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At Large

By: Celeste999



Terry and Claire watched from the front porch as the late model sedan pulled around the corner of the country road and out of sight. Terry turned to Claire and her lips parted in her mischievous smile Claire had fallen in love with years ago. Terry lunged at Claire and took her into her arms. 

Claire sighed as the two lovers comforted each other as they were finally at rest after many exhausting months of being at large.

Terry - "Middle of nowhere. Close enough to a town to get what we need. Comfy and secluded."

Claire -- "It's perfect, Terry. Out of sight. Out of mind. And it's a beautiful place for us to hide out and build our lives together."

Terry -- "I'm not saying we have to stay here forever, Claire. Maybe in a year or two, the heat will be off and we can find a nice place in a bigger town. But wherever we land ourselves, I'll just be tickled pink that you're right there beside me. You'll always be there with me, won't you?"

Claire -- "Of course I will. I was so scared all this time, Terry. But you gave me a reason to swallow that up. I love you Terry and I'm not going anywhere."

Terry and Claire had met several years ago in the Georgian trailer park they had spent their formative years. Both came from dysfunctional families. Both had muddled their way through their young lives to stake a claim in the world. Both finished high school and had started to work in less than fulfilling jobs. Neither woman was ever able to make ends meet.

At first, Terry and Claire were simply close friends. Two years ago, Claire got pregnant. The culprit of the carnal act vanished without a trace as soon as Claire told him about her impending motherhood. As they sat in a local park, Terry held Claire in her arms comforting her and promised they'd take care of things.

Terry had stashed away some rainy day money and took Claire to Savannah, the nearest big city, and arranged for her friend to have an abortion. Claire was only 18 years old and not prepared to enter the responsible world of motherhood. Terry stayed with her during the entire ordeal and in the grief that followed in the ensuing weeks when Claire fell into despair over giving up her baby.

There came a night when Claire was beside herself with guilt and Terry cradled the petite woman in her arms on her sofa. Nobody was home at Claire's and the room was dark and filled with only the sobs of her best friend. Both know now that was the turning point in their lives. In the heat of the moment, Terry and Claire kissed each other for the first time.

They found themselves drawn to one another in a way they couldn't explain. Was it the sympathy Terry felt for Claire in her time of crisis? Was it empathy for her closest friend and Terry wanted to console her with the loving touches she had never given another human being? What drew them to the bedroom and the shower for hours of unbridled lovemaking? They fell in love that day. And there was rarely a night since they did not make love. 

They were not embarrassed about their choices, although they shielded it from their parents, and decided within a month to find a home of their own. They found jobs in Savannah and a tiny rat trap of a one bedroom apartment. For months, they spent their lives trying to make ends meet. While those first few months were special to both of them, they soon found themselves squabbling over money and practical matters. If their fighting had continued, they probably would have split up.

Sometimes women and men commit acts born out of desperation. Terry and Claire planned the unthinkable. If society could not afford them the happiness they thought they both deserved, they decided to take it with force. Claire was petrified when they first started to scope out a local bank. Terry tried to allay her fears insisting the security was minimal and that the reward would be that they could spend the rest of their lives together in relative comfort.

One Thursday morning, the two women donned their ski masks and dashed into the bank as they had planned. Within a few minutes, and nary a shot fired, they fled the bank with bags of money earmarked for the future of their love together.

Terry and Claire slipped out of town quickly leaving behind their Southern homes to which they would never return. They drove a few hundred miles and found a remote hotel in the middle of nowhere to hide out for a few days. Claire was beside herself with fear when they turned on the nightly news and saw their story. But when outdoor hidden cameras had caught Terry and Claire's likenesses in their car as they fled the scene of the crime, fear crept onto both of their faces.

A few days passed and the bank robbers slipped out of their hotel room and down the road again. They took many months to head northwards eventually reaching the Canadian border in the middle of their Great Prairie provinces. Slipping through the largely unguarded border, they reached a nearby town where they found an inn to stay for the night. They took a long bus trip to Vancouver where they got settled if only for a little while.

Terry and Claire frequented some of the seedier bars of the city late at night. Within a few weeks, they were able to convert their illicit American cash into Canadian currency. They were able to acquire fake Canadian identification. They bought a new car, with cash, and stuffed it full of provisions and little luxuries neither one of the women had ever been privileged to have in their hard lives.

Driving further north, they found a small town called Dawson Creek. No more than ten thousand souls called Dawson home. It was there that the Alaskan highway began. Terry and Claire found an elderly lady willing to rent out her remote country cabin to them for a fair price. She even offered to sell it to them in time if they chose to stay. 

When they toured the hardwood cabin, Terry and Claire were convinced this was where they wanted to finally stop their hot pursuit. Agreeing to the terms, the elderly lady left Terry and Claire to their new home.

***

Claire -- "What are we gonna do with the rest of our lives, Terry?"

Terry -- "We can do anything we want, really. I know it's a small town for now and not much to do, but it's the best place for us Claire. You understand that right?"

Claire -- "I don't miss home at all. And it's such a perfect place. I'd love to plant a garden out back. I've always wanted that. Maybe we can do that together."

Terry -- "Of course we can. And that stream and the creek out back will be nice for skinny dipping."

Claire -- "And out here nobody will see us."

Terry -- "Just you and me, baby."

Claire -- "Just the way I want it."

Terry -- "Maybe we can get a satellite dish too. I'm sure there are lots of things to keep us busy. Hell, maybe we can even go into town and meet the locals. But we gotta keep our cover, sweetie. Sisters remember?"

Claire -- "Yes sis. You are now Sara to me. And I'm your little sister Erica."

Terry -- "Good girl."

