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	Roommates
          by Ann Douglas

	Jenny Reed balanced the small bag of groceries on one arm
as she worked the lock to the apartment door with her free hand.
The twenty-four year old nurse had gone out two hours earlier to
see a movie with a co-worker, only to have her cancel at the last
minute.  So rather than go alone, she'd stopped at the market for
munchies and planned to crash on the couch and watch some old
movies on AMC.

	"Just as well,"  Jenny thought as she stepped into the
semi-dark apartment and clicked on the closest light,  "after three
double shifts this week I really wasn't in that much of a mood to
go out anyway."

	The five foot six brunette dropped the brown bag on the
kitchen countertop and sat on one of the tall stools pushed up
against it.  She took a deep breath and looked around the
apartment.

	"I really love this place,"  she reminded herself as she
started to unpack the bag.  "I was so lucky to see Diane's
advertisement."

	Diane was Diane Bennett, her roommate and also a nurse.
Jenny had seen the posting for a roommate on the hospital's
intercity bulletin board and had immediately called about it.  It
seemed too good to be true and she was ecstatic when she found
that it was.

	Jenny worked at Saint Clara's over in the Financial District,
whereas Diane was at Metro Hospital down by the waterfront.  The
apartment was almost equidistant from both.

	It seemed that Diane had a falling out with her previous
roommate and was looking for someone quick to help with the rent,
that was already past due.   She wasn't so desperate however,
she'd said on the phone, to rent out the vacant half of the
apartment without meeting Jenny first.  They had agreed to have
Jenny come over after her shift and see if they hit it off.


	Five minutes after Jenny walked through the door, it was as
if they'd known each other for years.  That they were both in the
same profession played a big factor, plus the fact that they were
only two years apart in age with Diane being the older.  By the time
they'd finished the dinner that the blond had scrounged together,
they had worked out all of the details except how soon Jenny could
move in.

	Jenny was curious as to why Diane and her previous
roommate had parted company so abruptly, but wasn't about to be
so impolite as to ask.  It there was something she should know, the
short haired brunette figured she'd find out soon enough.  After
two months of sharing the place, Jenny concluded that the problem
must've been with the old roommate because she and Diane were
getting along better every day.


	"I really shouldn't be eating any of this stuff,"  the slim girl
told herself as she looked over the tasty treasures she'd brought
home,  "but what the hell, I'll just do another half hour on the
treadmill."

	She'd just poured herself a tall glass of milk to go with the
chocolate chip cookies she'd opened when a sudden noise caught
her attention.  A noise from the back of the apartment.

	 Diane had told her she was going out on a date, so Jenny
hadn't called out when she came through the door.  The noise had
come from the direction of Diane's bedroom, giving the brunette a
good idea what caused it.

	 Just in case she was wrong, she reached behind the counter
and grabbed the baseball bat they kept there.  Jenny had grown up
with four older brothers and wasn't the type to run every time
something went bump in the night.

	Cautiously, she moved across the living room, guiding her way
by the streetlight coming in the open windows.  When she got to
the bedroom door, it was opened just a crack.  Holding the bat
steady, she pushed it open just enough to look in.

	    "I was right,"  Jenny grinned as she brought the bat
down.  "Looks like they decided on indoor sports instead."

	In the dim light, Jenny could just about make out the nude
form of her blond haired roommate.  She was sure Diane would've
said hello if she'd seen her, except that her mouth was filled at
the moment by her date's cock.  He was equally nude and stretched
out across the bed.

	From the look of rapture on his face, Jenny figured that
Diane was about to make his night.  Sure enough, the black
bearded young man let out an even louder groan that the one which
had first caught Jenny's attention.

	A moment later, Diane pulled her mouth from his cock.
Quick enough to keep from swallowing his load, but not fast enough
to keep it from splashing across her face.

	It must've been a while since Diane's date had last climaxed,
Jenny thought, because the result of this one was certainly
abundant.  At least that was her professional opinion.

	Quietly backing away from the bedroom door, Jenny decided
to head back out and take in that movie after all.  No sense in
embarrassing Diane by letting her know she had seen her.  Things
like that happened when you shared an apartment, so why rock the
boat if you didn't have to.

	So much in a rush to leave, Jenny forgot all about her snack
on the countertop until it was too late to do anything about it.
When she came home again a few hours later, she found it all
cleaned up.



	It was a rare Saturday morning when both nurses were off,
but the next morning happened to be one of them.  Even though
she had awakened a half hour before, Jenny waited until she was
sure Diane's overnight guest had left before she got out of bed
and headed for the kitchen.  When she opened the door to her
bedroom, the smell of freshly cooked ham and eggs filled the air.

	"Good morning,"  Diane said with a wide smile as Jenny
walked into the kitchen.  "You're timing is perfect, breakfast is
just about ready."

