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Brenda's Journey Ch. 01

By: Sexy_Lisa



Disclaimer: The characters in this story are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead (or undecided), is entirely coincidental. The following story involves graphic descriptions of sexual encounters. If such things offend you, please read no further. For everyone else, I hope you enjoy the story.

Edited and corrected by Terry Dawson. 

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Sitting back in my swivel chair, I looked around the room. I worked for one of the top most successful law firms the city, Mallard and Mallard. It was my father and his brother, Robert Mallard and Harold Mallard. I, of course am Brenda Mallard, daughter of Robert. I am one of three children. My brothers decided that law was not going to be their chosen field. Robert Jr., the youngest, chose medicine and Michael, my older brother, became a research biologist. 

Uncle Harold had no children. That was his own choosing, well... because Uncle Harold was gay. Uncle Harold does not flaunt being gay, but is not ashamed to admit he is gay. At first I was told that father was ashamed and refused to acknowledge that they were brothers. After some time, he slowly accepted it, and now has Uncle Harold and his partner to his home many times for dinner or cookouts. Sometimes the three of them sit in the den and watch the game on Sunday. 

This is neither about my brothers nor my uncle. When I was quite younger, I was living the modern day princess. No harm or wrong would befall me. My father soon abolished all my problems or troubles outside the home. Inside our home, mother ruled, and what mother wanted, mother got. I was her baby girl and was protected as such. 

When I was eighteen, Mark Thompson took me out on a date. He had brought along a six-pack of beer. After drinking three of them, he got into my pants. Needless to say, I also got pregnant. My father, being the lawyer he is, got him to sign away all rights and privileges. During the summer of my sixteenth year, I had Samantha, or Sam as most call her. 

So now here I am, thirty-six and have an eighteen year old daughter. Even at thirty-six, I still have my high school figure. I'm five eight, long auburn hair, my breasts are full C, and gravity has yet to make them sag. I have a twenty-five inch waist, and tapered hips, with what some call a nice bubble butt. I have green eyes with flecks of gold in them. 

Samantha on the other hand is five ten, dirty blond hair and the deepest blue eyes you'd ever want to see. She is close to being a D cup, with a medium build. Because of soccer and softball, she has maintained her weight well. Her softball coach told me that she is good enough thatshe might even be able to get a scholarship playing softball. 

Well, enough about my family and me. It happened on a Thursday that my world was turned upside down. I was scheduled for a late afternoon court appearance, I was checking my briefcase and noticed the files I needed were not there. I realized that I had left them on my nightstand after going over them while relaxing in bed before going to sleep. 

I told Donna, my secretary that I was going to stop at the house and pick up the files I left there and take a long lunch before going to court. After bidding her a good day, I said that I would see her in the morning. 

Thinking Samantha would be out with her friends at the park, I didn't pull into the garage as I might have normally done, thinking I was only going to be a moment. After I came out of my bedroom and just before I turned to go down the hall, I heard a moan coming from the partially opened door of Samantha's bedroom. 

Thinking maybe Samantha was home and maybe ill, I started walking down the hall towards her room. Her door was open maybe six inches, but as I got closer, I heard someone speaking. It was a girl's voice. I stopped and listened for a minute, when I distinctly heard her say, "Oh god Sammy yes, lick me right there." 

I froze. I started thinking of someone taking advantage of my Samantha. I was ready to kill this person for violating my precious daughter. I was about to barge into the room and confront this pervert when I heard my daughter's voice. 

"Ever since I seduced you a couple months ago, I can't get enough of you." 

I couldn't believe my ears. I knew my daughter's voice; I knew it was her, yet I still could not believe what I just heard. My hands were shaking; I nearly dropped the folder I was holding. I quickly slipped out the shoes I was wearing, picked them up and silently made my way out of the house where I could think and get a grip on myself. 

I pulled into the parking garage across the street from the courthouse. I thought I would use the restaurant attached to the garage but I had no appetite for food at the moment. I just sat in my car, my mind going over and over the sounds I had heard coming from Samantha's bedroom. Trying to think back if I had missed any warning signs that this was all happening, there were none. For all intent and purposes, she was my bubbling happy go lucky daughter. 

A fellow attorney passing by stopped and tapped on my window startled me bringing me out of my thoughts. As I rolled down the window, he said he noticed me just sitting here and was wondering if anything was wrong. I assured him I was fine, but had my head wrapped around a case I was working on. I noticed that I had five minutes before my assigned court appearance and thanked him for his consideration before I rushed off to court. 

Getting my head back into my work, I ripped the plaintive a new asshole. Thanks to Vic's fine work, especially with the detailed pictures. My client, Mr Holding, was seeking a divorce on the grounds of adultery. With the pictures in hand his wife had no choice but to take what was offered, and a reduced settlement at that. When my client caught wind of it all, he hired our firm to represent him, our firm Mallard and Mallard. We had hired Vic to get the goods on his soon to be ex-wife. 

After the judge granted the divorce, Mr. Holding then asked if he could have a word before I left. We stepped over near the jury box for a little privacy when he asked if he could stop by the office on Monday to see if I would take on his company as a representative in all its legal matters. I was almost too stunned to answer, so I reached inside my purse and retrieved my phone to look at my appointment calendar. 

"I am free from eleven on, I have no other appointments the rest of the day," straightening my shoulders and trying to put some conviction back into my voice. 

"Fine, I'll pick you up at eleven, we'll have lunch, I'll explain the basics of my company and then we can go back to your office, meet the rest of your partners and possibly draw up a contract." 

"Fine" I said, "I'd see you at eleven then." 

When I got back to my car, I yelled a loud "YES!" Pumping my fist up and down a few times and then got into the car. I called Donna to make sure I was free for Monday except my early morning court appearance. 

The first thing I wanted to do was to properly thank Vic for the wonderful job he did on collecting the evidence we needed to win this case. Having his number on my phone, I simply sent him a text asking if he was available for dinner Saturday evening at six. I gave him the location and asked if it was not a good time to let me know. 

As I pulled into the garage at home, I heard my phone alerting me that I had received a text. 

"Due to unexpected circumstances, this weekend will not be a good weekend for me to meet, however if you would like to make it tonight I would be more than glad to meet with you. Vic" 

I texted back, "Same location, see you at six." 

I called the restaurant and made reservations for six PM, asking for a private table so we could talk. 

When I got home, Samantha was in the kitchen making a pitcher of ice tea. As I sat my purse and brief case down, she came over and gave me a hug. As her arms wrapped around my shoulders, my mind suddenly thought of someone else's arms around her naked body. Shaking off the thoughts, I gave her a kiss on the cheek, asking how her day went. 

"Oh nothing unusual, Mel and I just hung around, went to the park, nothing worth mentioning," pulling away and reaching for her glass of ice tea. 

"How was your day mom, anything exciting happening?" 

"Oh yeah, I won my case big time, and maybe landed a corporate account in the process," Smiling at the thought. 

"Don't worry about dinner," I said. "I'm meeting our investigator for dinner tonight. He had done such a good job, I wanted to personally thank him." 

"Oh, ok. So do you have any idea what time you're going to be home tonight?" She asked. 

"Probably around eight or so, why?" 

"Would it be ok if I spent the night with Mel?" Looking at me while biting her lower lip. 

"Only on one condition, you and Mel have to be here by noon so we can all go and have lunch together. Deal?" 

"Deal," she said, and then added, "I need to go and pack an overnight bag and you need to get ready for your date tonight," putting the empty glass in the sink and the ice tea back in the fridge. 

As I was stepping out of the shower, I heard, "bye mom" and the door slam shut. I finished drying and doing my hair and sat wondering what I was going to wear. I didn't want to be too plain looking, nor did I want to have that over-sexed look. 

I put on a skirt that was four inches above the knees, and a peasant blouse showing off my chest and top of my breasts, I topped it off with a gold necklace pennant and matching earrings. I put on a pair of black three-inch heels. 

I arrived at the restaurant a little early, so I took the table reserved for me and ordered a glass of wine. As I was sitting there thinking of how I was going to handle tomorrow with Samantha and Mel, I felt someone walk up to the table and looking down at me. 

"I'm sorry, may I help you?" 

"Possibly, are you waiting on Vic tonight?" 

"Yes I am, he should be here shortly,"wondering what this woman wanted and how she knew I was waiting on Vic. 

"I'm Vic, I'm glad to finally meet you," extending her hand to me. 

I slowly extended my hand and felt a firm grip on mine, which pleased me greatly. I hate mushy weak handshakes. 

As I was shaking her hand, I looked closely at her. She was tall, probably a little taller than I was. She had short black curly hair. The little curls just lapping over the ears and across the neck. She had the darkest brown eyes I think I ever saw, broad shoulders and a silk blouse buttoning down the front. Her breasts were small, probably a B cup. She had on a tan pair of slacks, not loose, but tight enough I could see that her thighs were well toned and muscular. 

Finally letting go of her hand, I asked if she would like to sit. She sat down across from me, putting her purse in her lap. 

"I'm sorry for my perplexed expression, but I was expecting a man. Vic is the only name I knew and..." blushing, "assumed you were a man." 

"If you're too uncomfortable, I can leave so that I don't cause you any embarrassment." 

"No, please stay, I am probably at a far greater disadvantage than you, but I would like to thank you for the job you did for me and my firm and now I would like to get to know you better." 

"And what disadvantage would I have over you?" raising her left eyebrow looking at me. 

As I looked into those dark orbs, they seemed dull, almost lifeless, and if I really needed another word, lonely. 

"You probably did a full search and found out everything there is to know about me before coming here tonight." 

"I could have, but after seeing your picture on the firm's web page, I decided to wait and see if you're worth getting to know." 

Just then the waitress came back over to ask if we needed anything else to drink. I told her to remove my unfinished wine and to bring us a bottle of Henschke, Hill of Grace. 

Vic just raised both eyebrows and just as she was about to speak, I raised my hand, stopping her. 

"If you find that you need to forget this entire evening, I am going to make sure that you at least remember the wine," causing us both to giggle a little. 

The waitress returned with the wine. Once she had pulled the cork, she had me sniff the cork. I nodded my head in approval. She poured a sip into a glass and handed it to me. After taking a sip, feeling it's smoothness in my mouth, I smiled and nodded again to the waitress. She poured an inch or so into both glasses, then put the wine in a decanter full of ice. 

