want to actually meet you. It's my scars. I don't have any mirrors out, for instance. But I want to be able to see you, to look out my window and see you give and take pleasure. It's the best thing that has happened to me in the two years since the wreck. I feel half alive, instead of more than half dead. Thanks. Thank you..." Ann paused the camera whirred softly. "I know this is really selfish, but I'm all I've got, so I get a little selfish sometimes. I'd love it if I could hear you talk to your lovers. I mean, would you mind terribly if I, well, would you mind making me some tapes?" Ann had said it finally. "I'd love to be there as much as I could. But I don't want to meet you. I don't want to meet anyone. Ever. I, quite frankly, am scared to death of seeking pity, and being pitiful, and of all the passive aggressive nonsense that all that implies. I'd rather be alone. But I want to watch you and your lovers. And to hear you. I want to listen to your talks at dinner, to be in the bathroom when you take showers, to be there when you are just there with them, being who you are. Can you do this? Is this asking too much? I'm rich enough to buy another camera, or give you what you want, to do this for me. Would you?" Ann got up, and turned off the camera. She had stopped just before the tears came. She rewound the tape again, removed it, put it in its box and wrapped it, the occasional tear sprinkled on the plain brown paper. She had figured out the address and got her name from the new telephone listings. She wrote the name and address on the package, put her own name on for the return, put several dollars of postage on it and put it in her mailbox, limping back upstairs. In grade school Ann had learned that it's best to be nervous after one performed on stage, or spoke before the class. Not before, and certainly never during. She had performed this one woman, three act play, at first joyfully, then solemnly, finally doggedly. Mercifully, Ann heard the postman take the package within an hour. In less than an hour, the dire warfare between her heart and her mind had stripped off all the layers of her hard won composure, like so many soiled bandages. She fought, and felt she very nearly died, on the side of her heart, and won. Crooked Streets Ch. 02 This is adult material, and as such, no person under the age of 21 has my permission to read it. This is a continuation of the story of Ann's discovery of her sexuality. This project started as a character study, but the characters told me who they are and really told the story themselves. * * * * * "It's your neighbors from down the street. The ones you can see. You'd better let us in before we decide to do it right here on your front door step," her voice was deep and airy, but giggling over the intercom. Ann heard the fun and the outright sex in the tones of her voice. "I'll be right down. Please give me a few minutes?" she hadn't moved as fast in a month. Ann tied her robe, put on her eye patch and painfully managed the stairs. Ann opened the door, but she hid her scarred half behind the door, showing only her right side. "Hi," her neighbor said, smiling and breathy and almost drawling the monosyllable into three, a verbal caress. The neighbor's arm was draped caressingly over the blonde's shoulder. "Hello," said the blonde, telegraphing energy and warmth. "I'm Suzie Robertson. This is Jen Kramer. Can we come in?" Suzie said already moving forward. Ann found herself already stepping back, opening her front door to she wondered, who? Intimate strangers? Unnamed, dear old friends? "I'm Ann Dean," she smiled, still hiding her left side behind the half opened door. She held out her hand for shaking and first Jen then Suzie shook it. Then Ann closed the door and turned around. "This is me," Ann said as she turned and faced them. She trembled. Her unthinking response had carried her along this far. She hadn't even considered closing the door, or not answering it. Thinking would lead back to her shell, so she let herself react without thinking. "So where can you see my bedroom from?" asked Suzie. "Do you have a telephoto lens of some kind?" asked Jen. "From my bedroom upstairs. Yes but the buildings are much closer in the back then they are in the front. It's because of the crooked street," Ann replied, and smiled. She was relaxing. Suzie and Jen. Jen and Suzie. Her first houseguests. They hadn't reacted when she had faced them. She had half expected a Phantom of the Opera scream. "Why don't we go upstairs and I'll show you," Ann walked to the stairs, hung her cane over her left arm, used her right to pull herself up each step, one step at a time, up the long flight to the top floor, to her world. "This always takes me a few minutes, but my doctor says that it's the best therapy. Better than a Stairmaster," huffed Ann. Suzie and Jen followed. They walked in tandem, ascending at Ann's slow pace, thigh to thigh with stately three-legged grace, each with her arm around the small of the other's back. Again Ann huffed, "What kind of wine did you bring?" "Glen-Ellen Chardonnay. It's our favorite, and it's not pricey. We got a liter and a half bottle," Suzi informed. "That should hold us," added Jen. "How long have you been gay?" asked Suzie. "I ... well I don't know. I don't know that I am gay," Ann puffed out this answer while still on the stairs, finished the climb in silence and continued to her sling chair by the window. The telescope was in place aimed at the window below, with the video camera on the tripod nest to it. Ann had not bothered to conceal them. "Maybe I am gay," Ann said after catching her breath, and demurely arranging her robe. Suzie and Jen had followed, Jen sat on the waterbed, Suzie still stood pouring wine and handing the glasses round. "I just don't know anymore. I've only ever had relationships with men. I wasn't in one, or even dating, when my accident happened. Too busy trying to be an ace CPA. And I," she gestured with