	The  bathrobe clad brunette looked down at the table to see
coffee and orange juice already waiting for her.  She was also glad
to see there were only two place settings.

	"You didn't have to go to all this trouble,"  Jenny said as she
pulled up a stool.  "All I really wanted was some cereal and toast."

	"Toast will be up in another minute,"  the pajama clad blond
smiled.  "It's the least I can do after chasing you out of the
apartment last night.  I found the snack you made and Jason
thought he saw someone look in on us for a second, even if I didn't
notice."

	"Well you were a little occupied at the time,"  Jenny smiled
as she took a sip of her juice.

	"Nevertheless, breakfast is the least I could do,"  Diane said
as she emptied the contents of the frying pan into each of their
plates.  "And it'll give us a chance to have a little talk.  One that
maybe we should've had when you first moved in."

	"Okay,"  Jenny replied as she tasted the eggs.  "These are
delicious by the way."

	"Thank you,"  Diane said as she sat down opposite Jenny.
"There's no way to ask this other than straight out, so I'll just
ask.  I hope you're not considering moving out after last night."

	"What?"  Jenny asked, putting her fork with an uneaten
piece of egg back on her plate.  "What would give you a silly idea
like that?"

	"Well it's just that we never really discussed how we were
going to handle each other's sex life.  Overnight guests and such."
Diane said, a small look of worry evident on her face.  "I was a
little afraid that it might've bothered you."

	"Why would you think that?"  Jenny asked.  "It's not like
either one of us imagined  the other was living a life of celibacy."

	"Hardly that,"  Diane laughed, "but to be honest, that was
the reason my last roommate packed up and left."

	The older girl could tell that statement surprised Jenny.

	"Maybe I should explain that a little more before you
imagine I was having wild orgies in the living room,"  Diane said as
she paused to sip her coffee.

	Jenny popped the egg on her folk into her mouth, figuring
that continuing to eat was the best way to show she wasn't upset
with Diane.

	"At first, when she moved in a little over a year ago, Lisa
Marie and I got along really great.  Almost as well as you and I."
she began with a broad smile.  "Lisa was a librarian over at Saint
Matthew's College and about six weeks before you moved in, she
began to get really involved with this conservative Christian group.
Now I'm not the most liberal person in the world on some things
and I like to think that I get along with most religions, but these
people made Pat Robinson look like Bill Clinton."

	Jenny continued to listen silently, sipping her coffee.

	"The next thing I know, Lisa is lecturing me about my
lifestyle, calling me a whore and telling me that I was going to burn
in hell,"  Diane continued.  "Finally I couldn't take it anymore and
told her to mind her own goddamn business.  The next morning she
packed her bags and stormed out."

	"Well,"  Jenny smiled,  "You won't have to worry about me
trying to invoke the wrath of the prophets down on you.  I'm a firm
believer in everyone living their own life however they want."

	"You don't know how happy I am to hear that,"  Diane said
with obvious relief.  "I'd hate to loose you as a roomie or a friend.
I thought when you saw Jason and I ..."

	"Well to be honest,"  Jenny interrupted, "that wasn't the
first time I walked in on you and someone."

	Diane's expression turned to curiosity.

	"It was, I think, maybe the second week after I moved in,"
Jenny explained.  "I stopped by to pick up a change of uniform
because I was going to work an extra shift.  When I opened the
door, I saw you and a rather muscular black man somewhat
occupied on the couch.  I wouldn't have ever even mentioned it
except to show that neither that or last night bothered me."

	Diane actually blushed at the thought that Jenny had seen
her with Martin Rogers, one of the new interns at Metro.  He'd
given her a lift home after a long day and she'd invited him up for
coffee.  One thing led to another and they found themselves doing
the nasty on the living room couch.

	"We definitely should work out a system for this,"  Diane
said as her color returned to normal.

	"Simple solutions are usually the best,"  Jenny suggested.  "I
think if we just keep it confined to our own rooms it'll work out
just fine."

	"Sounds like a good idea,"  Diane replied.

	"Then I guess we should finish eating this before it gets too
cold,"  Jenny said,  "unless there's something else you want to talk
about."

	Jenny was sure Diane was going to say something for a
moment, the blond had that sort of look on her face.  Instead she
suddenly turned her head at the sound of the toast popping up in
the toaster.

	"I'll get that,"  she said instead.

	Thinking the discussion now over, Jenny went back to her
breakfast, glad that they had worked everything out.


	Three times over the next month, Diane had overnight
guests.  True to their agreement, she made sure all her more
boisterous activities were confined to the bedroom.  Jenny even
had her own boyfriend over one night, just to show Diane that she
wasn't being judgmental in not having had him over before.

	Normally, if she was going to sleep with Mark Kelly, she
preferred it to be at his apartment.  They had a pretty casual
relationship and they both liked it that way.  Neither was looking
for anything more than occasional company.  Just someone to go
out with once now and then and keep overly helpful relatives from
constantly trying to fix them up.

