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I'm Not the Girl You Used to Love Ch. 01

By: Captain Midnight



A lesbian couple's new life may be threatened by the return of one woman's ex-husband.

This is a sequel to the "The New Softballers" series. It's my first story with entirely new characters, although I might have a couple of characters from patricia51's "To Serve and Protect" series make cameo appearances. As with all my stories, these are plot-driven to the max and you may want to look elsewhere for lots of sex scenes. 

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"Hi honey, I'm home!" 

Sarah Yearwood let herself into the small house with several bags of groceries, staggering a bit under their weight. She sighed as Beth Garner wasn't in the front room to help her with some of the bags. But Beth had had a lot of trouble with her knee in the cold, damp Western Washington winter, their first together. Beth some days could only walk with a cane. 

The two women shared a house on the west side of Puget Sound in a rather laid-back community. Thank goodness, because you don't see gay lovers in every household. They had taken the jobs of head coach (Sarah) and pitching coach (Beth) for the women's softball team just now beginning at Western Washington State University in Olympia a few months back. They had elected to move up the coast to less-populated areas in order to keep down the rent on the house. Beth was studying for an education degree and considering teaching in high schools in order to boost the paycheck.

As Sarah struggled into the kitchen, exaggerating her load for effect, she saw why Beth hadn't come to help out. The other young woman was having an animated telephone conversation. Sarah's eyes widened as she realized who was on the other end of the phone.

"Are you sure? Wow, Katherine! I've never met him. Uh-huh. Uh-huh?"

Beth looked up and mouthed the name, that of a booster-club president at a college in Georgia where she and Sarah had met. Sarah mouthed a question. Beth quickly turned back to the phone.

"Katherine, Sarah just walked in the door. If I can get this damn speaker attachment to work, I'm sure she wants to talk to you too."

The speaker did work. Beth made her way over to Sarah and took the grocery sacks from her, moving toward the pantry.

"Hi, Katherine!" Sarah said cheerfully. "You know, I can't get used to calling you by your first name after all this time."

"Hey, Sarah, remember, it was only about 10 years ago that I was an ordinary homemaker. I got called Miz Wheeler so much that I was ready to scream. Now people only call me Miz Wheeler when they want to kiss my ass."

"I'll bet at least one person will do it and still call you Katherine, won't she?"

"So long as I kiss hers and lick her … God, I can't believe I'd say all this to anybody," the centi-millionaire replied. "But enough about me. Are you two settling in okay?"

"God, it gets so dark so early around here in the winter!" Sarah replied. "And rain, cold, damp rain. If you saw the Seattle weather stations telling how the rain's going to dump on the Olympic Peninsula, you'd think you'd died and gone to Hell. Thank God they have places where you can go and sit with special lamps for three-four hours a day. And really toasty blankets."

"Well, let me tell you what I just told Beth. Did you know Jonathan graduated early? Just before Christmas. And the U of Washington accepted him to grad school in the theater program!"

"My God, Katherine, that's wonderful! All of your kids were smart, but I think he was your favorite."

"You should have seen him when he was young. The baby of the family and the hell-raiser. But incredibly loyal to Mom and Dad. And especially to Mom. But now it's time to cut the apron strings, at least sort of. He's moving clear across country and going into graduate theater, and I was wondering …"

"Wondering what?" Beth asked, having come back across the kitchen and leaning on the table.

"If you two could take him in while he looks for a place of his own in Seattle. He has a job lined up and he could pay one-third of the rent. I've told him about your relationship and he's said no problem, but I really want him to find out how to live with women and not interfere with their private lives."

There was a long pause between Beth and Sarah as they digested the information. Finally Beth spoke.

"You know that I'd do anything for you and Tawny, but it'll take some getting used to having a man around the house. It's pretty small; we'd have to clear our office stuff out of the spare bedroom. And you know, we'd have to really think about privacy issues. We don't think anything about closing the bathroom doors or the bedroom doors unless that cat's around. The cat's still pretty skittish and she doesn't even have a name yet."

"All noted," Katherine replied. "Jonathan's really been supportive about his mom being gay, but he's never seen me with Tawny since we became lovers. And you know he's been missing a male influence in his life ever since …. If you know anybody around town who seems nice enough to go out with, maybe you could set things up."

"Don't know yet," Sarah said. "We did find a lesbian bar where the ladies are pretty nice. We might ask them to let him in as our guest one night and let him get used to women all around. A lot of them have gay and straight guy friends who might want to take him places. As long as he keeps his hands to himself, he ought not to mind."

"Well, I'm not asking you to be his sisters," Katherine replied. "Just tell him he has to live within the rules and respect you, and I think he'll be fine."

Then Katherine paused. The two women on the other end of the line heard talking from Katherine's end, presumably with their former coach. Katherine came back online, somewhat breathless.

"Anything wrong?" Beth asked with some concern.

"I'll leave it to you to decide," Katherine replied. "Tawny just passed me a note. At Major League Baseball's winter meetings, they just announced a series of trades with the Devil Rays. The Mariners sent one of their big hitters there for three minor leaguers." Pause.

"One of them is Joey Wilson."

* * * * *

That night …

"Are you sure you want this?" Sarah asked, frowning, as she held the phallic device in her hands. "I never have liked imitating Joey."

Beth smiled warmly. "You are just being you. It's me that likes having a cock in me sometimes. And you use that thing as well as most guys use their cocks, I am quite sure, probably better than a lot of them."

