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The Accidental Lesbian

By: jjsharshaw



"Uh, Mom?"

"Yeah Sweetie, what is it?" Theresa Johnson looked up at her oldest daughter while she fixed sack lunches for her two other daughters before they left for school. 

Becca Johnson was profoundly uncomfortable facing her mother. She was sent to talk to her mother about an uncomfortable subject not because, at 19, she was the oldest of three girls but because she had drawn the short straw – two out of three times. She made her sisters redraw twice and she lost each of the redraws two out of three; maybe it was fate – or maybe her sisters had rigged the draw.

Becca fidgeted and felt herself blush. Her mother was too busy to notice, she was fixing the last sandwich. "What is it, dear?" Theresa asked without looking up.

"Um...Mom. It's been over a year since..."

When Theresa heard It's been over a year since she took a deep breath, put the top on her next oldest daughter Alison's sandwich and slowly looked up at Becca. 

Becca immediately thought, Oh, God.

Theresa smiled as she looked at her blushing daughter. "Go ahead, Bec. It's okay. I know what you're going to say; I heard Ali and Lisa talking, no," Theresa corrected herself," conspiring against you, the other night when I was putting the towels in the linen closet."

Becca's mouth was open in exasperation with her sisters and half in relief. "So...I, um, don't need to give you the speech about Dad wanting you to get out..."

"No Sweetie. Your father made it explicitly clear that I was to find someone," she paused, her eyes getting moist, but her voice did not falter, "if he didn't, you know, make it back." 

Becca rushed to her mother and hugged her tightly. They both shared a sniffle in remembrance of Colonel Robert W. Johnson, U.S. Marine Corps, husband and father, who one week before rotating home from the Sunni Triangle in Iraq, was killed when a rocket propelled grenade shot down the chopper he was riding in to catch his flight home. Robert and Theresa would have celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary just two months after he returned home. He was slated to retire in the spring of the following year.

Theresa and Becca broke their embrace, each wiping tears from their cheeks. Theresa reached out and held her daughter's face tenderly. "Bec, Sweetie, I'd had so much preparation when I saw those two Marines walking up the sidewalk that day in their dress blues with the priest. Your dad had been in Lebanon, Grenada, Panama, Haiti, Iraq the first time and Afghanistan and probably a dozen other places I'm not supposed to know about. We both knew someday his luck would run out and...well, baby, it ran out. Okay? Now it's us. And I am so grateful for you girls watching out for me but really, I'm okay. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom."

"Besides, your crazy aunt Victoria has set me up on some blind lunch date today with someone she knows."

Becca's face lit up. "And you're going?"

"Yeah. I figure what the hell, eh?"

Becca hugged her mother again and they both laughed though Theresa was less than enthused about blind dates. But then, she thought, it was lunch.

~~~~~~~~~

After Lunch and the Traffic Stop

The blind lunch date was not a total disaster, in fact, Theresa had a good time. It was a guy she had met at one of her sister's parties and she had a pretty good idea that her lunch date and her sister Victoria were sleeping together on a regular basis.  

As Theresa raced from the Plaza, across the state line and west up Shawnee Mission Parkway, she reached for her cell phone and dialed her sister. 

"I suppose the fact that you're calling me now and I hear automotive noises means you didn't get laid?" Victoria asked in a matter-of-fact tone.

"No, sweet little sister, I didn't get laid. But I'm not mad. I had fun. I needed some fun all right."

"Well, um, so what happened that, you know, you didn't have a nooner?"

"Well Vic, remember our pet Chihuahua Rod when we were kids at Cherry Point?"

"Yeah."

"And remember how Rod liked to try to mount the neighbor's German Shepherd all the time and how ridiculous that looked?"

"Um, yeah."

"Well, just about the time I was ready to let him take me for a roll in the hay I got this mental picture of my date as Rod and me as the German Shepherd and I started laughing and couldn't stop. Victoria, you do remember I'm almost six feet tall and your friend, my suitor for the day, was all of, what, five six?"

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone and then Victoria answered. "Look, sis, a cock is a cock and he knows how to use it pretty well. You should have gotten laid. Beggars can't be choosers, you know. But seriously, sis, he is very good in bed and I was willing to let him have you...I mean, my heart was in it."

Theresa laughed. "I know, you meant well."

Theresa turned south onto Antioch as she continued to talk to her sister. She had just crossed 75th street and was headed down into what most of the area residents knew as the "spider trap." Between 75th and 79th streets there is a small valley and in the swale of the valley usually sat an Overland Park Police cruiser, like a trap door spider, running radar and catching anyone coming down hill from north or south who was going over the 35 mph speed limit. Theresa was going 47 according to the ticket.

Theresa had crossed 79th before she heard the whoop of the siren and looked in her rear view mirror to see the police car in pursuit. Theresa swore softly, said goodbye to her sister and promptly pulled over. She suddenly had an outrageous idea. She giggled to herself; she'd seen it in the movies and thought oh, why not?" 

She quickly checked her short, razor cut hair in the mirror. It was sort of a modified Marine buzz cut that accented her salt and pepper hair. It also accented her sort of spooky slate gray eyes, her long, sinuous neck and her high cheek bones. She checked her makeup quickly, then she unbuttoned her silk blouse exposing a large amount of fairly firm, bra less cleavage and she hiked her skirt more than half way up her tanned runner's thighs. She was prepared to wow the male patrolman and maybe avoid a ticket. 

Theresa's fun ended abruptly, just as in the movies when the female driver has gone to all the trouble of semi-exposing herself, and she is suddenly faced with a female officer. 

"Where's the fire ma'am?" The blond female officer with the mirrored aviator glasses asked as she bent into the window and faced Theresa.

"Uh," Theresa gave a little laugh, "before I answer that question officer, could I ask if maybe you're, uh, you know...?"

"If I'm what ma'am?" There was the slightest hint of offense in the officer's voice.

"Uh, I mean, um, you don't have a male partner back in the cruiser who would, you know, appreciate the fact that my breasts and thighs are practically bare, do you?"

The officer laughed and smiled a huge smile. "Ma'am, I gotta hand it to you, you have made my day. No. I don't have a male partner and yes, I am, if that's what you were wanting to ask and yes, I appreciate what you've done to yourself in order to avoid the ticket. A runner I'm guessing by the tone and shape of those thighs."

"Yes," Theresa smiled up at the officer, "I try to run a few miles a week."

"However, as so very appealing as I find you," the officer continued, her voice relaxed and still holding her pleasure at Theresa's outlandishness, "the fact remains that you were going 47 in a 35 and, please pardon my language, I got your ass dead to rights, ma'am. Now. License, registration and proof of insurance. Please, ma'am."

Theresa felt ridiculous for the way she tried to get out of the ticket but she was pleased that her and the officer seemed to have gotten along so well. She easily produced everything the officer asked for and the officer took all the items back to her cruiser to call it in. 

In a few minutes Theresa saw the officer get out of her car and come back to the car. The officer handed Theresa the ticket and asked her to sign. As Theresa was signing the officer took a long, appreciative look at Theresa. Theresa caught the appraisal and fixed a curious stare at the blond officer. But the officer didn't know what to make of Theresa's response; the moment passed. Theresa handed the ticket book back to the officer and the officer handed Theresa her driver's license and other paperwork back and Theresa, somewhat embarrassed, somewhat curiously aroused and somewhat annoyed, continued on her journey to her office. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Lonely is the Night

Becca Johnson was out with friends. Alison and Lisa Johnson were each spending the Friday night overnight with separate friends. The house was quiet. Theresa sat, half asleep and nursing her third glass of wine since eating dinner alone, in her favorite chair in the family room and watching TV. She didn't normally drink that much and she rarely sat in front of the TV drinking but she felt different of late. She reluctantly realized she was lonely and not necessarily for just companionship either. Her husband and she had quite a sex life, even when he was thousands of miles from home on assignment he'd send her an email or give her a call (his favorite saying, once he reached full colonel, was rank has its privileges) that would get her off. 

Through what he wrote and the pornographic pictures and video clips, Theresa had become quite a connoisseur of erotica and porn. But still, she missed his smell, his touch, the feel of his body and she missed the rough, kinky sex that they were both so good at and both liked so well. 

At about 9:30PM Theresa succumbed to the wine. She awoke with a start about 12:30. 

There were moans filling the room, the source of which was not immediately apparent. Initially she thought maybe Becca brought a date home and they were getting passionate, not knowing that mom was asleep in her favorite chair but then she slowly started to focus her eyes on the TV. 

Two women seemed to be wrestling in bed in slow, urgent motion, intently entwined and kissing, sucking and licking each other's bodies. Their hands and fingers moved with fluid, delicate motions against each other's skin and penetrated the wetness between their legs. Between the wine that had put her to sleep and her general fatigue and loneliness Theresa found herself getting aroused by the scene. 

Theresa let the arousal build, especially as she saw the scene to whatever movie this was get rough and kinky: 

the woman on the bottom suddenly grunted and she threw the woman on top of her over onto her back. Then the woman from the bottom wrestled the other woman's wrists in position to tie them to the headboard. The other woman pleaded for the woman to stop. But by this time the woman was tied - very securely. The woman who had tied her lover's(?) wrists to the headboard, sat back on her haunches. She had a malevolent smile on her face and she was breathing hard. 

She answered the woman's plea by wiping sweat from her face with the back of her hand and then viciously slapping the woman's face and full breasts. The other woman cried out; begged to be untied. Theresa almost came as the she watched the other woman struggle in her bonds and felt the stinging of the slaps on the woman's face and breasts in her mind. In fact, she jumped slightly as the tied woman was struck and her finger slid inside her pants to find her clit. The other woman got up. The camera followed her. Slowly and with much anticipation showing on her face, the woman stepped into the harness of a strapon dildo. The camera cut to the writhing body of the tied woman; her face contorted in fear. At this, Theresa's sympathies switched sides. "God, you stupid bitch, shut up. You're about to get fucked!" Theresa said out loud, her finger working herself quicker.

The camera stayed on the tied woman's face as the other woman took her time to penetrate her and slowly start to pump. When the dildo entered the woman some of her fear changed to a look of bliss. The woman started whispering, 'Yes, please, Susan. More. Harder, please.'

Then there was noise, maybe coming from the kitchen. Theresa startled out of her pre-orgasmic arousal. She quickly took her hand from her panties, clicked off the TV and shakily called out her oldest daughter's name. 

Then she saw the cat. "Shit, Sammy, you picked a hell of a time to interrupt things," Theresa said to the oblivious cat. Then she turned the TV back on but she was just too tired to get beyond arousal. 

Annoyed, she got up and turned the TV off. She went through her nightly routine of getting ready for bed and about 1 AM crawled into bed, exhausted but restless. She slept with a full length body pillow that she wrapped her arms and legs around and snuggled her face into and tried to sleep. 

Occasionally the pillow would be her lover. After tossing and turning fretfully for an hour or so Theresa, frustrated and annoyed, awkwardly pulled her pajama bottoms down to her ankles and opened her pajama top and re-entwined with the pillow. She tightened her long thighs around the pillow and ever so slowly rotated her hips to feel the silky fabric caress her body from her shaved sex to her belly, breasts and upper chest. 

She briefly considered twisting around to get her favorite dildo out of the nightstand but she was just too comfortable. She rotated her hips again, this time grinding and then holding them tightly against the pillow. She stretched her long, runner's legs along the length of the pillow, feeling the constraints of her PJ bottoms binding her ankles. She drew her pleasure out; she was very practiced at being slow and focusing intently on every sensation that came to her. 

She was coming to a peak. She felt the orgasm start to build and thought briefly about backing down, to work to reach the peak again - and maybe still again. But as she moved with the pillow she felt her pleasure trigger and release. 

She let out a sigh and then a small giggle as the hot, tingly pleasure moved out from her sex in radiating waves, coursing down her moist inner thighs and up into her belly and breasts. Ahhhhh, sweet merciful Lord, she whispered to herself, rubbing her face against the pillow, smiling in the darkness to herself. 

But as her pleasure started to ebb and she started drifting off to a very relaxed and blissful sleep she started to ask her husband to caress and massage her back. She stopped herself from verbalizing the thought but she ached to feel her husband's body stretched and pressed, molded, against her naked back, his hands cupping her breasts, occasionally one of his hands lazily dropping to caress her belly and inner hip.