	By not having him stay over her own apartment, Jenny felt
she had greater control over their relationship.  She explained this
to Diane after his first, and so far only, sleepover.  She said she
understood, but Jenny didn't think she really did.


	The days turned to weeks and the two of them went on with
their lives.  Jenny was home alone one afternoon cleaning the
apartment and decided to reorganize the hall closet to try and
squeeze a little more out of a rapidly shrinking storage space.

	Pulling a shoebox from the back of the top shelf, Jenny lost
her grip on it and dropped it to the floor.  The box had been full of
cards and letters, as well as a ripped envelope of photographs.  A
few of the pictures tumbled out and as Jenny picked them up, she
could see they were of a tropical island.

	Months before, contrary to what she had originally told
Diane, Jenny had been very concerned after she had walked in on
Diane and Martin Rogers.  Concerned enough to call a close friend
who also worked at Metro and ask her to lunch with the intention
of finding out more about her new roommate.

	Cynthia McKay had known Jenny since Nursing School and
was more than happy to answer her questions.  She assured her
that Diane was a really good person and she had nothing to worry
about.

	"That's good to hear,"  Jenny had said, relieved that she
wouldn't have to move out of that great apartment.  "I was afraid
for a moment that I had moved in with some kind of wild  woman."

	"If I didn't know the whole story, I might've thought the
same thing,"  Cynthia replied.  "Maybe I should fill you in."

	Jenny leaned forward, now even more curious about her new
roommate.

	"Evidently, Diane met someone last year.  Someone she fell
head over heels for.  No one ever met the guy, but it was obvious
to anyone who knew her that she was deeply in love.  They even
went away together to some romantic resort down in the
Caribbean."

	Jenny was greatly surprised to learn that Diane ever had a
serious relationship.  From what she'd seen and heard so far, she
would've guessed that the length of her average relationship
could've been measured in days if not hours.

	"Something happened during that vacation,"  Cynthia
continued.  "I can only assume they had a break up and from the
way Diane acted when she came back to work, I'd have to say it
was a bad one."

	"Poor Diane,"  Jenny said, feeling genuinely sorry for her.

	"After that, she just started having a lot of purely physical
relationships, never letting anyone get too close,"  Cynthia
concluded.


	Holding the box in her hands, Jenny knew all of these were
from that broken relationship.  Of course there was no question of
her looking at any of the cards or letters.  That would be too much
of an invasion of Diane's privacy.  The pictures, on the other hand,
were something else.  The envelope was already torn open and most
of them were loose.

	It was a small ethical dilemma and Jenny was so curious
about what Mr. Wrong looked like that her moral compass failed.
It would take more will power that she possessed at that moment
to put the pictures back without at least taking a little peak.

	Giving in to the curiosity that was  consuming her, Jenny
took the envelope and moved to the living room couch.  Sitting
down, she took three dozen photos from it and began to flip
through them.

	"It certainly was a beautiful island,"  Jenny said to herself
as she went through the first few images.

	They were the type of pictures people normally took on
vacations.  The ocean view, buildings in the resort, various other
guests.  From what she could see, it was the kind of place Jenny
wished she could afford to go to.

	More pics showed Diane at the beach and to Jenny's
surprise, it was a nude beach.  Like all the other people in the
picture, Diane was totally naked.

	"I wish I had the nerve to do that,"  Jenny thought as she
looked at a close up of Diane.  "Then again, if I had a body as good
as hers, the nerve would probably come a lot easier.

	In truth, it was a flimsy excuse.  Jenny might've had a few
unwanted pounds, but she was far from having a body that would
look awkward on a beach, nude or otherwise.

	"Hmm, no pictures of Mr. Wrong so far,"  the brunette
noted.  "I guess he was too bashful to be photographed in the buff.
But he made sure he got plenty of pictures of Diane."

	So intent on finding a picture of Diane's boyfriend, Jenny
hadn't noticed that there hadn't been any men in any of the
photographs.  The reason for that suddenly became apparent.

	"Oh my God!"  Jenny exclaimed when she turned to the next
picture.

	In it, a still nude Diane was in the arms of a tall, equally nude
brunette.  Their lips were locked together in a kiss that Jenny was
sure any guy would've died for.  The passion of their embrace was
evident even in the two-dimensional photo.  Sorting back through
the previous dozen images, Jenny realized that the woman was also
in most of them as well.

	Standing with Diane at the airport.  Seated next to her at
dinner or at the bar.  Further in the pile was another photograph
of the two in very revealing evening dresses.  Diane was standing
behind the brunette with her arms wrapped around her.  The joy
on her face lit up the picture.  This picture had a few lines written
on the back.  Allison - San Cristobal - Scarlett's Cove.

	"Her boyfriend was a girlfriend!"  Jenny said, stating aloud
what was obvious from the photographs.