"From what you've told me, Joey used his cock better than ANY other guy," Sarah fretted. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm NOT a guy. I always want to make love to you like a woman does. This 'thing' gets hard but it doesn't transmit the pleasure to my brain, and I want to feel it."

Beth caressed Sarah's cheek with one hand. With two fingers of the other, she caressed the wrist of the hand holding the dildo.

"I want to make love to you like a woman too," Beth said softly. "You don't know how much you've taught me about my body, and I think you've taught yourself some too. Like how much you like the Vulcan caress …"

"You just had to marry a Trekker, didn't you," Sarah scoffed. But she felt a tingle in her cheeks; a little extra blood flow there. It was the precursor to blood flow to other parts.

"You're a fan too, you know full well a woman wrote that episode," Beth said with a smile. "When I saw that scene for the first time, my mouth hung open and my eyebrows went up like Spock's. I tried that out on Roger when I was dating him and I swear the poor guy thought he was going to shoot in his pants."

"Icky spermy stuff," Sarah chimed. Her blush was growing more discernible now. "You know the real problem? Here I am thinking about fucking you with that thing and then maybe having Jonathan walk in on us. Suppose he catches us someday?"

"His mama didn't raise no fools," Beth replied saucily. "He knows the rules of guesthood. I suspect he'll even put down the toilet seat each time."

Beth kissed Sarah on the cheek. Then she made puppy-dog eyes at her.

"If I promise to be good and do nice things to you while you fuck me with that, will you? Pretty please with sugar on top?"

Sarah laughed. Beth, a star athlete who had played basketball and cheered as well as being a softball star, had passed the little-girl stage long ago, although she still had a stuffed-animal collection. Sarah kissed Beth back.

"If you will play with yourself and tell me just how you want me … me and not him," she said, pointing at the dildo. Then she smiled. "Oh, all right, you can want him as long as you remember I'm on his other end. A lady wants to be respected, you know."

"How about I play with you while you fuck me with him, and then you pretend to shoot off and I go down on you and make you cum?" Beth said mischievously. 

"Damn, woman, you mean you'll go down on him first?" Sarah said. "I've gotta admit, watching you work out your mouth on a cock gets me extra horny, thinking what that's going to do for me. But I get to eat your pussy too."

"Deal," Beth said.

But it wasn't playtime just yet. The stray cat they had found huddled in the athletic department and who had made kitten eyes at them until Beth, somewhat reluctantly, had taken her in, sneaked into the bedroom and hid out. Beth cursed the cat, chased the cat, tried to pry it off a shelf in the closet (amazing how strong a felis domesticus can be when it wants to stay where it is), and finally threatened the cat with a water-spray bottle. By then, it was time for supper.

The two women alternated cooking chores. Since Sarah had bought the groceries, Beth cooked fried chicken and homemade biscuits. Sarah fed the cat under the table, much to Beth's disdain. Sarah made kitten eyes at Beth.

Then they retired to the bedroom. 

Sarah had had a meeting that day, so she had on a long wool skirt and blouse with high boots. Beth wore a sweater, jeans and sneakers with socks. First the two of them hugged and kissed one another, rubbing their backs with both hands.

Eventually, Sarah guided Beth down to sit on the bed. "Look at me," Sarah said softly. "Look at me as a woman."

Sarah was quite the athlete herself, and injuries hadn't hampered her like they had Beth. She was proud of her body and liked to show it off. She let Beth look at her as she went to the CD player and picked up a collection of love ballads she had purchased from a past girlfriend. Because of the cold and wet weather, she was wearing pantyhose along with the sweater and skirt, not the most sensual outfit in the world but one which still enhanced her charms. When she bent over, the sweater rode up and showed about an inch of her bare back. Beth looked at that little area and contemplated caressing the soft, silky flesh.

That's just what Sarah had in mind. When she walked back over to Beth, she raised her own arms high and let the sweater rise above the hem of the skirt. Beth put out her hands and curled them around her lover, placing the tips of the fingers and the small of Sarah's spine. She inclined her head to rest on Sarah's chest as she gave a narrow-focus but vigorous lower-back massage.

"Remember," Sarah whispered, "I want to see you do it to yourself."

"Show me more when you're ready," Beth replied. She lowered her head and kissed Sarah's stomach.

The sweater had a scoop neck and long sleeves, all held together by large ornamental buttons. Sarah stepped back and very slowly undid the sleeve buttons, exposing the forearms which had been caressed by Beth. Beth shuddered a little at the thought of touching those wrists. She had on a man's shirt and undid the sleeve buttons herself, flashing a winning smile Sarah's way. 

Sarah stroked each forearm up and down, enjoying the tactile sensation. Then her hand moved to her throat and undid the top button on the sweater. The neck popped open and a goodly amount of flesh was exposed.

Beth sighed happily and thought of standing up to kiss the neck and collarbone of her lover, but remembered Sarah's injunction and touched herself instead. As her hand crossed to touch her wrist, it brushed against her breast. Beth's eyebrows went up as she realized her nipple had hardened. She drew her hand back, more slowly this time, touching the nipple more deliberately. 

Sarah was very pleased. She undid the rest of the buttons on the neck of the sweater, exposing all of her upper chest to the bra line. Then she put her hands on her breasts and gently lifted them, presenting them for display. She turned in one profile and then the other, enjoying her modeling.

Beth crossed her hands, putting each on the opposite breast, and ran her thumbs across the nipples. She had never played guitar but the strumming sensation was pleasurable to her thumbs, not to mention her nipples. Meanwhile, Sarah was caressing her neck and the top of her chest with an "I wish you were here" look on her face. 

