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A Lucky Charm

   by Ann Douglas

   "Excuse me," the tall redhead in the light green leisure suit and
matching skirt said as she stepped up to the small desk just inside the
restaurant entrance.

   "May I help you?" the hostess asked with a smile as she looked up from
her seating chart.

   "My name is Gabrielle Adams, I'm meeting Julia Logan for lunch," the
thirty-seven year old replied with an equally warm smile.  "Has she arrived
yet?"

   "Oh yes, Mrs.  Logan arrived just a few minutes ago," the younger
hostess said as she stepped around the small podium.  "If you'll follow me,
I'll take you to her table."

   Gabrielle followed the hostess through the small restaurant out onto the
esplanade overlooking the East River.  There, sitting at the next to last
table was a thirty-nine year old blond.

   "Gabrielle," Julia called out as she spotted her friend.  She rose from
her chair as Gabrielle approached and kissed her on the cheek.  "I'm so
glad you where able to make it.  It's been much too long."

   Gabrielle took the empty chair on the other side of the table,
responding to the hostess's question if she would like something to drink
by ordering a Pina Colada.

   The hostess returned to her station, leaving a second menu on the table
and saying she would send someone back with Gabrielle's drink.

   "So how are you really?" Julia asked as the two friends were left alone.
"It's been so long since you've even come into the city."

   It had actually been seven months since Gabrielle had come into New York
City from her home in the suburban town of Point Royal.  A month prior to
her last visit, her marriage had ended in divorce.

   "I'm doing fine," Gabrielle said.  "Things are going fine."

   "I'm so glad to hear that," Julia replied.  "Roger and I have been ever
so worried about you.  We've heard from Timothy of course, but barely a
word from you in such a long time."

   Julia Logan had been the Maid of Honor at Gabrielle's wedding.  Her
husband, Roger, had been Tim's best man.

   "Well, I've been busy I guess," Gabrielle said, "but I'm ready to get on
with my life again."

   "That is so good to hear," Julia said as a young man in white showed up
with Gabrielle's drink.  "You're going to love this place," she added,
changing the subject.  "Madge Dawson told me the cuisine here is to die
for."

   Gabrielle thanked the boy who couldn't have been more than twenty and
took a refreshing taste of the Pina Colada.  As the waiter turned and
headed back toward the bar, both women paused to watch him.

   "Mmmm, speaking of things good enough to eat," Julia said, swirling her
tongue across her lips for a brief moment.

   "Julia, that's terrible," Gabrielle said in mock horror.

   "Oh pooh," the older blond said back.  "You can't tell me that you
weren't thinking the same thing.  I've known you way to long to think
you've been living the life of a vestal virgin out there on the Island
since you and Tim broke up."

   "You make it sound like I've been holding weekend orgies," Gabrielle
laughed.

   "Well have you?" Julia asked, mirroring Gabrielle's horror with her own
mock sincerity.

   "Hardly," her friend laughed in reply, "but I'll admit that I've hardly
been living a monastic life."

   "Good, I was hoping it wouldn't take me too long to get you to the good
stuff," Julia gleamed, "I want to hear all about it."

   "There isn't really that much to tell," Gabrielle replied as she picked
up the menu and scanned the day's specials.  "I've been on a few dates but
nothing special."

   Gabrielle's answer was true enough but lacking the specifics that Julia
normally thrived on.  She had indeed dated a few men in her town now that
she was once more available.  In fact, she had even gone to bed with two of
them.

   Then, after she had slept with the second of them, a strange thing
happened.  At least strange to her.  Gabrielle was still an attractive
woman, a fact she was well aware of.  Yet she found it surprising that the
number of men showing an interest in her suddenly tripled.

   It wasn't hard to learn that one, or perhaps both of her bed partners
had spread the word that the newly available divorcee had a hair trigger
libido.  A rumor based in fact that had led to a list of men who wanted
nothing more than to find out just how hair trigger it was.