Lifting our glasses, and unable to come up with something cute, I just said, "to us," and touched our glasses together. 

I watched her as she took a sip of her wine. Her face seemed to light up, as the flavors began to bounce around inside of her mouth. 

"This is very good, not too sweet, not too tart, but very smooth on the pallet." 

We sat in silence for a few minutes, when she looked up at me with questions in her eyes. 

"There is something I need to tell you before we go any farther," she said to me. 

"What is that?" I asked. 

"I'm gay. You being here with me might give certain people seeing us together the assumption we're together and that you are also gay. I just don't want to embarrass you needlessly." She looked down at the glass in front of her. 

"Then I assume that makes you more afraid of me, than I would of you, doesn't it." 

Again I got that little funny look of hers, as she asked, "and why is that?" 

"Because I am straight, which means I can walk away anytime and not look back. If I were to become very fond of you, there would be a very good chance I could get you into my bed, at least once. For you, no matter how fond you are of me, there might never even be a kiss, much less making love to me." 

"True, but I just might find you worth fighting for." 

This time it was me that lifted my eyebrows, as well as my glass, for a silent toast. 

We had finally ordered, I had the lamb and she had the chicken. All through dinner, we talked about ourselves. I asked if she was single or had a girlfriend. When she kind of averted the subject, I decided to drop it, feeling it was either painful or embarrassing for her. I told her how I almost screwed up my life by getting pregnant and having Samantha when I just turned sixteen. With the help from the rest of my family we raised Samantha together while I finished high school then law school. 

She told me that only her friends called her Vicky, everyone else just called her Vic. When she came out to her family being a lesbian, they kicked her out of the house and an estranged aunt raised her until she turned eighteen. 

We had decided to split a double chocolate fudge cake, and while we were waiting, I asked her when she actually knew that she was a lesbian and not just some random thoughts. She told me that when she was very young, she always was around women and rarely around boys or men. She said that by the time she was thirteen and learned the art of masturbation, she only was able to get off thinking of girls or women. She said that when she was fourteen, an older lady living down the street had seduced her and she never looked back since. She said that she and the lady were lovers until she was kicked out of the house and had to move to her aunt's home. 

When I put my hand on top of hers, trying to express my sorrow for all the pain she endured, I felt a comforting warmness while touching her hand. When I pulled my hand away, I silently tried to find explanations from feelings, but finally gave up when there were none. 

After laughing and joking, some more tales of one another's lives through our second bottle of wine, a much cheaper one, but just as good. 

When we got outside after paying the bill, she asked where I was parked. I told her that I used the valet service and they should be bringing my car around shortly. I asked where she was parked which turned out to be only a few cars from the front door. 

She laid her hand on my forearm, again making me feel the warmth and safety, she asked. "Can I see you tomorrow?" looking at me with hope in her eyes. 

Thinking of what I had to do with Samantha, there was no way I could get out of it, no matter how much I wanted to. 

"No, I'm sorry I can't see you..." Before I could finish. 

"That's ok, I do appreciate at least meeting you tonight." 

As she looked down, and started to turn, I quickly said, "but if you had someplace or something interesting to do on Sunday, I'd love to go on a date with you." 

As the words left my lips, I couldn't believe that I just suggested to Vic that we go on a date together. 

Vic almost tripped when she suddenly stopped and turned at the same time. I could see a faint crooked smile on her lips, and for the first time this evening, a hint of brightness in her eyes. 

"Of course if you had someone more interesting to be with, I would understand," I said. 

"I'll pick you up at ten Sunday morning, I won't be late," leaning towards me and giving me a kiss on my cheek before turning and leaving. 

On the drive home, all I could think about was how I felt each time I touched the cheek Vic had kissed. My thoughts were becoming clouded why I reacted so strange to a simple kiss on my cheek. 

When I walked into the empty house, my mind suddenly came back to my real world. I knew tomorrow was going to be a long and trying day, for everyone. I just hoped that I would be able to come to an understanding with Samantha. I want to keep the closeness we've always had, but became fearful I would lose her if I didn't do this right. 

Once back in my bedroom, undressed and in bed, wearing my long nightshirt and panties, I sat up in the bed, my phone in my hand. My thoughts were once more on Vic. I felt I needed to know one thing before I could get a good night's sleep, if that was even going to be a possibility. 

Turning on my phone, I found her text message and the phone number associated with it. As I pressed call, I said to myself, 'I hope you're not making a complete fool of yourself Brenda.' On the third ring I heard her voice as she answered. 

"Hello!" 

"Hi, this is Brenda," I paused trying to get the courage to ask my next question. 

"You're not calling to cancel out on Sunday are you?" She asked. 

"No... nothing like that, I called to ask a simple question. Do you...err... would you consider me a friend?" 

"Yes, of course I do, why do you ask?" 

"Because only your friends call you Vicky, and I would like to call you that if you'll allow me to." Feeling embarrassed to ask such a question; I waited while there was only silence on the phone. 

"Brenda, am I your friend?" She finally said to me. 

"Yes, and because you are my friend, I'll tell you why I couldn't see you tomorrow. It's because..." 

"You don't have to tell me Brenda." 

"But you are my friend, so please let me... I really need to do this for me. You see, I just found out my daughter is possibly a lesbian or maybe at least bisexual. I had accidentally stumbled across them making love to one another, and I want to talk to her about it, but I am afraid that she may rebel and we will not be close as we once were. I know I sound like a hysterical mother, but I'm so mixed up and for the first time in my life, I don't feel as strong as I should be." As I tried to desperately hold back my tears. 

"Brenda, for nearly four years I lived with the uncertainty of who and what I was. I think I can somewhat understand what you are going through. Just be sure no matter who or what she is, that you love her and stand behind her. She probably has those same fears, and just doesn't know how to express them for fear of losing you." 

After what seemed like a very long silent pause, she continued. 

"Would you like for me to be there when you talk to her?" 


Brenda's Journey Ch. 01



"Oh Vicky, I so much want to say yes please, but I feel this should first be between her and myself. I may change my mind and give you a nine one-one call to come help bail me out of the mess I put myself into." 

We talked for maybe another two hours, not just my problems, but about our personal feelings, hopes and dreams. She promised to call me the next evening to see how things had gone, and said she would understand if I had to cancel on Sunday. I again told her I was her date for Sunday and nothing was going to keep me from that. 

After I had hung up and plugged my phone in to charge, I laid down, listening to her voice in my head as I tried to go to sleep. Lying there, I believed that I was straight but alsohow I had been so taken by this woman I never knew existed before today. The warmth and security I felt whenever we touched one another. The kiss on the cheek that made me so wet, like no one has before. 

A loud bang woke me to a bright sun lit room. The covers were all twisted around me, knowing I must have tossed and turned most of the night. "Mom, I'm home," was the next thing I heard. Looking over at the clock, I realized it was nearly ten in the morning. 

I got up and went into the bathroom; while I was sitting and peeing, I noticed my panties were soaking wet. I could smell the raw sex, thinking this was something I never experienced before. Taking them off and throwing them in the hamper, I brushed my teeth and combed my hair. After putting on a clean pair of panties and my robe I headed to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. 

When I walked into the kitchen, Samantha was sitting there with a girl I had never met before, eating left over pizza from the other night. Teenagers will eat anything for breakfast and love it. I went to make the coffee and saw that it was already made. 

Getting my cup and sitting at the table, I began fidgeting with the cup on the table trying to formulate the words I wanted to use. After a minute or so and some strange looks from Samantha, I thought I was ready. 

"First off, today we three are going to spend the entire day together, no arguments. Understood?" 

They both answered, "yes" as if in one voice. 

"Now Samantha, please introduce your guest to me." 

"I'm sorry, mom, this is my friend Melissa Banning. Melissa, this is my mother Brenda." 

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Mallard," Melissa said to me. 

"So Melissa, you and Sammy are really close?" 

Samantha was just about to take a drink of milk, and when I called her Sammy, she nearly dropped the glass, spilling the milk down the front of her t-shirt. I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing out loud. Reaching behind me, I took the dishtowel from off the counter and handed it to her. 

Melissa suddenly started to rise and say that she had to go. 

"Melissa, sit please." 

"I think maybe I should go, I'm sorry." Melissa said as she started turning all kinds of red from blushing. 

"No Melissa, please sit, I'm asking you to stay." 

She slowly sank back down into the chair. 

Reaching across the table, I took one of Samantha's hands in mine and held on tightly. 

"Samantha, please look at me for a moment. I know this is not easy for you, and I can't imagine what you must have been going through, feeling the way you do and wanting to hopefully tell me. When I heard you and Melissa making love I really wasn't afraid of losing my daughter, but I was scared to death I was going to lose the most precious and best friend I ever had. I just..." 

Suddenly Samantha jumped onto the table, and literally crawled across to me almost knocking over my cup of coffee, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

"Oh mommy, I love you so much, I was so scared that you would hate me and throw me out of the house, then I would only have Mel and no one else." Hanging onto my neck, her tears began to flow freely. Sliding back my chair somehow, I pulled Samantha across the table and onto my lap. 

As the flow of tears began to slow, I whispered in her ear that maybe Melissa needed a hug also. When she looked over at Melissa, she jumped out of my lap and into Melissa's. I could hear her saying that she loved her as she held her tightly. 

"Oh Sammy, I love you so, so much, but you're getting me all wet." Samantha sat up looking at the wet spot caused by her tears on Melissa's shoulder. 

"Why don't the two of you go upstairs and put some dry clothes on and come back so we can talk some more, ok?" 

They both stood, still holding hands as they began poking at one another giggling as they walked out of the kitchen. 

When they had left, I made myself a couple slices of toast with peanut butter and jelly and started to eat them while they were changing their shirts. 

When they returned to the kitchen, I was able to really take notice of Melissa for the first time. She had a slim build, small breasts, maybe a small B, strawberry red hair, and freckles across her nose. Melissa and Samantha were about the same height; maybe Melissa was an inch shorter. She was actually cute and I could see why Samantha could have fallen for her. 

Coming back into the kitchen, I had asked them if we could sit here at the table and finish our conversation while I ate. They said they were still hungry, so they also made some toast with peanut butter and jelly. 

"I want to ask you both some questions, not to embarrass either of you, but I just wanted to understand the both of you better." I said after they were all seated. 

"It's ok mom, I suppose I would have a hundred and one questions if I were in your shoes." Samantha said. 