	Jenny sat there in silence after that, looking at the photos
over and over.  Looking at a close up  of Diane's former lover,
Jenny suddenly realized that there was a more than superficial
resemblance between the girl and herself.  Both had the same hair
color although Jenny had cut hers short after high school and
never let it grow back.  Their builds were also pretty close, yet she
didn't seem to be bothered by those extra pounds that Jenny
always seemed to be so aware of.

	Moving on to a photo of the two of them topless, Jenny
thought that even their breasts were similar, even though the
woman in the photograph had much larger nipples.

	"Did the fact that I look like Allison have anything to do
with Diane being so eager for me to move in?"  the young
twenty-four year old asked herself as she remembered how
enthusiastic Diane had been about her moving in when they first
met.

	At the time, Diane had given the reason as the already
overdue rent.  Now, with these pictures in front of her, Jenny was
beginning to wonder.

	Mentally she rehashed the last few months, searching for
some sign that Diane had any intent in her other than someone to
share the rent.  Coming up with none, she finally decided she was
just being foolish.

	The chimes of the clock reminded her that the subject of
her musings was due home in less than half an hour.  She carefully
put the photographs back as she found them and put the box and
all it's contents back in the closet.  Then, as quick as she could, she
moved everything she had taken out of the closet back as well.



	"Jenny, I'm home!"  Diane called out as she usually did when
she walked in the door twenty minutes later, a large bag of Chinese
take out in her hands.

	Jenny had just made it back to the couch as she heard the
door being opened.  Grabbing a magazine off the coffee table, she
tried to act relaxed as Diane backed into the room.

	"Is something wrong?"  Diane asked as she took note of the
strange look on her roommate's face.

	"What could be wrong?"  Jenny said.

	"Nothing I guess,"  Diane replied.  "Well anyway, I hope
you're hungry cause I have a ton of food."  she added as she
dropped two large bags on the coffee table.  "I stopped by
Madame Cheng's and she kept piling different dishes into the bag.
Half the stuff I didn't even order, but she kept telling me I'd love
it."

	Ever since Madame Cheng had  spent some time at Metro
Hospital under Diane's care, the older woman had practically
adopted the young nurse.  It was now impossible for Diane to order
the simplest of meals and not walk out with at least a half dozen
entrees.

	"I'll get the plates,"  Jenny said as she jumped off the sofa
and stepped into the kitchen, leaving Diane to unpack the collection
of small white containers.

	"Let's eat at the coffee table,"  Diane said.  "I just want to
stretch out and watch a movie.  It's been one of those days."

	"Any channel in particular?" Jenny asked since she was the
closest to the remote as she laid out two settings on the table.

	"No,  just turn on any movie station, something should be
coming on in the next ten minutes,"  Diane replied, knowing that
most of them started a new movie at the top of the hour.  If it's
not something we like then we'll just surf them all."

	One of the benefits of Diane's rather relaxed sexual mores
was that while they only paid for basic cable, their box carried
every station available.  It was amazing how grateful the young
technician who had done the installation had been when Diane had
given him a quick blowjob.


	The two girls curled up on opposite ends of the couch and
began to feast on various Chinese delicacies and soda.  They
watched the last minutes of the movie that was just ending, then
an ad for the next film appeared on the screen.

	"Oh, I love this one,"  Diane said as she took a bite of
shrimp, covered in lobster sauce.  "I haven't seen it in a long time."

	Jenny had never seen the film but knew what it was about.
It had created a small stir when it had originally appeared in the
theatres.  It was the first film by a major studio to deal with the
subject of lesbianism and bisexuality in professional women's
sports.  The basic storyline was about a young runner who drifts
into an affair with an older athlete.

	Any other time, Jenny wouldn't have cared what film they
watched.  God knows she had picked some real winners that Diane
never complained about.  But right now, a film about bisexuality
was the last thing she needed.  Still, she couldn't exactly tell
Diane to pick another film without explaining why.


	As the film went on, Jenny found herself studying her
roommate more than what was on the television screen.  She kept
recalling the pictures of Diane and her ex-girlfriend, finding it
impossible to get them out of her mind.  More so when the two
main characters in the movie began to become intimate.  In her
mind's eye, Jenny replaced the two actresses with Diane and
Allison.  A visualization of all the things the photographs didn't
show.


	A few days  later, Jenny was working a noon to eight shift at
Saint Clara's when she noticed the nurse?s station was low on a few
non-medical supplies.  Since it was a slow evening and there were
two others at the station, she decided to stretch her legs and go
to the supply closet herself.  The normal practice was to send one
of the junior nurses.

	The supply closet itself was something of a misleading
description as it was actually a large L shaped room at the far end
of the floor.  The supplies the nurse?s station needed were in the
back of the room and Jenny had to use the small stepladder kept
there to reach them.  Since they were scattered on different
shelves, it took a few minutes to gather them all.