   Not wanting to be quickly labeled the town whore, something she had seen
happen to others, Gabrielle had taken a step back to let the interest die
down.  Still, the desires within her remained.

   If it was one thing Gabrielle had learned from her late marriage, it was
that one should keep any indiscretions far from home.  It was a lesson her
husband had failed to learn.

   A month ago, Gabrielle had gone up to New England with her daughter to
visit the college Janice would be starting at in the fall.  While there,
Janice had run into some friends from her high school and elected to head
back home with them instead of her mother.  Remembering what it was like to
be that age, Gabrielle had agreed.

   As she was leaving the school, Gabrielle had impulsively given a lift to
a young graduate student heading home after finishing his exams.  The
normal five-hour drive turned into an overnight trip with her sharing both
a room and her body with him.  She remembered it as a night far more
memorable that those spent with anyone from Point Royal.



   "Gabrielle?"

   "What ..." Gabrielle said.

   "You looked like you were somewhere else for a moment," Julia said.

   "Just remembering something, that's all." Gabrielle replied.

   "Must've been something pretty nice from the look on your face," Julia
said inquisitively, hoping that her friend might elaborate on the subject.

   Before Julia could get anything more out of her lunch guest, they were
joined at the table by a third woman.  The waitress who'd come over to take
their order was in her mid-twenties with long jet black hair tied in a
ponytail down her back and a rich olive Mediterranean complexion.  She wore
a simple black and white uniform, the blouse of which seemed to strain to
stay closed against an impressive chest.

   "Have you ladies decided what you'd like to order?" the girl whose
nametag identified her as Callista asked as she held her pencil over a
small pad.

   Julia And Gabrielle picked up their menus and gave their orders.  Julia
really didn't give the young woman a second glance, but Gabrielle had
become totally fixed on Callista.  Or more specifically, on a bright charm
that caught the redhead's eye.

   A half-inch in length and gold plated if not gold itself, the charm
consisted of an interlocked double female symbol.  Attached to a rope
chain, it hung in the valley between Callista's large breasts.



   Since she had begun to explore her new sexual freedom after almost
twenty years of marriage, Gabrielle had developed no small fascination with
both alternate lifestyles and sexual adventures.  So far, having spent the
night with a man almost young enough to be her son had been the most daring
of her erotic adventures.

   That fascination had extended to lesbianism and bisexuality, two
subjects which were barely discussed the last time she was single.  So far,
her interests in the topics hadn't extended beyond the theoretical.  Not
including of course, her active imagination.  An imagination that Gabrielle
was sure at that moment, had just found a new subject.



   After their entrees were delivered, the two friend's conversation
returned to other topics.  By they time they finished, Gabrielle was glad
she'd come into the city to have lunch.  It had been too long since she'd
had a chance to sit down and enjoy herself with an old friend.

   "I have to excuse myself for a moment," Julia said as she pulled a small
package from her purse and rose from her chair.

   "You go ahead, I'm fine," Gabrielle said as she returned to her meal.

   The redhead had just finished the last of her lunch when she realized
that someone was standing by her shoulder.  Turning her head to the right,
Gabrielle found herself once more looking right at Callista's gold pendant
and the soft flesh that surrounded it.

   "Can I get you anything else?" Callista asked.

   "No, I think we're just about done." Gabrielle said as she realized she
was staring and quickly averted her eyes.

   "Don't worry sugar," Callista said in a low voice that no one else could
hear as she leaned over and placed a small tray with the check on the
table, "I don't mind a pretty woman taking a good look."

   "I err ..." Gabrielle said in an equally low embarrassed tone as she
placed her charge card on the tray.  "I was just curious about your
necklace.  It's very striking."

   "Yeah," Callista said as she picked the tray back up.  "A lot of people
think my necklace is pretty striking."



   Julia returned to the table, passing Callista as she did.  Sitting down,
she realized Gabrielle had paid the check.

   "I thought I was the one who invited you to lunch?" Julia said.

   "You can get it next time," Gabrielle replied as she spotted Callista
coming back with the receipt for her signature.