"First off, Melissa I want you to know that you're welcome here anytime, and I mean what I say. If you ever want to talk, just say so and we'll send Samantha to the store or somewhere out of our hair." 

"Mom!" Samantha said giving me her dirtiest smile. 

"But we are going to set some ground rules. You can hold hands, cuddle up on the sofa and watch TV, or listen to music. There will be no tongue swapping when I am around. A little peck on the cheek or on the lips lasting no more than one and half seconds, unless for special reasons, and then if I clear my throat, it's time to end it. I don't want to come home and find you both half naked making out on the sofa. We clear so far?" 

"Yes mom." "Yes ma'am." They both answered. 

"I'm not going to tell you that you can't make out or make love for that matter, but I really would prefer if you didn't do it except in your bedroom with the door closed. Ok?" 

Again they both agreed. 

"Now for the hard questions. These are not only meant for me, but I think you both should be able to look at one another and be honest with each other." Pausing so that they could at least think on what I had just said. 

"Samantha, do you really love Melissa or is this an experiment in testing your identity?" 

"Yes I..." Holding up my hand. 

"Look at Melissa when you answer that question please." 

Taking Melissa's hands in her own, "Yes, I love her very much." 

"Melissa, do you love Samantha?" 

"Yes, very much." Melissa said. 

"I just want to tell you, you're both very young and maybe this will last, maybe it won't, I just want you both to be honest with one another. There will be days you want to scratch each other's eyes out, and the next minute you're willing to take a bullet to protect the other. Samantha, Melissa, I'll always be here to talk and help either of you should you need it, ok." 

"Yes Mom." 

"Yes Mrs. Mallard." 

"Melissa, it's Ms Mallard. I'm not married, ok. Besides, I think Brenda would be a lot easier." 

"Now for my final question... then it's off to the mall or wherever. Melissa, is Samantha a good lover?" 

"MOM!" Samantha yelled turning every shade of red there is. 

Melissa being a red head already had a head start on the blushing, except hers was a much deeper red. 

"Yes Brenda, she is a very good lover for me." If it wasn't for the question, I would have sworn she was having a heart attack in my kitchen she was so red. 

"I guess I don't need to ask you Sammy, do I?" 

By this time, Samantha had pulled her t-shirt up over her face to cover herself up. 

"I do have one question for you Melissa. This is very important for me to know. Do your parents know of your choices and that you and Samantha are lovers?" 

"Yes Brenda, I told them a little over a year ago that I am gay. They know Sam and I are lovers and accept her as part of the family." 

"Good, I also would like to accept you as part of my family. Your both are my little girls." 

"Mother, would it be ok if I called you mommy?" Samantha asked me. 

"Of course you may. Why did you ask me that?" 

"So I can call you mom, if it's ok with you." Melissa asked. 

Standing up and going to Melissa, pulling her to her feet, I wrapped my arms around her hugging her tightly. 

"Yes, you are my little girl. You may change your mind though." 

"Why's that?" Melissa asked with a puzzled look. 

"Because I love giving wet kisses to my daughter." As I started planting wet kisses on her cheeks and forehead. Samantha sat laughing her ass off, knowing what was coming. 

"Ok, you girls clean up the kitchen and I'll go and take a shower so we can go out this afternoon." 

It was around one thirty when we arrived at the mall. We spent the afternoon going from store to store. I never laughed so much watching the antics of the two of them together. Around mid afternoon, we decided to take in a movie. It was a pretty funny comic, but I got a bigger kick out of watching the girls than I did the movie. When the movie was over while walking back to the car, it became a big issue as to what we were going to do for dinner. One wanted pizza and the other wanted tacos. I wanted something nutritious. We ended up in a Mexican restaurant that served a little of everything. 

Later that evening as I sat back in my bed reviewing another case file, my phone started ringing. I picked it up and noticed that it was Vicky calling me. 

"Hello Vicky." I answered in a cheery voice. 

"You sound happy, I take it things went well for you today?" she asked. 

"Yes, very well. After our little talk this morning, we spent the afternoon in the mall, going from store to store, and finally taking in a movie late in the afternoon. I laughed so hard, it was like watching two six year olds trying to out do the other." 

"Good, I'm so glad it went well for you, all of you," she was saying. 

"Listen, I'll come by and honk for you at ten, want me to call before I leave here?" 

"You'll do no such thing. You'll be here at nine and we'll all sit down and have a good breakfast. I want you to meet my daughter and her girlfriend. I want Samantha to meet the person I'm going to be spending the day with." 

"Brenda, are you sure about this?" Hearing the concern in her voice. 

"I think you know the answer to that question, but before I give you my answer, I want to ask you a very serious question, and I want an honest answer. Why do you possibly want to become involved with a woman who believes she is as straight as she could be, and with a daughter half her age?" 

The pause on the phone was only for a second or two when she answered. 

"Yes, I do want to become involved with this person. God help me, but she is all I've been thinking about all day long and nothing I could do would get her out of my mind." 

"So what you're saying is that this woman is worth fighting for?" I asked, starting to chew on my lower lip, fending off my nerves. 

"Yes, she is worth fighting for." 

"Then I will answer your question, yes I want to spend the afternoon with this crazy lady who is willing to fight for someone she's not positively sure about." 

"So what are you doing right now?" She asked, changing the subject. 

"Actually I'm sitting up in bed, reading over some case notes, and you?" 

"I could tell you that I'm sitting in my living room, drinking a glass of wine wearing my long flannel granny nightgown, what are you wearing?" Vicky said to me. 

"We both know that's not true, besides it's too warm to wear something like that. Actually because we have company in the house, I am just wearing a long t-shirt." 

"No panties?" She asked, catching her breath. 

"Nope, no panties." Suppressing a little giggle while hearing a groan on the other end of the line. 

"I was just about to get ready for bed then decided to call you first." 

"Now don't you wish you had gotten ready first." 

"Yes, damn you." Giggling as she said it. 

"So where are we going tomorrow?" 

"I'll tell you when we sit down to eat as long as it's a good breakfast." 

"Oh, now were getting picky. I just might feed you what the girls had for breakfast this morning. Left over pizza from the other night." 

"I love cold pizza, I grew addicted to it when I was in college." She said to me. 

"Figures, you're probably no better an eater than they are, another fast food junkie." I said to her. 

"Hey easy girlfriend, beggars can't be choosy, especially if you're on the go all the time." 

Hearing her say girlfriend almost took my breath away for a second. Not something I expected, but it kind of sounded nice. 

"Listen, dress cool for tomorrow, lots of walking, so wear shorts and tennis shoes. I'll see you at nine sharp." She said to me. 

"Ok Vicky, you sleep well, and pleasant dreams." 

"You too Brenda, night." 

Putting everything away, I laid down, pulling the covers up over myself. I thought about the teasing I had done to Vicky, and had to admit it was kind of fun, especially when I heard her groan at the thought of me being nearly naked. My thoughts then went back to our time in the mall, watching Samantha and Melissa laughing and enjoying being young and so carefree. As I felt my eyelids becoming heavy, I sighed with being content about my life. 

I woke up and noticed that the clock beside the bed read seven thirty. Getting out of bed, I felt I had a lot to do before nine. I showered and dressed. I had put on a white pair of loose shorts and a top with spaghetti straps. I intended to wear a loose blouse over my top covering my shoulders. 

Stopping in front of Samantha's room, hearing nothing, I started banging on the door. 

"Come on girls, rise and shine. If you're not up and in the shower by eight thirty I'm coming in and dragging you out of the bed by your feet." 

"Mom... it's too early to get up..." I heard my daughter say. 

As I started to jiggle the handle, I immediately heard, "we're coming, we're coming..." Causing me to giggle as I continued towards the kitchen. 

Just before nine they both came staggering into the kitchen with damp hair and sleepy eyes. 

"Did you both stay up all night playing scrabble?" I just had to rib them a little. 

"Mother!" Samantha gasped at me. 

Walking over to Samantha, wrapping my arms around her, I said "sorry baby, I just couldn't help tease you a little," kissing her on the forehead. 

I turned and went to Melissa, wrapped her in my arms giving her a hug and also a kiss on the forehead. 

Just then the doorbell sounded. I turned to Samantha and told her to go and answer it please while Melissa and I finished setting the table. 

Samantha returned with a puzzled look on her face, "mother, there is a lady named Vic at the door to see you," arching her eyebrows with questions in her eyes. 

"Well, just don't let her stand there, bring her in." I smiled at her look of confusion. 

When Samantha returned to the kitchen with Vicky, I walked up to Vicky and gave her a quick hug, and with my arm across her shoulder, said "Samantha, Melissa I would like to you to meet a friend of mine, Vicky." As I looked at Vicky, she had the same look of confusion in her eyes as Samantha did. 

"Vicky, this is Samantha, my daughter," putting my hand on Samantha's shoulder, "and this is Melissa, Samantha's girlfriend." Putting my hand on Melissa's shoulders. 

Samantha was still a little stunned, and when she turned and saw that four places had been set on the table, she looked at me again with even more confusion in her eyes. 

With everything on the table, we sat and began to eat our breakfast. Samantha and Melissa were being quiet and reserved, taking in the interaction between Vicky and myself. I finally turned to Samantha. 

"Samantha, so what are you and Melissa going to do today?" Really wanting to know. 

"We thought that we would check out the soccer match going on down at the park, we were hoping that you would take us, but maybe we can get Melissa's mother to drive us instead." 

"Brenda." Vicky said while setting her utensils beside her plate, "if you don't mind, why don't we bring the girls with us. I was planning on going to the Renaissance Fair up near Crestview." 

For the first time, I saw a smile in those once dull eyes. Every time she blinked, I swear the smile got bigger. 

"Well girls, would you like to spend the day with Vicky and I as we take in the fair?" 

Looking at Samantha and Melissa, I could see them trying to talk to one another with their eyes. Since Melissa was closer, I reached over, taking her hand in mine, "it's entirely up to the both of you, if you're asking how I feel, please join us, I think it will be a fun day." 

I think that's what made up both of their minds, as if orchestrated, they both answered together, "yes!" 

"Melissa, you call your mother and let her know where you're going and with who." 

"Yes mom." She answered me as she turned to go and get ready. 

Again I noticed a look of confusion on Vicky's face after hearing Melissa call me mom, but I thought I would hold off explaining it to her until another time. 