her right hand to her left side, "haven't had a date since. All I know is that you two have made me feel more alive than anyone or anything else has in over two years. And I'm so grateful for that I'd do anything that I could to keep feeling more alive than dead." "Do you like to masturbate?" Jen asked smiling. "Yes, of course. Before this all happened, I did occasionally. After the accident, it was about the only thing that still worked well. I did it at least once a day, to go to sleep with. Sometimes, ... sometimes a lot, I cried myself to sleep from the pain and loss, and masturbated. I did it to feel something." "Do you think of women when you do?" Jen asked still smiling. "Since I first saw Suzie, I've not been able to think of anyone else but her and now you too. And it seems lately I've been doing it every five minutes or so. I've never been so driven by sex," Ann drank the wine and it warmed her. She smiled. She liked these two. Jen seemed so pleasantly energetic. Suzie seemed only a little quieter, but with maturity and class. "You two are my first houseguests. That may tell you more about me than anything else." Suzie looked at Jen and each nodded and smiled. "We certainly think you're gay," said Suzie as she walked over to Ann, and held out her hand. Ann took it and was surprised at how easily Suzie pulled her out of the sling chair. Suzie looked at Ann for a second, gently took Ann's face in her hands and kissed her, first just full lips, then with her tongue seeking Ann's. Ann felt her face go hot from blushing against Suzi's touch, but Ann let herself be held and kissed and opened her mouth to Suzie's gentle probing. Ann hugged Suzie close, feeling her full breasts against her own small chest. Ann felt Suzie's body heat penetrating first her tee shirt then her own robe. At this sensation, Ann realized how aroused she was becoming, how pleasantly wet her sex was. Ann let her hands slip down Suzie's sides to the top of her hips. Suzie's hands fell down Ann's neck, down her robe to Ann's sides, with the thumbs brushing Ann's nipples through the robe. Suddenly Suzie broke the embrace, leaving Ann kissing the air off balance, and turned to Jen. "Yeah, I'll say," said Suzie, with breathy emphasis to Jen. Turning back to Ann, Suzie said slowly, "You're gay all right," Suzie half sighed, "Jen, would you like to make sure?" "Oh all right," said Jen with mock sarcasm, and a crooked little half smile, as she sashayed over to Ann and Suzie. Jen stroked Suzie's back on her arrival and took Ann in her arms from Ann's left side. "We are all damaged in a way, you know Ann. I loved your tape. I want to help you heal. And I want you," Jen slid her hand into Ann's robe and cupped her breast. Ann was ringing from the touch, aching for Jen to hold her tighter, to squeeze her other breast. Ann leaned forward and kissed Jen's cheek and then her mouth, with her already open mouth, letting Jen know she was hungry. Jen suddenly broke this embrace, stepped back and pulled off her tee shirt over her head in one well-practiced motion. Suzie strolled over with the hip sway of a woman heavy with lust and kissed Jen's neck from behind, her hands gliding lightly over Jen's breasts, crinkling her already stiff nipples. Ann then realized that Suzie had taken off her pants. They both turned to Ann. "Is this O.K.?" Suzie sighed, untying Ann's robe. "Yes. Oh please yes," whispered Ann as her robe slid to the floor. At first Ann looked at the floor, then she looked up. Jen and Suzie were looking at her and smiling. "You see, we've already seen you naked," said Suzie. "You forgot to erase the part of the tape where you get out of bed after that wonderful orgasm. There's nothing wrong with you that some TLC can't cure. And you really have a nice slim body, nice little tits, just like I like. And they're not scarred. And your legs are so long. I want them wrapped around my face," Suzie said as she gently lifted off Ann's eye patch. Ann's face registered her shock then her delight with learning that she was being accepted "as is", and changed over to a subtle smile, but with heat, as Suzie's fingers glided over her curly bush and down her belly, easing Ann open. Ann reached for Suzie's crotch, but felt something hard, then realized Jen must already have put her hand there. The fingers retreated and Ann's fingers rubbed Suzie's slick wet groove. Ann felt nothing but delight at fingering, for the first time, another woman's excited clitoris. Suddenly there were arms everywhere and Ann realized she was being carried to the bed. Jen and Suzie plunked Ann down on her back on the waterbed. Jen peeled off her jeans and then her panties. Suzie swept her tee shirt off. They hugged and reached for each other's mounds while rubbing their breasts together in a slow dance, gyrating to find a mutual rhythm, kissing and nearly swallowing each other's tongues. Their fingers went faster, their hips bumped each other's wet hands and first Suzie then Jen gave groans of deep pleasure. Ann felt her own bush, now damp with excitement, felt her own fingers giving herself pleasure, her half dead left hand squeezing her own right breast as hard as she could. "They want me," Ann thought. "They want me, they don't pity me. They saw me and they didn't turn away. At least not yet. They seem so normal. But they're lesbians. Well, so am I, I guess. And I want them. Both of them. To watch and to have and to hold. And to fuck. I want Suzie on top of me. I want to fuck them and never stop," Ann watched as the other women continued to stand. Suzie held Jen's bushy lips apart and slipped her smooth thigh in against Jen's clitoris, rotating her hips back and forth like a bitch humping her owner's leg, grinding her own clit against Jen's smooth thigh. Both women had one foot flat on the floor and the other on tiptoe, tilting their thighs for each other's pleasure. Jen grabbed Suzie's butt and pulled her hips into her, controlling the tempo