Eventually, Sarah let her hands slip inside the cups of her bra, feeling the flesh of her breasts for the first time. Beth raised her own sweater up to just below the arms, showing her tummy and most of her chest, and leaned back. Beth's legs were still closed at this point, not ready to surrender, but her legs were long and graceful except for the brace she would always wear on one knee. She curled her toes outward to exaggerate the length of her legs. Sarah liked this very much.

Sarah finally pulled her own sweater over her head. She made a move to undo her skirt, but Beth said please don't. Beth wasn't a skirt wearer except at formal events, but she liked women in skirts and dresses, the way the skirt held so much promise of what lay underneath without openly giving it away. She had known she was bisexual from the time she had seen fellow students in miniskirts showing off their legs. Well, at any rate, she had really admired the female form then at least. She had seen gay couples who seemed to have no physical attraction whatsoever, and she had seen straight women who oohed and ahhed over beautiful women. 

Sarah smiled. She liked her lover in anything or nothing. She did, however, feel silly standing there in a skirt and bra. She quickly undid the hooks and tossed the bra over a chair, reveling in the view of her breasts. 

Sarah and Beth had long since come to an understanding that each would demonstrate what she wanted the other to do to her. Thus, Sarah placed her hands under her breasts and lifted them. She couldn't get them all the way to her mouth, but she could stick her tongue out and caress a fair amount of flesh, in the right breast's case almost all the way to the nipple. Beth shuddered. She leaned back and undid the snap of her jeans, then let her fingers trail down to the juncture of her thighs. She licked her lips and flicked her tongue in agreement that she would lick and suck Sarah's nipples.

Sarah now sat down onto her ankles. The motion caused the long skirt to completely cover her – but not for long. Slowly, carefully, she eased it until it cleared her knees. She was wearing pantyhose, which neither of the women liked but which were necessities in the winter. The compensation was that the hose were more like ballet tights and had a nice color to them. She revealed her legs inch by inch as Beth raised herself to one elbow, using the fingers of that hand on her breasts while the other hand pressed deeper and deeper into her inseam. 

Sarah smiled as she pushed the skirt above her knees. "You have a choice. Boots stay on and pantyhose stay on, or boots and hose come off. You know what I like."

"Please, put the strap-on over the hose and fuck me in your boots. Leave the skirt on if you possibly can. Then I'll peel them off you and kiss you all the way up until you can't stand it."

"You big tease," Sarah replied. "How am I supposed to feel your touch through all of this?"

"We'll think of something," Beth said, taking the zipper on her jeans and running it all the way down. Sarah was surprised to see Victoria's Secret panties underneath the plain outer clothing. 

Sarah smiled. "I'll have to play with my pussy while you play with yours, you know that."

"Oh," Beth said as she let her fingers touch herself through the satin, "I don't mind that at all, but please save the big O for my fingers and tongue." 

In reply, Sarah scooted over to Beth and pulled off Beth's shoes and socks. Beth got the idea and pushed the jeans off her hips. It was some work getting them off over the semi-permanent knee brace, but at last Beth lay back in only her panties and bra. Sarah, still mostly clothed, got up onto the bed and knelt between Beth's legs.

"You know what would be really cool?" Beth asked. "If you fucked me with that skirt and pantyhose and boots still on. I could still feel your tits and your face and all that, and you'd still look like a woman."

"I'd look like a tent with a broken pole, that's what I'd look like," Sarah replied. But she shrugged. "Guess I could try it. Does it make me more of a woman if I keep him concealed while he fucks you?"

"Just makes me more of a fetish queen," Beth giggled. "Your stockings, my thighs … feels neat. Now you, on the other hand, you're pretty damn straight-arrow and that's neat. Were you always a femme?"

"Femme? I don't know. I always wanted the right girl to treat me like her little porcelain doll sometimes. It really sucked not being a debutante, because of the money and because I didn't look really girlish. Alongside anybody other than you, that is."

"Flattery will get me wet," Beth said as she trailed one hand over her breasts and the other inside her panties. "C'mon, I want to watch you getting wet too."

Sarah saw much promise in what would happen if she got wet. Her cheeks were already rosy. Slowly she took a hand from her breasts and trailed it inside the waistband of her skirt. The other hand pulled the skirt up as high as possible, so Beth could get a translucent view of the hand going down into Sarah's panties. 

Beth took both hands and put them on her inner thighs. Her crotch pushed hard against the silky material, enough to discern the lips pulsing out and back. She let the tips of a couple of fingers go inside the legholes and tease up near the clit, then trail down. She pushed one finger deep inside herself at the base, then drew it out and painted the rest of her pussy with her woman-juice.

This mutual masturbation went on for several minutes. Then Beth pushed the panties down as far as her knee brace would allow. Sarah bent forward to work the leg over the brace, and in doing so came eye to eye with Beth's pussy. God, it looked beautiful.

"May I kiss it?" Sarah asked softly. "Please?"

"Yes, you may, but then you have to promise to fuck it good and proper," Beth chimed out. She scooted into the classic surrender position as Sarah pulled the panties off with great care, then placed both hands on Beth's inner thighs.

Closer and closer Sarah came, admiring the wet female flesh that was attracted to her and her alone. The thought enthralled her. She had never had a lover who felt so deeply for her as Beth did. It had taken time, as it always had, as the two got over past relationships and discovered common interests. Beth had admitted jealousy over Sarah's public kissing of a past lover, but had quieted down when Sarah admitted the "girl," a couple of years younger, had been in puppy love with Sarah and hadn't thought about Sarah's real desires – or any other woman's, for that matter. Beth, for all her willingness to be taken, was a very strong woman both physically and mentally, and Sarah had found much aid and comfort over the last few months in particular.