Vicky said that we were going in her car and expected no arguments. Of course the girls were ecstatic being in a big four-wheel drive vehicle. I actually felt very comfortable riding in it. We had stopped by the bank on our way out of town so I could get some cash. When I turned to give it to Samantha, I decided to hand it to Melissa. 

"Melissa, if I give this to Samantha, she'll spend it all in three minutes, so here you take it. It has to last all day, and neither of you can come back looking for more, because there is none," watching the smile spread across Melissa's lips. 

The girls in the back seat had their own conversations going and of course Vicky and I had ours. She was telling me all that there was to see and do at the fair. Every now and then, Samantha would overhear what was said and inject a few questions of her own. 

Once we arrived at the Renaissance Fair, I purchased the tickets. Inside the fairgrounds, I noted on the handout that the jousting tournament was being held at three. I told the girls to meet us at the large BBQ pit set up not far from where we were standing. 

As Samantha wrapped her arm around Melissa's waist and Melissa did the same with Samantha, I looked at both of them and with a serious face, I looked at Samantha, "Sammy, mind your manners," using my eyes to look around at all the people. 

Samantha had this confused look on her face for a moment, then looked around herself and smiled like a light bulb just went on behind her eyes. Drawing away from Melissa and taking her hand, "I understand mother, thanks." 

"What was that all about?" Vicky asked as she turned to look at me. 

"When I caught them making love, I heard Melissa refer to Samantha as Sammy. I used that same word yesterday to break the ice and to let them know I knew about them. You saw how they started to wrap themselves into each other, well, I used that little code word for her to be mindful where they were." 

"Yes, people can be very cruel, especially if they are young." Vicky was saying. 

I grabbed Vicky's hand and began to drag her towards the stands selling their arts and crafts. She suddenly pulled back, knowing she didn't want to embarrass me, so when she looked to her right, I again reached down and took her hand, this time holding it tighter in mine, not letting her pull it back. When she looked back at me, she had this half smile on her lips, and I knew this pleased her more than anything, as I felt her give my hand a squeeze. 




Brenda's Journey Ch. 01



We walked around checking out the wares hand in hand, only to separate when we wanted to pick up something to get a closer look. Every chance I got, I would look over at Vicky, and each time I looked, I could feel my protective armor cracking and breaking away. 

After about two hours of doing this, knowing that she had caught me several times staring at her, questions began bouncing back and forth in my mind. I kept thinking of who I was and what I thought I really wanted. I broke down and had to admit to myself that I had started looking at this person as being a very good friend, and yet I had no idea what I was doing or where this path would lead me. 

I felt I was unable to cope with what I was feeling, being as lost as I felt. I spotted an empty bench a few yards off the pathway. I took Vicky's hand in mine and started pulling her towards the bench. 

Upon reaching the bench, I told her to sit, as I sat down beside her, turning so that I was facing her. I sat, wringing my hands in my lap. 

"Baby, what's wrong? I can see something eating at you and I can't help unless you tell me what it is." She said while holding my chin up so she could look into my eyes. 

"Scared Vicky, I'm so scared. Every time I look at you, I feel like I just lost another piece of my armor. I've only known you now two days. I don't have anyone I can talk to about this. Daddy can't fix this for me. I'm really starting to look at you as a person whose friendship means a lot more to me..." Pausing to collect my thoughts. 

"I'm so afraid that you're just going to use me. The other night... I know it was only a kiss on my cheek, but the feelings I got were so different. Since then, I have been unable to stop thinking about that kiss and now when I look at you I'm beginning to feel the need of wanting you near me." 

It seemed that just then the dam had burst; my tears just started pouring from my eyes. I felt her arms around my shoulders, rocking me back and forth. She never did say anything, but just tried to be there for me. 

After a minute or so, she began to speak. 

"When I was twenty, I met and fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the world. Her name was Gabby. She had everything, beauty, smarts, and a sense of humor. We were together for eight years when she died of cancer. I still think to this day, it was her hand from the grave that stopped me from killing myself one night after she was gone. On Friday night, again I felt her hand pushing me towards you, making me give you that kiss on your cheek. It was as if she were telling me that it was ok to love again and be happy with someone." 

When she paused I could see a tear forming in her eye. Just as it started to fall I wiped it away with my fingers. 

"I'm sorry you felt such pain." 

"Each time I saw you looking at me, brick by brick, my wall of security also started coming down. I... no we... we need to go slow, just as much for me as it would be for you. I want to tell you, I know that you think you're not gay, or even bi, but I see you much differently. I see the way you look at me; I see the way you look at Samantha and Melissa. I see the longing in your eyes for the closeness they have with each other." 

Taking my chin in her hand, she pulled my face towards her, making me look into her eyes. 

"I want to take the time to get to know you, and you get to know me. We'll go out, dine, dance, and see movies, even cruising the malls acting like silly teenagers. If this is right and if it's meant to be for the both of us, then we will know when the time is right. Are you willing to take that chance with me Brenda?" 

Taking Vicky's hand and holding it firmly, I looked into her eyes and for the first time I saw hope instead of despair. I saw a twinkle of light about to burst free. 

"Yes Vicky, I would love to get to know you. I don't want any secrets between us, so no matter how painful or embarrassing, we tell each other our most inner thoughts, deal?" 

About this time, Samantha spotted us and came over. When she got close, she could immediately tell that I had been crying. She almost went into a panic state of mind wondering what had happened. Her first words were, "mother, what's wrong, why were you crying?" 

I stood up and wrapped her in my arms. I whispered into her ear very softly, "it's ok baby, I just had a Sammy moment, and now everything is perfect." 

Pushing me back a little and looking at me then at Vicky, "are you sure? I mean you're ok, for real? 

"Yes dear, for real. Now I think I need to find the restrooms and wash up my face," looking around to see which way to go. 

"Melissa, would you please show our mom where the restrooms are please." 

I felt Melissa take my hand and start pulling me towards the crowds and tents. When I looked over my shoulder, I could see Samantha and Vicky almost toe to toe, and silently prayed that Samantha kept her wits about her. 

When I exited the rest rooms, I saw Samantha and Vicky standing in line, and saw that they were holding each other's hand. I knew then that everything was going to be all right. 

As I walked up to Vicky, Samantha released her hand and went to Melissa. I stayed in line with Vicky, even when she said that I didn't have to since I had already gone to the restroom. All I could do was look at her and smile. 

Once in the restroom, I turned my back to give her a little privacy. In the mirror, I could see her sitting there with her shorts and black panties, pulled down to her thighs. I knew she saw me looking, so I turned a little more to my left making sure I couldn't see her getting dressed once she was done. 

After she was done, and washed her hands. She started to reach for the door, when I stopped her. 

Taking a deep breath, I looked into her eyes while taking in her face into my mind. 

"Kiss me, show me how you really wanted to kiss me the other night." 

Her left hand went behind my neck, her right around my waist. I closed my eyes, feeling her soft lips on mine. There was no demand or urge to hurry. It was soft and caressing, feeling her lips slightly pulling from mine. I had my hands on her hips, so I pulled her to me and raised my head to kiss her once more. This time I felt her tongue on my lips, which opened immediately. As her tongue entered my mouth I began sucking on it causing her to moan into my mouth. I felt her hand holding my neck as she pressed her body tightly against me, making me moan into her mouth. 

Pulling away suddenly, I said "we need to go if we're to catch the jousting." I turned to open the door andstarted to walk through the door, acting as if I were straightening out my clothes. 

After watching the jousting match, we walked together around the fair grounds. There were some rides that were meant for the little kids. We came upon a covered game tent, with little stuffed animals lined up on the shelf. Samantha was pointing at the unicorn and Melissa was pointing at the tiger. 

Vicky walked up to the vender and asked how much. He said that if she could throw three knives and make them stick in the board against the wall she could have her pick on the bottom row. She gave him a dollar, picked up the knives and started to test their balance in her hands. She took two of them in one hand and threw them at the board. They both stuck, about three inches apart from one another. Taking the third knife, she quickly threw it, sticking between the two already there. 

The vender just starred at her wide eyed in wonder, hearing the crowd's oh's and ah's... She reached into her pocket once more and pulled out a ten-dollar bill while speaking softly to the vender, asking for the unicorn and the tiger. The vender said he couldn't do that. I almost missed it when she told him he could give her what she wanted or she would stay right here and throw for anyone who stepped up to the counter. After the vender looked around at the crowd, he turned and handed Vicky the two she asked for. 

As we were walking away, she handed Samantha the unicorn and the tiger to Melissa. Both the girls gave her a quick hug and a kiss on her cheek expressing their thanks. 

"If I ever see you starting to get angry, come hell or high water, you're not getting anywhere near my kitchen," I giggled as I reached for her hand. 

I saw Samantha and Melissa buying a few things. I picked up a nice necklace and matching earrings. I saw Vicky at one of the jewelry stands looking at something. When I walked over to her, she took my hand and slid a dark emerald ring onto the middle finger of my left hand. The ring looked strikingly beautiful. 

"That's to show anyone looking that you're taken, and when I slide one onto this finger," touching my ring finger, "you're mine till the day I die." 

I stood speechless as her words echoed in my ears. 

After she paid for my ring, we started looking for the kids. It was starting to get a little late and time to head home. We found them not far from where we bought the ring and Vicky made the mistake of asking them what they wanted to eat. Both started with pizza, tacos' and hamburgers. I raised my hand, silencing the pleas for all kinds of different foods. 

"We are going to find a nice sit down restaurant and order something wholesome and nutritious." 

This brought a smile to Vicky lips and pouts from the girls. Looking at Vicky, I whispered. "Never ask teenagers what they want to eat." We both giggled as we grabbed each other's hand and walked towards the parking lot to find her Jeep. 

Later that night as I was lying in bed, I began thinking of the day spent at the Fair. I did enjoy the company of Vicky, but I also reminded myself that I was straight and not into women. I began thinking of how her lips felt on mine. Their softness was much unlike those of a man. Hers were warm and giving. Caressing my breasts under my nightshirt, I felt my nipples were already hard. I could feel the moisture leaking from my pussy. I knew if I started to touch myself I wouldn't stop until I made myself cum thinking of Vicky. I first needed to figure out what I really wanted before I jumped off into an unknown fantasy that could eventually hurt me. 

Sleep was slow to come, but eventually I did manage to get some sleep, not very restful but enough to get me through the day. 