The identification they got forged in Vancouver revealed the two mysterious women's identities as Sara and Erica Mathers. They were originally from Virginia, not Georgia, and had struck it rich in tobacco. They moved northwards a few years back and undertook Canadian citizenship proceedings and planned to settle in a small town to enjoy the spoils of life. 

Terry went into town to buy the gardening supplies, arrange for a satellite dish, and to go to a little woman's clothing shop to buy a few gifts for her "sister". In a small town, everyone knows everybody's name and their business. Terry turned many heads as she strolled down the boardwalks of town making her errands. People were asking questions. 

After Terry had packed the supplies and gifts away in the car, she found a little coffee shop to have a quick rest. She opened the newspaper and perused the small town's eight page publication. After savoring a few sips of her black coffee and a forkful of scrumptious pecan pie -- and merely a few paragraphs of local gossip -- she felt the eyes of the crowd burning into her. 

When she looked up, every woman, man, and child in the place was staring at her. When Terry caught them gawking, they quickly went back to whatever they were doing. Terry smiled to herself and went back to her reading. After thirty minutes of relaxation, she got up to pay the shopkeeper for her snack. Terry -- "That was very good pie and the coffee too. What do I owe you?"

Shopkeeper -- "Let's call that on the house, younglady, and a welcome to town. By the way, I'm sorry."

Terry -- "Sorry? For what? That's very kind of you sir, but I can pay my own way."

The shopkeeper leaned forward onto the counter. Speaking softly to Terry, he nearly whispered.

Shopkeeper -- "The locals can be very curious with newcomers. All the gossip these days are about you and the other woman living outside of town. Please forgive them. Even I went through it two years ago when I moved from Edmonton. In a year or so, you will be one of their own."

Terry -- "The other woman is my sister Erica. And my name is Sara. It's a pleasure to meet you...."

Shopkeeper -- "And mine is Mark. It is my pleasure, Sara."

Mark offered Terry his hand and they shook as the crowd secretly watched.

Terry -- "I hope you're kidding about the year initiation."

Mark -- "I'm afraid I'm not."

Terry -- "Well thank you Mark. That was very neighborly of you."

Mark -- "Again, it's my pleasure. Oh and one more thing."

Mark went over to the nearby oven. Taking from it a steaming pie, he placed it in a box and handed it to Terry. 

Terry blushed, thanked Mark, turned on her heels, and sauntered away to her car.

***

As she drove through the country back roads towards home, Terry knew that the town wouldn't be such a bad place to live after all. She planned on making the regular trips in town as she was confident she could keep up the act of their assumed identities. Terry wasn't sure Claire would be able to keep a straight face. 

The next few weeks, Claire was content getting their home exactly as the lovers wanted it. They had furniture delivered, began painting, and soon thereafter Claire began cultivating a garden. Not for food however. Claire planted beautiful flowers. And she filled their property with colors that drew out the natural beauty of their lot. They had their satellite dish installed too. Terry and Claire were starting to feel at home.

And they made love. It was a romantic time in their life. Perhaps it was the happiest time. They spent every evening together snuggled up on the couch. They read, watched television, chatted, or took long walks together. Under the cloak of night, they would swim naked in the secluded creek and stream behind their property. They made love in their comfortable home and pledged their lives to one another. Everything was going so well for Terry and Claire.

One afternoon, Terry heard a knock at the door. Opening it, she spied a woman of perhaps thirty years of age in the uniform of the mail carriers. 

Mail woman -- "I'm sorry to disturb you, maam, but I've noticed you haven't received any mail in the time you have lived here. I was wondering if you needed your mail forwarded here which would be delivered at no charge to you."

Terry -- "My sister and I have a post office box, but in truth we don't receive much mail. Our parents died last year and we are a very private family. All our bills are prepaid so I guess we don't get much mail."

Mail woman -- "Well, we can make arrangements for your scant mail to still come to your doorstep. I'd be glad to bring it to you whenever it arrives."

Terry -- "That's very kind of you. Sure. What the heck. What do you need me to do?"

Mail woman -- "Well my name is Cheryl. And you are....?"

Terry thought for a moment this was a charade by other members of the curious town to nose into the lives of Terry and Claire. So be it. She thought this would be the only way for them to eventually feel welcome in Dawson Creek. Claire came down the stairs to find out who had intruded on her nap.

Terry -- "Well I'm Sara Mathers and this is my sister Erica."

Cheryl -- "A pleasure to meet you both. If you fill out this card, I'll be glad to bring your mail to you as often as it comes."

Terry filled out the card and gave it back to the friendly mail carrier. Terry thanked Cheryl for the offer and Cheryl took off in her delivery jeep and out of their lives for the moment.

Claire -- "She seems nice. Is everyone in town that nice, Terry?"

Terry -- "They are a little guarded. It will take some time for them to warm to us and accept us, sweetie."

Claire -- "While this last month has been wonderful, I'd really like to come to town with you. Will you let me come next time you go?"

Terry -- "Are you sure you want to? You seemed pretty content here."

Claire -- "I'm getting cabin fever."

Terry -- "Okie dokie sweetie. How about we go do a little shopping today? Maybe I can introduce you to Mark at the coffee shop. He's a really nice guy."

Claire -- "I'd love that. What should I wear?"

Terry watched as the happiness filled Claire's expressive face. She just wanted to spend some time with her lover. Terry watched as Claire skipped up the stairs and heard her rummaging through the closet desperately trying to find something suitable to wear. Terry was worried Claire couldn't keep up the act, but she couldn't very well keep her cooped up in the cabin for the rest of their lives. Terry sighed and walked up the stairs to find something to wear too.