~~~~~~~~~~

Patrol Officer Dana Clark sat down on the end of her bed after she got home from her tour. She slumped slightly, as much as her body armor would allow, and looked around her dimly lit bedroom at nothing in particular. She felt emotionally drained and bone tired; she wasn't sure why but she was too tired to care. 

She pulled the long clip out of her French twist and shook out her shoulder length blond hair then unbuttoned her uniform tunic and pulled it off, casually tossing it on the floor near a pile of dirty clothes. She pulled the velcro straps holding her clamshell body armor in place and pulled it over her head, tossing it, just as casually, on the floor, followed by her tee-shirt and bra. She absentmindedly ran her hands over her smallish breasts, pulling at the nipples as if they itched and then rubbed her flat belly. 

Dana finished getting out of uniform, put her service pistol in her gun vault then made sure that the KelTec 9mm "belly gun" she kept in a strategic place in her apartment was loaded and ready to go in case of need. Then she poured herself a bath and soaked for a long time. 

Dressed in a terry cloth bath robe and over sized gym socks she ate dinner on the couch while she watched TV. Dinner was a bowl of ramen noodles and a beer. She fell asleep shortly after dinner and awoke to David Letterman's monologue. 

She picked up her phone, entered the code to block the caller id, and called an old lover. When she got the lover's machine she didn't leave a message. For a long while she simply laid on the couch, her eyes defocused and her mind blank, the phone lying on her belly just above the belt of her robe. Around 11 PM she made another call and this time the caller was home.

"Hey, Pop. It's Dana. How's it going?"

"Not bad baby, how's it going with you?"

"Eh," she hesitated wondering how much of her inner life to reveal to her father, "I'm okay."

"Funny, you don't sound okay."

Dana smiled to herself, "You could always tell when something was wrong with me, Pop. How'd you get so good?"

"Oh, you know. It's just what a father does," her father said nonchalantly. "So, what's up?"

Dana idly played with the belt of her robe and then dropped it to scratch her head. "Oh, you know, same old same old, Pop. Nothing to worry about. You and Mom okay?"

"Can't complain. Well, I could, but wouldn't do me any good so why waste my energy, eh?" Her father laughed. "Your mother's around here somewhere, you want to talk girl talk with her?"

Deep down Dana was desperate to talk to someone but she decided against talking to her mother. Her mother would ask questions that Dana never had the "right" answers for like, when was she going to find a man and have grand babies? Either her mother didn't understand the concept of lesbianism or she understood and was just not going to let facts stand in the way. "Nah, Pop. Just tell her hi and I love her. I love you too. I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"Well, get some sleep, babe. It will be better in the morning."

