7 comments/ 31671 views/ 4 favorites Karen and Kylie By: RenzaJones This story is copyright of Renzajones. Karen didn't speak because she couldn't not then, she needed time to think and process the feelings that raced through her mind. She had before now always been in control of herself and her emotions and somehow she knew she couldn't afford not to be now. She had never meant to be the one to redefine this woman or her own role in this relationship. She had in fact looked at herself as nothing more than a cipher, a role she knew was defined by her earlier self in a relationship that had begun much as this one had. Serenity had been the first and last woman that Karen had loved with her whole self, and even the fledgling feelings that she had, had for that woman all those years ago didn't touch what she was beginning to feel for Kylie. Serenity Fales had from the start, been an enigma and that alone had been enough to intrigue the 19 year old Karen. They had met at a Gallery opening that had neither been exclusive or high class. It had in fact turned out to be nothing more than the birth of one more nouveau sculptor, who wouldn't last longer than a fad. Rocco Theroux was the sculptor of the hour, though he would prove to be the Hanson of the art world and be forgotten in a year. He was also a friend of Serenity's although the exact nature of their relationship would always remain dubious, she was neither an art collector nor a connisuier and he was not straight and seemed to be a recluse in the highest order still it was he who had personally invited the woman to his first show. Karen had simply seen the flyer on one of the overly packed bulletin boards at school and then again taped to the wall of the organic health food co-op at which she sometimes shopped. She hadn't had much to do outside of the usual painting and classes so she'd figured what the hell if nothing else it might at least be good for a laugh. She had been walking around looking at the pieces of larger than life metal, copper and sometimes bits of twine that had been fused together and painted in a random fashion. There was nothing that struck her especially until she looked at a piece that was the creation of an altogether different artist. The woman was standing next to a sculpture that was dwarfed her already small frame to an almost laughable extreme. The woman was small and dark, even in the dim lighting her deep chocolate skin seemed to shine with some sort of light that emanated from within. Her features were small and sharp on her heart shaped face and brought to mind a pixie of some sort. Her face wouldn't have been remarkable if it weren't dominated by her large dark eyes, she was not a beautiful woman but was instead arresting. She was the type that would cause people to look as she walked down the street and then turn to look again once she'd passed without quite knowing why. Karen was in fact staring at her studying her and wanting her when the woman fixed those dark eyes on her. She smiled a little, nothing more than a brief flask of whit teeth against her dark face, that was enough for Karen who hardly ever even waited for an invitation in the first place. She walked over and introduced herself to the woman and smiled her own broad self assured smile. She was no stranger to the attraction that she felt and when she looked into the captivating eyes of the small woman before her she knew that the woman was aware of and receptive to the same thing. She couldn't exactly say how she knew, only that she did. Maybe it was the way the woman returned the smile, the tip of her pink tongue drifting over her upper lip the moment before her mouth had parted into a smile, or maybe it was the extra second she held her hand when Karen introduced herself. Whatever it was she could tell. They spent the rest of the evening talking about nothing, biding their time really, Karen wanted to get the niceties over with and take this woman somewhere quiet, or at least private and run her hands over her lush curves. She needed to know if this woman was as soft on the inside as she looked on the outside. She wanted to see if those eyes would darken with passion or close altogether, overwhelmed with sensation. She wasn't yet confident enough to put her request into words or action so instead she waited, and made conversation hoping that the woman would make the first move. Serenity watched the girl as they spoke, she liked her look, Karen seemed not to know her own beauty, or at least not the extent of it. She had a certain confidence that hadn't yet matured and as a result she seemed self assured without being self-possessed. Beyond the girl's looks the woman also liked the way the girl looked at her, it had been sometime since anyone had looked at her with anything more than abject lust. She had felt the girl's eyes on her earlier and had seen the desire in her eyes but there was an interest beyond that, the desire to know her and not just take her. Or at least she thought so. When the night was over, and the crowd such as it was began to dissipate, Karen felt a sudden sadness, she hadn't intended to get to know the woman but was somehow glad that they had talked. She was in fact very interested in who Serenity was as well as how the woman would feel writhing beneath her own hands. The woman was an incarnate contradiction of opposites. She had an air of worldly innocence, like a child that had seen and known to much in it's young life, coupled with the personality of a pragmatic dreamer. Karen herself was too young to recognize these things as signs of a slightly schizophrenic and self absorbed woman who had never fully left the shelter of her childhood because the responsibility of adulthood frightened her and disrupted the stasis of the world in which she chose to live. After that first night they had built a bond and blinded by infatuation Karen had thrown herself into the renewal and reconstruction of Serenity, and loved the woman harder each time she could not sculpt her into what she so wanted her to be. It had taken Karen years to recognize her Pygmalion like obsession although she never did end up with her personal Galatea. Still she had given all of herself and had not quite known that she should be getting something in return, and so she had never asked, but Serenity's lack of growth did not stop Karen herself from making her own transition into womanhood, and when she did she no longer found the childish actions of a woman twice her age endearing. She no longer understood Serenity's refusal to take care of her own most basic needs, nor the fits of indulgence the woman was prone to. She couldn't understand the compulsion to take and not give and she could no longer endure the petulance that she had once mistaken for a coping device. She had wanted to look beyond Serenity's surface and find depth but when she only touched the vast emptiness she was afraid. She had mistaken the woman's swift mood changes for the passion of an impulsive romantic who loved as hard as she hated, and had mistaken a void for depth. She loved the image she created and even now couldn't separate the two. She had been just as guilty as the woman who had walked away from her and taken the last vestige of her childhood with her. She could still see Serenity entwined with the sweat slicked man, the both of them tangled in Karen's sheets, not even noticing her at first. She had come home early from the office job she'd taken, to support herself and her lover, who never could seem to hold down a steady job. She hated the job and almost everyone who worked with her but the portraits she sometimes did, didn't bring in nearly enough cash so she had put her dreams on hold to embrace the reality she so wanted to hold on to. She swore she could feel her heart breaking as tears welled up in her eyes spilling over her cheeks and into the corners of her lips before they fell silently from her face. Serenity had only laughed, the man, who was really no more than a boy had the courtesy to at least leave after he had gotten himself together. In the two minutes it took him to find his clothes Karen had managed to calm herself and stuff her emotions and tattered soul into the place just below the pit of her belly. When the nameless man whose face she would always remember had gone, Serenity had tried to wrap her arms around the girl. She was still naked and her skin stank of sex and the sickly sweet cloying scent of Cognac. Karen had to fight off the wave of nausea, though the taste of bile still clung to the back of her throat. She pushed the woman away from her and stepped outside of the room that threatened to gag her with it's stench. Serenity had cried then as if she had any reason for tears, cried and pleaded with Karen to forgive her to touch her to want her again, something in the girl's brown eyes made her know that this was finally it. It wasn't the Girl that she wept for but the loss of this life, she hadn't exactly been pampered but she had gotten used to being adored and for the first time she was fully aware of what she had done, had been doing for sometime. As soon as it was out of her grasp she knew, and that's why she pleaded and cried and tried to hold onto her even as the space between them grew by leaps and bounds with each passing moment. Karen saw the woman clearly for the first time and what she felt was pity, the rage and the tears would come again later and for sometime afterward