***

As Terry and Claire drove over the bumpy, gravel roads, Claire reached over and took Terry's hand. They both wore full length dresses that zipped up their backs. Terry usually chose a hunter green as it brought out the color of her eyes. She was twenty years old and in the prime of her life. Terry was slightly taller than the average woman. She had short dark hair fastened behind the back of her head in a tight bun with a little wooden stick running through its centre. She was a curvy, busty woman that filled the dress provocatively. But Terry's attentions were on her companion. Claire was a tiny, petite woman. She seemed fragile at first glance. Her features were delicate. She had high cheek bones lodged in the expressive face nearly always adorned with a bright smile. She had beautiful blue eyes with a thick iris that Terry could peer into for hours. Her long locks of blonde hair draping down her back were always tempting targets of Terry's fingers. Terry felt very lucky to have Claire in her life. 

They arrived in mid town and had decided they wanted to go to a woman's clothing store, the grocery store, the agricultural merchant for more gardening supplies, and then end up at the coffee shop. As they embarked on their stroll down the main street, Terry watched as passersby gawked at the two of them. Terry took Claire's hand as they walked down the boardwalks along the busy shops. Claire was oblivious of the stares as she was just happy to get out of the cabin to see the town they now called home. Shopkeepers were coming to the windows to nonchalantly catch a glimpse of the two women as they approached their first stop.

Terry had been in the shop on her first visit to town. Both of the women browsed through the wares of the shop deciding on numerous outfits they wanted to try on. Terry and Claire would lift the dresses on their hangers up to the bodies of each other and give them their approval or their distaste. After a few moments of this, the woman behind the register came over to two shoppers.

Shopkeeper -- "I think that dress would look sublime on you. We have dressing rooms over there if either of you would like to try on anything we have here. My name is Vera by the way and I'll be here if I can be of any assistance."

Terry -- "Thank you Vera. My name is Sara and this is my sister Erica. I think we'll try on all of these. But do you sell lingerie?"

Vera -- "Yes, but I never thought it proper to leave unmentionables out in the middle of the store. I have a back room I can take you both to after you've tried on these."

Claire -- "Yes I think we'd like that very much, wouldn't we Ter.....Sara?"

Terry noted the near miss of Claire, but simply agreed as they giggled and headed to the same change room. Vera stifled a gasp as the two women went into the same change room and Terry winked at the shopkeeper.

Terry sat on a chair in the change room as Claire slipped out of her dress and into the various outfits. She spun around in delight as she tried them all on. Terry and Claire were both very satisfied with all their choices and Claire switched seats with Terry. Terry stripped out of her clothes and modeled her choices for her lover. Again, they were both content. When Terry stripped out of her last outfit, Claire jumped into Terry's arms and gave her a big kiss.

Terry -- "What was that for?"

Claire -- "For bringing me along. I'm sorry I almost screwed up a few minutes ago."

Terry -- "Just be careful, Erica. Get in the habit of using that name, sweetie."

Claire -- "I just don't want to forget who I am."

Terry -- "Honey, you will always be the woman I fell in love with. But for now, you have to be someone else in town. Ok?"

Claire -- "I can do that and I'll be much more careful."

Terry -- "I know you will sweetie. Now let's go pay for these before Vera thinks we're very close sisters."

The girls giggled and toted their purchases to the register meeting Vera with the flushed cheeks. Vera took the women to the backroom where displays of negligees of virtually every imaginable type. After finding some garments they both loved, Terry decided it would be over the top to end up in the same change room this time around. Claire gave Terry a mock pout and went and tried on the lacy stuff. Terry waited for her to return and was met with a look of approval. They went and paid for the garments. 

Vera -- "Come back any time, girls. Thank you so much for your business. We get new shipments in every Wednesday so you're especially welcome then."

Terry -- "I think my sister and I will be back often, Vera. Thank you for all your help."

The two girls continued their walk down the main street and carried their outfits in garment bags. They made a stop at the grocery store picking up the necessities of life. Terry resisted patting Claire's bum as they turned corners in the aisles of food as she was always wont to do. She really had to restrain herself. They continued along to the agricultural merchant and bought some more flowers and headed back to the car where they stored their daily acquisitions.

Together they skipped, literally skipped, hand and hand down the boardwalks to the coffee shop. Everyone looked up as the two "sisters" entered the establishment. Mark perked up from his boredom as Terry and Claire came into the shop. Taking their orders, he personally came over and sat with them as they enjoyed their pie and coffee. 

Claire -- "Sara....everyone is looking at me."

Mark smirked.

Terry -- "I'm afraid they are looking at both of us, sweetie, and have been on our whole visit."

Claire -- "Oh really, I didn't notice."

Mark -- "Girls...I'm glad I've got to meet the two of you. But I have a good idea for the two of you. Next weekend is the town picnic. Right in the park. You should both come to it."

Claire -- "Oh Sara could we? Pretty please?"

Terry -- "Ok that does sound fun. By the way, thank you Mark. This was just as good as always."

***

Mark pointed over at the countertop noting another box that was approximately pie sized. The two women left after some small talk with Mark and took off down the way. As they approached their car, Terry spotted the one town cinema down the block. Claire looked alarmed as they continued down the boardwalk to the cinema. Looking up at the marquee (and not really caring what was playing), Terry pulled Claire along to the theatre and bought them tickets for the matinee. Claire and Terry hadn't seen a movie in a very long time on the big screen so Claire was ecstatically thankful. Once inside, Claire dragged Terry into the ladies room which was completely unoccupied. Pulling her into the stall, Claire showed Terry her thanks in her own unique way. 


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Claire pinned Terry against the wall of the stall. Her lips fell upon Terry's neck and suckled at the soft skin. Claire giggled in delight as Terry moaned softly. Claire's hands reached for Terry's ample breasts and massaged them through her dress. Claire's lips found Terry's ears and whispered something this writer is not going to repeat. Terry was worried they might get caught, but was also caught off guard by her normally demure lover exhibited such forwardness. Claire's lips found the deeply descending neckline of Terry's dress and kissed Terry's partially exposed breasts. Terry was lost in the heat of the moment.