	As she got off the ladder, Jenny heard voices from the
front of the supply room.    It was pretty unusual to have more
than one person in the locked room on the day shift, and almost
unheard of at night.  Then she remembered rumors about the
empty room sometimes being used as a place for nocturnal trysts.
Her curiosity piqued,  Jenny quietly moved down to where the L
shaped room bent.  A set of shelves extended a few feet beyond
that so she could see who it was and what they might be doing, and
at the same time stay hidden from their view.

	Jenny felt a little disappointment when she saw that the
new arrivals were Doris Blake, the nursing supervisor on the day
shift and Kathy Young, a recent addition to the staff.  It was
pretty obvious to Jenny that Kathy was about to get one of Doris's
legendary lectures.  Talks that the shift supervisor preferred to
give in private.  Having twice been on the receiving end of those
lectures when she had first started at Saint Clara's, Jenny
certainly didn't envy the younger girl.

	Still, she was curious as to what exactly the twenty-one
year old had done to merit a lecture and moved a little closer to
hear what Doris was saying.  It turned out to be nothing like Jenny
could ever have imagined.

	" ... you actually fucked him,"  Jenny heard the forty-one
year old redhead say, unable to believe the words coming out of
the senior nurse's mouth.

	"You knew I had something going with Doctor Richards and
you still took him to your bed,"  Doris went on, her voice filled with
a  touch of anger.

	Thomas Richards was a senior member of the hospital staff.
A good looking man in his early fifties, Jenny remembered, with a
nice sense of humor, Then she also remembered that he was  quite
married as well.  Evidently he didn't take that seriously either.

	"It didn't take much to get him there,"  Kathy was now
saying,  "so maybe you should be rethinking your relationship with
him.  From what I've heard, I'm not the first one either."

	Jenny was shocked to discover that both women were
sleeping with the good doctor.  They were such different women,
she thought as she compared the both of them.  Obviously, Dr.
Richards was one of those men who tried to screw anything in a
skirt.

	Aside from the difference in their ages, Doris was a slightly
heavyset woman.  Her most noticeable feature, as Jenny heard a
few of the men on the floor comment many times, were a pair of
38DD breasts.  Kathy on the other hand, was a tall, slim,
small-breasted black girl with light coffee skin.

	"I trusted you,"  Doris was saying, leading the eavesdropping
Jenny to wonder why the older woman would share such a secret
with a girl half her age.  "I can't believe I trusted you..."

	Kathy remained silent, letting Doris continue.

	"... and I can't believe that I went to bed with you too.  That
I even licked your pussy.  I must've been drunk out of my mind."

	"What did she say?"  Jenny asked herself, sure that she'd
heard it wrong.

	"Oh you weren't that drunk,"  Kathy said with a knowing
smile,  "and you didn't seem to have a complaint while you were
doing it.  In fact, you seemed to pretty much enjoy it ."

	Now it was Doris's turn to stand silent as she didn't seem to
be able to contest Kathy's claim.  Something that Kathy already
knew.  A very close friend from school had spent time on Doris's
floor a year before.  She had given her a first hand account of
both the older woman's insatiable preference for cunnilingus and
the way she always acted if it had been her first time afterwards.

	"Tell you what,"  Kathy said as she moved even closer to
Doris.  "Why don't you just forget about Doctor Richards.  After
spending a night with him, I can honestly say you wouldn't be
missing much. Since our shift is almost over, what say we go back
to my apartment and I'll give you a nice all over massage.  In fact,
this time I'll even go down on you.  I'm sure you'd like that."

	Doris seemed to be seriously considering the proposition as
Kathy leaned over and, wrapping her arms around the older woman,
kissed her on the lips. At the same time the younger woman cupped
one of Doris's large breasts and massaged her nipple through the
stiff starched material of her nurse's uniform.

	From her vantage point and since they were standing right
under one of the overhead lights, Jenny could see the dark skinned
girl's tongue slide right into the Supervisor's mouth.

	Breaking the kiss, Kathy took Doris's lack of protest as
consent and told her she'd meet her in the parking lot in ten
minutes.  Doris paused for a breath then agreed.  Finally the two
exited the supply closet, leaving Jenny alone, still unable to believe
what she had just witnessed.

	"Unbelievable?" Jenny said to the  empty room.  "Doris and
Kathy, who'd have ever believed it?"

	What she left unsaid, even to herself, was the fact that
just the brief exchange had left her as excited as she'd been in a
long time.  She waited a few minutes to be sure they had gone on
their way, then followed them out the door.


	Back at the nurse?s station, Jenny happened to be glancing
out the window that overlooked the parking lot when Doris exited
the building.  She watched as the older woman, who she knew
normally took the bus home, walked instead to an old red sedan and
got it.  The driver of the car wasn't visible, but she knew it was
Kathy.  To anyone else, it was just one co-worker giving another a
lift home.