but it was the desperation in the woman's eyes and the pity it inspired that would haunt her for years. She would never fully acknowledge that she had mimicked and rendered that desperation in her own work for years afterward, nor would she fully understand her everlasting pity for such a sight, instead she learned to hide herself in her work, where she could meet in private with her first and only love. It was there that they would always be together and it was there where Serenity would always remain, hidden in the eyes of other's with Karen reaching to embrace what she had never quite been able to grasp. Kylie was watching Karen, the other woman seemed to be lost in a world of her own thoughts. For a moment Kylie wanted to be included in the world, wanted to know exactly what was going through Karen's beautiful head but instead of wondering she receded into her own mind. Or at least she almost did before she could so much as form a thought Karen had snapped back to reality and smiled at her as if she hadn't been in a world of her own for the past few minutes. "What's on your mind." Karen asked fixing her with a stare "You" Karen replied with the first thing that entered her head. "What about me?" "Nothing in particular just what you're wearing under that robe." She winked at the other woman As much as she wanted to fight against it in her mind, Karen's body reacted to the words that were really nothing more than a little bit of flirting. Still her nipples hardened and she felt a little kick of excitement in the pit of her stomach. Without taking time to consider what she was doing she loosened the belt of the robe and slipped the garment from her shoulder's letting it fall to the ground. Turning she darted out of the kitchen heading toward the stairs. "Come and get it." she called as her foot hit the first step. Kylie was right behind her, giving chase. They made it only as far as the upstairs hallway. Kylie grabbed the woman from behind holding her fast. "Gotcha" She said running her hands up the woman's abdomen, to her breasts. She was playing with her nipples and biting her neck lightly as they stood there. Neither woman felt any need to move toward the bedroom and probably wouldn't have even if they thought to. There was only one thing that mattered right then and it was consumption. They sank to the floor Kylies fingers already having moved from Karen's breasts to the warm liquid center between the woman's thighs. She took her like that Kneeling behind her as the woman rode her fingers her moans echoing off of the foyer floor below the landing and then throughout the house. Karen thrust herself against Kylie's fingers grinding her clit against the woman's palm she could feel herself losing control as her hips moved faster and harder, even when she felt the heat of her climax spill over the woman's fingers and into her palm her hips moved, time after time she went over the edge and let herself tumble free falling into wave after wave of pleasure and still her hips moved. She felt the tears on her face, felt them falling and knew there was no going back after this surrender of mind and body and still all she could do was ride the waves of desire. She was limp with satisfaction and something else she didn't want to define when her hips stopped moving. Her body and Kylie's were slick with sweat. She wanted to give something back to this woman who had broken through the walls she kept up for years, bounding into the center of her loneliness and somehow leading her out but she didn't have the physical strength, nor could she explain her tears, or the fears that were once again threatening to suffocate her. Kylie wasn't sure what had happened just now in the fading September twilight, kneeling in the middle of Karen's hallway, but something had, Karen didn't speak or even move when the woman kissed her wet cheek, and stood. "Karen, I've already stayed later than I should have, I really have to go..." She trailed off not sure what else to say, she didn't want to leave not now not with Karen like this, not with her so clearly in need of something but David would be home soon and she had to be there. By the time she gathered her clothes and dressed herself Karen had disappeared from the hall. Kylie searched the downstairs for her but found nothing but a note. "Thank You." was all it said. Kylie let herself out feeling like she might cry. She Didn't know what was going on which confused her but somehow this day was either the beginning or the end of something beautiful. Karen stood stark naked in the cool sanctuary of her studio, even in the breeze swept attic her skin was beaded with fresh perspiration. The sable of her brush struck the newly stretched canvas creating the rich coffee colored voluptuousness that she hadn't seen or touched for many years. She painted those lips that had been curved into a perpetual smirk, shading them to perfection. Her top teeth pressing into the firm flesh of her own full bottom lip, her body taut with concentration. Kylie had been gone for many hours yet Karen could still smell the fading scent of the woman mingled with her own scent and perspiration, still hear the sound of her sighs mingled with the breeze that floated through the slightly open windows. A part of her wanted to stop and concentrate all of her attention on the woman who had so recently left her home , but she didn't, she couldn't. First she had to exorcise yesterdays demons. After 15 years of hiding she had to look into those eyes one last time and then maybe she could finally walk away. And so she painted, because it was all she knew, and right now in this moment it was all that mattered because it was the only thing she still had. Kylie lay in her bed, she had stopped waiting for sleep hours ago, when her mind would not still. Now she lay there beside her husband, thinking and remembering. She could almost feel Karen's smooth tapered fingers drifting over her body, and smell the scent of their mingled passion. She remembered the pressure of the woman's lips on her own, then the pressure and wetness of them all over her body. She wanted to press her fingers between her legs and soothe the deep pulsing ache there. But she didn't not yet. She was in fact as in love with her own desire as she was with being desired. The wanting and the being wanted in return somehow made her feel more like a woman than she had in more years than she cared to admit or remember. She focused on the memory, the fantasy and the feeling, until her mind had exhausted itself and her body pulsed with need. All she had left over to think about was the confusion that she had been trying to keep at bay in the hours since she had departed from her lover. She tried to push the feeling away but it kept creeping back to the edges of her consciousness eventually pushing away even her carnal need and grabbing her attention like a petulant child. The bewilderment teased her somehow, it was as if she had once known the answer to some long forgotten riddle, but now when she needed it the answer eluded her . 'When her mind had exhausted itself with the questions she could not answer and the answers she dared not question, sleep finally drifted over her, just as she closed her eyes the sun was beginning its ascent over the horizon. 'As Kylie drifted off to sleep Karen too was finding rest. She had only just laid down her last brush, rinsed clean and set out to dry with the others. She had finally captured those deep dark brown eyes that she had painted on so many faces at so many other times. This time they were in the face she had first seen them in. Now that she had done what she'd set out to do she was very tired. The time to think and contemplate would come but right now was not that time, instead she would sleep while the paint dried and tomorrow she would face herself and her demons all over again. Tomorrow came much sooner than she had expected. It seemed as if she'd barely closed her sleepy eyes, when they sprang open again. At first she was disoriented and therefore not quite sure what had yanked her from her peaceful slumber. Then she heard the doorbell being pressed insistently and repeatedly, the gentle chimes echoed through the empty house, as Karen rose. She snatched her robe from the back of the bedroom door, pulling it over her nakedness before she went to see who was at her door. The woman on the other side of the door seemed just as surprised to be there as Karen was to see her there. A nervous smile tiptoed around the corners of her lips, and her skin glowed against the burnt orange sweater she wore. The color reminded Karen of thanksgiving and drinking hot apple cider near smoking bonfires of burning leaves and sticks. For a moment Karen just looked at the woman before stepping back to allow her into the house. Kylie stepped into the house and shut the door behind her. For a while they just looked at each other their eyes speaking the words that their lips could not. She had come there to talk but now her lips betrayed her and her train of thought took on a whole new direction. She let her eyes drift from Karen's stare. They drifted over the woman's body following her curves before finally looking into her eyes again.. Maybe she had known this was going to happen maybe she had wanted it, had wanted not to end things between them. She knew she was already in way too deep her mind screamed panicked warnings at her, as her body fell into the arms that had