"Yeah, Pop, thanks. Talk to you later." She hung up a sigh then made herself get up and go to bed. She put a DVD in the player in her bedroom and fell asleep while watching the movie, Tequila Sunrise, dreaming that she was Mel Gibson and Michelle Pfeiffer was passionately kissing her.

~~~~~~~~~~

Early Morning Coffee and Then Dinner

After morning roll call at the Antioch Patrol Division and checking out her weapons and other gear, including her cruiser, Officer Clark headed for Quik Trip on 87th street and her large morning cup of coffee. She'd just come out of the doors of the convenience store when something on the street caught her attention. She stopped abruptly and scanned the street. She decided whatever it was was nothing and she turned and started for her cruiser - not seeing the woman coming toward her to go inside. 

The two women collided. The hot coffee from Officer Clark's cup shot up into the air and came down with a splash, most of it going inside her uniform tunic and between her body armor and her body, soaking into her tee-shirt. The rest splashed on the woman's upper chest and ran down inside her jogging top. The other woman was Theresa Johnson.

Both women were doing a fair amount of yelling and odd little dances trying to get the hot liquid off them.

Theresa regained her composure first and hesitantly reached out for the officer to try and brush some coffee off her uniform top. 

"Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" Theresa cried. Officer Clark pulled back from Theresa's touch, as much from reflex than anything else. Theresa withdrew her hand and stood there looking a embarrassed. 

Officer Clark finally got the burning to stop and she looked up at the woman whom she had bumped into. Initially all she noticed was the reddened skin of the woman's chest and cleavage and muttered an apology. She too was embarrassed. Then she looked up and noticed it was her traffic stop from the previous day.

"Uh, Mrs...Johnson? I'm so sorry. It was my fault. Are you okay?"

Theresa laughed to try to ease the awkwardness she felt, "I'm a little hot right now. How about you?"


The Accidental Lesbian



Dana laughed cautiously and smiled awkwardly, "Ah, um, yeah. You are hot. And so am I. I'm very sorry."

"Enough apologizing. Do you want some more coffee?" Theresa asked. "I'm buying. Least I can do."

"I'm really not allowed to accept a gift," Dana said.

"Gift? For God's sake, it's a cup of coffee! Please, let me get you a refill." Theresa pleaded. 

"Well...all right. Sure. Thank you, ma'am," Dana said as she really surveyed Theresa Johnson for the first time. She was a tall woman in her mid to late 40's. Her legs were long and lean and she fit nicely in her jogging/biking shorts. Her belly was a bit soft but mostly flat, her torso long, her breasts very nicely shaped and sized and she was nicely tanned. Plus she had this beautiful sort of Marine buzz hair cut. 

Dana's physical assessment of her again was not lost on Theresa. Theresa returned Dana's smile just as awkwardly. "Uh, do you take anything in your coffee..."

"Dana, please call me Dana."

"Do you take anything in your coffee, Dana?"

"No. You're just fine, ma'am. Oh...SHIT...uh, I'm sorry, just black." Dana felt herself flush with embarrassment. God, she hadn't been this brazen with another woman since college. To cover her embarrassment she said, "Uh, I've got a spare shirt in my car. I'll just be over there." Dana point at her cruiser.

Theresa smiled, delighted but somewhat frightened by Dana's open sexual appreciation of her, "Okay."

Theresa quickly came out of the convenience store with two cups of black coffee. She met Dana behind Dana's cruiser. Dana had the trunk open but had not changed her top. Dana took the coffee and immediately took a sip. "Um, thank you. I can't get going in the morning without my daily caffeine fix."

"I know exactly what you mean. Is there anything I can do to help you?

Dana looked around the parking lot and out onto the street. "Um, this is going to be a bit awkward, changing. I got it under my armor so I need to strip down. Would you mind standing beside my window while I try to do a quick change?"

"Not at all." Theresa followed Dana as Dana got into her cruiser. 

Dana wasn't kidding about a quick change. In moments Dana had abruptly handed out the window to Theresa her uniform tunic, tee-shirt, her soft body armor and her lacy, under wire bra. Then she stepped out of the cruiser to tuck the tail of her dry uniform blouse into her uniform trousers.

Theresa stood beside the cruiser with all of Dana's clothing, the most prominent of which was the under wire bra. "You know, uh, Dana, if I could be permitted an observation, this under wire, push up job, while very, um, nice looking, gets lost underneath your armor. Why don't you wear something like I've got on?" Theresa spread her arms so that Dana could see Theresa's jogging top, really nothing more than spandex and cotton. Dana took time again to notice the breasts the spandex and cotton held and Theresa's bare midriff. 

Dana smiled, this time not awkwardly, "Well, I like a little pain, every once in a while."

Theresa took this comment in stride and without looking at Dana said, "Um, a naughty girl." And then Theresa looked the officer straight in the eye and was all business, "Have you got extra armor, Dana?" 

"Well, uh, no."

"You are NOT going out on the street without your armor. I could not live with myself if you were shot without your armor because some old lady made you spill coffee down your top."

"Really, uh..."

"Theresa."

"Really, Theresa, I'll be fine and I wouldn't consider you an old lady," Dana said smiling. She felt touched by Theresa's concern. It wasn't motherly she thought. It had the quality of a lover's concern.

"The hell you say, Officer! I will call your watch commander if I have to. I do not want you injured because of me. I couldn't bear it."

Dana wasn't quite sure what to do or say next when another cruiser pulled in the parking lot and stopped next to the pair.

"Everything okay, Dano?" the male officer asked - using the Hawaii Five O nick name her squad had given her when they found out that's what they called her in the Marines - while looking at Theresa with suspicious concern.

"Yeah Reggie, just a coffee accident. Uh, look, you don't happen to have a spare vest do you?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"This good citizen refuses to let me go on patrol without armor. Says she'll call the skipper."

The officer, Reggie, looked confused. Dana nodded toward Theresa. "We bumped into each other and spilled hot coffee all over each other. My coffee went down between me and my body armor. Can I borrow it?"

"Yeah, sure."

While the officer parked his cruiser and got out to get his spare armor Theresa stepped close to Dana and, looking at the ground, spoke softly. 

"Were you really, you know, uh, checking me out a moment ago?"

"Yes," Dana said without hesitation.

"Thank you. I'm flattered." Theresa blushed from the roots of her hair to the top of her exposed cleavage . "Uh, jeez, this is awkward. Uh, I'm not that way but uh...Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure." Dana wondered what the question would be. She could hardly wait and she felt the other officer's presence might break up this moment of closeness with this woman that Dana had suddenly decided she wanted to get to know. "But wait a sec," Dana half whispered, conspiratorially.

"Hey, Reg?"

"Yeah, Dano?"

"You got a liner for that thing?" Dana said, pointing at the kevlar vest in his hand.

"Uh, I'll have to look." Reggie ducked back down into the trunk.

"Okay Theresa, shoot." 

"Uh, would you like to come over to my place and I'll fix dinner and afterward we can have some wine and watch TV or just get to know each other. Uh, it's kind of like an old, straight person's idea of a nice date."

Dana reached out and barely touching Theresa's chin, raised Theresa's gaze to meet Dana's. Dana felt a thrill deep inside that Theresa did not resist her touch or her movement of Theresa's head. Theresa felt as if an electric bolt of pleasure had moved through her body. It had been so very, very long, since someone had touched her intimately. 

Dana's eyes showed her delight at the invitation. "I'd be delighted. Absolutely delighted."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really."

"Tonight then?"

"Ah, short notice but sure."

"What would you like? To eat?"

Dana laughed like she had the day before when she first saw Theresa trying to expose as much skin as she could in hopes of avoiding a ticket from a male officer. "Uh, yeah, I know what you meant. Uh, I don't want to impose. I wouldn't know what to ask for. I'd feel awkward. I do feel awkward!"

"Look, pretend you're calling home and telling your, uh, significant other what you want for dinner. I'm a very good cook."

Dana looked at the ground and spoke. "Okay. Um, Theresa, hey, it's me. You know we haven't had steak in a long time. Would you mind throwing on a couple of ribeyes and making some baked potatoes to go with them?"

"Gee, Dana, it's a little short notice," Theresa responded to their little role play and looking at the ground too. "But sure. Hey, on your way home why don't you pick up some wine to have with the steaks?"

Dana laughed quietly. This felt so good to her, so right and easy and natural. "Okay," and without even thinking she said, as if she were ending this imaginary phone call, "see you around 7:30. Love you, babe. Have a good rest of the day." Then it hit Dana what she had said and she was struck with worry. She quickly looked up to find a surprised looking Theresa staring at her with wide eyes.

"I, just got a very weird feeling there," Theresa finally said.

The smile on Dana's face diminished and quietly she said, "I'm sorry. Got carried away I guess. I didn't mean..."

Theresa quickly reached out for Dana and held her by the arms, "OH! No! No, don't be sorry. The weird feeling was good, very good. It's just, well, for the moment I want to keep it to myself. Ask me after dinner; I'll tell you then."

Dana's smile returned. "Really?"

Theresa nodded in assent with a blush and a smile just as Reggie came up with the spare body armor.

The day did not pass fast enough for either woman. And neither was really sure what would happen at dinner though they both had hopes that the other woman would give some indication, make some move first rather than have to worry about how to approach this problem. It would be a very interesting evening for both women though they had no idea just how interesting.

When Theresa got home she found all three of her daughters at home. She spoke to the youngest, 16 year old Lisa, first. "So? You and your sisters have plans for tonight?"

"Not really. What's for dinner?"

"Dinner," Theresa repeated, rapidly thinking about Dana's visit and how to deal with it now that it appeared there'd be additional guests. 

"Well, it's going to be steak night. I'm going to get some ribeyes and we're having a guest for dinner tonight too."

Lisa's eyes widened. "A guest? What kind of guest?"

Theresa started to say when Lisa ran off and up the stairs yelling Ali and Becca's names. Oh, God Theresa thought and had a moment of anxiety. It's just a guest. Nothing else. She relaxed. 

She should have checked out what the girls were talking about though because "We're having a guest," after some discussion and critical analysis on the sisters' parts turned into, "Mom's gotta a date! And she's bringing him home tonight!" 

Promptly at 7:30 PM Theresa's doorbell rang. Theresa had wanted to get the door and prepare Dana for the girls but she lost track of time and was in the kitchen while the daughters sat, like dogs waiting for their master to come home, in the living room.  

Becca opened the door with a little more excitement than she should have. She was confronted by the sight of a lean woman, just slightly shorter than her mother, with shoulder length blond hair and a nice tan who, wearing a plain white tee-shirt (without a bra, Becca noticed) and low rise jeans - was holding a bottle of wine.

Dana smiled awkwardly and stepped back from the door to check the address above the door. The address was correct. Dana stepped back up to face a half-frozen Becca with wide eyes and a silly smile who looked as if she were holding her breath.

"Uh, hi," Dana said to the girl. "Is Theresa at home?"

