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A Study In Scarlett
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Part Two
Over the next six days, Alice was treated
to a vacation far beyond she could have ever
imaged. Scarlett showed her Los Angeles like
few tourists ever saw it.
They rode the new green and yellow
electric trolley back and forth across the city. The
two of them explored the Memorial Coliseum and
Grauman's Chinese Theater. Scarlett took her to
Universal Studios, Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, and
Paramount, where her family name seemed to
open all doors.
The Griffith Park Zoo was a delight and
when they went to dinner in Chinatown, Scarlett
took her to a restaurant where the owners led
them to their private dining room and treated them
like family. A courtesy Alice was certain they
extended to few other patrons.
The nights were even more marvelous. Be
it a concert at the Hollywood Bowl or a chance to
spend half the night peering through the lens at
Griffith Observatory. There were quiet nights as
well, building a fire on the beach and counting the
stars. Or actually sitting in front of the television
and watching an evening's programs, much to
Alice's delight and Scarlett's sufferance.
By the end of they week, they were almost
as close as the cousins they'd pretended to be on
the train. It was hard to tell which of them was
going to be sorrier to see it end.
"I think these two are my favorites," Alice
said as she held up two small black and white
photographs.
Scarlett looked over Alice's shoulder at
her choices. She agreed with her choices.
The first showed the two of them on a
small observation deck near the top of the new
City Hall. It was the tallest building in the city
and the view had been spectacular.
The second was an even better shot,
because it contained an element of the magic the
whole vacation seemed to be made of. It was a
picture of them in the hills outside of the city, with
the battered Hollywoodland sign spread out
behind them.
"Even this camera is amazing," Alice said
as she picked up the Polaroid Camera off the table
to look at it again. "Imagine being able to take a
photograph and have it develop right there and
then. No waiting a week or more for it to come
back from the drug store."
Well I told you my Grandmother loved all
the latest gadgets," Scarlett said. "They only
came out with those this year."
"It really is nice," Alice said. "I loved
using it."
"I know, that's why I got one for you to
take with you when you leave for Korea," the
redhead grinned.
"What?" a surprised Alice exclaimed.
"Scarlett, I can't take a gift like that. It's too
expensive. I saw in a magazine that these cost
almost a hundred dollars."
"Yes you can," Scarlett insisted as she
rested her hands on Alice's shoulders and gave her
a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "You've made this
week the most fun I've had since I was a little kid.
I'm really going to miss you."
"That's such a sweet thing to say," Alice
said in return as she gave Scarlett a friendly kiss of
her own. "I'll take it only if you let me cook you
dinner tonight. It's the only gift I can really afford
to give you."
"Seeing as my cooking skills aren't worth a
damn," Scarlett laughed, "I'll accept."
"It's nice to see that you're not perfect
after all," Alice replied with a grin. "After the last
week, I was beginning to wonder."
"Oh I'm far from perfect," Scarlett quickly
responded, a touch of sudden sadness in both her
tone and her eyes. "But I'd settle for just being
happy for a while."
"I hope I've made you happy for a while."
Alice said.
"That you have," Scarlett said in reply.
"Which is why I'm going to miss you so much."
"Well you're not going to have to miss me
for another day and a half. So in the meantime,
how bout you let me check out that pantry and see
what I can come up with for dinner."
Leaving the younger woman behind as she
headed for the kitchen, Alice didn't notice the
single tear running down Scarlett's cheek. If she
had, she might have wondered if it was a tear of
happiness or sadness. At that moment, not even
Scarlett was sure.
After only a few hours of sleep, Alice
found herself awake and staring at the ceiling of
her bedroom. Despite the long day, she found
herself fully awake. Dinner had been wonderful,
they had talked and laughed late into the night.
She lay there for a few minutes, listening
to the sound of the soft crash of the waves against
the sands beneath her window. Finally, Alice
decided she had to get up.
The tall brunette sat up in her bed,
dropping her feet over the side of the classic four
poster. Alice was wearing a full length sheer
black nightgown that she had been given at her
wedding shower two years before. Her sister
Donna had sent all the way to Hollywood for it so
that Alice might have something really sexy to
wear on her wedding night. A night that had never
come about.