opened before her. She fell into the embrace and savored the way they fit together as she wrapped her arms around the woman's neck and pressed herself even closer. The screams in her mind faded to whispers as they kissed and touched, welcoming each other home. Karen & Kylie Ch. 01 This story is copyrighted to RenzaJones so don't reproduce it. If you're under 18 or prohibited in some way don't read this. The rest of you enjoy... And for the love of God please vote. She was walking through the rooms, down the hall in and out. She walked without purpose, her high heels echoing on the newly polished wood floors of the empty house. She knew this was the last time she would walk through the place that had been her home for the past seven years. The woman was not overly sad at this aspect although she thought perhaps she should be. Right now she was completely void of emotion. It was easier this way. An escape from the throbbing all encompassing pain that flowed with each beat of her heart. She could block her emotions for short intervals, but she still couldn't control the memories that would come uninvited and unwanted into her mind. Wrenching the control from her, foisting her over the abyss of emotional tumult. Even now with her departure the memories came. She had been intrigued with Kylie almost immediately. The straight little wife with her straight little life. Living out what some supposed was the American dream. Safely ensconced with her philandering husband in the comforts of upper-class suburbia. Oh she had played the game all right but somewhere along the way she had broken the rules. She had fallen in love, and for that she'd had to pay dearly. She remembered when she's first seen Kylie across the room at the charity luncheon for the Benefit for the arts foundation. The speaker had been tediously boring and self absorbed and Kylie had seemed like a beacon of light amongst the boring society Jane Doe types. Her tan skin seemed to glow and because she'd been sitting directly in front of window her seemingly brown hair had been proven to have reddish undertones. She was wearing a red suit and her nails were painted to match perfectly. Every now and then she would reach to smooth an imagined piece of hair behind her perfectly formed ears. Each time she lifted her hand the woman couldn't help but notice the gigantic diamond engagement ring as well as the Platinum wedding band glittering in the sunlight. The woman had thought she'd been covert in her observation but the next time Kylie had reached to brush the hair behind her ear she had looked directly into her eyes and held the gaze for a few moments before winking and turning away. She didn't have to think too much about the interest she had seen registered in Kylie's knowing gaze. Nor was she concerned with the presence of a wedding ring on her finger. In fact sometimes it was easier with the married ones. They didn't expect any sort of long-term commitments nor did they expect her to be some sort of female version of Prince Charming sent to save them from whatever plagued them. The married ones were just looking for sex. Hell most of them figured they weren't cheating because their lover didn't have a cock. She had never understood this particular reasoning. She doubted very much that if she loved someone enough to promise until death do us part, and mean it even for a moment that she would be happy to walk in and find them having sex with anyone. She could just about see the scene, coming in early from work and finding her woman riding some man. "Oh baby I thought you were cheating on me but now I see that it's a man so everything is peachy." The foolishness of the thought almost made her laugh out loud. Pushing her chair back from the table and stood exiting the dining room and entering the lobby of the Bilmont hotel. She walked around a bit stretching her legs. The woman wanted to leave. She had already paid for the three hundred dollar a plate luncheon although the food had been only so-so. She had also written a five thousand-dollar check for the charity so she felt no guilt at walking out on the boring and stodgy speaker. She did however remember the interest she had seen in the eye's of the woman in red and she didn't want to leave without at least finding out her name. As if her thoughts had beckoned the woman she saw her standing near the door of the dining room. Kylie adjusted the jacket of her red suit and approached the woman she had seen watching her earlier. She stepped up to the woman and extended her hand. "Hello my name is Kylie." The woman took her hand shaking it but not releasing it. "I'm Karen It's nice to meet you." As she said this she ran her thumb over Kylie's hand and smiled slowly. Kylie pulled her hand away blushing slightly as she felt a hint of arousal sweep through her. She had never pursued a woman before but something in Karen's gaze had pulled her in. She had flirted with this woman only because she had seemed so very interested in her. It had been a long time since Kylie had seen outright lust directed at her and she liked the feeling, so here she was talking to the woman who could potentially be her first female lover as well as her first infidelity. She and David had loved each other, but she doubted she was ever in love with him. They were friends who had gotten married confusing love for in love and caring for passion. She had admitted this to herself and she knew he had probably come to the same conclusion, but in the 14 years they'd been married neither had admitted it to the other. She knew David had been unfaithful in the past and present and there was every indication he would continue to be unfaithful in the future. She didn't really care at this point, her life as she knew it was based on being the Mrs. in Doctor and Mrs. David T Michaels. In the beginning after she had helped him through medical school and his residency he had told her she had done her bit. She wouldn't have to work for a while. She had accepted this, although she had gone to college. She had taken a while off from working reveling in her new role as the doctor's wife, before she knew it two years had passed and David was quite established leaving the hospital and starting his own private practice. The novelty of being a stay at home wife had worn off quickly and she was ready to get back to work. David had told her it wouldn't be appropriate for his new image to have her working, something about how people would assume that his practice wasn't thriving if they saw his wife working. She had accepted it. She had been kicking and screaming but eventually she had accepted it. A few months later when David had suggested that she join up with some of the "girls" in their societies and clubs so she would be amused. She had accepted that too, not even bothering to tell him that a few years ago the suggestion alone would have amused her plenty. Four years into the marriage she was completely dependent on David, her friends were the wives of his friends and colleagues. She had no money of her own and aside from the various societies and clubs busy work nothing to occupy her time. She had already begun to realize that she and David had a passionless marriage and that David had effectively woven her life so fully with his that it would be nearly impossible to define her as an individual. She was David's wife nothing more. Still, they had sex although there was no real passion. She could predict that every Tuesday and Friday like clockwork that they would have sex, a kiss on the lips then the neck then her breasts then straight to missionary sex her on the bottom him on top. Seven or eight minutes of him pumping away and then it would be over before she'd even broken a sweat. He would seem almost angry if she tried to initiate or take charge of the sex act. If she kissed him or fondled him he would grow tense and move away telling her how busy or tired he was. Kylie began to think it was her fault. She joined the gym worked out although she hadn't really needed to. She tried sexy negligee's and downright nudity and still he rebuffed her advances telling her it just wasn't proper for her to act so brazen and insinuating that she was no more than a whore. She knew that a number of her girlfriends had lovers, but she couldn't bear the thought of being the pool boy's Tuesday rotation. A suburban cliché. She had also wanted children but David had always put it off telling her that it wasn't the right time. She realized that with him it would never be the right time and now she was glad. She couldn't imagine bringing a child into this union. She was a different woman than she had been at the start of the marriage. She recognized the dysfunction in her life and had no wish to pass it on to an offspring. She had no illusions or delusions on what David would be like as a father and she knew without a doubt that she wasn't strong enough to battle it out with him on every issue a child in the home would have raised. Instead she had thrown herself into charity spending David's money on the less fortunate. The starving children endangered species, diseases, and finally her "baby" The Benefits for the arts. She had her masters in the arts and if this was the only way she could have her hand in the pot then so be it. She had after all helped make her bed so now she would have to lie in it. Here she was 35 years old, childless, married for fourteen years to one of the leading cosmetic