Sarah put her hands on the wet skin just outside the vaginal lips. She used her thumbs in concert to move Beth's pussy up and down and side to side. She stuck out her tongue as far as it would go and held it rigid, bringing the womanhood to her. Beth tried to help by thrusting forward, but Sarah kept her more or less in place. Then Sarah flattened out her tongue and took a long swipe from bottom to top, much like she licked at an ice-cream come. At the top, she tensed the tip of her tongue and feathered Beth's clit and the area just beneath it. She turned her tongue sideways and drew it down, then switched sides and drew it up. Finally, she went to the base and thrust her tongue as far into Beth's channel as she could.


I'm Not the Girl You Used to Love Ch. 01



Beth shuddered.

"Please … no more teasing … please put on your cock and fuck me. I promise I'll give you back as good as you gave me, and more. Please!"

Sarah removed her face from Beth's pussy and kissed up the length of Beth's abdomen, chest and neck until she gave a deep soul kiss to Beth's mouth. Then she kept her promise. The strap-on was on a table near the bed, and Sarah stepped into the harness very carefully. As she balanced trying to pull it up, Beth took Sarah's hand in an exceptionally firm – but not painful – grip. Sarah got the harness most of the way up before letting go. She raised her skirt clear up under her arms to do the final adjustments.

"This will be fun," Beth said. She extended her arms as Sarah resumed her place on the bed between Beth's knees. Sarah had let go of the skirt, which hung on the artificial phallus like a tent peg. Beth continued: "No, you do not look silly. Just please come here and let me kiss you and hug you and some other stuff while you have him in me."

Sarah smiled. She hitched up the skirt above hip level and then lay down on top of Beth. Slowly she scooted forward. Beth reached underneath all the fabric, took hold of the dildo and held it on a line with her opening. Sarah felt resistance as Beth slowly swallowed the phallic symbol. Finally she felt her pubic bone bump against Beth's. Beth took her hands away and wrapped them around Sarah's back. She kissed Sarah deeply.

"Now fuck me slowly, please, and I'll get you to feel what I'm feeling," Beth whispered.

Sarah pulled her hips back about six inches, then moved them forward again. It always took her a while to get the rhythm of thrust and recede. Beth helped her. Beth's hands slid down Sarah's back, down into the waistbands of the skirt, pantyhose and panties, down between the buttocks until they found Sarah's womanhood. Two fingers penetrated Sarah an inch or so, and they alternately pressed in and released at the speed Beth wanted.

Sarah gave Beth another lingering kiss, and enjoyed the feeling of her breasts moving against Beth's. Truth to tell, the strap between her legs didn't feel half bad. With the pantyhose and panties still on, her pussy was shielded from the most dire effects of being rubbed too hard. And then there were Beth's hands, both of them now, caressing her. One went up her spine and down again into her waistbands, where it tenderly massaged her buttocks and the space in between. The other was massaging her pussy pretty well now, and she was responding rather copiously. When the fingers left her vulva for a moment, they trailed around her anus, and one theretofore unused finger carefully pushed inside a short distance and lubricated her other canal with her juices. That finger withdrew, and another took its place. With an extra effort that wound up pushing the dildo inside her to the hilt, Beth pulled Sarah as close to her as possible and inserted two fingers into the vagina and one into the rectum, massaging her walls through it.

Sarah couldn't move much – not at all in and out – but she could move up and down and around to get the most out of the double penetration. This caused the dildo to swirl inside Beth's womanhood. It wasn't one of those "split-you-open" types that made a mockery of a man's penis (Beth had spent hours searching for one that approximated what she was used to), but Beth felt quite full enough, especially since her muscles were clamping down on each new movement. She could feel the muscles of Sarah's pussy clamp down on the fingers as well.

"Are you close to cumming?" Beth asked in a whisper.

"I'm saving it for your tongue," Sarah said. But her face was red from excitement.

"I'm going to have one coming any minute, I can feel it," Beth said. "If I do you just right, will you 'cum' inside me? Have I taught you what it feels like?"

"You sure have," Sarah said, giving Beth a passionate kiss.

Somehow, one of Beth's fingers found Sarah's clitoris, giving her some added incentive. At Beth's urging, Sarah withdrew and thrust again and again. Beth's eyes rolled.

"Now," Beth said.

Sarah pushed in as far as she could go and shuddered, partly as an act and partly because Beth was again strumming her clit. The head of the fake cock jumped slightly, controlled by Sarah's hip muscles, at zero-point-eight-second intervals. Then it didn't jump anymore, because Beth's vaginal muscles clamped down on it. Beth pulled her fingers out of Sarah and hugged her so hard that even the athlete had to gasp for air. Beth let her take one huge gulp and then showered her with kisses. When she was done, she caressed Sarah's face with juice-soaked fingers.

"I just hope that's not the finger that was … back there," Sarah complained mildly.

"Ease on out of me and let's clean up," Beth replied. 

Sarah complied, and looked down at her skirt.

"God," she said, "how do I let you persuade me to do these things? I'll have to take this to the dry cleaner with the Super Permanent Press to get it looking right again. And I bet my hose have runners all over the place."

"Ease on out of it and let me look," Beth said. 

Sarah undid the buttons holding the skirt in place. She made motions to remove the dildo as well, but Beth stopped her and carefully lifted the skirt out of the way. With Sarah standing beside the bed, Beth pulled off a pillow and knelt on it carefully. She took hold of the dildo with both hands.