Becca stood still, still staring. After a moment, "I'm sorry, what did you say?"

"Theresa? Is she home?"

"Oh! Yeah, sure. Come on in, please. I'm sorry about the, you know, at the door, Mom didn't tell me that she was expecting a woman to be the dinner guest. You are here for dinner, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Yes, I am. Here," Dana held out a bottle of wine, "would you give this to your mother? And, uh, it's okay - your surprise - Theresa didn't mention her daughter would be here."

Just then Ali and Lisa appeared in the entry way staring at Dana. Becca quickly corrected, "Daughters. There's three of us." She motioned to her sisters. "Let's take this to Mom. Uh, please, just have a seat in there," Becca pointed to the living room.

As Dana started for the living room, feeling slightly uncomfortable and confused about the daughters, she heard one of the girls half whisper, excitedly, "My God, Mom's gone lesbian!"

Oh my god... Dana thought. She was hoping the evening would turn intimate and she would get to explore the older woman's athletic body. She so needed to feel another woman's skin against hers and to whisper things to someone. She even thought maybe she could take Theresa's cherry - if Dana really was the first woman that Theresa had been with. And this thought caused an immediate arousal to sweep through Dana. But now? Shit, she thought, this is going to be different.

The girls burst into the kitchen, each calling to their mother. They were in such a hurry that they almost had trouble getting through the kitchen door. Theresa looked up, she was taking the baked potatoes out of the oven, "What on earth?!"

Becca managed to shush her younger sisters and then barely manage to collect herself. With a broad smile on her face she said, "Mom, your lesbian date is here." All the girls giggled giddily. 

Theresa was shocked then appalled. "Rebbecca, Alison and Lisa Johnson! I hope you didn't do something to upset Dana," she scolded. "Since when has it been the practice in this house to announce a person's sexuality, let alone assume it? How utterly crass and impolite and uncivilized and...!" 

Becca held up a hand, a look of remorse on her face, "Okay Mom. We get it. Here. Your friend bought a bottle of wine."

Theresa took the wine, looked at it and set it aside. "Girls, get the table set and the food on the table. Now." Everyone scrambled as if a drill sergeant had barked the command. But when the younger girls made it out of the kitchen and into the formal dining room, Becca hung back. She was carrying the bread basket. "You know Mom, you never did say whether she was lesbian or your date or not."

Theresa put her hand on a hip and looked penetratingly at her oldest daughter. Becca wasn't sure her mother was going to give any ground. But then Theresa spoke quietly and carefully, looking for her daughter's approval, "Honey, I'm fairly sure it's affirmative on the first item and - I don't know on the second. I have been feeling lonely lately. I don't know...there's just something about Dana - that's her name - that makes me feel, well...she makes me feel good."

Becca smiled at her mother; a smile of approval and humor. "Okay, Mom. Well, I think she's hot. And I think Lisa would like to be able to say she has two mommies."

"Would you, Becca?"

"Would I what?"

"Would you like to be able to say you have two mommies?"

"Um, I wouldn't mind. Would you mind if nothing happens between you two if I tried to date her?"

"Seriously?" Theresa was stunned. Becca a lesbian? Theresa made a note to herself to spend more time with the girls in order to know what was happening in their lives.

Becca paused for what seemed an eternity and watched her mother very carefully, "Well, yeah, I think.."

Theresa shook her head and then smiled, "We'll talk about it later. Let's just make it through dinner, okay?"

"Sure."

"I'm going to go see our dinner guest."

Dana was wondering around the living room looking at the pictures on the walls and various other places. After seeing the first few pictures her mouth opened involuntarily from awe. They were just pictures of military people in various places. She was in one of the pictures. It was taken at a forward operations base in Northern Afghanistan. 

"Interesting picture, isn't it?" Theresa's voice had a quality of quiet enthusiasm to it. She was glad to see Dana although she'd just seen her that morning.

"Yeah," Dana said as she turned. "You know I'm in this one?"

"Uh-huh. I do. Although I didn't realize until last night after I got home with my ticket. Small world, eh?"

"Yeah, small world. So which one of these jarheads is yours?" Dana felt at ease in Theresa's presence and with all the military pictures she felt at ease to speak freely.

"He's the one with the eagles sitting on his shoulders," Theresa said with quiet pride.

Dana's mouth dropped open and she almost braced to attention. Instead, when she could finally speak she said, "You mean Bad Ass Bob Johnson...?" Dana said with a mixture of admiration and disbelief.

"...Uh-huh. Bad Ass Bobby J was my husband and the girls' father."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Dana dropped into her military voice meeting the wife of an officer, "uh, divorce...not that it's any of my business ma'am?"

Theresa looked down. "No. The Sea Stallion taking him to Baghdad took an RPG north of the City. That was what the Marines told me. All hands were lost. He was due...he was going to Baghdad to..." 

Dana rushed to Theresa. For a millisecond she stood in front of her as Theresa was trying to find the words that her husband had died in the helicopter crash days before he was due to rotate home. Dana was fighting a rapid fight in her head: on one hand you didn't hug officers' wives and on another hand you just didn't hug anyone (at least Dana didn't) that you really didn't know that well and...Bloody hell, she thought to herself and grabbed Theresa and wrapped her in her arms, cradling the back of Theresa's head down onto the hollow of her shoulder. Theresa's body was wracked with sobs and Dana tightened her hug, whispering quietly, "It's all right Theresa, it's all right..."

After a minute or so Theresa gently broke their embrace and took a step back from Dana. With a sniff, and as she wiped her eyes, she said, "Bobby was coming to Baghdad to rotate home. For good. He was to spend six months at Pendleton wrapping up paperwork and then he was out."

Dana didn't know what to say. She knew that sort of thing happened; it was just a fact of war. "You know, ma'am..."

Theresa cut her off, "...There will be no more ma'am's in this house unless they are from my daughters. Is that clear, Marine?"

Dana smiled and laughed as she said, "Yes. Anyway, Bobby, uh, I'm sorry, the Colonel, saved my life and career. I owe him a lot." She looked down at the floor. "A whole lot."

"I know...Dano. Bobby called me about a Gunnery Sergeant named Dano who was in some sort of dust up and was really psychologically shaken."

"Uh, excuse me...Theresa. But why would the Colonel call home about me?"

"Because I'm a practicing psychiatrist: Dr. Theresa Johnson, M.D. and a retired Navy shrink. Retired as a Commander. And he consulted me and I pulled some strings at Fleet from people who still owed me favors and you got you out with an honorable instead of a medical/psych, otherwise you wouldn't be a cop now. I didn't know Dano was a woman though until I heard that other officer call you that this morning."

"Yeah."

"Um, I'd like to change the subject for a minute. Do you mind?"

Dana was relieved, all of this was so weird and it was making her head spin. She welcomed the chance to get to another subject. "Go ahead."

"I am a religious fan of the NBC show ER. Did you ever get a chance to watch it?"

"I know about it. I don't really watch a lot of TV though - or didn't, you know how it is."

"Well, they have a doctor who discovered she was lesbian. And this other doctor was pursuing her as a lover. But the doctor didn't feel comfortable just jumping right into bed with another woman or the whole lesbian scene so she asked if they could just be friends for a while. And the other woman said, 'I have all the friends I want. I want a lover.'

"Of course, this was devastating to the new lesbian doctor...," Theresa looked away from Dana, shifting her stance nervously, "Uh, Dana...you make me feel like Bobby did. It's very strange for me - but it doesn't scare me. You know, this morning when you held my chin to look me in the eye? That funny feeling I had was Bobby doing that. But, uh, I just don't know...I've never thought about an emotional, sexual relationship with a woman before."

Dana held up her hand to silence Theresa and took Theresa by the arm, "Theresa, I don't even have any friends, let alone lovers. Don't worry. And, you know, I get this odd, nice, protective feeling when I'm with you, like in my gut, you know? And, yeah, I'm not just saying this, but I find it very weird."

Theresa laughed quietly and looked into Dana's eyes, "Yeah, I know. So...? Where does this leave us?"

"Well, it leaves me hungry. When's dinner?" Dana said with ease as if nothing they had just talked about was out of the ordinary.

"Dinner is right now." Theresa put her arm around Dana's shoulders and started them walking toward the dining room. "By the way, I guess you should know...in case you like someone younger than me, Becca asked me before I came in here if you and I didn't end up being a couple if she could try for you."




The Accidental Lesbian



"Ummm, she's awfully beautiful but I think I want to put my time into you."

Dinner went without a hitch and wasn't too uncomfortable for anyone. Becca tried flirting with Dana but Dana didn't reciprocate though she wasn't rude about it. In fact everyone felt at ease and talked more than Theresa had remembered in a long time. 

The girls (thankfully, Theresa thought) all found somewhere to go after dinner and left. Dana helped Theresa clear the table and clean up. Being in the kitchen together felt so natural for both women. They talked about Bobby and the Marines and told dirty jokes to one another. Then suddenly they both fell silent. 

Theresa was leaning against the island in the kitchen. Dana was leaning against the counter in front of the sync. They were looking at each other. 

"Wow," laughed Dana, "did the silence fall like a hammer or what?"

"Yeah, I noticed. Um, I'm the older woman and I guess I should know what to do with awkward silences but, um, Bobby, the Colonel, was not much for small talk or foreplay after dinner."

Dana raised her eyebrows in shocked but pleasant surprise.

"Uh, Theresa, really..."

Theresa smiled in way she hoped was a little coy and a little seductive and not just stupid looking, "Dana, if you stop me I'm not going to get through this so shut the hell up. If Bobby wanted to bed me, he'd just take me by the hand and lead me to our room. I'd go brush my teeth and pee, then he'd strip me, maybe do some kinky things, and then fuck me until he was exhausted." Theresa emphasized the he. "Are you a girl who fucks on the first date?" Theresa was baiting Dana and they both knew it though inside Theresa's gut she was scared beyond words.

Dana crossed her arms (over her erect nipples clearly poking through her tee shirt). "Well," she took a deep breath, "okay then. As a matter of fact, I do fuck on the first date," Dana said quietly, her eyes crinkling with delight, as she took Theresa by the hand. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Taking Theresa to Bed 

"Take a right at the top of the stairs," Theresa said. Her voice broke as she said it. God, she felt like the night Bobby Johnson had taken her cherry, Theresa thought. Being led up the stairs by this strong, young woman whom she felt this strange comfort with, she felt like giggling. She'd giggled with Bobby that night they went all the way; she giggled with him right up to the time that Bobby had her body revved up and receptive and then things were - urgent. No more giggling. 

And, no giggling now as they were almost to the master bedroom; Theresa didn't want to seem too girlish with Dana. But her face was aching from smiling so much.

As they came through the door of the master suite Theresa walked in first; Dana followed and shut the bedroom door behind her. Theresa headed straight for the master bath, closed the door, pulled her jeans down and sat on the toilet. Just as she started to pee, she startled as Dana opened the bathroom door and entered. Dana was peeling her tee shirt over her head.