Terry didn't realize Claire's hands had eased her dress up and around her curvy hips. Claire's naughty fingertips had eased Terry's thong panties aside to run her fingers over her already moistening mound. Up and down Terry's shaven pussy, Claire teased her lover pushing her petite body against Terry's as they felt the stalls rocking slightly behind them. Terry didn't care. Claire didn't care. 

Terry felt the pressure building within her and her moans were becoming much more conspicuous. As Claire continued to tease Terry's moist lips and kissed her lover's exposed cleavage, Terry stifled her howl as she felt the orgasm overcome her. Terry opened her eyes and saw Claire's curious look on her face turn into glee. They held each other close and kissed one more time. 

They tidied up their appearances and Terry threw some cold water on her face. Out they went to the concession stand as if nothing had happened. They bought some buttered popcorn and a couple of drinks and found out this old school theatre had a balcony. Claire winked at Terry and they both went upstairs to sit at the front of the unoccupied balcony. They looked down into the theatre to find they were virtually the only patrons today.

The movie began almost immediately as Terry threw her arm around her lover. They fed each other greasy popcorn and licked each other's slippery fingertips as the images flicked on the screen. Over and over, their fingers met in the bucket of popcorn and little surges of electricity ran through their wanting bodies. It didn't take long for the movie to become significantly less compelling. Alone on the balcony, they necked for the remainder of the show. Their hands wandered up each of their dresses and both of the lovers reached their summits of ecstasy in a handful of moments. 

When the credits rolled, Terry couldn't resist Claire any longer. She feigned a miffed and impatient look and dragged her along the boardwalk to their car. They drove off and out of town, but they didn't get far before Terry couldn't resist pulling over at a little lookout by the nearby lake. Seeing there were no cars parked here so close to supper time, she dragged Claire along down the steps towards the lake. 

The lake had a beach of white sand. There was a little cabin nearby that served as a concession stand in the summer months. It was now autumn and there was a stiff breeze in the air. Terry looked around and was satisfied they were alone. Terry reached behind Claire and unzipped her dress letting it fall on the sand. As gravity did its duty, Terry reached back and unhooked Claire's bra clasp and tore the lacy bra from her tiny body. Reaching down, she eased her panties over her narrow hips and let them fall to the sand.

Terry lurched back to take off her clothes seductively swaying her hips in front of her lover. Claire stood there naked in the light of the falling sun and watched Terry ditch her clothes. Once naked, Terry took Claire to the edge of the beach and tip toed into the cool water. Terry lowered Claire into the water with her and they were virtually covered in the shallows of the little lake. 

For what seemed like an eternity, their mouths, lips, tongues, and bodies kept themselves busy. They didn't know, however, that someone was watching from the look out above.

***

Cheryl, the mail carrier, recognized Terry and Claire's car at the lookout when she was returning from her daily routine. She pulled her jeep up to the lookout to see if she could catch a glimpse of the two new denizens of the town. Cheryl was just as curious as the rest of the townspeople. But perhaps for a different reason than most.

Cheryl was now thirty and had harbored lustful feelings for women since her teenage years. She had always quenched her thirst for the gentler sex with quick romps in the hay with desperate men in town. Cheryl masturbated daily and often found her mind drifting to the beautiful, eligible, young women of Dawson Creek. It was more than one occasion that the mysterious sisters were the subject of her affections.

When she approached the lookout and peered down at the beach, she was mesmerized. Cheryl couldn't take her eyes off the scene. Almost unconsciously, her hand dipped into her low cut uniform shirt and teased her hard nipples. They hurt. Easing the pain of her throbbing nubs of flesh, her other free hand descended into her trousers and down into her damp panties. Cheryl lost count of how many powerful orgasms she had in that next hour. 

Cheryl decided to retreat before she got caught and was surprised nobody had driven by the lookout in her time lurking there. She returned to town in her jeep with thoughts racing in her head. Cheryl didn't know if the women were just lovers masquerading as sisters or indeed they were....loving sisters. Either way, Cheryl didn't care and would guard their secret in exchange for her own fantasies. She didn't want to reveal to her townspeople her own desperate needs either which may have been obvious if she even contemplated spilling the beans.

Cheryl drove back to the post office in Dawson Creek dropping off her mail bags and the uniform. She undressed in the locker room and hopped into a long hot shower. Since she was the only woman working in the office, she always had this whole locker room to herself. She used her time wisely.

Climbing back into her civilian clothes, Cheryl got into her own car. Her curiosity knew no bounds, however, and she returned to the lookout to find Terry and Claire had left for home. Cheryl approached the mysterious sister's home, but parked a safe discreet distance away from it. Cheryl quietly and patiently snuck up towards the cabin and watched through the large bay window as Terry and Claire relaxed on a fur rug by the fireplace. Both were wearing the lingerie they had bought that day. They shared a bottle of what looked like champagne. They fed each other strawberries dipped in cream.

Cheryl dared to get closer and was careful not to let the boards on the patio creak as to reveal her covert voyeurism. She watched on as the women fed each other until the strawberries and champagne were gone. Cheryl secretly wanted to be one or either of the women on that fluffy rug.

Terry hefted the petite Claire up into her strong arms and took her upstairs. Cheryl knew she was being deprived of the rest of the shenanigans of the night. Or was she?

Cheryl went to the front door to find it unlocked. In the heat of their passions, Terry and Claire had forgotten to lock the door behind them. Cheryl paused for a moment hesitating over the insanity of what she proposed to do. She then heard a loud cackling upstairs. 