   As Gabrielle signed the receipt, this time making sure that she kept her
eyes in check, she noticed an extra piece of paper under the bill.  Folding
it in half without looking at it, she pressed it under her charge card and
slid both into her purse.

   "I hope you'll both visit us again," Callista said as she picked up her
copy of the paperwork.

   "Oh I'm sure we will," Julia said as she gathered her things.  "The food
was really excellent."

   "Yes it was," Gabrielle agreed as she also rose from her chair.

   As she did, Callista stood in front of both of them for a long moment,
blocking their exit.  The way she stood, Gabrielle had one long last look
down the waitress's blouse.  It might've been her imagination, but
Gabrielle was sure there hadn't been so many buttons open a few minutes
ago. Then just as quickly, she stepped out of their way and they exited the
restaurant.



   "Well I have to meet Roger at three," Julia said as they walked down the
street, "but I still have time to share a cab with you down to Penn
Station."

   "Actually," Gabrielle said, "since it has been so long since I've been
in the city, I was thinking that I might do some shopping before I go
home."

   "Sounds like fun," Julia said.  "I wish I could join you."

   "Next time," her friend suggested.

   "As long as next time isn't another seven months," Julia insisted as she
flagged down a taxi.

   "It won't be, I promise," Gabrielle promised as she hugged Julia
good-bye.



   Gabrielle waited until Julia's cab disappeared in the traffic before
reaching into her purse and taking out the note she had hidden there. 
Feeling as if every passerby was watching her, she unfolded it and read the
hasty scribble.

   "If you are really curious about my charms," the note read, "I finish up
at four-thirty.  Maybe we can have a drink and discuss it."

   The note also had what Gabrielle took to be a cell phone number.

   The thirty-seven year old had to laugh.  Imagine, getting propositioned
by a woman that had to be ten years younger than her at the least.  It had
to be a joke.  Then again, that young man up at the college had been even
younger than Callista and he certainly didn't think it was a joke.

   Gabrielle thought about it a few minutes more then made what she was
sure was the right decision.  Crumpling the note into a ball, she tossed it
into the nearest trash can.

   "Some things, I guess," she told herself, "might be better off staying
as fantasies."

   Leaving her chance for adventure behind, Gabrielle headed down Second
Avenue to check out a few of her favorite stores.  As she shopped, the idea
began to slip further and further from her mind as she found herself
wrapped in the latest in summer wear.

   "Thank you very much," the older man said as he handed Gabrielle back
her credit card and the two boxes that contained the new dresses she had
just bought.  "and do have a good evening."

   The statement made the redhead realize she had shopped the last of the
afternoon away.  Checking her watch, she saw that it was already quarter of
five.  Heading to Penn Station now was going to put her into the middle of
rush hour.

   Putting her wallet back in her purse, Gabrielle took out her cell phone
to call home and leave a message for her daughter that she'd be home later
than she originally thought.  She was about to put her phone away when she
inexplicably found herself trying to remember the phone number that was on
the note.

   Wondering if it was even a real number, she began to dial out of
curiosity.  The phone rang a few times and Gabrielle was just about to
disconnect when a voice came online.

   "Hello?" the woman said.

   Gabrielle's first instinct was to hand up and her finger was already
reaching for the red end button.  It never reached it as she found herself
saying hello instead.

   "Callista?" Gabrielle asked.

   "Speaking," the voice on the other end said.  "Who's this?"

   "Gabrielle," the redhead said as she realized that she couldn't remember
actually giving the younger woman her name.  "I'm the woman who was at your
table this afternoon that you left a note with and ..."

   "Where are you?" Callista interrupted.

   Looking up at the street signs above her, Gabrielle read off her
location.  She did so in an automatic response to the question without
thinking about it.

   "Wait there, I'll meet you in five minutes," the dark haired girl said
as she cut off the call before Gabrielle could say otherwise.

   "What do I do now?" Gabrielle asked herself, wondering if grabbing a cab
and heading for the train station might be the best thing she could do.