"Hey watch it with that finger, you know where it's been," Sarah complained. 

Beth opened a nightstand drawer and found a bottle of hand sanitizer, which she used to scrub her hands. Then she returned her hands to the dildo. She lifted it up, down and side to side, examining it. It was well-coated with her juices. She ventured a taste, flicking the tip of the head with the tip of her tongue. "Tastes yummy," she said.

"Don't I taste better?" Sarah replied.

"Yes, but this will have to do," Beth tossed off before taking the head of the fake cock and nursing on it. She withdrew it and ran her tongue up the underside of the shaft. She took it into her mouth again and got about half of it inside, then "fucked" her mouth with it. Each stroke brought her down a little further toward the base. She didn't try to deep throat, but she used her mouth and throat muscles in a way that left no doubt of her experience. She hummed over the phallus after one particularly deep swallow.

"You … are a cock fiend," Sarah said.

Beth let the phallus slip from her mouth. "I do like cocks … it's just who's attached to them that I'm particular about, thank you very much. If you were a guy, we'd still be lovers."

"If you were a guy, we wouldn't be," Sarah replied as Beth resumed her ministrations. "I'm not some transitional lesbian. I've only been attracted to girls since puberty and I couldn't believe my luck when you responded to me."

"You complaining?" Beth said after she swallowed "him" one more time and let him go. "You don't think I look sexy with cock in me?"

Sarah grinned. "You are Xena and Gabrielle rolled into one, and you weren't a grandma at 25 or whatever age Gabrielle was."

"Those were weird spirit-demon children. But thank you for the comparison. I had lots of girl friends who'd watch Xena: Warrior Princess every Saturday night and wonder which of them was hotter. Yes, even straight girls wondered about that."

"And which one was?"

"You, of course!" Beth sprang up with her good leg and unbuckled the strap-on. She set it aside and then bent, slowly but surely peeling down Sarah's pantyhose. "I'll go to Wally World tomorrow and buy you a new pair. Maybe in black."

"You would," Sarah replied. "I like white thigh-highs."

"I don't like frozen assets," Beth said as she unzipped Sarah's boots and pulled each off, followed by the hose. After a minute, Sarah stood in panties alone. They looked delectable. "You'd catch hypothermia of the inner thighs and your pussy would swell shut."

Sarah wanted to let out a retort, but Beth was now caressing said inner thighs and said pussy with her hands and her lips. Beth moved the crotch aside and nursed on a vaginal lip as tenderly as she would have nursed her mother – probably a lot more tenderly than that, once you think about it.

"Damn," Sarah breathed, "I'll have to keep that silly dildo if it teaches you so much."

In reply, Beth moved the panty crotch over further so the vaginal opening was exposed. Then she carefully slipped a finger inside. She "hooked" it, looking for the G-spot. At the same time, she inserted another finger at the base to pull open Sarah's pussy. She licked at the clit and on either side of it. Sarah moaned.

"Bed," Sarah said simply, putting her hands on Beth's shoulders. "I didn't taste you enough." 

Beth pulled herself off her knees and lay back down on the bed, her head on the remaining pillow. Sarah quickly shed her panties and climbed on top of Beth, looking down into her freshly-fucked pussy. She moaned again as Beth massaged her bottom and took a long swipe with her tongue along the length of her pussy. Beth used the underside of her tongue and pulled it back the way it had come. Then Beth settled into a routine of teasing and sucking the clit.

Sarah, meantime, was enjoying the stretched-out pussy before her eyes, thinking about how to reach all the spots inside it. She was always on top of a 69 because of Beth's knee, and was always more open barring happy accidents such as this. She fastened her mouth over the hole and began tongue-fucking it, feeling the woman-juice coat her taste buds. 

Sarah had been demonstrating the proper techniques of pussy-eating to Beth since they had first gotten together several years earlier. Both had had previous lovers who had gone down on them, and those lovers hadn't been half bad, but neither had quite experienced all of the other's oral talents. Beth, as previously mentioned, had been married and had had several boyfriends. Her oral technique on a man's hard-on was something the guys didn't talk about, in order to keep the secret to themselves. Sarah had never had a guy go down on her, although one had come close before Sarah had dissuaded him. She thought later that if she hadn't already been pretty clear-cut lesbian, she might have let him try. 

But enough of that, as the stirrings in Sarah's loins built and she reciprocated on Beth. As much as Beth enjoyed being fucked, she also had a deep appreciation for the soft, feminine things in life. She adored the soft butterfly kisses Sarah gave her outer lips, and the fingers trailing along the thighs. Sarah was a brilliant masseuse, alternating hard workouts with gentle caresses pretty much everywhere, and she dripped sincerity and kindness. 'What would I have done without her,' Beth thought about her hard life in college as she reciprocated the soft kisses and the tongue held flat against Sarah's opening.

Sarah really liked that flattened tongue. Her lower lips curled around it and her hips moved up and down. At the same time, she intensified her lapping at Beth's clit and spread her out even more with her fingers. She could feel Beth massaging her buttocks pretty hard, a sign that Beth was getting very excited and trying to transmit her sensations. She felt her lips opening and closing around Beth's mouth and nose. 

Suddenly Sarah froze in place. Her body took over as her pussy spasmed again and again. She gasped for breath, took in a big gulp and tried desperately to feather Beth's clit past the point of no return. 