surgeons in Boston, the head or on the board of more than ten charities. Karen watched Kylie noting the range of emotions that played in her eyes in the space of a moment. She would have to be careful with this one. Already she saw that despite the polished veneer, this was no run of the mill suburbanite wife out trolling for a fuck. There was more than that in her eyes and it hadn't escaped her notice that the woman had hesitated at the handshake but still Karen felt drawn to this woman, Her thinly veiled vulnerability had piqued her curiosity. "Are you going back in there"? Kylie's low-pitched voice broke through Karen's reflections. "I don't think so. You?" Kylie thought for a moment. "I really should. I am the head of the board" Karen raised an eyebrow waiting for an answer. Kylie realizing that the woman wanted a conclusive answer decided all at once that she wouldn't go back. For the first time in years she put the feeling of supposed to out of her head and said "you know what I don't think I will." Karen smiled. "Do you want to get something to eat?" Kylie looked nonplussed for a moment. "We just ate." "No we just attended a charity luncheon. I barely touched my food and neither did you." "I am a little hungry." "Good because I'm fucking starving." Kylie laughed because she hadn't expected the well-dressed woman to use such language Her own presumption struck her as funny too. Outside the valets retrieved their respective cars and with Karen leading they headed away from the Bilmont. Inside her car Kylie reflected a bit on what she was doing. She was excited at the prospect of eating lunch with this beautiful woman. In the space of a few moments Karen had made her laugh and aroused her. She didn't seem to know she was David's wife although she had surely noticed the wedding ring. The fact was Kylie was ecstatic that she had managed to attract anyone interesting on her own merits, even if those merits were only her looks. She knew she wasn't gorgeous but she was in shape and could pass for a younger woman. She thought that her legs were her best features and she took every opportunity to show them off. Her skirts were always a bit shorter than the other "girls" but not so short as to be inappropriate. She also wore the highest stilettos she could manage. She'd never even owned a pair of platforms. And even now she had only two pairs of sneakers used expressly for working out and tennis. She hoped that Karen would still be interested in knowing her after spending a few hours in her presence, though she wasn't so sure. In her own car Karen had no such thoughts. She knew she looked damn good and she only wondered why Kylie didn't have the same confidence. She had noted the other woman's apparent surprise at being flirted with, though with her looks Karen had assumed that sexual advances were common place. Perhaps she had misinterpreted and, the surprise had only been at the fact that the sexual advance was from a woman. Pulling into a small restaurant Karen parked her car and waited for Kylie to find a space before heading to the entrance. Karen had never bought any of the other's here. Mostly because they were too spoiled to enjoy the ambience despite the lack of reputation and over priced food. Also with the other woman she'd known the meal would lead to sex. Most of them didn't even require the niceties of a pretend relationship only a few of them had ever even bothered to venture outside of a hotel or bedroom. Karen had a feeling Kylie was a bit different. First off despite her designer suit and shoes she hadn't seemed at all self absorbed or haughty, secondly although she seemed to be interested in Karen she also seemed strangely hesitant. The thought of seducing Kylie appealed to Karen she was getting a bit bored with having woman practically falling in her lap. Until this moment she hadn't realized that she wanted a challenge, now that one had presented itself she was more than happy to pursue it. So here she was at her favorite restaurant. She thought maybe she would establish a friendship with the woman and go from there. Kylie looked around, she had never been here before or even heard of it but she found the interior charming. The tables and chairs were artistically mismatched and although it was daytime there were candles placed on a shelf that ran along three of the four walls. She realized in a moment that the candles were scented a French vanilla and cinnamon smell hung in the air. It was prominent with out being cloying. There were also several paintings around the room positioned in plain oak frames well above the candles. The paintings were very well done, and although the subject matter and style changed from one to another still somehow the pictures seemed have a sameness in their core. She suspected that all the pictures had been painted by the same artist and whoever had painted them deserved to have a gallery showing. She went from picture to picture inspecting them and coming to the last one she was disappointed to find that the artist hadn't signed the pictures. Karen watched the delight on Kylie's face as she went from canvas to canvas admiring the pictures. She was surprised to see that this woman seemed genuinely interested in art. The pictures were unsigned and unremarkable within the art world, because an unknown artist was always unremarkable to those who cared about the name more than the technique. Karen knew that there were few artists who were recognized for true art and now more than ever, young upstarts with blatant controversy got more publicity than those with real talent. Or worse yet the Nuevo artists who painted a bleeding circle on a red white and blue background and got regaled for the symbolism before some rich fool paid three thousand dollars to hang the picture in their over priced home. It made her want to gag when people outside or inside of the artistic world made comments comparing the work of these artistic children to the greats commenting how in their time artists like Matisse and Picasso weren't appreciated either. She wanted to tell them that those artists had introduced new forms of beauty into the world, not vomited pop culture onto a canvas. And that impressionism certainly wasn't the same as soaking a picture of the Virgin Mother in piss. In ten years who would remember that artist's name and who the hell would want the picture in their home or even to see it in a museum? Kylie turned to her after walking around the room, her face was glowing with excitement. "These pictures are amazing." Karen smiled at her enthusiasm. "Do you know who painted these?" "Yes" Kylie waited expectantly as Karen walked away seating herself at a table for two. Seeing that the woman apparently wasn't going to say more Kylie sat as well, momentarily sidetracked. "Shouldn't we have waited to be seated?" "No, here you can just seat yourself. A waiter will be around in a moment.": Sure enough just after she had spoken the words a waiter appeared with menus. For the first time Kylie realized all the male waiters were wearing Dark blue jeans converse sneakers and Wham! T-shirts. The waitresses were wearing varying New Kids On The Block shirts, with short denim skirts and either red or green high top converse sneakers and what appeared to be to be multi-colored leg warmers. The waiter handed them menus and looked directly at Karen. "Hello Miss. St Thomas it's nice to have you with us again. Did you ladies want to start with something to drink?" "Just water for me " "I'll have a water too" She smiled and thanked the man calling him Jonathan although he wore no name tag. Kylie was racking her brain where had she heard the name Karen St Thomas before? She knew she had never seen this woman, she certainly would have remembered. but the name was so familiar. Then it dawned on her suddenly. "Oh my god you're the Karen St. Thomas" Karen was amused. barely anyone ever recognized her name although in her own way she was quite famous. She hadn't counted on the fact that Kylie was genuinely interested and apparently knowledgeable in art. "I suppose I am." Apparently the woman was speechless at this concept. She picked up her menu and looked it over. Then put it down again. Looking Karen directly in the eye. "Really Karen? K. Thomas? Really?" "Really, really." Karen said nodding her head solemnly before laughing. Kylie picked up her menu again this time trying to focus her eyes to actually read it. She couldn't believe this. Karen St. Thomas was noted as one of the best artists of the time. People vied for interviews with her and paid thousands for her paintings. She had had gallery showings internationally. No one inside or outside of the art world knew what she looked like. The woman was a recluse or so it seemed. She never granted photos and only did interviews and such by phone. For the past almost two decades the artist had been noted only as K. Thomas, but when she had premiered 20 years earlier she had been Karen St. Thomas. Karen didn't even bother with her menu. She knew what she wanted. In fact as quiet as it was kept she owned the restaurant. It wasn't common knowledge but she wanted people to come because they enjoyed the food and the atmosphere. She had no desire for the restaurant to become the hangout for the pretentious art crowd. Barely anyone knew her by her first name in the art world. It had been at 20 years since she used her full name in any showing and not many had been able to link Karen