In the door, she went closing it firmly behind herself. Cheryl crept up the stairs slowly and up to the bedroom door. The door was completely open as the mysterious sisters lied on the bed entirely naked. The room was dark and the moonlight was coming in through the windows to frame the two of them in its glimmering spotlight. Cheryl watched as the two women embraced and kissed. She watched as Terry massaged the lithe body of Claire. She watched as both women enjoyed the oral delights both women had obviously offered each other for years. Cheryl couldn't take her eyes off the two SISTERS. She didn't dwell on that for the moment as she watched, as her jaw nearly hit the floor to reveal her snooping, as Terry fitted a leather harness up around her waist. The large strap on dildo pressed against Claire's soaking wet pussy. 

The sounds of their pleasure filled the room and the house. Those same happy songs filled the heart of the nosy mail carrier. Cheryl watched as Terry fucked Claire in every conceivable position. After more than an hour, Terry collapsed in a heap on the bed. Claire eased the harness off of her and found her rightful place between Terry's legs. 

Claire tasted the supple flesh of Terry's inner thighs. Coated with a veneer of sweat, she tasted every salty inch. Claire found Terry's lips and cast her spell on Terry. Cheryl had not realized how much she was kneading her own breasts and teasing her throbbing clit in all this time. She was completely turned on, but had resisted cumming. Cheryl had halted herself from screaming out in bliss.

Cheryl wanted to reveal herself to Claire and Terry, but knew this was definitely not the right time. She steadied herself as she watched the two women end up in a steamy shower in the dark bathroom. Cheryl excused herself closing the door behind her. She went home still unsure what she should do. Cheryl, in the midst of her passionate day dreams, thought of a plan.

***

Terry and Claire spent the next few days alone working on Claire's garden. There were a few trips to the creek to skinny dip. The two women had become brazen about their passions for one another as they felt more comfortable with their remote home. Nobody ever came out there.

The weekend came and two women scampered around the bedroom finding fun picnic wear. Both women wore cut off denim shorts, not as short as they would have liked, and short sleeve t shirts that flattered their curves but weren't all that revealing. Terry and Claire packed a cooler with sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a bottle of wine. They drove into town to find it bustling with activity. Finding parking, they walked hand in hand towards the city park at the centre of the town.

Terry and Claire ignored the gawking bystanders and showed up at the picnic. They found a nice shady spot and placed a soft blanket on the grassy knoll. They relaxed and poured a glass of wine for each of them. 

Considering the reaction of the townspeople thus far, they didn't expect that anybody would take a keen interest in meeting them. But Terry and Claire weren't going to pass up the opportunity to at least be social. They sure didn't want to be perceived as snobs. Vera from the clothing boutique dropped by and introduced the sisters to her family. They talked at length and Vera invited them to come by the shop to try on more of her new fashions.

Mark brought his family by as well and introduced his three well behaved kids to the girls. All of them took a liking to the women and Mark decided to move his family beside Terry and Claire. They spent the afternoon playing games and having a great deal of fun frolicking in the grass. Terry and Claire got to know Mark and his charming wife Stephanie very well on that afternoon. 

Terry and Claire were pleased that others introduced themselves over the course of the afternoon too. Terry and Claire settled back on their blanket later in the day and sat to eat some of their food they had packed for the occasion. Enjoying maybe just a smidgen more wine than they normally would, they finished off the fruit and sandwiches they had brought. Terry would have loved to feed Claire as they did in private, but decided that wouldn't be such a good way to uphold their charade as sisters.

Terry and Claire returned home with a newfound desire to fit in. 

***

As winter rapidly approached, Terry and Claire continued to enjoy their times together. While they enjoyed an exciting evening out with new friends, they always relished the time they got to spend together alone. They were missing their skinny dipping as it was far too brisk to attempt that any longer until the next year. Both women were enjoying an afternoon on the patio when they saw the mail carrier's jeep approaching. Terry and Claire wandered down the front steps to meet Cheryl once more.

Cheryl approached with a packet of materials in her clutches. 

Cheryl -- "I thought since you don't get much mail, I'd bring you some of the catalogues and town gossip stuff. I hope you don't mind."

Terry -- "Of course not. That was very thoughtful of you, Cheryl. It's nice to see you again after so long."

Cheryl -- "It's going to get really cold out here. You might want to buy another cord of wood and cover it in a tarpaulin out back. You will need to keep warm somehow."

Terry -- "Oh I planned on doing that, but had to find some way to get it back here. It won't fit in our car."

Cheryl -- "I could use the jeep to bring it back here. I'd be glad to help."

Terry -- "We couldn't impose like that, Cheryl."

Cheryl -- "It's not imposing, Sara. I've got to come out to deliver the mail to Ms Sharon down the road and she gets lots of mail."

Terry -- "Okie dokie. But maybe I'll come with you then."

Cheryl -- "How about now? All of us could go."

Claire -- "Oh could we, Sara? Pretty please?"

Terry -- "Of course, sis. You know I've always been a sucker for pretty please."

The women hopped into Cheryl's jeep and went further out to a lumber yard. There they bought more than a cord of wood and the burly and helpful lumberjack bundled the wood and loaded it on the jeep. He even offered to follow the women back to their home to offload it for them. They took him up on his thoughtful offer as they couldn't bear the thought of lifting all that heavy hardwood.

After they got everything back to the house and offloaded, they watched the pickup drive off. Cheryl looked upon her new friends. 

Cheryl -- "Oh one more thing. I've got a place on the east outskirts of town. If you ever feel like a sauna or a hot tub for a break from the monotony, you're more than welcome to come by and use mine. It might be a nice break from the cold in the worst part of the winter."

Terry -- "I'm a bit worried we might get snowed in up here so we sort of stocked up inside just in case."

Cheryl -- "They keep these roads pretty clear even in the heart of the winter. Did you know the mayor lives down the road?"

Terry -- "No I didn't. To be honest, I've never met him."

Cheryl -- "Yes, they sort of pander to him so you get to enjoy the spoils."