Beth had had an orgasm on the dildo in her pussy, but the excitement of Sarah's orgasm brought her to the peak again. She let out a series of inarticulate moans as she held Sarah, who was riding her face. Sarah wasn't a squirter, which is good because Beth might have come close to drowning. As it was, Beth swallowed several times. Sarah raised her head from Beth's pussy enough to cry out her satisfaction and love for her roommate. The spasms still shook her as she tried to regain her position against Beth's jerking pubis. She got in a couple of final licks before her own orgasm was spent.

Beth felt something on her end of the bed. She couldn't see it because her head was still firmly between Sarah's thighs. She reached a hand out and touched something. And then she heard something. And then she said something.

"GET OUT OF THERE, CAT!"

Beth practically threw Sarah off her, with Sarah scrambling free at the last moment. The cat, of course, had frozen in a fight-or-flight motion and had then taken flight, kicking Beth in the arm with its claws on the way off. Beth yanked the pillow out from under her head and threw it blindly at the cat. Sarah, jumping off the bed, saw that the bedroom door had been open all that time and that the cat had no doubt been watching quietly for however long. The pillow got part of the cat's flank as it streaked toward the door. Beth grabbed the dildo and launched it like the fast-pitch softball hurler she had recently been. She fully intended to impale the cat, but it made a right turn into the hallway in the nick of time. Sarah ran out of the room.

Beth got up, grabbed her sweater and panties, and donned them in a hurry, cursing the cat for each of its nine lives. She went to the kitchen. Sure enough, there was Sarah, still nude, holding the cat and comforting it. The cat was frantically purring to try to get back into someone's good graces. 

"If she comes in there when we're doing it just one more time …" Beth threatened. Sarah made kitten eyes at Beth.

"C'mon, out to the garage with you," Sarah said as she carried the cat in one hand and headed for the pantry, where the cat's "stuff" was. She spoke again. "I know you don't like it, but it's better than being out in the rain." Beth heard noises from the pantry and deduced the litter box was being picked up, along with the food bowl. She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. Sarah came back, passing Beth on the way. The cat purred extra loud. Beth refused to pet it.

"One of these days I'm going to give that cat away," Beth snarled. Sarah, who put down the cat box to open the garage door, turned around and shot her a steely glare. 

"Now you behave, Missy," Sarah said to the cat. She pushed it out the door – no easy task – and then had to chase the cat as it scooted back in during the box transfer. Beth stuck out a foot and the cat ran nose-first into it. Sarah scooped it up again, gave Beth another dirty look, carried the cat to the sink, turned on the water (which didn't help the cat's mood any), filled a water bowl and walked back to the door. With cat, litter, food and water all safely into the garage, Sarah shut the door, turned around and gave a huff like the cat sometimes did when it was agitated.

Beth shook her head and hobbled away in disgust. Sarah waited a minute and followed. Beth went into the TV room and sat down on the couch with a newspaper. Sarah came in, still nude, sat on the other end of the couch, and gave Beth a peck on the nose.

Beth shook her head. "That cat will just disappear one day, mark my words. Especially with company coming."

Sarah pursed her lips. "If he doesn't like cats, I'm throwing him out on his ass, mom or no mom." Then she moved to massage Beth's shoulders. "It will all be better in the morning."

"I hope so," Beth said. She could hear the cat squalling in protest from the garage.

(END OF PART 1)



I'm Not the Girl You Used to Love Ch. 02



Interlude: Two lesbian lovers meet some new friends and try to reaffirm their love.

"Hi," Sarah Yearwood said as she took a barstool in the Night Shadow club. She offered a shy smile to the bartender.

"Hi," said the bartender, a petite young lady with curly brunette hair and strangely attractive features. "May I get you something?"

"Just a Coke, please," Sarah replied.

"No Coke. Pepsi?" the bartender replied in a funny voice. Sarah looked puzzled until she recalled seeing a Saturday Night Live rerun on late-late-late TV one night when she was unable to sleep despite the best attentions of Beth Garner.

"Darn," Sarah said, brightening up at the joke. "I guess a Slice if you have it."

"Coming right up," the bartender replied. As she mixed the ice and the soft drink, she said: "You must be from Georgia."

"Is the accent that strong?" Sarah replied, exaggerating it for effect.

"No," the bartender replied cheerfully, "but I had a whole voice class on dialects. I can do at least ten of them from the South, fifteen if you count Texas." She wiped her hands on a towel and reached out to shake. "My name is Alicia Thomas. Nice to meet you."

"Sarah Yearwood," Sarah replied, surprised at the lady's friendliness. But, then again, it was a lesbian bar. "I've been here a couple of times but I don't remember seeing you before."

"Just started working here," Alicia replied. "I'm a student at Washington, but the dorms are closed and I'm living with my mom for the break. She owns this place."

"Really?" Sarah replied, surprised. She had seen Courtney, the owner, before, with Courtney's partner Susan. She and Beth had had a nice chat with them once, talking about living together and all the foibles of partnership. Nowhere had there been any mention of motherhood.

"Yeah," Alicia replied. "Mom was a CPO and Susan was an electrical engineer on one of her ships. Mom and Dad were both Navy but they were never on the same boats, so Mom had a lot of time alone. After they broke up, Susan got a hardship discharge from an injury and Mom took a shore post. That's how they got together."

"Spilling secrets?" boomed a woman's voice from the back room. Sarah looked around nervously, but the bar was almost deserted and the few women in there seemed used to Courtney's voice. 

It didn't sound like Courtney was mad. Courtney came out, also wiping her hands on a towel, and put an arm around her daughter. The two women were almost a foot apart in height, and Courtney had construction-worker muscles.