St. Thomas with K. Thomas. Even her sex was up for question in magazines and such since she had never met with any reporters in person. She was amused and curious by Kylie's almost instant recognition of her name as well as the woman immediately linking past and present identities. Even the media hadn't been able to do that. "How did you know?" "Know what?" "Know who I was?" Kylie smiled nervously. "You're the reason I went to art school. I was 15 the year Karen St. Thomas premièred and she... you were too. I read about your show in the local Art voice and I went to see it I couldn't believe a 15 year old had gotten her own show. Your work was amazing and I bought two of the pieces. Well my dad did, but I worked to pay him back. Then when I read the reviews I was upset to find that they had called your work trite and lacking. I thought it was great. I couldn't understand it. Anyway I was hooked on art more than ever before. I had always has a natural inclination for art but I wanted to learn technique. I took independent art courses and soon I had a pretty good portfolio going. By the time I graduated high school and I was accepted to an art institute. I went to school and managed to get my degree. Anyway after that first show Karen St. Thomas disappeared and I waited to see if you would do another show but you never did. At least not under that name. Four years later I was 19 years old living in New York and I went to a premier show for K. Thomas. I had barely heard anything about this show, a couple of friends thought it would be a gas so we went. Everybody there was talking about how mysterious the artist was. Completely unheard of, nobody knew the sex or even age. When we got there I remembered having seen some of the pieces before. I knew almost immediately that at least five of the paintings there were the originals from the first Karen St. Thomas show. The other's were new but your style hadn't really changed. The reviews for the New York show were great and I thought it was funny. You had fooled them the paintings they had called trite and lacking four years earlier in Boston was a breath of fresh air in New York.": Karen & Kylie Ch. 01 Karen was just staring at her so Kylie stopped talking feeling awkward. Blushing she looked down afraid she had somehow made a fool of herself. Karen waited for the woman to lift her head she couldn't believe what she had heard in the past five minutes. Of course she knew the bulk of the story because it had of been her life. What she couldn't believe was the coincidence of meeting Kylie. When Kylie finally raised her head Karen was still looking at her she seemed a little shocked. "Do you know how many paintings I sold in my first show?" Kylie shook her head. wishing she did know. "Two" The word was whispered almost inaudibly. Kylie wasn't sure if she had even heard the word or if she had merely read Karen's lips. Karen looked her in the eye holding her gaze as she went on softly. "You bought the first two paintings I ever sold." Kylie couldn't believe it for the second time in ten minutes she was completely shocked. Before she could say anything Jonathan was back with their water and asking if they were ready to order. Karen said that they were though Kylie hadn't really looked at the menu. Karen ordered some sort of soup and bread combination so Kylie said she'd have the same. Had anyone questioned her on the specifics of what type of soup or bread it was she couldn't have answered if her life depended on it. She also ordered a Coke with her meal, she needed a stiff drink but she couldn't risk it knowing she was driving. When the Waiter left the two woman simply stared at each other for a few moments each lost in her own thoughts. Karen was the first to speak " After you realized who I was, after my work really became famous why didn't you say anything? You know those first paintings would predate any of my other works. They're probably worth a mint." Kylie thought for a while before answering. "I didn't care about that. I still don't. I thought it was funny a kind of inside joke. Besides I told you, you inspired me. I wouldn't sell you out like that. I knew what you were doing. They had criticized you when you were a kid, an unknown. Then later you purposely made yourself unknown in the literal sense. Everyone wanted to know you but you stuck with being the nobody they'd made you out to be in the beginning. Besides that I appreciated the fuck you to the critics that had fucked you over." Karen almost choked on the water she had been drinking. Kylie was genuinely angry over what had happened. She had accurately summed up what Karen had done, and in her anger shown Karen a glimpse of the woman she could be if she ditched her passive and submissive attitude. She reached over and linked her finger's with Kylie's on the tabletop. Kylie began to fidget as Karen looked at her staring intently into her eyes then letting gaze sweep downward over her breasts before returning to her face. She could feel herself blushing as Karen bit her bottom lip for a moment and then ran her tongue along her top lip all while holding Kylie's gaze and putting gentle pressure on her hand. Karen wanted to laugh out loud at the woman's expression. She could see her arousal reflected in those beautiful brown eyes. She would have laughed or at the very least smiled had she not been so surprised to feel Kylie's foot sliding up the inside of her calf. The caress sent shivers up her spine, and aroused her to no end. Karen loved flirting and subtlety was in her opinion the best kind of foreplay. After a few moments Karen excused herself saying she had left her in purse in the car. Kylie was a bit taken aback but she just shrugged as they released hands and Karen stood. Kylie Watched her walk out liking the sway of her hips beneath her black skirt. She looked around noticing that she hadn't been the only one watching. She wasn't at all surprised. Karen was very beautiful. Her skin was light brown, and her straight startlingly jet black hair hung almost to her waist, her eyes were hazel, and when coupled with her small slightly upturned nose, her face would have looked almost girlish had her lips not been quite so full, and her cheekbones a bit less defined. Kylie had been lost in thought but she noticed Karen's reentrance and was mesmerized by the way her breasts moved beneath her blouse as she walked. Obviously she had left her Jacket in the car. She was however carrying a small black handbag. Smiling Karen took her seat and crossed her long legs swinging her foot slightly. Kylie looked at her leg and foot. She had never found feet or legs for that matter particularly sexy but Karen made her plain black leather stilettos look impossibly sexy. The shoe was unremarkable a simple heel with a pointed toe and single ankle strap but as Karen swung her foot Kylie had the craziest urge to fall on her knees and kiss the woman's feet. More than that she wanted to run her tongue from Karen's nylon clad ankle to her thigh. Her legs seemed to shimmer beneath the seer black stockings. Kylie began to wonder if Karen wore pantyhose or if like herself she wore stockings. Karen was still smiling as she watched Kylie watching her legs. Plenty of woman had a thing for her legs. She played it up in a reserved kind way, getting shoes that were sexy without seeming like a blatant invite or oiling her legs whether she went bare or in ultra sheer stockings. A simple coat of baby oil made her legs impossibly soft and shiny. Making them gleam in the light. After more than a minute Kylie looked up embarrassed to find Karen watching her intently. "Caught you." Kylie opened her mouth to say something but Karen made the universal signal for silence by placing her index finger to her lips, winking as she did so. "I don't need an explanation. I'm flattered." She proceed to open her purse and extract something that Kylie couldn't really see. Then without a word she reached over to hand the item to her. Kylie extended her hand to accept the item and upon realizing what it was she yanked her hand beneath the table and blushed furiously. She had blushed more today than ever before. Karen was glad Kylie's complexion wasn't any darker simply because she liked seeing the blush suffuse her cinnamon colored face. Kylie ran her fingers over the lacey bit of black fabric in her lap. Karen had just handed her a tiny pair of thong underwear. The crotch was noticeably wet. Karen giggled at the look on Kylie's face. She had gone to the car and masturbated. She got off very quickly. Her panties had been soaked with her juices when she'd gotten to the car. She really had left her purse in the car accidentally and although she could have put her tab she had wanted to come out for a little relief. Inside her car she had spread her legs and stroked herself lightly through the fabric of he underwear. She was wearing stockings without garters as these particular ones had elastic around the top. Even the light stroking had her moaning like a two-dollar hooker. She had slipped her fingers under the waistband and rubbed her clit. In less than a minutes she was spent. Removing the panties she'd used them to clean herself up and slipped them in her purse before reentering the restaurant. Kylie left the underwear on her lap and with her eyes fixed on Karen's she lifted her hand to her lips pressing her fingertips to her lips she blew a kiss. Karen raised her eyebrow and to her