of Suzie's hips, letting the waves of pleasure wash up from her clit and opened lips. Breasts against breasts, now sweaty with love and heat and sex, letting all the waves wash over her again and again, sucking Suzie's lips and cheeks, ears and neck in her passion and ascension. Suzie leaned back and pressed her weight down on Jen's thigh, sliding down hard. Suzie's hips suddenly began pumping Jen's thigh very quickly, and she moaned once, pumped down hard, her head rolled down to kiss Jen's small nipple. Suzie had just licked it when she came, moaning from her very center, using the moan to carry the pleasure throughout her body, moaning again just to feel it all. Sliding down Jen's now slick thigh to squeeze out all the fun, all the last juice of the orgasm before letting it go. Jen squeaked out her pleasure in little giggles, then grabbed Suzie's hand and stuck it in her crotch so that Suzie could finger fuck her. Suzie's arm pumped no more than twenty times before Jen snorted, then oh-oh-ohed her way through her own climax. Ann watched and gave herself pleasure, fell in love with watching, fell into the trance of watching. Bringing herself near to orgasm, on the edge, but not falling over, wanting to sustain the moment, moaning her own harmony of moans with the moans of the others, into a timeless, limitless pleasure. Both women still stood there, trembling holding, hugging, fondling, kissing as their pleasures subsided. They kissed again and got onto the bed with Ann. Jen got right back up and brought over the wine, and got up again and fetched all the glasses topping off the first round. Ann half sat and half curled to create enough room for three. Suzie swallowed her wine in one go and held out her glass out for more. Ann smelled sex from both of them, then sniffed her wine to be sure she wasn't hallucinating. Ann took a big swallow herself smiling outwardly at her great gifts, smiling inwardly at her discoveries about herself. Jen stroked Ann's right flank with her fingers. "I was so moved by your tape," Jen looked deep into Ann's eye and continued, "I just wanted to give you as much fun as you could stand. Everyone should come out with a big bang. It took me years to admit it to myself, that I wanted women. I love men, but I love women more. Coming out was the hardest thing ever for me. I didn't even have much fun at first," "And she wasn't much fun either, too neurotic. She thinks too much," chimed in Suzie. "I want to love you, and Suzie and lots of others. I'm kind of rambling, but I thought that you were so brave in sending us that tape that you've completely won us over, without even knowing you. You should have seen what a frenzy your tape sent us into. I nearly went blind from orgasms. And that's what I want to do for you. But I want to know you too." All this time she had been stroking Ann's thigh and hip, and Ann could feel the heat from her center. "I'm easy to know. I'm the scrapings of a car wreck that killed everyone I loved. I live by myself on the settlement of the lawsuit from my injuries," Ann put her wine glass on the headboard. "I have a phone that I only use to call for deliveries because I don't go out. And when I saw Suzie and then you too, my life changed. I'm brand new, tabla rosa," Ann sighed at the pleasure Jen's hand was beginning to give her. "I want to fuck you, and love you, and know you Jen. Suzie, I already love you and I want to fuck you more than I can possibly say. And I want to know you. I'm just so happy," Ann held Jen's hand, and grabbed Suzie's. "I've gone from nothing to someone twice over in just a few moments. I haven't been thinking, barely feeling and not analyzing at all. I'm only interested in just letting it happen, whatever it is. I don't know what will happen next, even through the rest of tonight. But I know I want you both so terribly much," and Ann grabbed her glass, downed her wine, set the glass back on the headboard, and leaned forward for Suzie, holding her arms open. Suzie crawled to her across the bed, and on top of Ann as she lay back and spread her legs. Ann was softly crying now as Suzie was kissing her mouth, tonguing her sobs, humping her mound. Jen lay on Ann's left side and was kissing her cheek, stroking the ribs of both of her lovers, as silent tears wet the pillow beneath her. Suzie went up on her knees and spread her own legs as she guided Ann's hand to her clit. Then Suzie giggled and put two fingers inside Ann, slowly twisting out the piston stroke of pleasure. Ann moaned and moaned again, feeling herself spread open more and lube Suzie's fingers with her life's juices. Ann slipped her fingers up and down Suzie's groove as she started to rock with the fun that Ann was making for her. Then Ann slipped her own fingers into Suzie's already wet vagina, extracting them and circling the exterior lips before plunging in again harder and faster. Suzie moaned and leaned off Ann so Jen could suck her right breast. With her free hand, Suzie put her other nipple in Ann's open mouth. Jen moaned. Ann realized that Jen was as turned on by watching as she was. Ann used her left hand to clumsily grope Jen's smooth tits and belly. Suddenly Ann felt a second hand lightly flicking her clit as Suzie continued to pump her with fingers. Ann moaned at the heat all the hands made on her, at all the heat she hoped her hands made and rocked and locked her legs around Suzie, still licking. Ann sucked air quickly as a small orgasm ambushed her, then moaned. After a second or twenty, Suzie stopped. She smiled and licked her fingers off and turned around so that she and Ann could sixty-nine. Suzie's wet bush was in Ann's face before she knew it and Ann tasted another woman's salt for the first time as she felt Suzie's smooth face against her thighs, her tongue on her clit pressing. "Jen, go get our friend, please," Suzie half asked, half begged. Ann felt Jen roll off the bed and heard her rummaging where they had dumped their