My early morning court appearance went as planned. I submitted my motion to dismiss all complaints against my client for breach of contract for dismissing a worker who failed to show up for work for nearly five days. The judge said that he would take my motion under advisement and would give us his opinion on Thursday at nine. 

I was back in my office by ten. I was pretty much caught up on my caseloads, and decided to give Vicky a call and thank her for the wonderful day we had together yesterday. Unfortunately, she was unable to answer her phone, so I left a message that I would be tied up all afternoon and would call her when I got home. 

Just as I was hanging up, Samantha called asking if she could spend the night at Melissa's. I told her that I would prefer if she stayed home tonight, that I needed to talk to her. Like any teenager, she complained and I told her that I loved her anyway and would see her around five and to have dinner started. 

Right on time, Mr. Holding showed up and we were off to lunch. All during lunch he told me about his company and its holdings. He had stated that his company was worth in the mid-twenties, and he wanted to expand outside the US. He had said that he had a firm in London to handle his interests in Europe, but needed a firm he trusted here in the US. 

Getting back to the office a little before twelve, we all sat down in the conference room going over a contract tailored to his needs, which he agreed to without any changes. 

After Mr. Holding had left, I got a big hug from Uncle Harold and also one from my father. It was Uncle Harold that made the suggestion that maybe it was time that I was made a full partner in the firm. Dad only looked at me, smiled but never said a word as he went back into his office. I knew that look on his face that he was a little angry because it wasn't his suggestion. Full partner would be nice, but then when the time came, the firm was going to be mine anyway. 

I got home around four thirty that evening. I found Samantha in the kitchen with the Betty Crocker cookbook open trying to make us a tuna casserole. Coming into the kitchen I gave her a hug and said that I was going to go and change, then I would help her do whatever else needed to be done. 

After helping her make us a salad, we set the table and started to eat. We talked about the upcoming school year and how she was going to handle herself with Melissa. She had said that she and Melissa really didn't talk too much about it but knew that they soon had to since they only had a month and a half before school started. 

Once dinner was over and the kitchen cleaned, Samantha said that she was going to go to her room and talk to Melissa before it got too late, while I was pouring myself a glass of wine. 

"Samantha..." Pausing to think of the words I wanted to say. "Could we sit in the living room and talk for a little bit?" 

"Sure mother. Is this why you asked me to stay home tonight?" 

"Well, yes it is." Feeling my cheeks beginning to glow. 

Samantha picked up on my embarrassment rather quickly and started poking fun at me. 

"Gee mother, you sure turn red easily," giggling as she was saying it. 

"Please Samantha, I really don't have anyone I can talk to about what's in my head, and... well you're the only one who might understand," feeling a little frustrated at myself. 

Pulling me in close to her shoulder, she said, "I'm sorry mother, go have a seat, let me get a Diet Pepsi and I'll be there in a minute. I settled back into my easy chair as Samantha came in with a bag of chips and her drink. Placing the chips between us, she sat down. 

Her next comment about blew my mind. "You're falling in love with Vicky and you don't know what to do about it, right?" 

Looking at her like she had two heads must have given all my thoughts away. 

"Yep, I can see that you do," she said to me. 

Finally finding my voice, I asked, "was I that obvious?" 

"Well mother, I did see you together at the fair, and I saw how you looked at her. I even saw how your fingers intertwined in her hand... oh yeah and of course your Sammy moment," causing her cheeks to blush a little even saying it herself. 

"Samantha, I want to ask you some questions, but first I want you to know, I'm not trying to pry into your personal life, I'm just trying to understand mine." 

"It's ok mother, ask me anything you want." 

"OK. How old... err... how long..." 

"You mean when did I know I was a lesbian?" Finishing the sentence for me. 

"Yes, that and when did you know about Melissa?" 

"Let's see, I think I knew I was a lesbian around ten or eleven. It wasn't as if someone tapped me on the shoulder, it dawned on me slowly. I noticed I enjoyed looking at girls while guys never seem to interest me. After I started my periods, and my hormones kicked into high gear, I learn the joys of masturbation and it was one fantasy after another, and all of them included women." 

Pausing while she took a drink and munched a few chips, while collecting her thoughts. 

"Anyway, my first biggest thrill came when I had a sleep over at Becky May's house one night. We were playing spin the bottle and I got to kiss Becky, and then we all started daring each other to kiss someone. I think I kissed every girl there that night." 

"How old were you then?" I asked her. 

"That was just before my fourteenth birthday. Except for playing with myself, that is all I had done. Last year, my senior year, I met Melissa. We would watch each other every chance we got. I think we both were scared to make the first move. While in the shower after gym class one day, we were the last two in the shower. Just as she was about to turn and walk out, I grabbed her arm and kissed her in the shower, both of us naked. After the kiss ended, I told her to meet me after her final class that day, and the rest is history." 

"Ah... The first time you and Melissa... ah..." 

"Got together mother?" She asked. 

"Yes, were you scared or frightened or anything?" 

"Oh god mother, I was scared out of my mind. I had no idea what to do, or how to do anything. Finally after struggling to get our clothes off, I looked at her and knew that I loved her with all my heart and I wanted to please her in the worst way. Looking between her legs I..." 

Putting up my hand to stop her from saying anything more. "I get the picture, you can stop there," giggling at my own discomfort. 

"So mother, have you ever kissed another woman or anything while you were in college?" 

"No baby, I really haven't, but I have held Vicky's hand and I have kissed her. When she kissed me, it was like nothing I have ever felt before. Oh, I've kissed men before, even gone to bed with a few, but later when I was alone, I felt empty and still wanting. The night after I first kissed Vicky, I felt whole, like life was now complete. I asked myself why didn't I feel this way with a man, instead it was a woman who seemed to turn my world upside down," taking a long sip of my wine. 

After a few minutes of silence, I felt Samantha take my hand in hers, "can I ask you a question mother?" 

"Of course baby, ask me anything." 

"I want you to go out with Vicky. Get all dressed up and go to a romantic restaurant, go dancing. Take her to a nightclub of your choice, and then have her take you to a nightclub of her choice. Bring her home, play scrabble, checkers or whatever. If I'm home I promise I'll stay in my room giving you all the privacy you need. Go to her home, be alone with her, kiss her, and maybe touch one another. After you have spent some time together, ask yourself this question. What am I afraid of, being in love with another woman, or what people might say or think knowing you're in love with another woman. I would really like to know what that answer would really be once you've had a chance to explore your own feelings." 

Looking over at my little girl, I suddenly realized how mature she really is. I was so proud of her at that moment. Getting up from the sofa, she picked up her empty drink and chips. Leaning over she kissed me on my cheek, "I'm going to bed now, and maybe I'll call Melissa and talk a little." 

As she got to the doorway, I called out to her. 

"Samantha, this conversation is just between you and I, ok?" 

"Of course mother. I really hope we can talk more about ourselves to one another,"she said to me. 

"Isn't that what best friends are for, telling secrets and keeping them." 

"I love you mother," smiling at me as she turned and walked away. 

After rinsing out my glass, I decided that I was going to climb into bed and call Vicky to see how her day had gone. After washing off my mascara and brushing my teeth, I put on my nightshirt and crawled into the bed. Setting the alarm and plugging in my phone, I turned off the light and called Vicky. 

"I was wondering if you were going to call," she said. 

"Well, hello to you and how are you this evening?" 

"Oh, hello, and now that you called my evening is so much better, and yours?" 

"Very good actually, I had a very nice long talk with Samantha this evening. It's surprising how much a child can grow up in front of you and never know it until actually sit and talk to them." 

"How are she and Melissa doing? 

"Oh they are so in love. I talked to her about what she is going to do when it's time to go back to school. She said that they haven't talked about it yet, but would soon, knowing school is not that far off from starting."  

"That's good. Tell either Samantha or Melissa if they need someone to talk to, please give me a call. I'd be more than glad to talk with either of them, maybe give her some hints and pointers on how to handle themselves." 




Brenda's Journey Ch. 01



"I'll do that. I'll give your number to her tomorrow and let her know she can call you anytime, if that is ok with you." 

"Yes, of course it is silly." 

"Vicky?" 

"Yes!" 

"Ah... that's ok, never mind." I said to her. 

"No, you wanted to ask me something, what is it?" 

"Would you go out with me Wednesday night?" I held my breath waiting for her answer. 

"Brenda, are you asking me out on a date?" 

"Yes... yes I am, unless you're busy or have other plans." 

"Oh no, for you I would cancel a trip to the moon, just to go out with you," I heard her giggling. 

"Great, but there is something else I would like to ask you, if I may." 

"What is it Brenda, ask me anything you like." 

"My choice Wednesday evening, but then either on Friday or Saturday, you pick a place to take me, your choice, restaurant, club, dance hall, movie, you name it, and I'll go with you." 

"Any place, no questions asked?" 

"As long as I know the dress code before we go there, yes." 

"Oh, one more thing, between now and Wednesday, text me your address so I can pick you up say around six thirty." I said, biting my lip, feeling a little nervous now. 

"Where are we going, so I know how to dress?" Vicky asked. 

"Do you know Flanagan's on Fourth and Market?" 

"Yes, I love it there. They have the best Irish Stew I've ever tasted." 

"Ok, then it's on for six thirty, right?" 

For a moment or two, neither one of us said anything, when Vicky did finally say something to me. 

"Brenda, you know that no matter how down or depressed I might be, whenever I hear your voice it picks me right up." 

"You know Vicky, you can call me anytime. The only time I can't answer my phone is if I'm with a client or in court, so no matter what time of day or night I want you to know that you can call." 

"Thank you Brenda. I really appreciate you saying that. Listen, you have a good night's sleep and I'll talk to you soon, ok?" 

"Ok, thank you, and Vicky... I'll be thinking of you, so sleep well." Listening, I could hear a soft coo over the phone. 

"Night Vicky." 

"Night Brenda." 

As I settled in bed, pulling the covers up around my neck, I laid back thinking about all the things Samantha had said. It seems that the more I thought about it, the more it felt like the right thing to do. As my eyes got heavy I felt that one day I was going to have to ask Samantha if she did something like she had asked me to do. 

Wednesday, I stood in my closet, going through my clothes desperately trying to find the right outfit to wear. Since we were going to an Irish pub, I decided on a dark green dress with short sleeves that buttoned up the front. It was flared at the hips coming down to about four inches above the knees. 