surprise Kylie mimicked her expression. "Hungry" "Not at all" A few moments later when the waiter returned with their food Karen gave him a credit card and told him to settle the bill and pack up the food to go. He turned without question and when he returned a few moments later the two woman all but ran from the restaurant. Karen nearly forgot her credit card in her haste. They had only been in the restaurant for forty minutes though it felt like she had been waiting hours. Karen hoped that she didn't get pulled over she knew she was speeding and she was glad she hadn't gotten anything to drink. She kept her eyes on the rearview mirror to make sure she didn't lose Kylie but she saw that the woman's white BMW was right on her bumper. They made the ten-minute trip to her house in about seven minutes. Karen pulled into her driveway and was out of the car with and had the front door open by the time Kylie had parked behind her. The moment after the door was locked the woman were all over each other. Karen had her back to the door and Kylie pinned her there using her body. She kissed Karen on the lips passionately. Karen opened her mouth pulling the other woman's bottom lip between her own and sucking gently. Her hands traveled over the red jacket undoing the buttons quickly then slipping it from the shoulders of its owner. Kylie hadn't been wearing a blouse beneath the suit and Karen's fingers ran over a satiny red bra that clasped in the front. Pulling her lips away she kissed the exposed tops of the woman's breast running her tongue between them before gently tugging first one nipple then the other lightly between her teeth through the fabric. Kylie gasped. She honestly couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched her like this. She could feel the shocks of sexual pleasure spreading from her breasts to her cunt. She was very near climax already. She had almost forgotten how sensitive her breasts were. Karen unclasped the bra and pulled it away from the woman before her. She took her time looking at Kylie's full breasts with their brown nipples. She reached out and rolled the nipples lightly between her thumb and forefinger. Pulling slightly. Moving her hands she positioned her self so that she was cupping one breast in each hand. She lowered her head taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. While running her fingertips lightly over the underside of the breast while her other hand pulled and twisted the other nipple with varying degrees of intensity. Kylie was moaning as she alternated from one breast to the other. Kylie gripped the Karen's head as she climaxed. She felt as though she would collapse and she probably would have if Karen hadn't wrapped her arms around her steadying and embracing her. When she calmed a bit Karen kissed her lips and smiled at her before moving to lead her upstairs to her bedroom. The bedroom was absolutely breathtaking in size and design. The wood furnishings were dark, making a strong statement against the white walls. The subtle blues in the bed linens and Asian vases that flanked the fireplace bought the sky into the room. The vases themselves were filled with the most beautiful and largest orchids Kylie had ever seen The curtains and shades were understated so that the eyes traveled almost immediately to the view of the harbor. A sleigh bed with a rich cherry wood finish sat on a platform in the middle of the wall facing the east window. She imagined it was a fantastically restful place to sleep under the visual drama of the exposed rafters. The artwork in the room was simple landscapes but their simplicity only echoed the beauty of the room. "What a beautiful room." "Want me to leave you two alone?" Karen asked feigning departure Kylie turned to her undoing the clasp on her skirt she let it fall. She stood there in red bikini underwear flesh toned stockings and red stilettos. "That's entirely up to you" She walked over to the bed and sat removing her shoes and stockings as Karen disrobed dropping her clothes in a pile on the floor. Looking up Kylie saw that she had left the black shoes and stockings in place but was otherwise completely nude. Damn was the only word that she could think of to sum up Karen's figure. Apparently she had said the word aloud because Karen laughed running her eyes over the seated woman "Goddamn " she replied, Straddling her lap. "I've never done this before" "You'll do fine." They kissed again slowly and passionately exploring one another. Pushing lightly Karen urged her newfound lover to lie down. Shifting a bit she was able to roll over and reverse their positions. Lying beneath Kylie she let her fingers creep between their already sweating bodies and pushed two of her fingers easily into the woman's slick cunt. She found an easy rhythm and inside of her body while pressing her thumb against her clit. Kylie gyrated her hips as she ran her hands over Karen's breasts biting her earlobes and neck as she rode her hand. She could feel her orgasm washing over her again wave after wave of pleasure ran through her body as Karen kept up the steady rhythm of her fingers. Kylie almost couldn't take it yet she never wanted it to stop. Karen stopped the movement of her fingers although she continued to use her thumb to stroke her clit. They lay in a sweaty heap for a few moments before Karen removed her wet fingers from her lover's cunt. She motioned for the woman to lift up a bit as she pulled her hand from between them and brought it to her own lips. Under Kylie's intent gaze she cleaned her fingers with her mouth and tongue and the pulled her in for an open mouthed kiss. Part Two is in the works. If you liked the story great tell me why. If you hated it fine to each his or her own still I'd like to know why. If you're in between ditto on the last two sentiments. Please try to be constructive. Karen & Kylie Ch. 02 This story is copyrighted to RenzaJones so don't reproduce it. If you're under 18 or prohibited in some way don't read this. The rest of you enjoy... And for the love of God please vote. Kylie watched Karen with a faint smile on her lips. She had never been with a woman and she wondered if sex was always like this or if the woman beneath her was the reason she still felt tingles and aftershocks making their way through her pulsing sex. Without even thinking Kylie ran her hands over Karen's breasts, loving the silky feel of her brown skin. Karen gasped audibly as Kylie ran her hands over the sensitive skin of her breasts. She was as aroused as she could ever remember being and just the light stroking of the woman's fingers made her tremble. Kylie's actions became more deliberate as she dipped her head, taking one nipple into her mouth and sucking it gently. Having never been with a woman before Kylie met each new sensation and task with the enthusiasm of a novice. She wasn't sure what to do so she experimented, pulling Karen's nipple between her teeth lightly and flicking her tongue rapidly over the puckered skin. Next she tried lightly nibbling the nipple before rolling it gently between her teeth. She alternated breasts testing out new methods and keeping her hand busy so that both breasts were stimulated at once. Karen felt as though she was being tortured, the sensations were intensely pleasurable but she wanted penetration. She desperately needed to come, the tension had been building since she’d first laid eyes on this woman and now her body was screaming and demanding release. Kylie was enraptured, she loved Karen’s responsiveness. From the way she arched her back to the way one of her hands gripped Kylie to her while the other tore and grasped at the sheets. She felt Karen clasp her free hand and guide it between her thighs. Kylie hesitated for a moment before tentivly touching the slick wetness. She ran her fingers up and down the other woman's slit fascinated with the familiar feeling of her cunt. Kylie's finger had traced the same path over her own cunt countless times, and although the shape and dynamics were the same she still felt a thrill at the newness of touching another woman so intimately. Her finger's found Karen's clit and she rubbed the pearl of flesh lightly with the tips of her fingers. Pulling away from Karen's breast Kylie looked into her eyes for a moment. Karen had her eyes wide open and her lips slightly parted as she ground her sex into her lover's hand. Kylie was looking at her now and just before pulling her into a kiss she made one demand. "Fuck me." Following her direction Kylie slipped first two, then three of her fingers into Karen's pussy and began to thrust in and out. Her first few thrusts were awkward but she eventually established a rhythm, by simply following the upward motion of Karen's hips. The feel of the woman's sex around her fingers made her fully appreciate why some men went to such lengths for a quick fuck. The velvety, wet feel of Karen's cunt gripping her probing fingers made Kylie tingle as fresh stabs of excitement flitted through her stomach. She angled her hand a bit causing her palm to rub Karen's clit with each inward thrust. Karen was moaning, and panting half sentences through her parted lips. She could feel herself drawing closer to the edge as Kylie’s hand press into her clit and those wonderfully long fingers filled her cunt. Karen grasped the woman's shoulders as her orgasm tore through her. It had been a long time since she'd had such an intense orgasm. She felt as though