Terry -- "Thanks Cheryl. And from the look on the face of my sister we might take you up on your offer."

Cheryl -- "How about this weekend?"

Terry -- "Only if you let us treat you to dinner first."

Cheryl -- "Seems like a fair deal to me. Saturday at 5 at Reggie's?"

Terry -- "Never been there. Sounds perfect."

With that, Cheryl drove off in her jeep. She looked in her rear view mirror as she drove away from Terry and Claire. Seeing the larger woman with her arm around the other, she smiled to herself.

"Sisters, my ass."

***

Terry and Claire hopped into tight hip hugging jeans and silken blouses on Saturday. They had called ahead for reservations for three. The owner, presumably Reggie, hesitated when they requested a reservation for three. Reggie was likely wondering who the third party would be when they showed up.

At 5PM, Terry and Claire pulled into the parking lot of the little bistro. It was nothing elaborate, nor run of the mill, but the two women casually walked up to the front door. Inside, they found Cheryl waiting. Cheryl was all dolled up and looking much more feminine than she normally did in her uniform. Terry thought for a moment she may have instinctively licked her lips as they approached but dismissed that when Cheryl didn't react. 

Cheryl approached the women and hugged each of them. Claire readily accepted the hug and held the mail carrier tightly. Claire had always been a cuddle monster. Terry was taken aback at first, but relaxed into Cheryl's embrace. She was still glad she had met the charming character.

The bistro was nearly empty, but the three women attracted the attention of the other diners as they were escorted to their table. They sat down and engaged in a little small talk as they ordered a bottle of wine. Loosening their inhibitions, they chatted about slightly more intimate details of their life. Terry spoke on behalf of the two women explaining their parents had left behind considerable wealth from a tobacco plantation in the South. They would be comfortable and financially solvent for the rest of their lives. Cheryl had grown up in town and had leaded a dull life in comparison. She had always welcomed a little excitement and wanted to make more friends. Cheryl apologized for her abrupt offering of friendship, but she always liked to take the bull by the horns.

The three women ordered their meals and had a splendid dinner complimenting the chef on the preparation of the cuisine. Leaving with satisfied stomachs, they drove in separate cars following to Cheryl's home. It was a modest place, but suitably secluded from any nearby homes. The lot was lined with trees and opened at the back end onto an open rolling meadow.

Heading inside, Cheryl offered more refreshments to Terry and Claire. Terry secretly remarked to herself that Cheryl was trying to get them both drunk. She dismissed the act as hospitality and took Cheryl up on her inviting offer. Terry offered them a guest room to change, and the two women did change into their bikinis (new ones they had never used before since they usually swam a la carte), and the women came out to find Cheryl in a skimpy bikini as well.

Terry and Claire both found themselves figuratively drooling over Cheryl's curves. Cheryl hadn't worn clothes that exaggerated her beautiful body before now. But curves she had for a woman of thirty years of age. Cheryl smiled at the reaction and offered each of the women a fluffy towel and ushered them downstairs. The basement was remodeled to house the large hot tub into the floor and a separate room off to the side was obviously the sauna. 

Putting their towels down at the side of the hot tub, the women clambered inside testing the water first with their toes. It was a cauldron of warmth and Cheryl had left it running while they were having dinner. Easing their bodies inside each of the women felt their muscles loosen. Terry and Claire sat near to one another as Cheryl sat across from them.

Cheryl -- "So when are you going to admit you aren't sisters?"

Terry -- "Pardon me?"

Cheryl -- "Cmon your secret is safe with me. I'd love to be your friends, but I know you're keeping something from me."

Terry looked over at Claire and she was biting her lip looking at her lover with wide eyes. Terry looked back at Cheryl and decided it was time to fess up. 

Terry -- "Cheryl. It isn't easy in a small town to become accepted. When we moved here, we thought that if everyone knew we were sisters that they could accept our living together."

Cheryl -- "You are lovers, right?"

Terry -- "Yes, we are lovers."

Cheryl -- "I'm betting your names aren't Sara and Erica either."

Terry -- "Are you a betting woman, Cheryl?"

Cheryl -- "Not especially."

Terry -- "I'm Terry."

Claire -- "I'm Claire."

Cheryl -- "Now that that is behind us. Any other secrets?"

Terry -- "Cheryl...That's it for now. Ok?"

Cheryl -- "Sorry Terry I didn't mean to pry too much. But I'd love to get to know you both. You both seem so in love and I know you've been holding back for my own benefit. But...you won't embarrass me."

Terry -- "Really? I didn't think we'd find anyone that progressive in Dawson Creek."

Cheryl -- "Well, find the one and only hip inhabitant of the town."

Terry -- "Is that why you invited us here today?"

Cheryl -- "No I wanted you to enjoy the tub too. It's real nice in the winter for sure. And I did want to be your friend."





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Terry -- "No judging?"

Cheryl -- "I'm willing to bet you've been through enough judging in your lives so far. Let's stop it right here."

Terry -- "Let's test that theory."

Terry pulled Claire up and over her legs. Straddling Terry's lap, she pulled Claire close to her and gave her a big kiss. Her tongue plunged into Claire's mouth tickling the roof of her mouth. Terry's hands ran up and down Claire's back as she kissed her lover with abandon for the ensuing minute. When Terry opened her eyes, she looked over Claire's shoulder at Cheryl.

Terry -- "Still feel the same way?"

Cheryl -- "No complaints from this peanut gallery."