Conventional mores stated that a girl was
supposed to go to her wedding bed a virgin. The
reality was that having the ring on her finger was
enough to open most girls' legs. Especially as was
the case with Alice and the groom to be, who was
nine years older and had seen military service
during the war. Few men like that came home
virgins and didn't want to wait until the wedding
night.
Alice wasn't too disappointed when she
lost her maidenhood in a wholly unsatisfying act.
Both her mother and older sister had warned her
previously that it would most likely happen like
that. Both of their husbands had deflowered them
in rushed, unfulfilling love making sessions. They
did, however, assure her that it would get better
with time.
By the second month of their intimacy
however, Alice had concluded that it wasn't ever
going to be any better than that first time. It
wasn't that her intended was a bad or even an
inconsiderate lover. Quite the contrary. Based on
what she heard from other women, Jack was a
most thoughtful and caring lover. And it wasn't as
if she wasn't trying as hard as she could either.
While in the Army, Jack had been introduced to
the delights of oral sex by a Parisian whore.
Unlike some of her more timid girlfriends, Alice
didn't consider fellatio or anything else that
brought someone you cared about pleasure an
unnatural act and willing engaged in it. Jack
enjoyed her efforts immensely, but it still left her
feeling as hollow and unfulfilled as intercourse
had.
Three weeks before the wedding, Alice
had abruptly announced she was breaking off the
engagement and joining the Army. She had
enrolled in a program that would send her to
nursing school in exchange for military service.
Neither her fiancee, nor her family, ever really got
an explanation for her sudden decision. The
twenty-four year old had just packed everything
she owned into two bags and left a week later.
Alice liked to wear the nightgown while on leave
since it didn't exactly fit into Army life.
Through the open window, Alice could
see the reflection of the full moon on the water,
but not the moon itself. No longer tired, she
decided to step outside to have a good look at it.
The house was as quiet as could be and
Alice measured her steps carefully as not to
disturb Scarlett. The two small guest bedrooms
they occupied were next to each other on the main
floor. Passing through the kitchen, Alice was
surprised to see small illuminations from out on
the patio deck. Moving closer to the sliding glass
door, Alice could see a half dozen lit candles
spread around the verandah.
Gently sliding open the door, Alice
stepped outside and could see a figure sitting near
the edge in one of the recliners. Without being
able to see her face, she knew it was Scarlett.
The redhead was wearing light magenta
colored pajamas, embroidered with flowers and
birds. Her rich red hair hung its full length,
stretched behind her chair. She was staring out
onto the horizon and as the taller woman moved
closer, Alice could see that all of the buttons of
the pajama top had been undone. It was also clear
that Scarlett had one hand beneath the waistband
of her bottoms.
Realizing that her younger hostess was
energetically engaged in what her mother had
described endless times as self-abuse, Alice told
herself that she should just quietly back up the
way she had come. She was too educated a
young woman to believe her mother's description
of the act she was witnessing. In fact, she really
hadn't believed it when she'd discovered the act
herself when she was thirteen. It was impossible
for her to believe that something that felt so good
could be bad.
Truth be told, the scene unfolding in front
of her fascinated Alice. The first time she had
ever watched a girl pleasure herself had been
when she shared a room with her sister, Donna.
She never really saw much, and definitely never
had the nerve to ask her about it. Still it always
enthralled her.
In the almost two years since she'd joined
the Army, Alice had the opportunity to see several
other women pleasure themselves as well. When
you shared quarters like they did, it was
impossible not to be aware of those late night acts.
The unwritten, unspoken rule was that even if it
was happening in the next bed, you turned a blind
eye to it. Alice sometimes wondered if it was the
same way with men. That had been one of the
reasons she was so anxious to read the Kinsey
Report.
Even more unspoken than the precept that
you ignored another woman touching herself in a
sexual way was the even more prohibited act of
having another woman do it for her. Back when
she was in nursing school, it had been rumored
that two of the students had been guilty of just
that. No one would actually talk about it, but
everyone seemed to know.