purses. Then Ann felt Jen's return to the bed, then Jen's finger in her quickly to open her, then an enormous rush of being full up as Jen pushed the cold but lubricated dildo in. Suzie kept licking Ann the whole time. Ann squealed her delight and came again, the orgasm coming unbidden and stronger than the last. "Fuck me, oh fuck me, mmmmm, fuck me," sighed Ann to the thrusting and the licking. Then Jen turned on the vibrator and Ann bucked her hips up and down making Suzie chase her clit, making Jen ride with her as she came again. Ann remembered to lick Suzie's pussy and Suzie moaned. Almost from the edge of her senses Ann heard Jen moan and she knew that Jen must be masturbating too. "Gimmee" came Suzie's muff-muffled voice and Ann felt the vibrator change hands. "You're gonna come now Ann," Suzie commanded, "but we're not gonna stop. You're gonna get fucked until dawn, until ... ," and Suzie moaned from Ann's tongue and finger work and started licking Ann in time with the vibrator's thrusts. Ann came spasming with hips jerking, moaning and clutching Suzie's waist, her tongue stuck in Suzie's pussy drinking then sucking Suzie's clit, giving pleasure as she received it. Then Ann came again. Still Suzie fucked her and licked her, relentless in making Ann climb her own orgasms ever higher with more strength, with more dexterity, with more courage until Ann felt no more waves of pleasure, just come after come after come, as regular and as natural as breathing. Ann felt washed by waters of pleasure and sweat and her own juices and the sweat and juices and pleasure of Suzie. Suzie's salt was in her eye and she came from that stinging. Ann used her nose and her chin on Suzie's pussy and Suzie came, howling from the pleasure and the exertion of working Ann so tirelessly. Ann concentrated and felt one orgasm rise from the start, rise from her clit and her heart, from her face in another woman's pussy, from her thighs squeezing another woman's sweet face, and then something snapped. Ann's orgasm took her over the edge into the land where all pleasures are one pleasure and all life is that pleasure, where the difference between bodies ceased, where everything is an orgasm and a woman's body. Crooked Streets Ch. 03 This is adult material, and as such, no person under the age of 21 has my permission to read it. This is a continuation of the story of Ann’s discovery of her sexuality. This project started as a character study, but the characters told me who they are and really told the story themselves. ******************************** Ann yelled through this come, she yelled until she was hoarse and shaking, soaking wet, trembling and half conscious. Then Suzie rolled off her and pulled out the vibrator. "What a ride," moaned Suzie. "You sure this is your opening night?" Ann was ringing from the orgasms, her thighs were still trembling and she felt like she had just run 20 miles, all rubbery from the exertion. Suzie lay down on Ann's left side, supported Ann's head with her shoulder and pulled a sheet over both of them. "You're very sexual, Ann. I love that in a woman. Especially a woman I'm fucking. There's something about you that is very old and experienced, and something totally new at the same time," Suzie was gently stroking Ann's hair and kissing her forehead. Ann looked up and saw the video camera pointed at the bed, and smiled. "How do I thank you, Suzie? Nuts, I'm going to cry again," Suzie stroked her face and kissed her mouth gently. Ann sobbed for a few minutes anyway. "Just be yourself, honey," she held Ann until the sobs left. They kissed some more. Ann knew that she loved Suzie. "Where did Jen go?" Ann asked Suzie finally. "To pee, I'll bet. Jen? Yoo-hoo honey, where are you?" yelled Suzie. "I don't believe how big this place is," responded Jen from around a corner, "and there's a huge Jacuzzi thing in the bathroom." Jen walked back out, finally turned the camera off and strolled over to the bed and got back on, giving Suzie a nipple tweak, but embracing, then kissing Ann. "Ann, you treat yourself well. Can I come over some time and help you try on some clothes?" "Of course, we're about the same size," said Ann sincerely. "She means, of course, can she try on your things to borrow them permanently. Besides, trying on clothes is her favorite seduction game. Ann, you need an education," warned Suzie smiling at Jen. "I'm safe then because I haven't bought anything special in two years," said Ann smiling at each in turn. "I guess I'll just have to place a big order with Victoria's Secret." All three laughed. "Can you and me take a bath together?" asked Jen, pouting back sarcastically at Suzie as she took Ann's hand to lead her slowly to the Jacuzzi. Jen and Ann walked together into the bathroom, each with an arm around the small of the other's back, with a hip swaying, halting three-legged gait. Ann felt Jen's smooth warm body next to her own rapidly cooling side. Jen had already started the water into the Jacuzzi. "It takes awhile to fill," Ann mumbled. "Good," said Jen with a lilt in her voice and a smile. Jen turned to face Ann, and held her close as she kissed her, tonguing first Ann's lips, then her open mouth. Jen's hands slipped down to Ann's hips. "Let's get in, I'm getting chilled," said Ann. Jen helped Ann over to the Jacuzzi's raised wide top where Ann sat down. "Could you dim the lights?" Ann asked Jen. Jen walked over to the switch Ann pointed to and brought the lights down to candle level. Jen got in the tub. "You two really worked up a sweat. I'm delighted for you … and envious," said Jen as she watched Ann get in by sitting on the edge then swiveling herself in. The faucets were turned on full and the Jacuzzi was half full, enough to cover up to a woman's waist, but no more. Jen moved over to sit next to Ann. The water was warm enough, more like a swimming pool on a warm night than a bathtub. Jen leaned over and kissed Ann's left breast, sucking the nipple into her