After putting my gold necklace and matching earrings on, I tied a white scarf with green leaves around my neck, and left the two top buttons undone. Looking at my image in the mirror, I felt I was ready to go and pick up Vicky. 

I pulled up in front of the condo Vicky was renting. Apparently she was watching for me, and came out the door before I could before I could switch the engine off. As she approached the car, I noticed that she was wearing dark trousers that fit her body snugly. Her blouse was fitted to show off her breasts and tapered down to her flat stomach. 

After she sat down in the car, she looked over at me, letting her eyes scan my body. As I looked back at her, I could see her nipples starting to show through her bra and blouse. I could feel my own nipples beginning to harden and my panties starting to moisten. I just hoped that she wouldn't be able to smell my arousal. 

"I love that dress on you. I think it makes you so beautiful to look at," causing me to blush as she reached across and laid her hand on mine. 

All through our dinner, we talked and joked around. She talked about her job and some of the fun stuff she got to do, while I talked about all the hard work it took to win a case and only then I could celebrate the win for a short time, knowing I had to get ready for my next case. 

We both were quiet on the drive back to her condo. It was as if we both were just going over the evening's events in our own minds. When we arrived at her condo, I was about to get out and open her door for her but before I was able to unbuckle my seat belt, she already had her door opened. 

Reaching across to her I touched her forearm, stopping her. 

"Vicky, I wanted to tell you that I had a wonderful evening with you. I'm not sure if you would like to, but I would really enjoy seeing you again," I said, biting on my lower lip and wondering if maybe I was being a little too forward. 

"Brenda, would you like to come in for a few minutes, maybe we could have a glass of wine, or I could put on a pot of coffee?" she said, looking at me with a hint of a smile in her eyes. 

"Normally I would say that I would love to, but tomorrow is a work day, and I have a lot to do in the morning. Would you give me a rain check on that offer?" 

Smiling, she turned her head, looking down at the floorboard of the car. It was if she thinking how she wanted to ask her next question. 

"You promised me that the next date would be my choice, anywhere I wanted to go, right?" 

"Yes, and I meant what I had said." 

"Which is better for you, Friday or Saturday evening?" 

"Honestly, Friday. That way I wouldn't have all day Saturday thinking about our next date." Thinking to myself, I just called it a date, which did make me smile at the thought. 

"Ok then, I'll pick you up Friday at seven for dinner and dancing afterwards." 

"But, I don't know how to dance." 

"Just wear something elegant and sexy, not too provocative though." 

"Ok, but can you tell me where we're going?" 

"You'll see. Hopefully you'll enjoy it," she said, putting her hand on top of mine. 

Lowering my eyes, looking at her hand on top of mine, I said, "Ok, see you on Friday at seven then." 

As she closed the car door, I watched her skip up to her front door. Just after she entered her condo, she turned and waved to me while closing the door. 

Arriving home, I noticed on the kitchen clock that it was nearly nine in the evening. Samantha was sitting on the sofa watching a movie. 

"Hi mother, how was your date with Vicky?" 

"It was fine, we had a good time talking, she even tried to teach me how to shoot pool and throw some darts." I turned to return to the kitchen. 

As I was pouring myself a glass of water to take back to the bedroom, she pulled up alongside of me leaning against the counter. 

"So did you kiss her when you dropped her off?" She asked, grinning at me, wanting to know the details. 

"Samantha, do I ask you about your dates?" 

"Well, no..." 

"Can you tell me why I don't ask?" 

"Is it TMI?" 

"No, the answer is much simpler than that, try again," I said, smiling over at her. 

"Is it because I wouldn't tell you?" Again seeing her bashful smile show through. 

"Exactly... now you know the reason I'm not going to tell you anything about mine," I said, poking my finger at her and making her giggle. 

Once she stopped giggling, she became quiet, looking at the floor and fidgeting with the hem of her shirt. "Mother, can I ask you a question?" 

Of course baby, you can ask me anything, you know I'll give you an honest answer... Except who I kiss," causing us both to giggle a little. 

"Everyone... what I mean is, all my friends, and even grandma and granddad all call me Sam, even Uncle Harold, but you always call me Samantha, why is that?" 

Putting my glass on the counter, and pulling her until she stood in front of me, I put my hands on her shoulders. 

"When I got pregnant, there was all kinds of yelling and I was being scorned and ridiculed for what I had done. The entire family was there, even your great grandparents. Anyway, I was sitting there crying, no one to turn to when your great grandfather Henry, you know, my mother's father, slammed his fist down on the table, knocking over glasses and cups that were on it. Anyway, he told everyone to shut up." 

I took a deep breath to finish collecting my thoughts. 

"He told that them that yes, I had made a mistake, which I was going to have to live the rest of my life with, but now that it was done, there was nothing that could be done about it. He said that this was going to be his one and only great grandchild, and if anyone said another word, he would kick their bloody ass to hell and back. He walked over and put his arms around me, hugging me close and told everyone they should be thankful for what they were about to receive." 

"When you were born, everyone was there in the hospital. After the delivery, they were all there in the room when they brought you in. Everyone of course wanted to hold you, and when Henry finally got a got his chance, he asked what I was going to name his little great grandbaby. I looked at him and said after you, of course, Samantha." His full name was Henry Samuel Livingston. I looked at mom and said, "Her name is Samantha Helen Mallard." Helen of course was my mother's first name. 

I paused once more to wipe a tear from my eye, as it started its journey down my cheek. 

"Gramps would come over to the house two or three times a week to hold you and play with you. He had cancer, and it was slowly eating away at him. Towards the end, I would take you to him so that he could see and hold you. Just after you turned two, he passed away just after our last visit. I loved him very much and to this day, I honor his memory by calling you by your full name. You know what Sam? I believe either Sam or Samantha will still honor him in a special way." I drew my baby daughter into a hug and kissed her cheek. 

"Mother, would you tell me more about him, what he was like, what kind of a man he was?" 

"Of course baby, but not tonight, I have a big day tomorrow and I need my rest tonight, ok?" 

Being pulled in for another hug, she said "I love you mother." 

"I love you too Sam." 

After getting undressed and pulling out the clothes I was going to wear the next day, I plugged in my phone and crawled into the bed. I decided that tonight I was not going to wear my nightshirt, but just sleep in my panties. Looking over at the phone, I decided that I had just left Vicky only an hour ago. I felt that maybe it was a little too much to call her so soon. 

As I laid back, covering myself, my hands went to my breasts, thinking how hard they got, just looking at Vicky's nipples getting hard and how hers got just as hard looking at me. Slowly I slid my hand down to my panties. Slipping my fingers underneath the waistband, they continued until I felt the soft curls on my mound. Sliding a little lower, I could feel the dampness of my panties where my juices had soaked them earlier. 

When my fingers lightly slid over my nub I felt a shudder pass over my body. Pressing deeper on my pussy, I could feel the wetness of my lips coating my fingers. I began to wonder if a fantasy is nothing more than a dream while we were awake. Spreading my outer lips with my two fingers, I slid them up the inside of my lips until my fingers were on my clit, making slow circles around it. As my breath started to quicken, the phone rang, scaring me for a second, while jerking my fingers from my wet pussy. 

Cursing who was calling taking me from my erotic moment, by the fourth ring I picked it up, still panting and said, "Hello." 

"I'm sorry, did I call at a bad time? You sound out of breath." 

"Oh no, I was about to get a glass of water and had to run back for the phone. How are you?" I asked, hoping my simple explanation would cover my panting. 

"I was just sitting here thinking of you, and I thought I would call..." 

It seemed like a long pregnant moment when I tried to break the tension. 

"Vicky?" 

"Yes." 

"You have no idea what it means to me when you call. Your voice takes me to a place that is so peaceful. After talking to you as I lay in bed, I have some of the best nights of sleep I've ever had, so please, if I don't call you first, please call me. Promise?" 

"Yes, I promise. I know after I've talked to you, I also have a peaceful night's sleep. Your voice is so full of care and warmth, I don't think I'll ever tire of hearing you talk to me." 

"Vicky... where are we going Friday night?" 

"Never you mind, you'll find out on Friday. I think it's someplace you've never been before, so I'm hoping you'll enjoy it." 

"Ok, if you say so, as long as it's with you, I'm sure I will enjoy it," I said, hoping it wasn't a strip club. 

"Brenda..." Hearing nothing I knew she was having trouble with some feelings. 

"Vicky, remember we promised to talk to one another no matter how hard it might be?" 

"Yes, I remember..." 

"When you lost Gabby, you never really got over the hurt and now you fear that I might hurt you," I said, hoping I didn't frighten her with my statement. 

"Yes, very badly. How did you know?" 

"I could see it in your eyes." 

"Well, it was..." 

"No, not now," I said, cutting her off. "Not over the phone, I want us to be together when tell me. This is something personal for you, and I don't want to just be a voice in your ear." 

"Ok, I would like that too." I felt I could almost see her crooked smile. 

"Vicky, I'll call you tomorrow night after I get into bed." 

"You promise. You know I would like that very much." 

"I promise, now you sleep and know my thoughts are with you tonight." 

"Thank you, mine will be with you also." I could swear I hear the smack of a kiss just as she hung up. 

Putting the phone back on the nightstand and turning out the light, I again snuggled under the covers and once more slid my hand back inside of my panties. I couldn't believe that I totally soaked my panties. 

Using two of my fingers, I slowly began sliding them up and down my slit, coating them with my juices. I started to imagine that it was Vicky's tongue that I felt licking me. With my other hand, I began squeezing and pinching my nipples, making them harder than what they were. I began to wonder if my fantasy could become a reality. 

Slipping between my outer lips, I started sliding my fingers up one side and down the other on my inner lips... As her tongue circled my clit, again I felt a shudder pass through my body. Her tongue slid down, parting my inner lips, sliding down and over my hole. I felt my juices soaking her tongue as it slowly sank into my hole. Once more her tongue slid back up and circled my clit, but this time she started flicking it back and forth before going down and lightly pressing into my wet pussy. 

Slowly her tongue began fucking me faster and faster, not going very deep, but pressing upward towards my clit. I felt my body beginning to stiffen, my legs jerking. Turning my head to the side, I bit down on the corner of the pillow as my orgasm over took me. I could hear my muffled screams, my hips jerking as her tongue took me higher and higher. 