The two girls involved had just failed to
show up at morning assembly one day. No
announcement was made of their status, but the
word quickly got out that it was in your best
interest not to ask. The one result that Alice
remembered from the incident was that it was a
long time after that before she heard the quiet
sounds of self-pleasure from one of her
bunkmates.
Another memory quickly reasserted itself
as she watched Scarlett. The remembrance of the
warm tingling between Alice's legs that watching
and listening to those other young women had
always produced.
It was the doubts produced by those
feelings that had caused her to cancel her
engagement at the last moment. The lack of those
feelings in encounters with her boyfriend had sent
Alice on her journey of discovery, without even
knowing what it was that she was searching for.
She just knew she wasn't going to find it in Ethan
Falls or as Mrs. Jack Fisher.
"I hope you're not too shocked."
Alice's head snapped back at the sound of
Scarlett's voice. It took her a moment to realize
that the younger girl had been aware of her
presence all along.
Scarlett turned to face her, the folds of her
pajama top opening even more, giving Alice a
clear view of her candle illuminated breasts. The
sight sent a strong flush through the older girl. As
a nurse, she had seen countless naked breasts, but
none in such a sexual setting.
"Are you shocked?" Scarlett asked again.
"Was I supposed to be?" Alice asked in
turn.
"I was hoping you wouldn't be," Scarlett
said. "I was hoping that instead you might be ..."
Scarlett didn't finish. Instead, Alice
watched as the look of self confidence that she
had associated with her new friend faded from her
face. The expression that replaced it was that of a
frightened young woman.
"Oh God, what am I doing?" she asked
herself aloud as a tear formed in the corner of her
eye. "I can't believed I really thought this might
happen."
"That what might happen?" Alice asked as
she tried to control the beat of her racing heart.
"When I saw you come out here," she
stammered, the tears becoming more visible. "I
somehow thought that you could sense what I
wanted. What I've been dreaming about since I
met you. Somehow, I thought ... I mean I felt ...
oh I don't know how to describe it. That you felt
the same things that I was feeling."
The now crying young woman pulled the
top of her pajamas closed as she bent her head
down in embarrassment.
"How could I even think such a thing," she
went on. "How could I have gotten it so wrong."
Scarlett hadn't noticed that Alice was now
kneeling next to her chair. Or that the brunette
was gently stroking her long red hair, brushing the
strands away from her tear stained face.
"Scarlett," she whispered as she wiped
away a tear with her finger.
The brief touch of flesh against flesh finally
alerted Scarlett to the older woman's presence.
"Scarlett," Alice repeated. "You weren't
wrong."
"What ... ?" Scarlett asked as she stopped
her tears and looked up into the face of her friend.
"I don't know how you would describe it
either," Alice whispered. "But all those things
you thought I might be feeling as well, I do feel
them. I know that women aren't supposed to feel
such things for each other, or so we're told, but
some of us do. Somehow I think we were able to
see that in each other."
"I've never tried to do anything like this
before," Scarlett admitted.
"Neither have I," Alice said. "But if I'm
going to explore those feelings that have been
inside of me, I've always hoped I'd have someone
like you to explore them with."
"Oh Alice, I was so afraid that you'd think
I was some kind of ..." Scarlett confessed.
"Never," Alice smiled, no longer wanting
to contain the thumping within her breast.
As if to reinforce her statement, Alice
leaned over and pressed her lips against Scarlett's.
The warmth she found there spread to her very
soul. A second kiss followed, this time initiated
by Scarlett. Alice responded with all the fires
within her, sliding her hand beneath the folds of
Scarlett's pajama top to gently cup her ample
breast.
"Oh Alice," Scarlett gasped as she felt the
strength of her hand pressed against her mound.
Alice then took Scarlett's hand and pressed
it against the softness of her own lace covered
bosom. An action that brought an even brighter
light to Scarlett's emerald eyes.
(missing parts may be found at)
Ann Douglas Web Page
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