	For the rest of her shift, she couldn't get the knowledge of
what they were doing at that very moment from her mind.  The
nurses had a locker room and shower that she'd shared many times
with both women.  So it wasn't hard to form realistic images of
them doing what Kathy had suggested.

	By the time she was ready to go home, even she had to admit
that her body was in a state of arousal.  She refused to consider,
however, that it was possibly due to the thought of the two
women, or even her earlier discovery about Diane.  No, it all had to
be due, she told herself, to the fact that it had been too long since
she'd taken care of her own sexual needs.

	A problem that would be solved in a few hours anyway since
Mark was meeting her for a late dinner.  As wound up as she was,
tonight was definitely going to be Mark's lucky night.

	"Harder,"  Diane cried out as Mark drove his cock into her
once more, "Fuck me harder!"

	It was the second time they'd fucked in an hour and still
Jenny didn't feel satisfied.  They'd rushed through dinner and
breaking her normal rules, she took him back to her apartment
since it was closer than his.

	"Faster,"  Jenny added to her encouragement as she rode
Mark's cock up and down in a female superior position, her
unrestrained mounds bouncing in every direction.

	"I'm going to come,"  Mark warned as she dropped her body
down once more.

	"Not yet!"  Jenny responded as she added to her gyrations,
trying to catch up.

	For some reason, despite both their considerable efforts,
Jenny had been unable to reach a climax during their first
attempt.  Now it looked like her lover was going to finish without
her a second time.

	"Wait!"  she cried out futilely, rolling her body off his in an
attempt to forestall his orgasm.

	But it was too late, Mark was too far gone.  Even without her
attentions, his now freed cock jerked in the throes of orgasm,
splashing drops of whiteness across his prone body.

	"Fuck!"  Jenny said in anger as she looked into Mark's smiling
face as he dropped his head back and closed his eyes in
satisfaction

	She knew that there was no way, despite what he might brag
to his friends, that he was going to be able to go at it a third try
any time soon.  The best she could now hope for was to finish
herself off with her hand.  She knew that , if experience was any
indication,  Mark would be asleep in minutes.

	   "Just fucking wonderful,"  Jenny said as she dropped down
alongside the already sleeping Mark.  "If I wanted to get myself
off I'd have done it already.


	Twenty minutes later, Jenny was still wide-awake when she
heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.  Looking at the
clock, she realized Diane would've gotten home from her late shift
a half hour ago.  For a change, she had been the one too involved to
hear the other come in.

	Then Jenny remembered that in her haste to get to the
bedroom, she had forgotten to turn on the red nightlight in the
living room.  It was the signal they had agreed on to let the other
know they had an overnight guest.  Just so they didn't run into him
while half dressed in the middle of the night.  In Diane's case it
was a distinct possibility as she usually slept either nude or pretty
close to it.

	"Guess I'd better warn her,"  Jenny thought, figuring that
she really should wash herself off as well.  Normally, she would've
done that already but was so mad at the world that she hadn't.


	Draped in only a T-shirt, Jenny stood at the bathroom door
and was about to knock when it opened from within.  Standing
there in the doorway was Diane, totally nude but for a pair of small
red panties.

	"Jenny,"  Diane said in surprise, "is there something wrong?"

	The short haired brunette didn't seem to hear the words.
The sight of Diane's nude body took her breath away in a way she
couldn't explain.  Logically it made no sense, after all she's seen
her roommate in various stages of dress and undress uncounted
dozens of times.  Not to mention all the women whose bodies she
had seen in a professional capacity.  It wouldn't come to her until
later that this was the first time she had looked at another woman
in the way she looked at a man.

	"Jenny, is something wrong?"  Diane repeated, sure that the
frozen face and strange look in her eyes signified that there was.

	"Wrong?"  Jenny repeated, her eyes never leaving the valley
of Diane's breasts.  "No, nothings wrong,"  she quickly said as she
regained her composure.  "I just wanted to tell you that I forgot
to leave the nightlight on and that Mark is staying over.  I didn't
want you to bump into him in the middle of the night if the two of
you got up at the same time.  I mean the way you sleep and ..."

	Diane cut Jenny off with a wave of her hand, saying not to
worry about it.  It was the first time since she had met her, she
thought,  to see Jenny go so flustered or talk so excitedly.  She
had to wonder why her roommate, who up to now seemed totally
normal, was now staring at her so strangely.

	"Jenny, is there something else you're not telling me?"
Diane asked, having the feeling that there was.

	"No, I mean yes,"  Jenny replied in the same excited voice.

	"Honey, whatever it is, it's okay,"  the older blond insisted.

	"I looked at your pictures,"  Jenny blurted out.

	"What pictures?"  Diane asked.