When I woke up in the morning, I suddenly realized I was alone in bed and what I had felt the night before was only a fantasy dream, but it felt so real to me. My hand was still inside of my panties and my juices had dried on my fingers and panties. I knew I had experienced the best orgasm in my life and it was the dream of a woman doing it to me. 

Suddenly my alarm went off. I quickly turned it off, jumping out of bed. As I looked back at the bed, I could see a dark spot on the sheets where my ass was. I knew I came hard, but I never dreamt that I would have wet the bed as much as I had. I knew that when I got home I was going to wash the sheets before I went to bed tonight. 

After my quick shower and fixing my face I went down to the kitchen to find that Sam had already made my morning coffee and had toast sitting on the table waiting for me. Just as I poured myself a cup of coffee and was about to sit down, Sam walked into the kitchen more asleep than awake. 

"Hey mother, sleep well last night?" 

"Yes, very good, and you?" I asked, feeling my smile spread across my face. 

"Yes, almost too good. Listen, before I forget, Melissa's parents are going out of town Friday afternoon, I was wondering if I could spend the weekend with Melissa so she doesn't have to stay home alone." 

"Why don't you bring her over here and the both of you stay here?" I asked her, just to see what her answer would be. 

"I could, but if we stayed at her house, we would have more privacy." 

"I suppose you're going to have a party with a bunch of guys and girls, all getting drunk and tearing up the house?" 

"MOTHER... of course not, when we can have uninterrupted sex all weekend." 

"Just sex huh?" 

"Oh god, I didn't just say that did I?" she groaned, hiding her face in the crook of her arm to cover up her embarrassment. 

"I'm afraid so baby, but yes, you can spend the weekend with her so long as her mother approves. Just don't let me find out you both went behind her back to do this, ok?" 

"No of course not, but I'll tell her to call you if she wants to know anything, but I think she will call you either way." 

"Ok baby, now I have to get to work, big day today, see you tonight..." I leaned over, giving her a hug and a kiss on her forehead. 

Today was not too bad, I had two court appearances in the morning, and things went pretty much as planned. It was the afternoon court that started to make me want to pull my hair out. The opposing attorney tried to enter some items that were not in his foreclosure. When the judge asked if we could proceed and work around the items, I objected that I hadn't even seen what the opposing attorney had, much less how it was going to affect the case later. Finally after arguing for nearly a half hour, a continuance was granted until I had time to review the items presented. 

When I got home I walked into the kitchen, smelling something delicious cooking. When I went into the living room, Sam was sitting up on one end of the sofa and Melissa had her head lying in Sam's lap. When I went over and leaned down and gave Sam a hug and a kiss on her cheek, I could smell both their arousals. When I leaned down farther and gave Melissa a hug and a kiss on her cheek, I noticed her nipples were standing up hard under her t-shirt. I really didn't want to embarrass them, so I just stood and said that I was going to go and change clothes while they finished setting the table so we could all eat. 

Coming into the kitchen a little later, refreshed after washing my face and taking off my makeup, we started to eat. During dinner, Melissa said that her mother wanted to talk to me about the weekend. I had said that was fine and after we were done eating, while she and Sam cleaned up the kitchen I would talk to her. 

I had spent about an hour on the phone talking to Marie, Melissa's mom, about her trip and the kids staying over at their house. I had told her that it was fine with me for the two of them to keep each other company, and that I might pay them a surprise visit, just to check up on them to make sure everything was ok. She was pleased to hear that and thanked me. 

We all sat in the living room, watching a movie and eating popcorn. When the movie was over, they both said that they were tired and were heading to bed. They both gave me a hug and a hiss on the cheek as they went to Sam's bedroom. I picked up the empty glasses and popcorn bowls and put everything in the sink. I pre-made the coffee for in the morning and went up to bed myself. 

When I was about half way to my bedroom, I suddenly remembered I wanted to wash my sheets before going to bed. I just shrugged my shoulders thinking I know who made the wet spot and was not afraid of sleeping in it. 

When I pulled down the covers, I noticed that my cream colored sheets had been replaced with a set of light blue ones. I could feel my embarrassment rising to my cheeks trying to think what Sam must have thought when she saw the dried wet spot in the middle of the bed. I thought to myself that if I had been a little quieter coming in, I might have caught them fingering each other sitting on the sofa. 




Brenda's Journey Ch. 01



After peeing and brushing my teeth, I set the alarm, turned off the light and picked up my phone to call Vicky. After I had found her name and hit speed dial, I settled into the bed and slipped my hand back inside my panties to wait for the connection. On the second ring, she answered the phone. 

"Hello my sweet." I loved the soft sexy sound of her voice. 

"And what if I was a guy calling just to breathe hard into your ear." I said with a little laughter. 

" I guess I would have just made his night, wouldn't I," she laughed back at me. 

"Well, I'm not sure about anyone else, but you sure just made my night," smiling at myself as I said that. 

"So how was your day, mine was long and boring." She said after a sigh. 

"Could have been better, but also could have been a lot worse. Had a rough afternoon with Judge Pickle." 

"Don't you mean Judge Pixler?" 

"No pickle is my code word for the sour puss," causing both of us to start laughing. 

"So are you in bed?" She asked. 

"Yes of course, I'm all settled in, listening to your sweet voice and thinking about tomorrow evening, having no idea what I'm in for." 

"Oh don't worry, you'll be fine, plus I'll be there with you the whole time. Trust me." 

"Oh I trust you, but you know us lawyers, we like to be prepared and know what we are getting into." 

"So tell me, what are you wearing to bed?" I asked. 

"Who says I'm in bed yet." 

"So you're going to try and tell me you're not lying down in your bed, waiting for me to call?" 

"Well, maybe I just want to keep you guessing. You know how us Private Eyes are, keeping everyone on their toes." 

"That's ok, I'll just use my own imagination," teasing her. 

"What are you wearing?" she asked. 

"Maybe I should tell you that I might be wearing a set of silk pajamas, or I could say that I am lying here naked and let you toss and turn all night long." I could hear her moan at the thought of me being nude and talking to her. 

I slowly began sliding my fingers up and down my wet slit, as I started teasing her with an image of me possibly being naked. 

"Since you won't tell me what you're wearing, I guess I'll just have to leave it up to your imagination." 

"You're mean, you know that don't you?" She said to me. 

"I know... So I'll see you tomorrow night around seven, right?" 

"Yes, I'll see you then..." 

"Sleep well, will be thinking of you." I said to her, trying to control my breathing as I felt my fingers slipping into my wet pussy. 

"Be thinking about you too... night Brenda." 

"Night Vicky." 

In the morning when I went into the office, I had asked Donna if I had anything going on in the afternoon. She said that I had one appointment at one, but then I was free the rest of the afternoon. I said fine, make sure I have a clear calendar for the rest of the afternoon and when my appointment leaves she also could have the rest of the afternoon off as well. This brought a big smile to her lips and she said thank you. 

By two thirty I was on my way home. After walking in the door a little after three, I yelled that I was home. No need to walk in on something that I didn't need to see. I soon came to realize that I was in fact home alone. 

After checking the mail, I made sure the wine cooler was well stocked, just in case any was needed. I then went up and decided that a nice long bubble bath was in order before worrying about going out for the evening. After soaking in the tub until the water became too cold, I stood and finished with a shower. I had finished drying, put on a strapless bra and panties and was in the process of working on my makeup when I heard the doorbell. 

I was about to call out to Sam to answer the door, but remembered that she wasn't home, so putting on my housecoat, I went to see who was at the door. 

I almost fainted when I opened the door and there stood Vicky. She was standing there, in a white Patrizia Pepe Long Flowing jumpsuit. I had something very similar hanging in my closet. She had on black ankle boots with a two-inch heel. When my eyes returned to her face, I noticed that her nipples were hard and pointed. 

"Wow, you look gorgeous." 

"Thanks, I thought I would look nice for you tonight." 

"You're early" was all that I could think of to say. 

"I know; I get nervous just sitting around." 

"But I'm not even ready yet." 

"I know; may I come in?" 

I was so transfixed looking at her; I forgot I left her standing out on the front door step. I said "Please, I'm sorry, where are my manners?" I stood aside, allowing her to enter and close the door behind her. 

"Would you like a glass of wine, or if you like you can check the fridge and see if Sam has left anything to drink?" 

"No, I'm fine. Thank you." 

Looking at her, all I could see was a sparkle in her deep brown eyes and the smile on her lips. 

"If you like, you can check through the CDs to see if there is something there you'd like to listen to while I go and finish getting ready." I turned to return to the bedroom to get ready. 

My hands were shaking so badly, I decided to finish getting dressed before finishing up my makeup. I chose a red strapless short mini satin cocktail dress with ruffled lace flowers. By now my hands had quit shaking, so I put the finishing touches to my face. After slipping on my three inch red heels I looked in the mirror, saying to myself, "Go and get her you sexy thing you." 

When I opened the door, I was able to hear soft music coming from the living room. As I walked down the hall, my sound of my heels was muffled by the hallway carpet and kept Vicky from being alerted of my impending entry. When I turned the corner into the living room, it took a second or two for Vicky to look up at me. 

Her mouth was gaped open. As she started to rise, she fell back into the sofa. It looked like she was having a hard time controlling her muscles. I walked over to her and offered my hand to help her up. 

Once she was standing on her feet, she held me at arm's length, just staring at me. 

"You're... my god... You're..." 

"Do you think I should go and maybe put something else on?" I asked, teasing her a little. 

"Oh no... no way. You look so beautiful." 

I stepped back and did a little pirouette for her to see the back. When I stopped once more in front of her, I knew that the red dress actually accented the red highlights of my auburn hair. I was still an inch or so shorter then Vicky, even with my high heels, but we were close now. 

"Do you approve of your date tonight?" 

"Oh yes, Brenda. You look so beautiful. Bring some extra cash to bail me out of jail tonight. I'm going to have to fight everyone to keep them away from you." She took me by my hips and pulled me in for a hug. Pushing back a little on her shoulders, I was able to lean in and give her a peck on her lips. When she tried to lean in for a second kiss, I put my hand on her chest stopping her, "I'm starving, feed me, besides you don't want to smear my lipstick do you?" 

Looking at me and giving me a fake pout, she smiled and said she would do that later. 

The restaurant she had picked out was one that I never had been to before this night. They all seemed to know Vicky, often referring to her as Vic. When either the waitress or one of the other employees was around, I also referred to her as Vic. The meal was very good. I had the braised lamb chops, and Vicky had the order of sea scallops. We settled on an excellent Rosé wine. It was rather a nice medium for the red meat and the seafood. The only way I would touch the dessert was that she split it with me. For our dessert we chose the banana flambé with rum and ice cream. 