mouth gently and flicking it with her tongue. Ann moaned and instinctively spread her legs. Jen's fingers found Ann's mound seconds later, gliding into her pleasure, flicking Ann's clit first in time, then in counterpoint with her tongue on Ann's nipple. Ann moaned and reached for Jen's sex, stroking her in the same time, every action creating an equal and pleasurable reaction. Jen hungrily sought Ann's moaning mouth and tongued her, kissing deep then sucking Ann's tongue, then cheek and ears, throat and collarbone. From the next room they heard Marvin Gaye's Sexual Healing drifting in over the sound of the running water. Both laughed. Jen began rubbing her chest against Ann's setting the rhythm, then Ann leaned back so Jen could be on top. Jen kept using her fingers on Ann and soaking up the pleasure Ann was giving her in return. Both had loud orgasms within a few seconds of each other. "We should really talk a little," said Ann. "Maybe, or maybe not," Jen responded. "My problem is that I really do think too much. And talking is just thinking out loud." "That's always been mine, too. But I want to know you as well as loving you," Ann sighed. "And you will, but over time. You can't know me in a few minutes. What I could tell you in a few minutes doesn't really matter. Tonight is special for you because it’s your coming out ball. You should have what you want, like a birthday party." "So what do you do?" persisted Ann. "I'm a paralegal," Jen said rolling her eyes and giving in, "and receptionist and bookkeeper for a law firm here in town. Suzie is a social worker, with a private practice in addictive behaviors. That's really where she makes her money. I just moved here so we could resume our relationship. We are faithful to each other, I mean we really are in love and committed, but we do have other lovers. I especially have to have lots of lovers. I go to bars and get picked up at least once a week." "Just women?" Ann hesitated. "Just women. Men hit on me all the time but I just tell them to go away. I like them OK but they're not ... women. And I love women. I adore women, ... lots of women," said Jen with a crooked little smile. "And what made you decide to come here tonight?" "You did. Your tape, I mean. It was the sexiest thing anyone had done to us? for us? in ... in well, forever. We think you are very brave and wanted to bring you out in style. And we thought that you needed to brought out, that you might not manage it yourself. We also wanted to show you that being lesbian is different. That you look at the world through sex colored glasses, and everything is tinted labia pink. And that being lesbian is as different as you are from someone that was never injured. Being gay should teach you tolerance, if nothing else. So we decided to show you that you are a worthy person, that we can accept you as you are, without reserve. That's what every one should get as a Coming Out present. That's what we thought you were really asking for in your video. And we thought you were sexy and we both wanted to do you. So here we are." Jen's rapid talk left Ann speechless. Jen gave Ann a lot to think about. But she didn't want to think. Ann knew she wanted to make love to Jen. The Jacuzzi rapidly filled. "Let me turn the water off and start the jets," Ann told Jen as she got up and eased her way over to the tub's controls. "Jen, I just don't know what to say. I'm very happy, and I think I'm in love with you two. But I don't trust thinking right now, so I want to ...," Ann trailed off as she sat back down next to Jen and the jets started. They both sat quiet for a few minutes, enjoying the all over massage that the Jacuzzi was giving them. Ann looked over at Jen, and Jen turned and smiled back, then winked. Ann turned quickly away, trying to loose herself in the water. After a moment, Ann looked back to Jen. Jen again turned and smiled. Ann rolled to her left side and kissed Jen full on the lips. Jen kissed back doing exactly what Ann was, kissing her, full on the lips. Only after Ann sought Jen's tongue did Jen open her mouth. Ann reached her right arm over and stroked Jen's left thigh, first the outside then the inside. Jen mirrored Ann, matching Ann's pace caress for caress. Ann began to feel that Jen was doing all this on purpose so she pretended to masturbate, but on Jen's sex. She felt a close duplication of her own well-known movements start to caress her clitoris and labia. "I like what you're doing, Jen" Ann murmured. "Thought you would," whispered Jen as she smiled through Ann's kisses, their lips still touching as she spoke. The warm water surrounded Ann and Jen, filling in the gaps between their bodies with warmth. Because of the water and Jen's persistent mirroring of her own motions, Ann began to loose the feeling of having a separate body from Jen's. Ann loved the way her breasts mingled with Jen's, the softness and the weight of each confusing her, letting her wonder whose were whose. Ann's body began to ache in need of another orgasm. She inserted her right thigh between Jen's legs, and mounted Jen's right thigh herself as she knelt on the bottom of the Jacuzzi. Ann felt Jen's smooth wet and firm thigh against her swelling, opening labia, and she also felt Jen opening to the gentle pressure her own thigh was exerting. As the pressure turned to the first rush of pleasure, Ann squeezed Jen's thigh between both of her own, and felt Jen squeeze back. Even with the jets on and Jen on her back, her neck and shoulders were above the water line. Ann slid her hips down Jen's thigh, dragging her clitoris against the smooth skin and firm muscle, savoring the sensation of, for the first time in her life, making love to a woman. Ann leaned forward dragging her breasts against Jen's chest, enjoying the feeling of Jen's breasts and the swirling water against her own. Then Ann put her right hand on Jen's left breast and used the soft part of her thumb against the nipple. Jen smiled up at