The master bath was a large, long rectangle. The toilet where Theresa sat was at one end, the door where Dana now stood, gloriously naked from the waist up, was at the other. Dana leaned against the closed door, her shoulders pressed against the door with her chest and belly arched out.

"So, what do you think, lover?"

Theresa tried to act nonchalant despite the fact that she was flushed from embarrassment and arousal. She had keyed in on Dana's use of the word lover and that brought an extra rush of blood to her nipples and sex. Again she got what she came to the call, the Bobby feeling. "Not bad. Not bad at all." 

Dana vamped in front of the bathroom mirror, thumbing her nipples and pushing her small, pert breasts up and together, forming a nice bit of cleavage. 

"There's a clean toothbrush in the drawer to the left." Theresa said, as if ignoring Dana's vamping but Theresa was certainly enjoying Dana's show. 

"Um, thanks."

Theresa waited to get off the toilet until Dana finished brushing, expecting that Dana would probably leave the bathroom so Theresa could get ready for bed. But Dana didn't leave. After her last swish and spit she turned toward Theresa and asked, "So, are you done yet?"

"Uh..."

Before Theresa could even formulate an answer Dana stepped the few short feet to stand in front of Theresa. Theresa looked up, her eyes wide. Dana pulled some toilet paper from the roll and bent down to wipe Theresa's slit.

"Baby, you've got to open those thighs if I'm going to wipe you."

Theresa giggled. "Uh, really..."

"Spread'em, baby; we're wasting time." Dana said with playful authority in her voice. 

Theresa watched Dana's face with wide-eyed wonder as Dana bent and gently put her hand with the TP through Theresa's parted thighs and gently wiped between the folds of Theresa's vulva. It felt so odd to have another person perform this service but Theresa's body shuddered involuntarily from the parting and wiping of her labia and from the gentle brush of Dana's wrist and hand moving in and out between Theresa's thighs. 

Dana dropped the toilet paper from her hand and brushed her fingertips against the delicate undersides of Theresa's thighs and over Theresa's smooth labia. 

"Oh...my God...Dana," Theresa whispered as she shuddered again from the pleasure. 

"You like, Terry?" Dana whispered back.

"Please, do it some more," Theresa replied even more quietly.

Dana withdrew her hand from between Theresa's thighs and gently kissed Theresa's forehead and then a cheek.

"I suppose you want some privacy?" Dana asked in a half whisper, gazing at Theresa's face and stroking Theresa's very short hair.

Theresa's expression was frozen. She was simply lost in what was happening. She wasn't going to resist. She didn't want to resist. "Not if you want to stay...lover."

Dana stood up, probably to leave the bathroom but before she could move away Theresa reached out and grabbed Dana's hips curling her fingers in Dana's belt loops. She pulled Dana to her and gently planted a kiss on Dana's pierced belly button.

Dana gasped at the pleasure. "Shit, woman, you do that again and I'm not sure we're going to make it to bed."

Theresa kissed again, this time dragging her tongue lightly in an arc halfway between Dana's belly button and the top of her low rise jeans and extending from from hip to hip.

Theresa couldn't see it but Dana involuntarily threw her head back. Theresa did feel the shudder run through Dana's body and heard her moan and Theresa smiled to herself as she went back for another run across Dana's belly.

"Would you mind if an old, widowed, straight woman had a little privacy before she came to bed?" Theresa asked in a whisper as she closely admired Dana's pierced belly button and the taut, soft skin covering her belly. Theresa took a deep breath and her nostrils were filled with a mixture of Dana's arousal and the body powder she'd used and she felt the hair on the nape of her neck rise. She blew the breath out slowly and gently across the tautness of Dana's belly, eliciting another shudder and moan. 

Very reluctantly, Dana pulled away from Theresa's embrace. She cleared her throat, trying to sound commanding and a little disinterested (like she could take Theresa or leave her, it didn't matter) when all she really felt and sounded like was suddenly a young woman on the verge all consuming lust. "I suppose. But don't take too long, baby."

Theresa watched Dana pad out of the bathroom - with what looked to Theresa a little extra swing in Dana's slim hips - and then stood up. She stepped out of her jeans and panties puddled around her ankles, flushed and then went to the sink. 

She pulled her top over her head and quickly unfastened her bra and let it slip down her arms and onto the counter top. She ran her hands over her salt and pepper hair and then looked at herself in the mirror. Theresa cupped her breasts, gently massaging them and thumbing her erect nipples. She was nervous, maybe even a little afraid about be in bed with another woman, being in bed with Dana but she could do this. She would enjoy it too. As her husband and his Marines would say, she was "good to go."

Face freshly scrubbed, makeup off, teeth brushed and flossed, Theresa left the protection of her bathroom and went to her bed and presented herself to Dana. 

Dana was lying in bed, to Theresa's pleasant surprise, dressed in Theresa's Navy white dress uniform blouse. Dana quickly rose to her knees on the side of the bed and pulled Theresa close to her. Through the uniform blouse Theresa could feel Dana's breasts move fluidly against the fabric and then against her own breasts. She felt the heat coming off Dana's body and got light headed. 

"Point of no return, Commander. If you want me, you've got to unwrap me and show me. I'll take care of the rest, boot." Dana said matter-of-factly, calling Theresa the nick name for a recruit in boot camp.

Without comment or hesitation Theresa reached out and started to unbutton the dress blouse. With each button she opened she leaned in and tenderly kissed the area of Dana's soft skin she had just exposed. It was Dana's turn to be light headed. 

By the time Theresa had opened the last button and bent down to lightly kissed the delicate skin just above Dana's mons Dana was trembling with lust. 

Theresa was feeling raw lust too. Though she had felt her own fluids slowly moving down her inner thighs when she was very aroused she had never seen it. As she bent for the final kiss above Dana's mons she noticed the hollows of Dana's thighs were wet and glistening with moisture. As her lips met Dana's skin for the kiss she inhaled deeply and caught a much stronger scent than earlier as she kissed Dana's belly in the bathroom. She liked the smell.

Theresa stood up, a cool look in her eyes despite the lust and uncertainty she was feeling, and looked Dana in the eyes. 

"Your turn, Gunny." Theresa's voice was flat but somehow thick with her desire. "And a word of advice, Gunnery Sergeant. I'm not a porcelain doll that you have to worry about breaking. Do what you want with me. Colonel Johnson was a very rough lover, in fact, his psych eval said sexually he was borderline sado-masochistic." Theresa shifted in her stance, her eyes locked with Dana's and an odd smile on her face. 

"I can tell you Gunny, between us girls, the Colonel had crossed that borderline a long, long time ago. The Colonel was very good using my body for his pleasures - to the point that when we were stationed at Cherry Point, the MP's were called by a neighbor who thought I was being raped. So," Theresa let her voice trail off until almost a whisper, "if you're," her voice broke and she looked away from Dana, embarrassed, "you know, into that and get my meaning, don't be half hearted about it."

Dana couldn't believe what she was hearing and with a wicked smile and her voice thick with lust she leered, "Oh, Commander. I get your meaning loud and clear, and I-am-good-to-go you sick fucking Navy whore. I'll see how good you really are." Dana slid the uniform blouse over her shoulders and got off the bed, going behind Theresa. She slipped Theresa's dress white blouse over Theresa's shoulders. "You have no idea how many times in the Marines I masturbated thinking of officers. Now, I get to do one. And you won't break, eh? That's almost too good of a challenge."

Theresa whispered in a trembling voice, "No, ma'am but I will submit to you."

In her gunnery sergeant's voice, from behind Theresa's right shoulder, Dana yelled, "Don't you call me ma'am, I work for a living! And don't you forget it you fucking Navy slut!"

Dana slapped Theresa's ass then rapidly jammed two fingers into Theresa's sex. Theresa gave out a little scream with the surprise of being violated. 

"I don't believe I heard you, Navy slut!"

Theresa had forgotten what she was to respond to as she felt Dana's fingers curl inside her and stroke her G-spot and wanted to double over to trap Dana's fingers. "Uh, yes."

"YES WHAT, Navy SLUT!?"

"AYE, AYE, GUNNERY SERGEANT! I won't forget!" Theresa yelled with all her might. Dana held Theresa's blouse back for Theresa to slide her arms into and then...

Before she knew it Theresa was on her back, her lover roughly on top of her; Dana's mons pressing hard against Theresa's and slowly rubbing. Dana was pinching, pulling, biting, ravishing Theresa with a ferocity she had not felt since before her husband had gone to Iraq. 

Oh GOD!; she wanted to cry. This felt so unbelievably good. She realized under Dana's assault that she missed her husband more than she ever let herself feel... 

She was lost in the sensations. 

Dana was very, very good.

As for Dana, she was in a frenzy. Her hair hung down over her face; it would quickly become wet with sweat and tangled. Her eyes would become wide and wild; a look that some infantrymen in the military referred to as "the 1000 yard stare"; Dana was in the zone. 

Her fingertips and hands moved over Theresa's body, pulling nipples, hefting, massaging and slapping Theresa's breasts. They tenderly caressed Theresa's face, breasts and belly. They rubbed and prodded at Theresa's sex. Dana alternated between slow and frenzied movements of her naked body over Theresa's. 

Dana didn't think she could get enough of Theresa's skin on hers. 

Her fingers and tongue probed the inner slickness of Theresa's sex, mouth or ass. She penetrated them, massaged them, with the same alternating frenzy and languid movements that marked her outer explorations of Theresa's body. 

Theresa responded with her own frenzy and languidness; with moans, cries, pants and obscene pleadings for Dana to do more. Always more. And Dana didn't think she could possibly get enough of Theresa's inner slickness or hear the sounds she made. 

There wouldn't be enough time in the world. 

Dana used Theresa like she had been alone and without food on a deserted island and was getting food for the first time in years. Theresa was a feast of sights, smells, tastes and sounds.

Dana was still not satiated. She was working Theresa toward yet another orgasm when Theresa pleaded, in a weak but reluctant voice, "please, Gunny, no more, no more." 

Dana reluctantly left the spot between Theresa's legs she had been working on and pulled her body up against Theresa's. Theresa quickly lifted her head off the mattress (Dana had her flat on her back) and licked a drop of sweat hanging from the tip of Dana's nose and then sought Dana's mouth for a kiss.

"You okay, Terry," it was the first time Dana had been so informal with her. 

"Oh, God! All right? You're kidding. I didn't know it was possible to come so many times or so rapidly. I'm in Paradise."

"Me too. You're sure you've never done this before?"

"With a woman? Yes, I'm sure. But Bobbie...you were like him; he devoured me, used me until he was tired. It was marvelous!" Theresa began to cry and Dana became worried. Dana wrapped an arm under Theresa's head and drew her up into the hollow of Dana's shoulder. 

"Theresa...Terry...what's wrong?"

Theresa did not respond verbally. Instead she pulled her body until the front was pressed hard against Dana's front. She sought Dana's mouth and kissed her deeply but slowly and then she rolled Dana onto her back and began the slow exploration with mouth and fingers of Dana's body.