Terry smirked and reached for the tie to Claire's bikini top slowly slipping the knot out of place. Sliding the garment from Claire's breasts she tossed it over the side of the tub. Leaning in she placed a kiss on each of Claire's nipples softly suckling at the firm nubs for a moment. In her steamy excitement, Claire reached down and pushed Terry's bikini top up and over her large breasts. Claire leaned down and took her erect right nipple in her mouth and sucked at each for a full minute. Terry had to push her away. But Claire wasn't finished. Her hands reached for Terry's large breasts and started to knead the soft mounds as her hips started to gyrate. Claire now had her legs over top of one of Terry's and she rubbed her pussy lips over Terry's freshly shaven legs. Back and forth she grinded on Terry's leg as she continued to massage Terry's ample breasts.

Terry unconsciously reached down to unleash Claire's bikini bottoms and hastily chucked them off the side of the tub. Claire continued to ride Terry's mounted leg and squeezed Terry's breast with as much force as she could muster. 

The sounds of Claire's pleasure echoed in the basement. And it got louder and louder until she came with fervent satisfaction. She collapsed in Terry's arms and then to her side. Claire rested her head on Terry's bold shoulder as the two women looked over at Cheryl.

Terry -- "Still with us and not against us?"

Cheryl -- "Oh god, you have no idea how turned on I am."

Terry -- "I have some idea, Cheryl. I've seen you leering at us. I've thought you might be undressing us with your eyes. And I knew you thought something was up with the two of us. We probably haven't been as clever as we thought we were."

Cheryl -- "I think I'm the only one that thought anything was odd. But your secret is safe with me. But I have a secret too. Yes, I'm attracted to both of you. Yes, I am a lesbian that's hidden that for too long. Yes, I go down to Vancouver whenever I can to let loose that passion. But right now, I'm more excited about you two than I have ever been before."

Terry looked over at Claire. Claire winked at Terry. Terry winked back. And they both stood up in the tub and sat on either side of Cheryl in the hot tub. The night was still young.

***

Terry pulled Cheryl up on top of her much like she had just done so while Cheryl had witnessed earlier. Cheryl closed her eyes as Terry pulled her close to her. Terry pressed her large breasts into Cheryl as she leaned in to kiss Cheryl's neck. Cheryl let out a subtle groan as her body relaxed into the position straddled over Terry's lap. Cheryl's hands wandered to Terry's breasts as she gave them a healthy squeeze. Terry suckled at Cheryl's neck pulling the wet skin into her mouth. Terry was pretty confident she was going to leave a nasty mark on Cheryl's neck. Claire had moved in behind Cheryl and was floating in the tub. She reached over and untied Cheryl's bikini top and Claire reached around to remove and slingshot the top across the room. 

Terry let her lips meet Cheryl's and her tongue plunged into hers. Their moist lips caressed each others and their tongues danced. Cheryl kept her eyes clasped shut and her mind wandered over the sights in her mind's eye. Claire had run her fingers around Cheryl's body and had taken into her nimble fingertips Cheryl's aroused nipples. Rolling them in her fingertips, Claire heard a whimper escape Cheryl. As her one hand continued to tease Cheryl, Claire reached down to untie Cheryl's bikini bottoms. Once completely naked, Terry exerted herself and placed Cheryl over her one leg. Cheryl found herself almost immediately grinding her sensitive pussy lips along Terry's thighs. 

Cheryl moved up and down Terry's thighs as she slipped her lips over her new friend. Her nipples were as hard as tacks and Claire played with them. Cheryl felt a hand reach her bottom under the warm bubbling water of the hot tub as Claire's fingertip ran along the crease of her ass. Claire's finger wandered from the parted lips of Cheryl's pussy up to her puckered back gate. When Claire's finger subtly stopped there to run around the rim of the starfish, Cheryl shivered. Claire teased the rim for several moments and watched Cheryl gyrate faster over Terry's thigh. 

Claire felt the tip of her finger ease inside the tight back passage of Cheryl easing just inside to the first knuckle. Claire felt the muscles of Cheryl trying to reject her finger, but Claire started to spin her finger slightly inside of her. Then, she started to ease her finger in and out of Cheryl with the pace of her motion on top of Terry. Both Terry and Claire felt how close Cheryl was to cumming and they pressed on with greater commitment. 

They could both feel Cheryl's body quivering and building up to the inevitable. Cheryl's screams filled the echoing room as she finally released her pleasure on top of Terry's thighs. Terry was sure she felt a short burst of Cheryl's nectar rush over her thigh. Cheryl collapsed in Terry's arms completely and utterly spent. Claire climbed up beside the two of them and they all held each other in the warm hot tub.

Terry -- "Was it all you built it up to be, Cheryl?"

Cheryl -- "All that and more. If there was any doubt if I was lesbian before tonight, there is none now. I love you two."

Terry -- "Love is a strong word, Cheryl. But we really like you too. And you're welcome in our bed any time you want it again. Or if we want you."

Cheryl -- "Really? Any time?"

Terry -- "I think we'll get just as much out of it as you. Don't you think?"

Cheryl -- "Yes I guess you're right. Feel like a sauna?"

The three women agreed and went to the sauna. Pouring water on the hot rocks, they all remained there for a long thirty minutes sweating nearly all the moisture out of their bodies. When they finally emerged from the sauna, the cool air in the room felt refreshing. The three women went upstairs to the bathroom and climbed into a luke warm shower and slathered each of their bodies with body lotions. All three of the women reluctantly got out of the shower and toweled themselves off. Into the bedroom they traveled and climbed into bed falling asleep.

Terry and Claire woke up to the morning to the delicious smells of breakfast as Cheryl came into the bedroom with a huge tray of food. They enjoyed a little food, and the company, as they discussed when they might meet next. Terry and Claire offered Cheryl to come by whenever she wished as long as she called first. Cheryl was pretty certain she would be calling sooner rather than later.

*** Tales could be told about the cold winter. The many nights spent in front of the roaring fireplace. The trips to Cheryl's hot tub. The dinners together. The many warm showers together. Tales could be told about when Terry introduced Cheryl to the wonders of the strap on dildo she kept in their bedroom. Many naughty stories could be told. 