her, and did the same to Ann. Ann slowly dragged her hips back up Jen's thigh, then back down again faster then the first time. Ann felt a sharper pleasure. She bent forward and kissed Jen's right nipple, tonguing it just above the water, tracing a line up Jen's neck to her waiting mouth. Jen moaned as Ann's tongue probed her. Ann felt Jen move against her thigh, so she leaned forward, increasing the pressure on Jen's clitoris. Jen began to thrust her hips forward and back against Ann's thigh as Ann did the same to Jen. Ann grabbed Jen tight around the waist with both arms, locked her mouth against Jen's and began hip pumping Jen's thigh, riding it knowing only that her true, hard pleasure lay somewhere close. Ann kept her tight hold on Jen's waist but used a lighter pressure on Jen's thigh, just enough to keep her clitoris in contact and throbbing, but no more. Jen changed her thigh's angle slightly, and kept up her own motions against Ann's thigh, building the tension for both women, egging on the pleasure, but not fulfilling it just yet. Ann moaned her pleasure out then locked her mouth on Jen's again. Ann let the orgasm build; keeping herself on the edge until she knew that she could not stop it from happening. Then Ann drove her hips down hard against Jen's, letting frenzy drive her further into pleasure. Jen grabbed Ann's left breast and sucked hard. Ann came wildly shouting out her oh-oh-oh's, sloshing water out of the Jacuzzi, bucking Jen's thigh through a long pleasant descent from her climax. Jen held Ann tight kissing her face all over, rubbing breasts against breasts, easing her way back to reality. Ann snuggled against Jen's left side while their affections continued with playful strokes of fingers on labia and thousands of kisses. Jen leaned back, stretched and sat up and out and on the side of the tub, feet still in the water. She smiled at Ann, took her head in her hands, and pulled her face into her crotch. Ann felt Jen's water smooth thighs squeeze her cheeks as she lightly licked Jen's pussy, then rubbed her nose, tongue and chin against Jen's still excited clitoris. Jen moaned and pushed Ann's face tighter against her pussy. Ann pulled back far enough to lick Jen's clit, then put two fingers into Jen, while she gently sucked Jen's clitoris into her mouth. Ann kept up the mild suction and gave Jen tongue flicks in time with her fingers, gradually building the tempo. Ann increased the pace as she felt Jen respond, but she tried to stay ahead, to lead Jen into pleasure. Jen leaned back, supporting herself with her arms against the tub's wide top edge, angling her hips to give Ann just the right access. Jen began rocking slightly as her orgasm grew on her. As she was about to bear the fruit of Ann's tongue and fingers, Jen squeezed Ann's face with her thighs. Ann's arm pistoned Jen's orgasm out of her. Jen came almost screeching then rapidly gasping for air. After she was sliding off the plateau of pleasure, Ann slowed her pace only slightly for a minute then began pumping and licking and sucking Jen even harder then before. "Oh baby don't let me go, suck me dry baby," Jen moaned, hip bumping Ann's face up the steep slope to another orgasm. "Lick me, lick me, lick me. Fuck me hard baby cause I want it so bad from you," Jen shouted as Ann kept pumping her harder and harder. "Now oh now, now," Jen commanded. Ann sucked in hard on Jen's clitoris and tried to double the speed of her thrusts as Jen came very hard. "That's it, fuck me Ann," Jen's wailing peaked and fell off into rapid moans and little whimpers. Jen pulled Ann up to her face and kissed her wide-open mouth, still filled with Jen's own juices. Jen clutched Ann around the waist with her legs and continued to give herself small pleasures by rubbing her clit against Ann's smooth belly. Ann kissed Jen and thumbed her nipples. "You're too much fun, Ann. I could get hooked on all this. And I want you to get hooked. I want you to want me and Suzie real bad. And other women. I think, ... there I go again, thinking," Jen beamed all this to Ann, no crooked little smile, just pure pleasure lighting her face. She stroked Ann's face, then moved back into the water. "I'm just trying to concentrate on giving, and taking for that matter, as much pleasure as I can tonight," Ann said as she sat down next to Jen. "I don't know when it will happen again." "Oh it will happen again," piped in Suzie, from behind them. "I just hope that the camera records in low light. I could see you two in the viewfinder, but I don't know how it will turn out." "Good. I hoped you would have the good sense to tape us," Jen smiled back at Suzie. Suzie wore Ann's turquoise robe. "How much did you get?" "Just about all since I put on the Marvin Gaye album. After that, I came right in. You two didn't even notice me," said Suzie half proudly, half mockingly miffed. Ann smiled warmly at Suzie after turning to face her. "I'm very glad you taped us. Thank you. I'll probably never forget this night, but the tape is wonderful to have," said Ann with a tinge of sadness. "Of course you know that Suzie does mean you'll have us too and not just the tape," Jen corrected Ann. "Oh what's that line from Casablanca, you know the last line of the movie where Bogart says something like 'This could be the start of a beautiful friendship'?" Jen asked as Suzie smiled at her and Ann realized that she really would have more than the tape. "That's close enough to be right, Jen," said Suzie turning to Ann, "Yes, Ann we'll be back. And you'll have the tape. Maybe I'll lend you some of mine, like Where There's Smoke. I used to watch that when I was lonely for Jen. I'd get all hot then I'd call her up and she'd give me great phone sex," Suzie smiled. "No I didn't," said Jen emphatically with her hands on her hips, "You'd just start masturbating as soon as you heard my voice. I could have been talking about the fuckin' weather," Jen's mock anger confirmed Ann's guess that Suzie