~~~~~~~~~~

Night Terror

Somewhere around 3 AM both women had managed to pleasantly exhaust themselves. Theresa turned away from Dana onto her side after kissing her very tenderly and murmuring, "I think I love you. I hope you aren't offended or freaked out."

Dana whispered, "I'm honored." And she rolled onto her side to spoon against Theresa's back; Theresa almost started to cry again as the remembrance of her husband doing this filled her memories but instead she took one of Dana's hands and firmly planted it on her breast. Dana kissed the nape of Theresa's neck and moved her belly and mons against Theresa's ass. They both went to sleep; blissfully.

Sometime after that Dana pulled away and rolled onto her back. Though the room was cool and Theresa laid covered in the sheet and comforter, a fine sweat was breaking out all over Dana's body. Jerking movements in Dana's arms followed the outbreak of the sweat and then, a while later, Dana's head was moving back and forth; her face was contorted in anger, fear, grief. 

Dana was dreaming. It was what got her out of the Marines; it was the incident that Colonel "Bad Ass" Bob Johnson, Theresa's husband, had saved her from. The saving came from the fact that she was in a very precarious position: under the command of a freshly minted second lieutenant who had zero field experience, Dana could have been court-martialed for several things ranging from gross insubordination to manslaughter. Or, if the second lieutenant had any brains at all and wished his career to progress, he could have simply had Dana tossed on a section 8, psychiatric discharge - even though Gunnery Sergeant Dana Marie Clark, USMC, had saved many more lives than were lost that day. 

Word of the incident at Checkpoint Sierra Echo 2-1 moved around the area quickly. Word of how the green second lieutenant was handling the situation moved even quicker and reached the ears of the Regimental Sergeant Major, 7th Marines. He went straight to Colonel Robert W. Johnson who was working for the Joint Chiefs. The Colonel found Dana sitting at attention on the edge of her bunk, part of the punishment the second lieutenant had imposed until he figured out what to do with "his" stupid, whacked out gunnery sergeant. 

Dana's body was trembling and tears were streaming down her face but she didn't make a sound. The Colonel, accompanied by the Sergeant Major, knelt in front of Dana. "Gunny, can you hear me?"

Dana had fixed the Colonel with a stare and in barely a whisper asked the Colonel a question: "This Gunnery Sergeant requests permission of the Colonel to kill herself. Please."

The Colonel frowned; this was not proper talk for a Marine, let alone for a seasoned Gunny. About that time the second lieutenant came into the tent. The Colonel stood up, pointed at two staff sergeants also in the tent. "You two, you and the Sergeant Major will escort the Gunny to sickbay immediately and you will stay with the Gunny until that fucking Army Regimental Surgeon, running a Navy sickbay," Bad Ass Bob had stopped to listen to what he'd said to this point. "God damn that makes me sick! God damn regular Army saw bones running a Navy sickbay. Well, fuck it! Anyway, you stay with the gunny until that Army jackass sedates her and places her under suicide watch so that she does not harm herself. Clear, sergeants?"

The two staff sergeants snapped to attention, along with the Sergeant Major, and yelled their understanding as if they were in boot camp, "Aye, aye, sir!"

The second lieutenant was flabbergasted. He was standing at the entrance of the tent, his mouth open and anger showing on his face. How could this colonel interfere in a personnel matter with one of his troops? And especially how could this colonel show this woman, who obviously didn't belong in his Marine Corps, and was so obviously a gold brick and maybe a coward, such merciful treatment? 

Dana offered no resistance as the other sergeants stood around her and patiently waited for her to stand. 

As the Sergeant Major, at the head of Dana's escort, drew even with the second lieutenant, the Colonel yelled for the group to halt. 

"Regimental Sergeant Major!" the Colonel bellowed, emphasizing the Sergeant Major's authority.




The Accidental Lesbian



"Aye, aye, sir!" the Sergeant Major yelled back.

"Would you be so kind to inform this officer and young gentleman", the Colonel leered with contempt dripping from his voice, "what he should be doing at this moment?"

"Sir, aye, aye, sir!" the Sergeant Major barked with an intensity that made the second lieutenant jump.