"Loose lips sink ships, that's what they taught me," Courtney said more quietly but with a smile on her face. By this time, Susan had come out from the kitchen. A mid-size woman, she carried herself with considerable grace.

"It's all right," Sarah said to Alicia. "My lover had a hardship discharge of sorts. Messed up her knee in a car accident, messed it up worse when some asshole did his own form of gay bashing on her." She raised her hand as Courtney's features darkened. "Don't worry. My lover's brother at the time would have busted the guy all to hell if the guy had dared him. And one of my best friends was the daughter of two Sheriff's Deputies – they were on the scene to help out."

Susan digested this. She had a strange look on her face. "Lover's brother at the time? I hope she wasn't a cheating wife."

Sarah froze in horror. "Oh, no! Beth and I didn't even think about getting together until after the divorce. Beth was a lesbian virgin. I think she still would be if she had married the brother instead, and ..." she furrowed her brow ... "hell, he was one of my coaches and I might have adopted HIM as a brother."

Courtney snorted, but not derisively. "I have four of 'em, plus two sisters. Eleven nieces and nephews. I'm grateful to the ones who have stayed nearby and offered me support. Still, I never felt like any guy friends were THAT close." She looked over at Susan, who was still looking at Sarah. "Or girl friends either."

Susan let out a smile, directed at Sarah. "Didn't mean to worry you. Actually, I run a church support group for people who've been in broken relationships, and most of the people there are women who have been dumped. But there is a man there whose wife ran off with another woman, and he is so down in the dumps. He can't figure out how he could have missed the signs. What signs, we ask him? He never has had an answer."

Sarah smiled widely. "That's what I tell Beth. She and Joey had been changing for a long time and it was nobody's fault. Her and my love sure has grown over the last few years. Changing in a good way, I guess."

Courtney spoke up as Susan left to clean tables, not that there was much to do. "It's been a while since you came in here. Been busy over the holidays?"

Sarah nodded. "Oh, yes. We have a house guest now. A guy, no less. He just graduated with a theater degree and he's going to graduate school. His mom asked us to put him up and teach him some responsibility. So far, pretty good. He's a really good cook and he reads poetry to us some nights, and he likes the cat we took in."

Susan came back. "Did you say really good cook?"

Sarah nodded, somewhat bewildered.

"Does he have a job yet?"

Sarah grimaced. "No, still looking. He's paying our share of the rent out of his savings from working in an Italian restaurant back home."

Susan walked back. Courtney walked over. Alicia moved in a little bit.

Susan asked: "How good do you think he'd be at cooking for 50 people?"

That's not something you ask of a house guest. Sarah used a raised eyebrow to throw the ball back into Courtney's court.

"The building next door is going up for sale next week. It has a full kitchen and a big space we can convert to a dining area. Susan and I have wanted to branch out, and these lunch-only restaurants do really well with business people on the other side of the Sound, so we've wanted to try one over here. We have a bunch of our moms' and grandmothers' home recipes and we can buy the kitchen supplies, but we need people. Depends on your house guest's schedule, but we could start him out busing tables and taking orders and move up to cooking."

Sarah was intrigued. Jonathan Wheeler, said house guest, was dipping into his savings to pay his share of the rent, and didn't have a car as yet, so Sarah and Beth had to chauffeur him to employment agencies all over the county. Plus, school over in Seattle was starting soon and his availability would be limited.

"I'll talk to him," Sarah said. "If he thinks he can swing it, I'll bring him over here tomorrow night and let him fill out an application. He was going to live in the graduate dorms, but we could use him at our place. If somebody could drive him to Seattle when he has classes ..."

"I'm a student there," Alicia volunteered. "Theater department. I'll probably go back to the dorms in a couple weeks, but I could come down here and help if he's willing to pay for the gas."

Sarah looked pleased. "Theater department? He'll be a graduate student there."

Alicia's face darkened. "A bunch of snobs. They go out and play regional theater or the touring cast of some Broadway show or maybe do a few days on some movie, and they think they own the university."

"Oh no, he's not a touring professional," Sarah hastened to say. "He's an actor, yeah, but he seems really unpretentious. If you're working here tomorrow night, you can check him out."

"Like you were checking me out?" Alicia said.

Sarah blushed as deeply as a woman of her complexion could. The lighting of the bar highlighted it extensively. She tripped over a dozen words of apology and said she was very happy in her current relationship.

"Don't sweat it, Sarah," Courtney said kindly. "I have a very attractive daughter and I am proud of her." Alicia smiled too and put her arm around her mom's waist.

"I'm straight and I'm proud, but I like to look nice," Alicia said. "At least when I'm not on stage. Plain Janes get the good character roles, at least in the theater. Out in Hollywood ..." she made a face.

"Women hit on you a lot?" Sarah asked.

"If they're drunk, yeah," Alicia replied. "Here isn't so bad, because Mom can just call them cabs and send them on their way. But in school, a lot of people get drunk. I've seen girls making out in cars in the dorm parking lot at night. It ..."

"Grosses you out?"

"I didn't want to say it that way, but ... yeah."

Sarah smiled. "Actually, I've been there. A past girlfriend of mine loved to kiss me and sometimes touch me. It wasn't bad enough to get us arrested, but I really wasn't comfortable with it. You'll be happy to know I don't drink, Beth doesn't drink and Jonathan doesn't drink. We know Jonathan's mom pretty well and we're pretty sure she raised him right. I just hope you get along when you meet."