   It turned out to be closer to three minutes when Gabrielle saw the dark
haired woman heading down the street toward her.  Callista had changed from
her uniform to a short sleeve yellow pullover and dark jeans.  Her ponytail
was now undone and her hair hung free across her shoulders.

   "Hi there," Callista said as she stepped up to Gabrielle.

   "Hello," Gabrielle replied, the touch of nervousness evident in her
voice.

   "I was surprised you called," the younger woman said.  "When four-thirty
came and went I thought that was it."

   "I think I was a little surprised myself," Gabrielle said, not being
able to think what else to answer.

   "Another few minutes and I would've been out the door," Callista said.
"You're not going to believe this but I only live a block and a half from
here."

   "Oh, if you were going out I wouldn't want to keep you," Gabrielle
quickly said, seeing a quick out.

   "Not at all," Callista replied.  "I was just going to do a little
shopping.  It looks like you were doing more than a little of that
yourself." she added as she took note of the boxes at Gabrielle's feet.

   "A little," the older woman said, still trying to think of what to say.

   If you still want to have that drink, we can go to Demarco's just up the
block," Callista said.  "It's not a lez bar or anything like that if you're
worried about it."

   "That hadn't even entered my mind," Gabrielle said, wondering if it
should've.  "But now that you mention it, I think I really could use a
drink."

   Callista's response was a broad wide smile.



   It was still early and they had no trouble getting a small table in the
back of the bar.  This time, Gabrielle ordered a drink a lot stronger that
the one she'd had with lunch.  She surprised even herself when she quickly
downed it and ordered another.

   "I've never done anything like this before," Gabrielle said as she took
a much smaller sip of her second drink.

   "You've never had drinks in a bar before?" Callista asked, a smile on
her face.

   "No, I've never been picked up by a woman before," the redhead
corrected.

   "Oh, is that what I'm doing?" the brunette asked innocently.  "And here
I thought we were just having a few drinks and discussing our taste in
jewelry."

   "Oh, I thought ..." Gabrielle started to say, then realized that
Callista wasn't serious.

   "Maybe we should just lay our cards on the table," Callista said.  "I
thought you were really cute this afternoon and felt that maybe something
passed between us.  Normally I don't go around trying to pick strange women
up, but I had the feeling that you might've felt it too and we might have a
little fun together.  I'll be honest and admit that women like you turn me
on.  So I left you my number.  If I was wrong then I apologize.  We'll just
call it a big misunderstanding and leave it at that."

   Gabrielle took a deep breath and then a good swallow of her drink before
responding.  Her answer surprised even herself.

   "You weren't wrong," she said.  "I was staring at your breasts and
thinking dirty thoughts."

   "I know," Callista smiled knowingly.

   "It feels good to finally say that," Gabrielle admitted.

   "Then shall we go?" Callista asked.

   "Go where?" Gabrielle asked.

   "My apartment, silly," Callista said as she got up from her seat. 
"Unless you'd like to try and do it right here in the ladies room?"

   "I don't even know your name," Gabrielle said as she also stood up.

   "Callista Theodoropulas," the younger woman replied.

   "That's certainly a mouthful," Gabrielle remarked.

   "My name isn't the only thing that's a mouthful," the olive skinned
woman laughed softly as she turned and headed for the entrance to the bar.

   Gabrielle paused for a brief moment more, then followed the long haired
woman out.  Part of her, the rational, logical part, told her that she
wasn't thinking clearly.  That she should back off and take the time to
carefully consider what she was doing.  Then another part of her exerted
itself, echoing the same words she had used when she had gone to bed with
that grad student.  "Fuck it, you only live once."

   Callista's home was only a block away, the front apartment of a
four-story walk-up.  Moderately furnished, it was a single room studio with
a small bathroom.  It only took a few moments for Gabrielle to take it all
in as Callista closed the door behind them.

   "You have a lovely apartment," Gabrielle said as she stepped inside.

   "Thanks," Callista replied as she motioned for her guest to have a seat
on the couch.  "It's small but it's home."