someone had taken her picture using an old-fashioned flash bulb. Spots danced before her eyes and if she hadn't been laying down chances are that she would have collapsed. The pleasure of climax made her knees weak and her stomach feel as if the bottom had dropped out. As she was relaxing back into the bed she saw Kylie's face hovering above hers. Her face was worried and Karen heard her asking if she was okay. She wondered if this was the first time she had asked or if it was the first time she had actually heard the question. Karen smiled and nodded her head. "I'm very okay." Her reply was a little breathless as she wrapped her legs around Kylie’s waist and wound her arms around her neck pulling her down for a kiss. Kylie relaxed fully against Karen's body loving the feel of their breasts pressed together and their cunts rubbing intimately against one another. When Karen broke the kiss she held her position for a few moments until Kylie pulled away slightly. Reluctantly she loosened her legs and arms. Kylie pulled back and rested on her knees. She just looked at the woman stretched out on the bed before her. She had of course seen naked woman before, but she had never had the opportunity or inclination to explore the beauty of the female body with her eyes. She did so now, worshiping Karen's exquisite body with her eyes. She marveled at the beauty she was just now discovering in the simple curve of the hip or breast. She adored the subtle dip in the abdomen, Karen was in shape but not overly muscular, her stomach was flat but she still had a marked air of femininity about it. Kylie leaned forward and pressed her lips to Karen's belly button, dipping her tongue into the shallow indentation. Then without thought she kissed the space just below the navel. Her lips burned a path down to Karen's pussy. Without any hesitation at all, she pressed her lips to the wet skin and tasted her. Karen gasped as she felt Kylie’s lips and tongue exploring her sex. Her hands automatically intertwined themselves in the other woman’s brown hair and pulled her head closer. Kylie smiled as she willingly pressed closer to Karen and spread her with her tongue. She had found that she immediately loved her musky salty sweet taste. She pushed two fingers into her lover’s pussy as her tongue flipped rapidly over the woman’s clit. It only took a few moments for Karen to climax, and as she did she wrapped her long nylon clad legs around Kylie trapping her between her thighs. Kylie could feel Karen trembling from the inside out, and she would have happily suffocated between her thighs, and she very nearly did. Karen’s legs trapped her in the hot musky place where her legs met. When she was spent her muscles relaxed and Kylie pulled her hand from Karen’s body and sat back on her knees. Licking her fingers clean she watched the woman in front of her wondering what she was thinking. Karen was exhausted, she watched Kylie liking her slim fingers and felt a sense of pride and pleasure. She had thought it would be a bit harder to turn the socialite out but despite her initial hesitation she had willingly succumbed to seduction. For a split second Karen wondered who had seduced whom. After all Kylie had, had her with a wink and a smile. The thought made Karen grin as she lay there. Kylie was still watching her intently and Karen reached and grabbed her hand pulling her down to lie on the bed beside her. Lying side by side the woman fell asleep. When she awoke less than an hour later Kylie was slightly panicked. What had she done? She looked at the woman lying beside her and was startled to see Karen looking down at her with her head rested on her hand. Kylie wanted to leap from the bed and run as fast as she could but the woman’s leg was thrown across her hips trapping her on the bed. Karen had only slept for a few brief moments before beginning her observation of Kylie. She Knew that she should have been more careful and eased the woman into sex, but she hadn’t been able to control her lust. That fact alone unsettled her, she was a very passionate woman but she prided herself in having her emotions and actions in check. She had known Kylie less than two hours and she had lost control of both. From the, moment Kylie had opened her brown eyes Karen knew she was going to run. She had seen the panic and remorse written all over her face. Shifting her position she moved her leg to allow for Kylie’s departure. She had no right to be angry she’d known this would happen but still she was upset. As Kylie rose from the bed Karen couldn’t help being vindictive. “Run run as fast as you can” she said before turning her back to the confused panic stricken woman. Kylie was torn she wanted to leave but she hadn’t meant to hurt Karen. She thought for a moment how she would feel if the situation were reversed. She couldn’t leave, like this. Sitting down on the bed she reached over to touch Karen’s shoulder. “Karen...I” Kylie couldn’t think of what to say. Somehow I’m sorry didn’t seem right. She wasn’t sorry that she had enjoyed an afternoon in Karen’s company she certainly wasn’t sorry to have shared her bed. Karen spared her by turning to her and in a softer tone she said “just go. Call me later.” With that she rose from the bed and wrote her phone number on a slip of paper. Despite the fact that just a few moments she had been ready to depart Karen’s dismissal hurt. Kylie took the paper and stood there uncertainly. To her surprise Karen embraced her wrapping her in a strong hug. She relaxed against her and returned the embrace. Stepping back Karen kissed her quickly on the lips. “Call me when you’re ready to talk.” Kylie nodded and began retrieving her clothes from around the house. When Kylie was gone Karen closed the door and took a shower. Inside her bedroom she changed the sheets smiling at the memories of the afternoon. She really liked Kylie and she hoped that she would hear from her again. Karen had learned long ago not to live a life of regret and she wouldn’t dwell on it if Kylie had just been a fling. That was what she told herself as she ate dinner. She was still reassuring herself as she settled into bed for the night. It’s not like she had feelings for the woman right? Kylie was surprised to find herself pulling into long gated driveway of her home. She had driven home on reflexes alone. Her mind had been elsewhere. She had no remorse over her infidelity, she knew David had been unfaithful many times over, a fact that he barely bothered to hide. She had seen lipstick on his collar smelled perfume on his clothes and found phone numbers in his pockets. In the beginning she had called those numbers and heard the hopeful hellos of expectant woman. She had always hung up afraid to say anything. When she had talked to her mother she was surprised that her mother simply said that all men cheated, that they had needs. It had been ion the tip of her tongue to say woman had needs too but that wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have with her mother. Eventually she had pretended not to notice, and after a while it didn’t bother her at all. Now Kylie found that her worries were about herself. Although she hadn’t been to church in many years she felt guilty for having slept with another woman. Granted the sex had been amazing, and she had felt more passion and feeling from a virtual stranger than in the last ten years of her marriage to David. However Kylie had always considered herself a good Christian girl and breaking from that was going to be near impossible. In addition to her new found spiritual tumult there was a thought that was refusing to be banished, was she a lesbian? Was her attraction to Karen some sort of glitch? Inside of her home Kylie immediately took a shower. The scent of Karen was all over her, and she felt unclean. She didn’t like this feeling nor did she relish in the new dimension of self-doubt her afternoon had opened up. She vowed not to call Karen but she didn’t throw her phone number away. It took exactly four days to break that vow. Karen was in her studio painting; she had been in an artistic frenzy ever since She’d slept with Kylie. Although the woman was never far from her thoughts Karen was able to escape through her work. She hadn’t been surprised when Kylie didn’t call, she had been sad but not surprised. As she had all her life, Karen used the solitude of her art to escape. She was back to her old controlled self when the phone rang. She had just left her attic studio and come down for lunch. Or was it breakfast? Since she had painted all night pausing every now and then to nap and then painted well into the afternoon. She reached for the cordless phone cradling it with her cheek and shoulder as she continued toward the kitchen. “Hello.” Kylie almost dropped the phone hearing Karen’s low-pitched voice on the line. She had hesitated, reluctant to call. It had taken her five tries to dial the number and not hang up on the first ring. “Hello?” Karen was becoming a little annoyed. She hated when people called and took their time about saying anything. She was on the verge of hanging up when she heard Kylie’s voice. “Hello Karen this is Kylie sorry it took me so long to call I was just wondering if you’d meet me for lunch” Karen smiled as the words tumbled from the woman with no audible punctuation, and in a breathless rush. She wondered how long it had taken for Kylie to drum up the courage to call. Leaving the kitchen she went