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Hunter's Moon (Part Two)
Over the next few days, Evelyn and Diane discovered a
growing friendship. They took their lunches together
(soup and sandwiches at a quaint place nearby, or the
occasional fast-food burger), discussed the goings-on
in the small town (did the mayor really have a
mistress?), and explored where their tastes met or
diverged (Evelyn liked Hemingway, Diane preferred
Steinbeck).
Of course, the talk did get around to relationships.
Over cream of tomato, Diane asked, "So, have you been
dating anyone?"
Evelyn chewed her chicken sandwich slowly, then
swallowed. "Oh, there are a few, here and there. No
one steady."
Diane asked, "What are the men like around here?"
Evelyn said, "Well, you've got the paper mill. Most
of the men there marry early. Those that aren't are
usually drunk. And you have the university over in
Concord. I've dated a few assistant professors. And
fended off some roving hands at a few parties. Some
of the older men seem to think their marriage is just
a minor issue, like hair color."
Diane nodded. "I know the type. Adultery is
practically coursework over at Berkeley."
Evelyn took a sip of tea. "Anyway, I guess I'm just
waiting for the right man. I'm not exactly the most
exciting woman you can find. I'm quiet, I don't like
parties all that much, and my passions tend towards
old books and vintage movies."
Diane looked at Evelyn. "Don't sell yourself short,
dear. You're beautiful, and you have a keen mind."
Evelyn blushed, and lowered her eyes. The casual
compliment had touched her.
"Well...thanks, you're awfully sweet. But look at you!
You're fantastic. Your eyes, your skin, not to mention
your body... well, you've got a mirror. Haven't any of
the local boys launched themselves at you yet?"
Diane brushed back a lock of black hair. She said,
diffidently, "I guess I'm not quite ready. There's
always time to date. Now friends...friends are
special." Diane stole an unguarded glance at Evelyn.
Evelyn impulsively reached out and squeezed Diane's
hand. "Indeed," she said.
That weekend, Evelyn invited Diane over to her house
to spend the afternoon. They planned to do a bit of
antique browsing and hit a garage sale or two. Evelyn
anticipated a pleasant day.
Saturday dawned clear and cool, but the weather
forecast called for increasing cloudiness that
afternoon, with an increasing chance of rain. Evelyn
frowned a little as she watched the morning news in
the compact living room of her bungalow, but she
decided that the rain wouldn't really spoil things
that much. She busied herself with laundry and
straightening the house while waiting for Diane to
show.
Just at one o' clock, she heard a car door slam
outside, then quick steps echoed outside the front
door. A brisk three knocks sounded. Evelyn answered
the door.
Diane stood there dressed in tailored jeans and a
long-sleeved red pullover shirt. A couple of buttons
were undone at her neck. The beginnings of a slice of
cleavage peeked through. Her hand held the neck of a
jacket slung across her back. She smiled at Evelyn.
Evelyn smiled back. "Come on in, Di. You ready to go
spend a few dollars?"
Diane came in the house, took a swift glance around.
"More than ready, babe. Say, this is a sweet little
place."
Evelyn looked around. She was clothed in brown
corduroy slacks that fit snugly along her pleasantly
firm rear end. She had on a deep blue button front
blouse that was tucked neatly into the pants.
"The operative word is indeed `little'. A bit over a
thousand square feet, but it suits me."
Diane sat herself down on an overstuffed armchair. "I
like little. It makes me feel all cozy and warm. You
have it decorated really nicely. I love the Degas
prints."
"French impressionists. I've always had a weakness
for them."
"Well, maybe we'll find an original Renoir to go with
them today."
Evelyn laughed. "My fondest dream." She gathered her
car keys from the coffee table. "Shall we?"
Diane rose from the chair. "Let's do it."
As Evelyn locked the door, she indicated the two-year
old Celica resting by Diane's Accord. "I ought to
drive. I know a couple of nice places on the other
side of the river."
Diane said, "By all means."
They got in the car and eased down the driveway. Soon
they were out of sight.
Several hours later, and about a hundred dollars
poorer, the car reappeared. The women chatted amiably
about the day. Evelyn pulled in the driveway, and
they got out. The trunk was opened, and they removed
several bags from the car.
"Diane, do you want to stay for supper? I've got some
stew that's been in a crock-pot most of the day. It
should be just about perfect."
Diane paused by her car, with two large bags dangling
from her hands. She looked at the sky. It was late
afternoon, and there was a chill in the air. Low dark
clouds were coming in.
The rumble in her stomach settled it. "Sold. I just
realized I'm starving." She came back with the bags,
and both women went into the small house.