It was nearly eight thirty by the time we left the restaurant to go dancing. Vicky took me to a club near the outskirts of the city called Splash. After we were seated and ordered drinks, I sat back and began to realize that this was not your usual club. I had noticed several of the women really giving me the once over as we walked in and found a table. 

Putting my hand on Vicky's forearm, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Is this a lesbian bar?" 

Looking back at me with her crooked little smile, she replied "Yes it is," causing me to squeeze her arm a little tighter. 

As I really started looking around, I noticed all types of women. Some were a bit older, and some looked rather young. I suppose you could also say there was a no dress code. Some girls wore skirts that were so short; you could see their panties, and some looked like they didn't have any panties on at all. A few women wore very baggy pants and what looked like shirts with the sleeves torn off. There were of course a few like Vicky and I, dressed nicely, not too flashy but also not very plain. 

I watched as I could see them intermingle between each other. Some were holding hands, while some were in what looked like a very animated conversation. This was my first time that I was exposed to something like this, and I started to realize that they were no different than anyone else I knew. Some were probably very lonely and wanted to find someone to help fill the void, if only for one night. I assumed that those holding hands were actually in a relationship and were here where no one would hassle them. 

I was broken from my thoughts as Vicky pulled on my hand to get my attention. 

"If you're really feeling uncomfortable, we can go somewhere else if you like." 

"No, I'd like to stay, unless you'd rather not," I replied. 

"I was just worried about you, that's all," Vicky said. 

"Can I ask you a question for an honest answer?" 

"Yes, of course Brenda." 

"You came here a lot, and on more than a few occasions, you took someone home with you?" I asked, thinking that Vicky was one of those lonely ones, looking to fill a void, even if for one night. 

Lowering her head and starting to play with the glass in front of her, she said, "Yes I have, on a few occasions." 

"If someone tries to talk to you, I will understand. You can talk all you want, but I will not share." I said, taking her hand and lacing my fingers between hers. 

I could see the relief spread across her face, and a smile on her lips. I started thinking that possibly once we walked in, she thought someone might come over to us and try and talk to her, not knowing how I would react. Just as a slow song started to play, Vicky was pulling me out of my chair and dragging me to the dance floor. 

As we got to the dance floor, and pulled me close, I squeezed her shoulders then whispered in her ear that I didn't know how to dance." 

Looking at me, she said, "relax, just let your hips go with the flow of the music. I will help guide you." She began pushing my hips one way, then the next with the beat of the song that was playing. 

Looking around at some of the other couples dancing, they seemed just to be into each other, some closer than others, but each had their arms wrapped around the other, swaying to the music. Trying to move a little closer to Vicky, I pressed my body to hers and wrapped my arms around her neck a little tighter. I heard a moan escape her lips as she pulled me even closer and started rubbing her hands on the top of my ass. 

As the song ended, another slow one started playing, so we continued pressing ourselves against one another. Rubbing against Vicky, I could feel my nipples becoming harder and harder. I really didn't care and secretly hoped others saw how turned on I was becoming, being so close to this beautiful woman. I could feel the moisture from my pussy starting to soak my panties, knowing no one else in here would ever know that. 

We danced for maybe another half hour. I even tried a couple of fast ones, feeling like I was making a fool out of myself, but thought that maybe if I practiced more, it might be a good form of exercise. What I thought would happen did in fact happen. A few women did come over to our table to talk to Vicky. I felt it was more like they were trying to find out who I was more than then their need to talk to Vicky. As they came up to the table, I would hold Vicky's hand with my fingers laced between hers. I sat and smiled and acted like it was no big deal. When one or two would offer her hand to me, I would reach out and shake her hand while smiling. After the first two or three, Vicky became more relaxed when they did come to our table. 

Glancing at my watch, I saw that it was almost eleven. I squeezed her hand and looked into her eyes. 

"Would you take me home please. I think it has been a long day, for the both of us." 

"Sure babes." 

Once we were in the Jeep and heading home, I moved over and placed my hand on her thigh, and said that I really enjoyed myself, and asked if she would take me back there again. Placing her hand on top of mine, she said anytime. I told her also that she was going to have to take the time to try and teach me how to dance to the faster songs. This only brought a little giggle from her lips and agreeing to teach me. 

As we started to pull up to the house, I told her to pull her car into the drive way and not to move. I went to the keypad on the side of the garage door and punched in the code to open the door. There was enough room in the garage for her Jeep to fit in alongside of my Audi. When I motioned for her to pull her car in, she gave me a funny look, but aligned her car to drive in next to mine. 

Once she had pulled into the garage, I started to close the door and stood in front of her car waiting for her to get out and come to me. 

"Babes, why did you have me pull into your garage, when I should be going shortly." She gave me a perplexed look. 

"Sam is staying with her girlfriend until Sunday afternoon. I have to the house to myself until then." Taking a deep breath to gather my courage so I could continue what I wanted to say, "Unless you feel otherwise, I would like for you to stay and spend the night with me. I'm not saying that we have to make love or anything, but to sit and cuddle, maybe even wake up in each other's arms would really be nice." 

"Are you sure of this?" she asked, putting her hands on my hips while looking into my eyes. 

"If you're asking if I trust you, I do." Taking her face in my hands, I pulled her down to me and kissed her lips lightly. While still holding her face, I said, "I'll open the door to let you out if you ask me, but I would rather you stay," once more giving her a kiss. 

Pulling me against her, she pressed her lips to mine, her tongue sliding back and forth across my lips seeking a way in. I put my hand behind her neck and parted my lips, allowing her tongue to explore the inside of my mouth. 

As we pulled away to catch our breath, I slid my hand down her arm, taking her hand in mine and began pulling her to the door leading inside the house. Just as I opened the door, the lights went off in the garage. Pulling Vicky through the kitchen I led her down the hall to my bedroom. 

Once we were in the bedroom I turned on a light, and went to my dresser. I pulled out a sleep shirt for the both of us, handing one to Vicky. I gave her two hangers and said that she could change in the bathroom. 

After she was in the bathroom with the door closed, I removed my dress and bra, after kicking my shoes off. I slipped on the sleep shirt, which came down far enough that it barely covered the bottom of my panties. Pulling down the covers, I sat on the edge of the bed waiting on Vicky. After hearing the toilet flush, she came into the bedroom, wearing only her sleep shirt, which was also barely covering her panties. 

I stepped into the bathroom, washed my face, removed my makeup and sat on the toilet to pee. I said a silent prayer to myself to have the courage to follow through with my plan, or maybe it was more of Sam's plan. I felt deep within myself that this was the right thing to do. 

I turned off the light, walked into the bedroom and noticed that Vicky was sitting on the edge of the bed. Walking over to her, leaning down and lightly kissing her lips, I pushed her down onto the bed, motioning for her to move over. Lying down beside her, I turned off the light and drew her into my arms. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the night-light in the bathroom. 

Silently we laid together, my arms wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close to me. I felt her hand lying on my stomach. Slowly she began moving her hand in small circles. As I felt her hand move, I tensed up and this stopped her from moving her hand. As I slowly began to relax once more, her hand again started to move in small circles. This time I did not stiffen up, but gave a soft coo. 

As her fingers slowly moved up and were at the bottom of my breasts, I began to breathe a little heavier. Her hand moved slowly up and covered my breasts. Reaching up, I took her hand and brought it to my lips and gave it a kiss. Taking each finger, I kissed the pads of her fingers, one at a time. Sitting up, in the dim light of the room I thought I saw the look of sadness on her face. Reaching to the back of my neck, I pulled my nightshirt up and over my head, throwing it on the floor beside the bed; exposing my breasts. I sat there for a moment, so that she could look at my breasts as they stood out while she was resting on her elbow looking at me. 

Vicky then reached behind her neck and pulled her shirt off, throwing it on the floor near mine. With both of my hands, I tentatively reached out and lightly cupped her breasts in my hands. I felt their softness, her nipples appeared nearly a half inch long and very firm to my touch. While holding her breasts in my hands, I leaned in and softly kissed her lips. 

Lying back down, I once more took her hand; this time I held it in mine while kissing the palm of her hand and after kissing the palm once more, I placed her hand on top of my breast and held it there. 

Using my free hand, I reached behind her neck and drew her in for a kiss. As our kiss became more passionate, I felt the palm of her hand rubbing my nipple, making it harder than I ever felt before. Vicky went from one breast to the other, then taking her fingertips and tracing around each nipple before lightly pinching and pulling on them. As we broke to catch our breaths, she leaned down and lightly licked each nipple sending shivers up and down my spine. I heard myself moan out at the touch of her lips on my breast, kissing then a lick after each kiss. 

Feeling her lips encircling my areola, I could feel the gentle sucking of her lips on my nipple, causing me to moan louder with each swipe of her tongue. Her hand resting flat on my stomach just below my breasts, I took her hand and began sliding it down over my stomach. Using my fingers to lift my panties up, I slid her hand inside of my panties, until I could feel her fingertips lightly rubbing my curly hairs. 

I held her as best I could as she continued to lick and nibble on each of my breasts, while her hand was slowly making its way over my mound and towards my slit. I felt her fingers become instantly soaked as she made her way down my slit, slightly parting my lips. My breathing became more erratic, my moans only broken by the grunts emitting from my throat. As I felt her finger slide between my lips and press over my hole, I gasped and pushed my hips upwards, wanting her to penetrate me. 

Vicky pulled her finger to one side of my slit sliding it down to almost touching my anus. Slowly her finger came back up the other side until she touched my clit, making me moan into her shoulder. I felt her slowly sliding her finger into me to her first knuckle, then pulling out before sliding back in to her second knuckle. Slowly and tenderly she began fucking me with the palm of her hand over my clit, pressing down on it. 

I felt her finger deep in me, her lips alternating between my breasts, my hands grasping onto her shoulders. Feeling her finger leaving the depths of my pussy, I moaned in frustration at its loss. Her wet lips now covered mine, and a second finger joined the first to slide deep back into me. Slowly she started fucking me while her tongue explored the depths of my mouth. I felt a third finger slowly being pushed into me, my pussy tightly grabbing it. I placed my hand on top of her hand covered by my panties and pressed her hand harder on my pussy.