   Callista walked over to the small kitchenette and opened the
refrigerator door, asking as she did, "Can I get you a beer?"

   "A beer would be fine," Gabrielle said, all too aware she had passed her
normal alcoholic intake for a day some time ago.

   As Callista took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator, Gabrielle
noticed a photograph on the small table behind the couch.  The picture
showed Callista and a blond haired girl about the same age in Central Park,
their arms over each other's shoulders.

   "That's me and my roommate, Lana," Callista answered in reply to
Gabrielle's unasked question, holding out one of the beers as she did. 
"She's doesn't get home from work until about eight."

   "Oh," Gabrielle simply said as she took a long pull on the bottle of
cold beer.  "A roommate in an apartment as small as this could also be a
lover, but that wasn't a subject Gabrielle wanted to consider at the
moment."

   Callisita took a long drink of her own before setting herself down on
the couch next to Gabrielle.  A second drink followed before she put the
bottle down next to Lana's photograph.

   "Why don't you take off your jacket and get comfortable?" she said as
she reached over to help Gabrielle take it off.

   Once the light green jacket had been set aside, Callista reached across
Gabrielle's chest and cupped her left breast through the white blouse that
had been beneath it.  The redhead's mounds were only half the size of the
dark haired woman's but were impressive never the less.

   "Do you mind if I kiss you?" Callista asked.

   "I was hoping you would," Gabrielle replied, suddenly feeling more
nervous than she had the night back in high school when she'd lost her
virginity.

   Callista's first kiss was soft, almost like that you would give a
sister. The ones that followed became harder and more intimate, as their
mouths opened and their tongues began to interplay.

   As they continued to kiss a few more times, Callista took Gabrielle's
hand and placed it on her own large breast.  Even through the twin layers
of cloth around them, Gabrielle could feel the hardness of the young
woman's nipples.

   Breaking the kiss, Callista reached over and began to unbutton
Gabrielle's blouse, starting at the top and quickly reaching bottom. 
Pulling aside the folds of her shirt, she exposed the plain white bra
beneath it.

   Feeling Gabrielle's nervousness, Callista leaned over and whispered into
her ear to just lay back and relax.  Then she eased the older woman onto
the length of the couch.

   Climbing on top into a position in which she could straddle the taller
woman, Callista leaned down and ran her hands up and down Gabrielle's body,
tickling the exposed flesh as she went.  Her hands converged at Gabrielle's
breasts and she squeezed both softly.

   "Ooooooo," Gabrielle moaned loudly as she felt her hard nipples being
gently massaged through her bra.

   Callista leaned down and planted yet another soft kiss on Gabrielle's
lips.  One that the prone woman was all to eager to respond to as she
reached up and pulled her closer.

   Gabrielle watched intently as Callista brought herself back up and,
grabbing the bottom of her pullover, lifted it up and over her head.  The
red lace bra beneath it barely contained the large olive mounds it was
wrapped around, the wide areolas of which were clearly visible.

   Callista's hands moved to the small front clasp of her bra and slid it
open, letting the thin material fall away on its own.  Nimble fingers
massaged her flesh, her thick nipples visible between them.

   Watching the anticipation in Gabrielle's green eyes, Callista again
leaned down, this time bringing her now bared breasts to just above her
guest's mouth.  Callista's fingers took gentle hold of the underside of
Gabrielle's chin, lifting it and she brought her mounds even closer.

   Gabrielle took the invitation as she reached out with her tongue and
caressed the tip of her nipple.  Then as it came closer, her lips closed
around its entirety.

   It was now Callista's turn to moan as Gabrielle sucked first one breast,
then the other.  The excitement of her first time making up for a lack of
experience.

   "Oh baby, that is nice," Callista cooed as she enjoyed the neophyte's
wet touch.

   She continued to enjoy Gabrielle's oral attentions for a while longer,
then withdrew her ambrosia.  Moving the redhead back up into a sitting
position, Callista slid her blouse off totally.