Diane placed her bags along one wall in the living
room while Evelyn went into the old-fashioned kitchen
to check the stew. Diane came into the kitchen while
Evelyn was testing the stew. She looked up and
offered the wooden spoon to the dark-haired woman.
Diane leaned forward and smelled the savory mixture.
She tasted it.
"Marvelous!"
"I think it'll do," Evelyn said. "I'm going to stick
this french loaf in the oven. In about twenty minutes
it should be nice and brown. Think you'll hold out
until then?"
Diane nodded. "Say, I saw that park over there. I
know we've been on our feet all day, but I could use
some steady walking to work the kinks out. How about
it?"
Evelyn said, "Sure. Let me get my jacket."
Shortly the two women were ambling briskly in the late
afternoon breeze. The sky was almost completely
overcast. The smell of rain was in the air. They
walked in companionable silence along the nicely
manicured park.
"Say, what's that over there?" Diane asked, pointing.
There was a dark object about thirty feet away. They
walked up to it.
"It's a football. Some kids must have left it here."
Diane picked it up. "You know, I had some brothers
who ate, breathed and drank this stuff. I picked it
up a little." She grinned at Evelyn. "Go long."
"What?"
Diane drew her arm back. "Go out there. I'm going to
throw you a pass."
Evelyn laughed. "All right." She trotted out away
from Diane, as the dark-haired beauty let fly with a
perfect arcing throw. It landed on the ground about
twenty feet from Evelyn. She ran to the ball and
picked it up.
"Well, you've got the ball. Run with it!" Evelyn
yelled.
"Where?"
"Down here! You have to get past me." She indicated
two trees on either side. "This is the goal line.
Try to make a touchdown."
Evelyn tucked the football under her arm and headed
towards Diane. She gathered speed as she saw Diane
angling towards her, arms extended.
Evelyn broke to her right. Diane shifted course
rapidly.
The impact was jarring. Diane launched herself at
Evelyn, her arms going around Evelyn's waist. The two
women found themselves falling to the ground. Evelyn
hit the ground on her back, the ball flying out of her
fingers. She felt Diane's body slam roughly on top of
hers, Diane's breasts sliding along her midsection to
hit her own, and Diane's leg fell between hers. There
was the rough collision of thigh and crotch, and
Evelyn whooped with surprise. She flashed on the
moment earlier in the library when Diane squeezed her
body past Evelyn's. A moment of frankly sexual heat.
Then Diane was scrambling to her feet. She grabbed
the football and laughed. "I've got it! I've got
it!" She started to run in the opposite direction.
Evelyn was instantly competitive. She didn't know
where the feeling came from, but she knew that the
game was on. She got to her feet and started running
after Diane.
Moments later, she was just a few feet behind the
raven-haired woman. They were both breathing hard and
laughing. Evelyn threw herself forward, got her arms
around Diane's legs. Diane fell forward, but still
hung on to the ball.
Evelyn moved forward on her hands and knees and
grabbed Diane's shoulders. She got enough leverage to
turn Diane around and reached for the ball. She wound
up straddling Diane, her thighs around Diane's
midsection, gripping tightly. Diane slammed her hips
up and down, trying to buck the brown-haired woman
off. Evelyn's breasts bounced around underneath her
blouse.
Finally, the ball was worked loose, and Evelyn grabbed
it and ran back the way she came. Now it was Diane's
turn to give chase.
For the next fifteen minutes, the two women played
their game as earnestly as any two teenagers might
have done. Their hair got mussed and they rapidly got
several grass stains on the pants and shirts. They
laughed and giggled as they tackled one another.
Beneath the surface joy of the athletic competition,
Evelyn was half-aware of the sensuous weight and heft
of Diane's body. Their breasts met in conflict during
most of their tumbling around, and her entire body was
often entwined and pressed against hers. In the heat
of the moment, she found herself tackling and being
tackled for the body contact. She wanted their
breasts to meet and bend. She wanted their crotches
to fall together, to rub and grind.
In the midst of their rough football game, they found
themselves straining for the ball, their arms and legs
moving in coarse rhythm. They were panting and
sweating.
Evelyn felt a drop of rain on the back of her neck.
Then another. She stopped moving, and rolled over,
staring at the sky.
The rain started to fall harder. As if coming out of
a dream, the two amateur gridiron heroes rose to their
feet. They steadied each other with their arms. The
football was dropped and forgotten.
Diane shook her head. Drops of rain flew from her
hair. "Well, THAT was refreshing. I think I worked
up an appetite."
Evelyn said softly, "So did I." She shook herself.
What had she been feeling? What was going on? She
couldn't quite say. Strange, she thought. Very
strange.
Through the now-pouring rain, the erstwhile warriors
found their way back to Evelyn's house.
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