was probably telling the truth. Ann and Suzie just laughed. Suzie stood and dropped Ann's robe and climbed into the tub. Jen greeted her with a kiss and caress around her waist. Suzie leaned back sighing as the churning water took her. Suzie draped her arm over Jen's shoulders. Suzie stretched her foot out under water and hooked her ankle behind Ann's calf. "This is nice, Ann," Suzie sighed, saying each word slowly in emphasis. "Well I'm happy then. The doctor said the Jacuzzi would help me and there was so little difference in price between a small one and a big one that I just went for it. It's big enough that I can float on my back and look out the skylight," Ann explained. Jen and Suzie both looked up and out at the dark night through the large skylight directly over the tub and burst out laughing together. "We're so used to scraping by financially that this places really seems like a palace, a pleasure palace to us," Jen rattled out quickly. Ann smiled back. "You're both welcome to come here any time. I don't really have anyone in my life to give presents to. I was an only child. So I kind of like the idea that I could give you both presents. Maybe the holidays will be bearable this year." "Or maybe not. I always wind up going home, but my folks, my mom especially, really don't like the idea that I love women. So they try hard to make the time I spend with them as miserable as possible for me, asking me who I'm dating, when I'm going to have kids, all that biological clock stuff. I've gotten fairly immune to it all, but Mom still finds one or two ways to needle me. And they won't let me bring Suzie," Jen explained to Ann quickly. "I don't speak to mine, so I either stay home and really cook or I hit the bars. Most years it's both," Suzie sighed out her response to Ann. "Last year I had Olson's do a big Christmas dinner for me," said Ann, "I had everything traditional, with a wonderful real truffle pate, some poisonous desserts, nice wines, everything. But they wouldn't do it for less than eight, so I was eating the stuff until Groundhog's Day." Ann reflected for a second then smiled and continued, "I guess I'm not afraid to spend a buck to get what I want. But now I'm going to have to figure it out all over. What I want, I mean. I really haven't touched the bulk of my money. I live very well on just the interest. But that's what I was trained to do as a CPA." "You know there's this dress down at La Chapelle's I've been wanting. Very nice silk, short skirt but modest. The one in the window is lavender so I just fell in love with it," said Jen almost giggling. "Jen," interrupted Suzie, "Show a little restraint, my dear. We're just getting to know Ann. Please forgive her. It's her years hustling that brings that stuff out." "We met because Suzie's collaborator Nancy scraped me down off the ceiling after I'd had a little too much coke. I was in the sex industry, as they say. I hadn't come out yet. I'd tried making sex tapes, but I had wound up in the bar circuit dancing. Tits weren't big enough. Anyway, they paid in coke, so I did it. Then I had to start tricking to pay for all the coke. I got really wired one night and passed out. Nancy talked to me the next day in the hospital. This was when she and Suzie was still setting up their addictive behaviors research. I was an experiment, so the treatment was free. I was Nancy's pet case. Nancy got me straight, got me a job doing filing, making copies in a law firm. "Then, what over a year later, I bumped into Nancy and Suzie in a store. I guess I had met Suzie, because she was always around, but Nancy re-introduced us. We all talked. Suzie and I walked home because we lived in the same direction in the East Village, while Nancy lived in the West Village. I had just started going to the bars, but had been too chicken to let any women pick me up. As part of the counseling technique that Suzie and Nancy worked out, they force you to admit all these awful things about yourself. So I had admitted to myself that I wanted women. So we talked on the walk home and we traded home phone numbers. I waited three days before I called her and asked her over for dinner. Crooked Streets Ch. 03 "I can't really cook so I had ordered a whole bunch of Chinese food. Fried pork dumplings, Peking duck, the works. Suzie said she would bring the wine. She also brought flowers for the table, which was so sweet. We talked and talked. I liked her as a friend, but I wanted her as a lover. At one point, I brushed the back of her hand with mine, on purpose, just to touch her. She smiled at me so I took her hand and kissed her palm, and held her hand in both of mine, just staring at it, feeling ... everything all at once, excited and turned on, afraid that she'd laugh at me, all that negative nonsense. I was too shy to look up at her. And she said," "And I said," Suzie cut in, and pulling Jen much closer at the shoulders, "'I already love you.’ Then I got up and went looking for her bedroom. I didn't realize that the couch we were sitting on was it, that her apartment was that small. So, we wandered around her little room, just holding hands beaming at each other. Jen was so thrilled at not being laughed at that I think she went totally ga-ga, just like a high schooler with a heavy crush." "I still have that crush on you, honey," Jen added. "She gets real quiet when she's in love. Anyway, she didn't know what was up, so finally I said something like, 'So where is it?', and she dropped my hand and just pointed to a door. I opened it and there was the bathroom. "I thought that she wanted to pee," explained Jen in a stage whisper and with a shrug. "So I went in, closed the door and peed. While I was in there I decided to just ..." "I heard the water in the shower," Jen jumped in. "I still didn't get it. So after a while I looked in. Suzie was taking a shower! I still didn't get it. Finally, she peeks around the curtain and tells me the water's fine. So I left. I sat