The Sergeant Major got into the second lieutenant's face as if the second lieutenant were a private and screamed, flecking the second lieutenant's face with spittle, "Sir," the Sergeant Major barked and with no respect in sir, "there is a superior officer on deck. You should be at AT-TEN-SHUN NNNNOOOOWWWWW!"

The second lieutenant snapped to attention, wondering what was happening. Before he knew it the Colonel was in his face, speaking conversationally but with his mouth millimeters away from the second lieutenant's nose and his eyes burning into those of the second lieutenant's.

"Son, how long have you been in country?"

"Four weeks, sir!"

"Son, wanna make first lieutenant?"

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

"Then son, something you need to learn and learn it right-fucking-now.

"You need to learn to depend on your senior non-comms. They know what's going on. You don't. You know how to wipe your ass and show up at mess call. Other than that, I think most second lieutenants are fucking pieces of worthless dog shit soiling a good parade deck. But that's just my opinion. Now I read the incident report on what your team was involved in and the actions of your gunny were righteous in my eyes. And you know what son?"

"Sir! No, sir!"

"Except for the Chief of Naval Operations, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs and the Commander-in-Chief, ain't nobody in the world that can override what my eyes see. You savvy, son?"

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

"I catch you fucking with the non-comms again, son, and you'll be one yourself or you'll be breakin' rocks in Leavenworth or," the Colonel paused, "if I should catch you asleep on watch in a war zone or deserting your post, or any other of a hand full of violations of the rules of war, I'll fucking put a bullet in your head and ain't no one in the whole fucking world going to question my actions. I'll write your parents one hell of a fine 'I regret to inform you' letter, though. You savvy, son?"

"Sir! Yes, sir!"

"Good! Now why don't you write someone and tell them that you just survived your first encounter with Bad Ass Bob Johnson."

"Aye, aye, sir!"

The Colonel left the tent and went to the sickbay where Dana was being given a shot of sedative by the Army commander of the field hospital. Dana did not fight. Her eyes were vacant. When the shot took effect she sagged on the cot. One of the staff sergeants who had accompanied her carefully put her feet on the cot and covered her with a blanket. 

The Colonel bent down and gently put his hand on her shoulder and gently gave an order, "You rest easy, Gunny. You are under my direct orders that you are to live. And if you don't follow my orders I swear to God I'll find a way to go to hell and court martial your ass. You savvy, Gunny?"

"Aye, aye, sir," Dana slurred under the rapid acting sedative.

The last thing she heard was the Colonel telling someone to pull her personnel jacket and send it to his office. 

The dream that Dana was having now, that had her body covered in sweat and twitching was what happened to make her request that the Colonel allow her to kill herself. 

At a checkpoint north of Baghdad, Dana's Military Police patrol was on duty. She was in command of a squad of Marines and a half dozen Iraqi police trainees though the second lieutenant was the "area commander" and over Dana. 

She was about 20 yards from the actual checkpoint, checking some radio traffic with the squad's radio operator. 

The radio traffic was panicked and wild. "Sierra Echo 1-4 is DOWN! Sierra Echo 1-4 is DOWN! Request fire support! IMMEDIATE! FIRE FOR EFFECT!"

"Oh GOD! Sierra 1-3 is DOWN! Sierra Echo 1-3 is DOWN! Request immediate fire support!"

"Stand your post Sierra Echo 1-3 this is Cobra Tango 1-Niner. I'm rolling in. Put a little depleted uranium up some asshole's ass."

Dana's stomach tightened; she was ready for action. She could see a Marine Super Cobra in the distance turning in to start a strafing run and heard the distinctive sound of tearing cloth that a 20MM Gattling cannon makes as it fires. 

"Simons, get me the fuck someone at HQ on the radio! We're naked as jaybirds out here!"

"You said it, Gunny.

"Sierra Echo 2-1 to Savoy Hotel, over..."

Another panicked broadcast broke in on the all aid channel; a Humvee with the 2d Armored Cavalry took an improvised explosive device. Dana heard the boom of the bomb and then the answering fire of the Humvee following though Dana didn't know who they were shooting at. They were less than 2 kilometers from her position. 

An insurgent push was on. "Simons, forget it," Dana yelled to her radio operator, "It's dropped in the pot. Take cover."

She looked south down the road they were on and saw pedestrian and vehicular traffic coming toward them. On the hardball. "Shit."

Suddenly two old Toyotas broke from the rest of the group coming their way. The cars were speeding toward the checkpoint and did not appear to have any intentions of stopping. 

Dana yelled at her squad at the checkpoint to take cover and fire warning shots. The second lieutenant was a little lost. He should be giving the orders but he didn't know what to order. 

The warning shots did not slow the two cars down. As the lead car sped past Dana's position she yelled in Arabic for them to stop or they would be killed. The occupants of the car probably never heard her. Dana raised her rifle and started firing on the lead car. She placed her shots well, coolly aiming at the silhouettes of the heads inside the car. 

Soon her squad opened fire on the lead car. The driver was obviously dead and the car careened sideways in the road and came to a stop, amidst a cloud of dust and steam and smoke, about 10 yards from the checkpoint. Dana then directed her fire on the following car. Her second shot apparently hit the explosives packed in the car. It went off, the concussion of the blast throwing Dana and her radio operator to the ground. 

Because the first car was stopped relatively far out in front of the checkpoint the damage done by the second car was negligible. There were only minor injuries among her squad and the Iraqi police. But in the first car was a husband and pregnant wife and their four children. The wife was in labor and they were simply trying to make it to the hospital a kilometer the other side of Dana's checkpoint. 

It was impossible to tell, and no one but Dana and her second lieutenant CO seemed to care, but Dana felt that she was responsible for the death of everyone in the lead car. That her actions prevented a car bomb from taking out the checkpoint was immaterial to the grief strickened Dana or to the frightened second lieutenant. Dana had killed civilians. Dana had killed children. And that piss ant second lieutenant, afraid he was going to end up on the cover of Time magazine as someone who killed women and children could not wait to take all his fears out on Dana. 

Of course, command saw it otherwise. Having lost two checkpoints and the 2d Cav loosing one of its vehicles in this small insurgent push, the fact that the troops at Sierra Echo 2-1 held their ground was to be commended and later was. 

But Dana could not shake off what had happened; what she had caused to happen. 

Her body suddenly wrenched off the bed as if possessed and she grabbed Theresa roughly, yelling in Arabic at the top of her lungs. Whatever she was yelling she was yelling in the tone of a seasoned sergeant and she was repeating it over and over.

Theresa initially was frightened but when she fully awoke she realized Dana was having some sort of flashback. She grabbed Dana and began talking evenly and softly even though Dana was yelling. The two women were kneeling on the bed, naked, facing each other. Each had hold of the others' arms. 

Then the lights came on as Becca and the other girls stood bleary eyed in their mother's bedroom doorway.

"Mother! Should I call 911?!" Becca screamed.

Without taking her eyes off of Dana, Theresa answered calmly, "No, honey. Dana's going to be all right any minute now. But if she does strike out at me then you get your sisters and you out of the house and call 911." 

Becca was near tears. "Okay, Mom."

Suddenly Dana stopped yelling, stopped struggling with Theresa. She blinked, first at Theresa and then the frightened girls in the doorway. She was back in the present and God, what a mess she had made. 

Theresa realized that her girls had never seen her nude in bed; sexually. Dana realized the same thing and how this all must look; she could feel the sweat dripping from her face and breasts from her mental struggle with Theresa. Plus she had just scared the living daylights out of everybody in the house. This is precisely what lost her two lovers and why she was alone now. For Dana it was happening all over again. 

The girls stood frozen, watching their mother and Dana. 

Dana moved quickly. She broke contact with Theresa despite the fact that Theresa was trying to hold onto Dana for dear life, to hold her and comfort her. Dana hopped off the bed and pulled her shirt off the floor and over her head. She then looked at the girls again and felt such shame and guilt. She turned her back to Theresa and the girls and pulled her jeans on and then her shoes and then, despite Theresa's pleas, Dana practically ran from the room, brushing past the girls. 

Theresa slumped onto the bed and pulled the covers up over her breasts. The girls slowly came to the bed, surrounding her. Theresa laid her head on Rebbecca's shoulder and wept.

Dana had left her socks, panties and purse and disappeared into the pre-dawn darkness. 

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Love Heals All Wounds

The following morning Theresa didn't really want to but she held a family meeting with her daughters to talk about what they saw, how they felt about their mother sleeping with another woman.

There was an awkward silence and then Lisa, the youngest piped up: "Mom, you taught us it doesn't matter about a person's sexuality. I think Dana is neat. If Dana keeps you from feeling lonely because Daddy's gone, well, I don't know what's wrong with that."

Becca and Ali seconded Lisa's rather profound opinion. Theresa felt like crying, she was very happy but now she had to find Dana and find out her side. 