	"The pictures from Scarlett's Cove,"  Jenny went on.  "The
ones with you and Allison.  I was cleaning the closet and the box
fell and I ..."

	"... and you were curious and looked at them,"  Diane finished
her sentence.  "It's okay, I would probably have done the same
thing."

	When her words of assurance didn't change the funny look
on Jenny's face, Diane's old fear returned.  The contents of the
photos might've been enough to change Jenny's mind about
rooming together.

	"Jenny, did those pictures upset you?"  she asked.  "That
fact that I had a girlfriend?"

	"They did upset me,"  Jenny answered, causing the worried
look on Diane's face to grow more intense, "but not the way you
think."

	"I don't understand,"  Diane replied.

	"They made me realize that..."  Jenny said.  "I mean at first
I didn't understand, I didn't want to understand, but ..."

	"Jenny, you have to slow down,"  Diane said. "You're not
making sense."

	Jenny paused for a heartbeat, then decided that she just
didn't have the words to say what she wanted to say.  So she did
the next best thing.

	Grabbing Diane's shoulders, Jenny unexpectedly pulled the
other girl close and kissed her.  A kiss that contained all the
passion she was capable of.

	Diane was totally stunned by the unexpected turn of events
and the press of Jenny's lips against her own.  Yet her
disorientation lasted but a moment as she responded to the kiss in
a like manner.

	Both of them stood speechless for a few seconds after they
broke the kiss.  Until Diane broke the silence.

	"Was that it?"  Diane asked, thinking that seeing the
photographs of her and Allison had awakened some curiosity in
Jenny.  "Or is there something else we need to talk about?"

	"I'm in love with you," Jenny responded, her voice now
strong and self assured.

	"You sound very sure,"  Diane commented, noting the change
in her tone.

	"I am,"  was her simple reply.

	"Then we definitely need to talk,"  Diane replied.  "But
before we do, I think you should be doing something else first."

	"Something else?"

	"Don't you think you should send Mark home?"  Diane
suggested.

	"Oh my God,"  Jenny said, raising her hand to her mouth. "I
forgot all about Mark."

	"I kind of thought you had,"  A smiling Diane said as Jenny
turned and raced back to her room to do just that.


	Five minutes later, after a still sleepy and hastily dressed
Mark had been shown the door, Jenny joined Diane on the couch.
The two woman just stared at each other for a few seconds,
neither really sure how to start.  Then, Diane broke the impasse.

	"Have you ever been in love with another girl before?"  she
asked.

	"Yes," Jenny admitted, "back in high school.  Her name was
Nancy and she was my best friend."

	"Did you and her ever ..."  Diane started to ask, then
rephrased her question.  "Did you ever tell her?"

	"Not for a long time,"  Jenny replied,  "and then when I
finally did, it was a disaster.  She freaked out, telling me that it
was sick to think like that.  She stopped being my friend after I
told  her."

	"I hope she didn't tell anyone else why you stopped being
friends,"  Diane commented.

	"Oh God, that would've been terrible,"  Jenny said as if she
was only now considering that possibility.  "We lived in such a small
town.  Practically everyone knew everyone else.  We went away to
different colleges after that so we really didn't see each other
again.  I heard she's married now with three kids already."

	"No one after that?"  Diane asked.

	"No, I really tried to block it all out of my mind after that,"
Jenny answered.  "I didn't want anyone to think I was some kind of
freak or anything."

	"Allison was the first girl I ever fell in love with,"  Diane
offered,  "and to be honest, my first reaction wasn't that much
different than your friend's.  I thought there was something really
wrong with me.  I'd been with men before, after all, I was hardly a
virgin.  Yet Allison and I connected on a level that I never felt
before.  I finally realized that it was the person I had fallen in love
with, not her gender and that made it easier to accept."

	"That's how I felt about Nancy," Jenny said, surprised that
they had come to the same conclusion independently.

	"I think a lot of women come to that conclusion,"  Diane said,
"but more just try to bury it within themselves and conform to
what society considers normal."

	"Some do that with a vengeance,"  Jenny added.

	"Yes, I do seem to have gone a little overboard,"  Diane
grinned, "haven't I?"

	"Maybe just a little,"  Jenny smiled back.


	Another awkward pause filled the air for a few long seconds,
only to be broken this time by Jenny.  She asked the question she
had been thinking since she had confessed to Diane that she was in
love with her.

	"Do you think you could ever fall in love with me?"

	Diane bust out laughing, a laugh both involuntary and loud.

	"No, I didn't mean that the way it came out,"  Diane said as
she got her laughter back under control.  "I just didn't expect
that question, that's all."

	"And you found the question funny?"  Jenny asked, already
regretting having asked it.

	"Not the question,"  Diane said as she took Jenny's hand in
hers and kissed it, "the situation."

	"I don't understand,"  a now confused Jenny said.