to the phone base and checked the caller id, she had called five times. There was no phone in the studio, but from the closeness of the calls Karen knew she had called and hung up probably on the first ring. All the calls had been made in the space of three minutes. Karen had a few misgivings about meeting the woman for lunch but she couldn’t resist the desire to simply be in her presence. “Where do you want to meet?” “The Savoy.” “Okay give me an hour and I’ll be there” Hanging up Kylie allowed herself a moment of relief before getting dressed. She wore a casual light blue dress, with a flared skirt and buttons all along the front. She chose to leave her legs bare and wore matching blue heels. The shoes were sexy in their simplicity, and the heel made her calves look especially good. She applied her makeup and brushed her hair into a loose ponytail. Looking in the mirror she knew she had dressed for a date, but she liked the way she looked and didn’t give it a second thought. Walking to the dresser she sprayed herself with her favorite scent before slipping her wedding and engagement rings from her fingers and placing them in her jewelry box. Walking from the house she tried not to tremble at the thought of Karen. She almost managed it. Karen walked into the restaurant seeing Kylie almost immediately. She took the remaining seat at the table for two and smiled. “How have you been?” Kylie looked into her hazel eyes, her heart was pounding and she put her hand on her stomach, unconsciously trying to steady the waves of sexual desire that rolled through her. Her voice was barely a whisper as she answered. “Confused.” Karen took her hand that rested on the tabletop and said, “Talk to me.” It hadn’t escaped her notice that Kylie’s hand was no conspicuously unadorned, nor had she failed to see that despite her makeup Kylie looked tired. As she looked into her brown eyes, she saw unshed tears and squeezed her had a little tighter. Kylie blinked rapidly to hide the tears in her eyes. What was wrong with her? For a few moments she didn’t speak, because she didn’t trust her voice. She was about to try and voice some of her feelings when the waited came over with menus. Before he left Karen ordered coffee and Kylie opted for tea. When he was gone Karen brushed the menus aside held Kylie’s gaze. “Talk to me Kylie; you need to talk to someone.” Kylie looked down and then back into the hazel eyes that hadn’t left her. “I don’t know who I am anymore.” “You’re Kylie. You chair the benefit for the arts foundation and probably countless other charities. You’re beautiful smart and sexy. You’re who you’ve always been” Kylie was surprised to be described as beautiful, smart and sexy. She hadn’t expected that. If her mind hadn’t been so full of other thoughts she would have been flattered. “I’m not the same person I was Five days ago.” “What do you mean?” “I mean, that I’m different.” “How so?” “I don’t know, I can’t explain.” Kylie blushed and Karen’s heart beat a little faster. “Do you know you blush when you have sex?” Kylie looked up startled. She had been blushing because she felt like a fool. Now she could feel herself blushing because just the mention of sex had her aroused. Karen rubbed the back Kylie’s hand with her thumb and her smile widened. Kylie licked her lips slowly and winked at Karen. She took things a step further undoing the top two buttons on her dress with her free hand. Just the simple act of flirting had them both wet. The sexual tension was palpable. The waiter retuned asking for their order, and for the second time the women decided to forgo lunch and leave after paying for the untouched beverages. The waiter had given them a funny look as Kylie had thrown a few bills on the table and they departed without a word. Karen’s Stomach rumbled in protest but she had an appetite for some thing that wasn’t on the menu. Kylie was in her car wondering how she had gotten herself into this. She had wanted to see Karen and talk to her but she had hoped they could at least get through a meal before rushing off to ravish one another. Truth be told she had almost fooled herself into thinking she could resist her attraction to Karen. She had known that wasn’t true, she just happened to be an excellent pretender. Kylie had pulled off lying to everyone else for years that she almost believed the untruths herself This time was different she had known from the moment she had slipped her wedding ring off that she would end up in Karen’s bed. Karen was in her car trying to rationalize the situation. She really hadn’t planned on sleeping with Kylie. After the last time she desperately wanted to be able to keep herself in check. Although they had only been together once Karen knew something about Kylie was different. She had never wanted someone so much, in fact her want almost bordered on need. It had been a long time since Karen had needed anyone. Kylie was as dangerous as a as a land mine yet she couldn’t stay away from her Pulling into Karen‘s driveway. Kylie followed her into the house, the door was barely shut before they were all over each other. Hands undid buttons and touched flesh while lips parted to explore. Karen had her fingers in Kylie while her lips teased her nipples. Kylie’s dress was completely unbuttoned and her bra pushed up to expose her breasts. She had been wearing underwear but Karen had literally torn them off and tossed them on the ground. Leaning against the door she moaned and thrust her hips forward as Karen fucked her. Kylie’s hand found it’s way beneath Karen’s yellow skirt and she was surprised to find that she wore no underwear. She slipped her fingers easily into Karen and matched her stroke for stroke. Within moments both women were spent. Karen leaned against Kylie breathing heavily. They removed their hands one from another and stood breathless. Karen clasped Kylie’s sex soaked had in her own, linking their fingers. Bringing their linked hands to her lips Karen began to taste their combined juices, Kylie followed suit letting her tongue run over her own hand as well as her lover’s. Their tongue touched sending a shock through Kylie. She dipped her head a little and kissed Karen’s lips sucking gently on her tongue. Breaking the kiss Karen led Kylie a short distance to the living room. Pushing her down on the butter soft leather of one of the many couches. Karen Straddled Kylie and kissed her. Kylie was glad she was sitting because the way Karen was kissing her was making her dizzy. Karen & Kylie Ch. 02 Karen slipped off of Kylie’s lap and knelt before her. She kissed Kylie’s smooth brown thighs, and leaned forward a bit giving her cunt an open mouthed kiss. Kylie gasped and Karen dipped her head a bit and pushed her tongue into her sweet smelling sex. Using her fingers to stroke Kylie’s clit Karen fucked the woman with her tongue. She felt her muscles clench and she knew Kylie was coming but she didn’t let up. Kylie didn’t know is she could take anymore she had come three times and now the sensations were almost painful. Karen kept it up never breaking her rhythm and after a few more moments Kylie pushed her away. “That’s enough” She was panting trying to catch her breath. Karen laughed wiping her face on the sleeve of her blouse. Before removing her clothes and dropping them in a heap on the ground. She was about to straddle Kylie’s lap but the other woman leaned forward and slipped her tongue between the spread lips of her pussy. Karen nearly lost her balance when Kylie licked her. “Oh God” was all she managed to say. Kylie was surprised as she reached up to steady Karen. She had barely touched her and Karen was already coming. She fastened her mouth on her clit sucking gently, The next orgasm was more intense than the first and Karen had to lean over and rest her hands on the back of the couch, or she would have surely collapsed She was moaning and trembling as her hips thrust forward. When she had calmed and caught her breath she spoke. Looking down at Kylie who was now sitting back on the couch. “Oh god, Oh my god.” Kylie wasn’t sure what to say so she just sat there. Karen leaned over kissing her on the lips and collapsing on her lap. When she broke the kiss she said it again. “Oh god.” “Why do you keep saying that?” “I’m just stunned. It’s never been like that before. Ever. Oh god “ Kylie smiled liking that a lot. She hadn’t been a virgin when she had gotten married but she hadn’t been a slut either. Still in her limited experience nobody had ever made her feel so very competent. Kylie linked her hands with Karen’s and for a while they sat in silence until her stomach rumbled. They decided to search the kitchen for a meal. While Karen ran upstairs to get bathrobes for them to put on Kylie stood at the stove making grilled cheese and warming a can of soup. Reentering the kitchen Karen thought of how nice it would be to come home to this very scene. In that moment you could have knocked her down with a feather. She had never once had any thoughts of settling down nor had she ever entertained the notion that she would play the role of home wrecker. She was standing there with the robes in her hand absolutely speechless. What the hell had she gotten herself into? Part Three is in the works. If you liked the story great tell me why. If you hated it fine to each his or her own still I'd like to know why . If you're in between ditto on the last two sentiments. 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