Theresa called the police department; Dana was not on duty for the next three days. No. They couldn't get her a message. It was a nerve racking three days for Theresa and family. Theresa thought Dana would call but she didn't.

Mid afternoon on the fourth day Theresa and the girls showed up at the Antioch Patrol Division and asked for Patrolman Clark. The desk sergeant eyed the group and inquired what their business was with Patrolman Clark. Theresa was all ice, "Simply tell her that her mother and sisters are here, please."

"Mother and sisters?"

"That's right, sergeant. Is that a problem?" Theresa said with all the disdain that an a Colonel's wife and retired Navy Commander could muster. 

"No. No, ma'am. Sorry." The desk sergeant picked up the phone and dialed a number. After several seconds Dana had picked up. "Uh, Clark, your mother and three sisters are up at the desk wanting to see you."

There was a long silence. The desk sergeant looked nervously at Theresa. Dana replied. The desk sergeant looked relieved. "Uh, ma'am, she'll be right up. If you'll just have a seat, please."

"Thank you sergeant." 

Several minutes later Dana looked out the bulletproof glass separating the sergeant's desk from the waiting area. Her stomach was rolling - as it had been for the last three days. If she weren't having involuntary flashbacks of the incident in Iraq she was obsessing about the scene in Theresa's bedroom. She took a deep breath and opened the door into the waiting area.

"Mom?" Dana asked, hesitantly. 

Theresa and the girls were out of their seats and hugging Dana. Theresa placed a motherly kiss on Dana's cheek. Dana was blown away. 

"Dana, your sisters and I missed you terribly. You don't call anymore."

Dana allowed herself a small laugh, despite the fact that her eyes were brimming with tears. She looked at Theresa, questioning in her eyes. 

"Becca, why don't you and the girls go wait in the car and let me talk to Dana alone?"

"Sure mom," Becca said as the two younger girls hugged Dana tightly again and said, "We miss you Dana, please come home."

When the younger sisters broke their hug Becca looked Dana in the eyes, "That goes double for me. Who's going to prep me for the Academy?"

Dana looked puzzled but before she asked the girls were heading toward the door. 

"Academy?" Dana asked Theresa. 

"Um, she just got notice that she has an appointment to the Naval Academy. She's following in her dad's steps in the Marines and not mine in the Navy. So she's plenty smart but she needs someone to prep her on firearms and combat craft. And with the Colonel gone..." Theresa lowered her voice and immediately changed the subject.

"It was my first year of psych residency and this third year resident was very determined to bed me so I thought, what the hell. Well, apparently I wasn't that good or something because the bastard never called me back and stopped trying to get in my pants. That was a very long time ago. Then I met the Colonel in my fourth year of residency and he talked me into joining the Navy and then he talked me into bed and then he talked me into marrying him and seven months later Becca came into the world." Dana looked stunned, she did not miss the mathematics. 

"So, Gunny, was I really that bad of a lay for a lesbian?"

Dana was blushing bright red. She laughed nervously and looked away. "Uh, no, you were great! Really!"

"Then why didn't you stay for breakfast and maybe take me back to bed?"

"Well, uh, Theresa, I had that, uh, you know...Jesus, Theresa, I am so fucked up. You don't want to get involved with me. I'd be a big disappointment, believe me."

"Gunnery Sergeant," Theresa quietly commanded, "my eyes, now!"

Dana followed her military conditioning and looked Theresa in the eyes. 

"So who isn't fucked up? You know for a Marine you're having one hell of a pity party. And don't you think I should be the one who decides whether I want to get involved with you and whether or not you're going to be a big disappointment?"

"Well...I, uh, it's just the nightmares. It's what I did. I can't get over it. And God, what your girls must think: me wrestling with you in your bed."

"What do you think they think?"

"That I'm some sort of whacked out lesbian whore."

"And you think they think that after the way they greeted you today? You think my children were putting on some sort of an act when they hugged you and said they missed you?"

"Well..."

"Listen, Dana, there's two ways we can do this. One, I can start seeing you as a patient for your nightmares and your low self esteem issues. Of course, that means we can't be lovers and I'll be masturbating thinking of you all the time, which will really piss me off. Or two, I can refer you to one of my colleagues. I work with both a man and a woman, both retired military and very good with post traumatic stress and then we can try being lovers and see how it works out."

"What about a third option where we just part company?"

"You can look me in the eyes and tell me that you honestly wouldn't want to be with me and my family as a member of the family? If you can, then, well, I'm sorry. I'll miss you terribly. But if you're lying just to get out from facing your problems then I'm going to tell your command that in my professional opinion you're unbalanced and in need of psychiatric treatment. I wasn't married to Bad Ass Bob Johnson for almost a quarter century without learning how to be a little bit of a bastard."

Dana's eyes brimmed with tears. She hissed, gulping back the tears, "You know I'm lonely and that I enjoyed our time together. But I..."

Theresa cut her off, "Dana, honey, if my husband didn't feel you were 1000 percent worthy of salvaging, he wouldn't have done a damn thing for you. Not that I don't have my own instincts about people but if Bobbie thought you were worth his time then you must be a very special person.

"So look. Dinner's at 7:30 sharp. I'm in the mood for steaks again. You be there if you want my company. If you don't show for dinner, when I get into my office tomorrow morning, I'd better see your name on someone's appointment calendar, I'll be paying the station another visit and have you relieved of patrol duty. And if you don't think I can do it, remember I am Bob Johnson's widow. We know our way around the system otherwise you'd probably be a homeless vet with a psych discharge. So, fair enough, Gunny?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Theresa gave Dana another motherly kiss on the cheek and left. "See you at dinner?"

Dana didn't say anything, which worried Theresa but she wasn't going to press her into the corner that she'd boxed her into. 

The table was set for five places. Five steaks were in the broiler. Theresa and the girls were nervous but no one said anything. 

The doorbell rang. Theresa and Becca both looked at their watches, Ali and Lisa looked at the clock on the wall. It was 7:30.

When Theresa opened the door Dana was blushing furiously, tears starting to fill her eyes. Haltingly, with a nervous smile, "I hear you fixed steak tonight Terry."

Theresa reached for Dana and Dana came into her arms. There was a flood of tears. Dana felt like maybe she had found a home and an end to loneliness and the worthless she was feeling over the incident in Iraq. 

Theresa felt like the hole left by her husband's death, the loneliness and the skin hunger she was feeling quite acutely was over - at least for a while. Since they couldn't marry (neither woman was big on going to the east coast to one of the states that allowed gay marriage) Theresa felt fulfilled with having a friend "with benefits," recognizing that someday she or Dana might feel the need to live apart. 

Eventually they talked with each other and were content to live day to day with each other. 

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A Year Later

Dana moved in to Theresa's house six weeks after her second steak dinner. She spent the summer drilling Becca for the Naval Academy. Becca proclaimed she was going to be the first female line officer in the Corps.

A producer for the PBS program In the Life heard about Dana and Theresa and wanted to do a segment on a straight older woman "coming out" and a younger lesbian living together. They both agreed to sit down in their living room and be interviewed. 

The producer was disappointed with the interview. She was looking for political activism. She wanted to know how their activism had progressed, what they were speaking out against, what they were advocating for. She was looking for Theresa and Dana to talk in the coldly passionate language of the life - and they didn't. No activism. No speaking out against and no advocacy. 

The producer felt her stomach sink when neither Theresa nor Dana would speak out against the bald faced aggression against the people of Iraq. She felt worse when Dana beat Theresa to the announcement that Becca was doing great in her first year at the Naval Academy. 

The producer knew the interview was virtually doomed when she asked the beautiful, smiling Theresa to tell the viewers about her long struggle to come out. Theresa and Dana both laughed. The producer perked her ears up; maybe she'd hit on a topic that would add some life to the interview. 




The Accidental Lesbian



No.

"Well, I was terribly horny. I guess I can say that on this kind of show," Theresa smiled and joked. "And Dana gave me a speeding ticket and then we literally bumped into each other and I spilled coffee down her uniform and...well...I mean I never thought about sex with a woman before that day we bumped into each other. But she was - is - very cute, and of course, she's military and well, I guess it was just a happy accident we wound up together. But I'm very thankful for that accident. We started going to church and then she moved in and well, here we are." Dana nodded in agreement as her fingertips played lightly on the nape of Theresa's neck.

The producer hung her head and said, "Cut."

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I will save some of you the trouble of correcting the length of the story. Yeah, there were some long parts in here that didn't need to be here - assuming all this was was an effort to get an older woman and younger woman in bed. But it was and is more than that; it's a story about people and family. Maybe it is too short. But, as they say, "it is what it is," eh? 

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