	"I starting falling in love with you the day you showed up on
my doorstep,"  her blond haired roommate said.  "At first, I told
myself that it was because you look enough like Allison to almost
be her sister.  Then, the more we got to know each other, I began
to realize that my feelings for you are even stronger than those I
had for Allison.  Yet at the same time, I was afraid to say anything
because I didn't think those feelings would be reciprocal.  I kept
trying to bury those feelings by sleeping with almost any guy I
knew."

	Back in school, Jenny had heard the condition described as
Don Juanism.  Gay men denying their attraction to other men by
dating multitudes of women.  Try as she could, the brunette
couldn't remember if there was a similar term for women in the
same situation.

	"So where do we go from here?"  Jenny finally asked.

	"You, I think, go to the shower,"  Diane said, drawing
attention to the fact that Jenny still carried the after scent of
her earlier lovemaking with Mark,  "but if you ask real nicely, I
think I might be talked into washing your back for you.  Maybe
even a few more parts of your body too."


	Jenny tilted back her head as she let the warm waters wash
over her body. Her arms held the two small metal rails on the
opposite ends of the shower.  The tenant who had the apartment
prior to Diane had been an elderly man and had the supports
installed to help him keep his balance.  The twenty-four year old
was sure he never envisioned the use they were now being put to.

	The brunette closed her eyes as Diane pressed her body
tight against hers, running her hands up and down Jenny's soapy
body.  The blond kissed her neck as she also squeezed her breasts,
playing with the nipples until they became hard and erect.

	Diane's hands continued to slide down along her roommate's
slippery flesh, across her stomach and to her hips.  Jenny
responded by spreading her legs wide, giving Diane easy access to
the light brown patch between them.

	Access Diane was quick to take advantage of as her fingers
stroked the wet mound, a touch that Jenny felt to the core of her
being.  A second hand glided across the brunette's ass, drawing
soapy circles across the smooth flesh.

	"Oh Diane,"  Jenny moaned as the older girl tilted her head
back and softly kissed her on the lips.

	Letting go of the supports, Jenny turned around and threw
her arms around Diane.  She kissed her hard this time, her tongue
pressing deep inside her mouth.  A second and third kiss followed
as she rubbed her breasts against Diane's, their hard nipples
colliding with an electric touch.

	An attraction that drew Jenny's attention as she closed her
mouth over Diane's dark areola and began to massage it with her
tongue.  A rush of excitement filled her, a preview of what was to
come as she moved on to the second of the large mounds.

	Diane ran her hands through Jenny's wet hair and then down
her back, wiping away some of the soapy residue.  She reached up
to the plastic hand held showerhead and removed it from its brace.
Resting one hand on one of the supports, she washed the last of
the soap off of both their bodies.

	Showerhead still in hand, Diane lowered it to a point where
the massaging jets of water were aimed right between Jenny's
legs.  The pulsating bursts danced across her most sensitive spots,
acting like a dozen tiny fingers.

	"Oh yeah,"  Jenny said loudly as she enjoyed the wet touch,
opening her  mouth to reluctantly abandon Diane's breasts.

	"I thought you'd like that,"  Diane laughed as she raised the
aim of the jets so that they played across Jenny's breasts as well.

	The two nurses continued to play with each other, covering
their bodies with soft and hard touches as well as a multitude of
wet kisses.  Jenny raised one leg to the small shelf that ran the
length of the shower as Diane dropped down to her knees.  The
blond reached down with one hand and stroked her own mound as
her other hand parted the soft folds of Jenny's sex.  An opening
that was quickly filled by her tongue.

	In all the times she had fantasized about it, Jenny had
never imagined that having a woman fuck her with her tongue would
feel so good.  Men had made her feel good in this way, but nothing
like this.

	Faster and faster, Diane's tongue moved up and down
Jenny's pussy, adding to the exhilarating touch of her fingers
against her clit.  Blazing embers of passion raged across her body,
starting a fire that would soon become a conflagration.

	The water from the overhead shower had begun to cool, but
the heat radiating from Jenny's flesh was such that she barely
noticed it.  Her whole world had quickly contracted to the point
where it only included Diane's magic tongue and the delights it was
capable of producing.

	"Oh God, oh God, Oh my God!"  Jenny gasped as her body
suddenly exploded in a plenitude of Sapphic induced raptures.

	Her body quaked and her legs grew week.  Only a firm grip
on the support bars helped keep her standing.  It was an orgasm of
memorable proportions, one she would remember always.


	"I love you, Diane,"  Jenny said as her roommate stood back
up and the brunette wrapped her arms around her.  "No one has
ever made me feel that way."

	"I love you too, Jen,"  Diane said as she lightly kissed her
and then reached behind the other girl to shut off the now cold
water.  "but let's move this to someplace a little warmer."

	"No problem,"  Jenny said, full of an eagerness to make
Diane feel as good as she did right now.  "Your bed or mine?"

END

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