down on the couch trying to figure it all out but I didn't get very far. I was so gushy, but confused, you know? "So then, she comes out wearing a towel, and using another to dry her hair and sits next to me on the couch. Then she combed her hair, not saying anything to me. I just watched. Then she stood up dropped the towel and finished drying off. My jaw dropped, too. Then she sat next to me, real close and put her arm around my shoulder. I could feel her cool and damp skin right through my blouse. Then, thank god, she kissed me. That's what it took! A nude, beautiful woman sitting next to me planting a big wet one on me. Then I got it! Ann honey," Jen said as she took Ann's hand in hers under water, Ann, still chuckling at the story, squeezed back, "she gave it to me as good as you got tonight. That was a Friday night. I didn't get out of my apartment again to the following Tuesday morning for work. I called in sick on Monday. So did Suzie. Suzie strung me out on sex. I could barely walk, not from being sore, but because I'd never had so many orgasms, and all I wanted was more. Every woman I saw I wondered about. It must have been pretty obvious because one girl I worked with made a pass at me in the supply room. She gave me a good groping, but I told her off. I said my girlfriend was pretty and that I didn't need any butches." "That was that Kathy person that used to send you flowers on your birthday?" Suzie asked. "Yup. She was short and wide. Not my type at all. And she was as pushy as the worst men. She had no sense of humor, style or personal hygiene. It was like having the worst high school nerd follow you around, drooling all the time. "So the next weekend was the same, but the one after I wanted to go out dancing," Jen continued. "Suzie took me to a women's club and we danced. Everyone flirted with me, and I flirted back. I left with Suzie, of course. But I was also very turned on by so many of the women there. So we talked." "I'm just glad we got this issue out of the way early in our affair," Suzie said. "I've lost other lovers over the whole fidelity issue and what that really means. Maybe I'll change later, but I don't want just one love of my life. The concept is almost contradictory for me because I love women, not just a woman. But I don't ever want to lose Jen. So I love her and she loves me, but with an open hand. She has friends and flings, I have friends and flings, and we are still in love. Maybe not as many for me. But when we are together, it all seems so right. Then when we're apart, that's ok too. And we've been apart a lot. The move here for both of us was to see, for me especially, if we will grow closer, more exclusive. But Ann, I want you to know that I think you're someone very special. I want to know you for a long, long time. Right now I can't imagine knowing you without also being your lover, if you'll have me." "Maybe that's just part of being human, wanting opposite things at the same time," Ann said pensively. "The way to keep a relationship is to let the person go. The way to fidelity is through multiplicity. Oh, I don't want to think tonight," Ann said the last sentence slowly for emphasis. "I just want to know you two better. Maybe know myself a little better in the process. And I'm turning into a prune in this tub. And I want another glass of wine, too," Ann got even more emphatic as she rose out the tub and sat on the tub's edge, preparing to swing her legs over. Suzie stood, offered Jen her hand gallantly with a small bow, which Jen accepted with a smirk and a royal nod and curtsey, and stepped out. Ann had swung her feet out and accepted Jen's hand to stand. Jen turned and took a towel and threw it to Suzie as she was stepping out. Jen grabbed another towel from the rack and dried Ann's legs, butt, belly and breasts, kissing her left cheek. She draped the towel over Ann's shoulders. Suzie dried herself fast, with an athlete's vigor. Jen finally dried herself lightly and draped a towel around, tucking it in front. Ann smiled at Suzie who came to her and took her by the waist so that they could walk back into the bedroom area. "You two look great from behind," Jen commented. "Ann you have the nicest legs and ass, and the way you two sway as you walk. It just does something for me." "Everything does something for you," retorted Suzie without even turning around. Ann chuckled with delight at being included in the talk of lovers. Crooked Streets That night, Saturday, the woman she loved to watch had another date with her blond friend. Ann taped it, hoping that her message would not simply cause her to put up shades. Sunday she was alone, and Ann taped her making love to her self. Ann knew that Monday was the earliest day that her tape could possibly arrive. But on Monday, the brunette just didn't come home. Tuesday Ann slept late noting her own tension. Ann wanted a resolve to the situation, some conclusion that would either extend her viewing privileges or end them here and now. But the waiting for that resolve was the worst tension she had felt since she had started the reconstructive surgery. But the day wore on and Ann ate, and drank wine and exercised and read. She watched the videos over and over, giving herself as much bittersweet pleasure as she could stand, knowing it might easily end that same day. The sun went down hazy and magenta over the river. Ann had not even gotten dressed beyond the turquoise robe. She was watching the sunset's progress when she noticed her bedroom light on, and saw her and the blond woman kissing, standing by the bed, the brunette holding a big bottle of wine and the blond holding some glasses. Both were wearing jeans and tee shirts, purses slung over their shoulders. They suddenly turned and walked out of view, and the light went out. Ann was still staring out the window minutes later when her doorbell rang. She hobbled to the intercom. "Who is it?" she asked clearing her throat, catching on the tension.