   As soon as the last of its sleeves rolled off her arms, Callista reached
for the clasp of Gabrielle's bra and undid that as well.  Just as easily,
the straps of which glided down her arms as well.  Her smaller mounds
didn't stand exposed for long as Callista cupped them from behind and drew
their bodies close once more.  Her fingers stroked the pale white skin as
she kissed her way along the back of Gabrielle's neck, tilting her head so
that she could finish once more at her lips.

   "Are you glad you called?" Callista asked as she kissed Gabrielle's ear.

   "Absolutely," Gabrielle replied in a breathless whisper.

   "Well just enjoy it," Callista responded with a grin as she stood and
guided Gabrielle to her feet as well, "because it only gets better."

   It only took a few seconds for Callista to undo the clasp and zipper of
Gabrielle's skirt, dropping it to the ground.  The tall redhead followed
her lead and did the same for the other woman's jeans.  Shoes and stockings
followed and in no time at all, both wore only their panties.

   Callista again hugged Gabrielle from behind, then dropped down to her
knees, taking hold of the waistband of the plain white underwear as she
did. They too disappeared as olive hued hands ran across the soft cheeks of
Gabrielle's ass.

   Supple flesh that was also soon covered with soft kisses and gentle
bites as Callista applied a gentle pressure that guided Gabrielle into a
kneeling position with her knees on the cushions of the couch and the rest
of her spread over the back.  Gabrielle no longer even noticed the picture
of Callista and her roommate.

   "Oh God!" Gabrielle gasped as she felt Callista part the cheeks of her
ass and explore the depths between them with her finger and tongue.

   Again and again, the dark haired woman's agile tongue found its way to
Gabrielle's most sensitive spots.  Each touch sent an electric spark
rushing through the redhead's stretched out form.

   "Harder," Gabrielle gasped, "Oh please go harder," she added as she
tried and failed to find a memory of having her pussy licked this good
before.

   "Harder, huh?" Callista asked as she temporarily withdrew from her task,
clearly pleased with the results of her actions.  "Well then I guess we'll
just have to find a better position so we can do just that."

   Following the more experienced woman's instructions, Gabrielle
repositioned herself on the couch so that she was now sitting in a normal
manner with her legs spread wide.  Kneeling in front of her, Callista
gently brushed the thick tangle of red hair in the center of the older
woman's legs, then slid first one then two fingers deep inside of her.

   "Oh yes!" Gabrielle called out in a loud voice, following her
exclamation with an equally loud series of joyful moans.

   Spurred on by the excited cries, it didn't take long for Callista to
replace her fingers with her tongue.  Not only did she repeat her success
of a few minutes before, the young woman quickly exceeded them as well.

   "I'm going to come," Gabrielle called out a short time later, amazed
that she could ever be in a position in which she would make a statement
like that to another woman.

   And come she did as Callista, who had her own first experience with
another woman when she was sixteen, used all the experience she had gained
in the years since to drive Gabrielle over the edge.  It was a moment that
the no longer sapphic virgin would remember for years to come.

   Her body quaked and her heart raced as Gabrielle enjoyed her first
orgasm with another woman.  It was all she had imagined it might be and
more.

   Gabrielle finally caught her breath as Callista rose from the floor and
kissed her with all the passion of her just ended orgasm.  Both reached out
with extended tongues as Gabrielle tasted the fruits of her climax in the
Callista's mouth.

   "Your turn, lover," Callista purred as she broke their embrace.

   Gabrielle couldn't contain her excitement as she and Callista reversed
the positions they had just held.  From her position on the floor, the
thirty-seven year old pulled off the red lace panties that covered her
prize with enthusiasm, exposing a carefully shaved pussy.

   "Oh my," the redhead said as she softly ran her fingers across the baby
smooth skin around Callista's pussy.

   Fueled by desire, Gabrielle shed the last of her inhibitions and pressed
deep into her young lover's sex with all the passion of a recent convert.
Her first taste of another woman filled her as Callista's body quickly
responded to her attentions.