One tale HAS to be told though. Cheryl was over and watching a movie with the two of the girls. The phone rang and Terry dutifully went up into the other room to get it. When she realized who it was, she took the phone to the bedroom. At about the same time, Cheryl asked Claire to pause the film so she could "powder her nose". As Cheryl proceeded to the washroom, she overheard Terry's raised voice.

Terry -- "What do you mean some of the money might be traceable?"

Terry -- "But I thought you said it was squeaky clean!"

Terry -- "Could they track it here?"

Terry -- "Oh god! Can you check on it?"

Terry -- "Fuckin right I do! You bastard! Yes do it!"

With that Terry hung up the phone and was crying to herself. Cheryl hid in the bathroom so that Terry wouldn't know she overheard the one sided conversation. She only caught a part of the talk, but it sounded shady. Cheryl wondered what Terry and Claire needed with laundered money. She knew Terry was concerned the police were tracing the funds to Dawson Creek after it got turned into the banks. 

Cheryl remained in the bathroom for an inordinate amount of time. She was completely torn. On one side of the token, there was her undying love for these two women. They had delivered to her the happiest stage in her entire life. They showed her the truth of her own sexuality. They offered their bodies, and took Cheryl's freely, whenever one of them had a need for the other. Cheryl felt honored to have been accepted by Terry and Claire.

On the other side of the token, she was now a smidge more than concerned for her own safety. What had she been drawn into? She was right all along about her suspicions of the origins of Terry and Claire's financial security. And it sounded like their smooth course was coming to an abrupt halt considering it had brought Terry to tears in the next room.

What was she gonna do? Stick it out with the two and hope the authorities were as dumb as she thought them to be? Especially in backwoods Dawson Creek? Cut things off with Terry and Claire offering some excuse to spare their feelings? Run like hell and confess to the authorities and hope she didn't get roped into their likely criminal lives?

Everyone had seen them all together. Could she be an accomplice? 

With that, Cheryl composed herself at the mirror of the vanity. She splashed some water on her face carefully drying it off. Cheryl left the bathroom and heard Terry and Claire in the living room. Heading to the door, she looked inside and Terry was cuddling up with her lover as if nothing was wrong. She was sparing her lover the grim insight she had just been made aware of on the telephone.

Cheryl approached and still didn't know what she was going to do when she stood right in front of the two women.

***

Cheryl -- "I'm afraid I have to go. I just got beeped by work and have to be in early tomorrow. Maybe I'll give you both a call tomorrow and maybe we can see each other this week sometime."

Claire -- "Party pooper!"

Terry -- "Yeah what's with this maybe crap? You better get that fine ass back here pronto. Is that understood?"

Cheryl -- "We'll talk soon sweeties. Promise."

Cheryl grabbed her things and went out the door with a brisk determination. Terry and Claire looked at each other with a dumbfounded look on their faces. Terry's look was fake, however, as she knew Cheryl had eavesdropped in on the phone call that had earlier brought her to tears. Terry knew Cheryl had always concealed her suspicions about her friends so she knew now that her suspicions were reality.

***

Cheryl drove away at a fast clip putting behind her the many miles of road between her and Dawson Creek. She was crying to herself and barely able to keep her eyes on the road. That's when she saw the headlights rushing towards her.

Three government SUVs passed by Cheryl's car and she gasped as she saw RCMP stenciled on the side of each of them. Once they passed by, she stopped the car and gripped hard on the steering wheel. Cheryl had just lost what was most important to her in all her long, boring life. She wept.

***

Terry and Claire saw the headlights coming up the road leading to their cabin. Looking out the front window, Terry's heart skipped a beat. Pulling herself out of her self pity, she looked over at Claire with a tear in her eye. The tear fell down onto her cheek and Claire immediately tensed up and approached Terry. 

Terry -- "Get out the back door now and run like hell. Don't stop running, Claire. And no fucking backtalk. Just do it."

Claire -- "Why would I leave you, Terry? I just can't. I won't."

Terry -- "It's the cops, Claire. This is the end. If they catch us, they'll split us up for sure. We'll spend the next twenty years behind bars. At least. Without one another."

Terry ran to the nearby closet taking from the upper shelf a box. Opening the box, she revealed an arsenal of guns. Starting to load the weapons, she looked up at Claire.

Terry -- "Go! If I mean anything to you, you'll go right now Claire."

Claire looked down at her lover of many years. She froze in her place. Getting down on her knees, she took Terry into her arms and they started to cry on each other's shoulders.

Claire -- "I wouldn't get far, Terry. And I don't want to go anywhere without you."

Terry -- "I love you Claire. But you wouldn't make in prison. It would kill a freebird like you. Me too."

With that, they heard the sound on the bullhorn.

Loudspeaker -- "Terry and Claire! We know you are in there! You have one minute to come out through the front door with your hands in the air! If you don't we're coming in to get you!"

Claire -- "That's it, ain't it."

Terry -- "Afraid so, sweetie."

Claire -- "This was the happiest time of my life, Terry. I wish we would have grown old together."

Terry -- "Can you imagine the old dykes in the nursing home? Shit. Guess I can't even imagine that."

Claire -- "Are we gonna give up?"

Terry -- "That wasn't the plan, Claire."

Claire -- "You go high. I go low."

Terry -- "Deal."

With that, they got one more hug and a kiss that seemed to last forever. They armed themselves and went for the door. Flinging it open, Terry and Claire went out in a rain a bullets and a blaze of glory.

***

Cheryl watched the carnage from a nearby field. She remained perfectly still. When Terry and Claire's bodies crumpled to the ground, Cheryl collapsed rocking back and forth with her knees to her chest. She had just lost the most important people in her life. She had just lost her first loves. And they had just lost theirs.

Ain't life grand?

Celly