Alicia was pensive. "Can I tell you something?"

Sarah looked at Alicia for a second to make sure her answer wasn't flip-sounding, and then said: "Go ahead."

"I broke up with my boyfriend a few days ago. We saw each other for four and a half years. The first year, I was chasing him and he wasn't interested. The second year, he was chasing me and I wasn't interested. The third year, we got together and it was great, I fell in love with him. The last year, things went downhill because he was at another college and we didn't see each other, and we had arguments when we did. This last half year has been a nightmare. I'm still in love with him and I'm pretty sure he is with me, but we can't stand to be together. I'm pretty vulnerable at this point."

Sarah nodded. 

"I'll keep that in mind," she said kindly. She smiled wistfully. "A lot of people go to the bartender to talk about their troubles. Where does the bartender go? But I'll tell you ... the reason Beth and I are together is she felt she could come to me. My players will come to me, I hope. If you need to come to me, please feel free. If I'm not around, Beth is the best listener and counselor I know." She got up from the bar stool. "How much do I owe you?"

"Four dollars."

Sarah mock-winced, then pulled out a ten. "Keep the change," she said. 

She went over to Courtney and Susan, who had gone on to other tables, and gave each a big smile and a handshake. She told Courtney that she'd bring Jonathan by tomorrow and have him fill out an application. Courtney said that the restaurant wouldn't open for a few weeks yet, and Jonathan could practice cooking some recipes for the bar patrons. 

After Sarah left, Courtney came back over to her daughter, who had changed out the ten and put six dollars in her tip jar – her first tip of the night.

"Penny for your thoughts," she said.

"Just wondering how she was so nice to a total stranger," Alicia said. 

Courtney shrugged. "Big sister instinct. She gets a lot of pleasure from helping people. Maybe it's all the happiness she gets. Maybe not. Accept it for now and look for happiness down the line when you don't feel so messed up. Just don't fall in love with the first person who's nice to you."

Courtney was called away before she could read her daughter's reaction.

That night, at home ...

"Can I make a request?" Sarah said to Beth Garner. They were sitting on the couch watching a movie on DVD. Jonathan was in the old office that had been converted into a spare bedroom, looking up the course catalog for University of Washington on a computer.

"Sounds pretty serious," Beth said, "if you have to ask me." She took Sarah's hand.

Sarah smiled at the contact. "I just wondered if I could stop fucking you with the dildo, for a while at least."

Beth didn't respond for a second. Susan mistook the silence and tried to explain herself.

"It's not my back or my elbows or anything, and I love lying right there with you. It's just that ..."

"You're not comfortable being a 'man,' are you?" Beth replied. She caressed Sarah's cheek. Sarah blushed and nodded.

"I've never had a psychology class dealing with a cock-loving lesbian, which I feel you are," Sarah said softly. "It feels like you cum harder whenever you get fucked by me. I know you give me back a lot more vigorously."

Beth grimaced. It was true. "I know you don't feel much from wearing it, so I'm trying to give you more to thank you more. Do you like any part of it?"

"Oh, hell, yes," Sarah said. But her face darkened. "It's something else."

"Joey." Beth put her hand in front of her face. "You think I think you're Joey!?"

A prolonged silence followed. Beth started to tear up.

"I'm not Joey and I never will be. I am not the guy you used to love. I want you to love me for me. I know you do that, but you miss him terribly. He was your rock of caring and he helped make you what you are today. 

"But you fell in love with me, FOR me. And I fell in love with you as much as one person can do for another. If I lose you to him, I will never get you back. You could leave him again and maybe you would. But you couldn't come back to me because it would hurt too much. It may be abused, but even if we didn't get married I would never love anyone but you. And I think, deep down, you love me for me too. You are a very loving person and you want everything to be beautiful, no matter whom you meet. But now it's my turn."

Beth kissed Sarah deeply, a wife-wife kiss. Her tears ran down Sarah's neck.

"It is your turn," Beth said. "We still have a lot of things to work out. Not least is that I think Jonathan has a crush on you. He sees something of his mom in you and I think he would be so honored to have you love him."

Sarah sighed. "I know. He is a boy in a man suit. But I did find a possible woman friend for him, and his mama taught him how to BEHAVE around us. We'll just have to let Nature take its course with him. I know he was really hurt by seeing his dad die, and I'm not the least bit surprised. I know his mom really cared for his dad and his dad appreciated it. He never tried to interfere in her gay relationships. But I think he has only a little idea of how to treat a woman. Maybe he can work through his grief and start being a real man." She smiled and gave Beth a playful rub on the nose. "We don't know EVERYTHING and men don't know just NOTHING. They can be really good if they use their brains."

Beth smiled warmly. "I'm so glad you agree." She gave Sarah a warm smooch and they headed off to the bedroom ... without the dildo.

(End of Chapter 2)

AUTHOR'S NOTE! I found this story while recovering some files, and wrote the last few paragraphs in the space of a few minutes. It's my re-entry into the Lit world, where many of my stories were left unfinished when I stopped writing. This is a short chapter and I had to find some way to keep it from being impossibly abrupt. I decided to test the waters for my own writing while I work on some other stories. I visit Lit every day and correspond with authors I really appreciate. They have been very nice (with some exceptions) and I have more friends here than on most places. This is dedicated to all the people (mostly women) on here who have suffered loss and have no rational explanations for what could have happened to them. I can't explain either, but I can give them hope for the future.

I'll figure out some more about Chapter 3 – and the ex-husband who hasn't yet re-entered the picture – as I can.

CM