   "Oh yeah, baby, right there," Callista moaned as she helped guide her
novice lover.  "Oh that's it, right there."

   Gabrielle might've been an amateur when it came to lesbian lovemaking,
but she knew exactly what she liked someone to do to her.  It was quickly
turning out that Callista liked many of the same things.

   Keep it up, baby," Callista cried out as she held the back of
Gabrielle's head, "We're almost there."

   True to Callista's prediction, it didn't take much longer at all.  The
orgasm that suddenly gripped her wasn't near as forceful as those brought
on by more skillful lovers, but at the same time it had the advantage of
being further energized by the knowledge that it was Gabrielle's first
time. Callista had always had such a weakness for first timers, especially
older women.



   "Gabrielle, baby, that was really great," Callista said as she lifted
the no longer virgin back onto the couch and kissed her one last time. 
"Really great."

   "I don't think great really covers it," Gabrielle said as she tried to
take it all in.  "I'm not sure what words really do."

   "Well sometimes what you feel is a lot more important than what you
say," Callista said as she stretched her arms across the length of the
couch.

   "Well I feel wonderful too," the older woman said as she pressed her
head between Callista's breasts.



   "I think we better get dressed," Callista said as she glanced at the
clock on the wall, her voice now containing just a touch of urgency.

   "When can I see you again?" Gabrielle asked, paying no attention to
Callista's suggestion.

   "That might not be a good idea," the brunette said as she got up from
the couch and began to pick up Gabrielle's clothes from the floor.

   It took a few moments for what Callista was saying to sink in, but as
Gabrielle realized the dark haired woman was looking not at her, but over
her shoulder, it all made sense.  Before reaching out to take the pile of
clothes that Callista had picked up, the redhead turned her head just
enough to look once again at the photograph on the small table behind the
couch.  The question she hadn't wanted to think about earlier had just been
answered.

   "I guess I should be going," a disappointed Gabrielle said as she
accepted her clothes and began to put them back on.

   "Look, Gabrielle, I really don't do this that often and ..." Callista
started to explain, but was stopped as the taller woman raised her hand to
stop her.

   "Let's just leave it as we had a good time," Gabrielle said.  "A really
good time, and leave it at that."

   Silence then filled the room as Gabrielle quickly finished dressing. 
She wished she could take a shower before heading back out on the streets
but was pretty sure that wasn't an option.  The idea of stopping over at
Julia and Roger's before heading home presented itself as an idea for a few
seconds, but then was dismissed when she considered that her friend would
be all too curious as to why she needed a shower in the first place.

   "I think I've got everything," Gabrielle said out loud as she checked
her appearance as best she could.

   "For what it's worth, you were really fantastic," Callista offered.

   "Thank you," Gabrielle said, deciding that the waitress really meant it.

   Opening the door, Callista was careful to stand behind it least one of
her neighbors be in the hall and catch sight of her in the nude.  They
kissed a last time, this one brief and soft.  Gabrielle was about to step
outside into the hall when Callista stopped her by placing a hand on her
arm.

   Removing her hand, she then reached for the small gold necklace she had
worn all during their lovemaking, taking it off.  To Gabrielle's surprise,
she held it out to her.

   "I want you to have this," she said.

   "I couldn't," Gabrielle said.

   "Please, it's not like it's real gold or anything like that," Callista
insisted, "but it would at least be a memento of your first time ...  and
maybe of me too."

   "Okay," Gabrielle finally relented as she took the offering.  "I'll keep
it as a memento then,"

   As she watched the door to Callista's apartment close behind her,
Gabrielle could still taste the fruits of their mutual orgasms in her
mouth. It was a nectar that would stay in her memory a long, long time.



   An hour later, on the railroad heading home, Gabrielle took the small
necklace out of her purse and looked at it once more.  On careful
inspection, it really was a cheap little thing.  Still, she wouldn't have
traded it, or what it represented, for any other piece of jewelry she
owned. From now on, this was going to be her lucky charm.

   END

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