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	Class of '92
	by Ann Douglas

	Rachel Spenser was enjoying herself at the
10th reunion of the Class of '92.  When she had first
received the invitation to the celebration a few weeks
back, the twenty-eight year old had tossed it aside
with a mental note to send back the small "Will not be
attending" card when she got a chance.  Now she was
glad it had gotten lost among the bills.

	It had been a good number of years since
Rachel had left East Monroe to go to school out in
California.  In that time, she had only been back to
visit her hometown a handful of times.  With her
mother's funeral four years before, even those rare
trips had stopped.

	One of the reasons the tiny town she had spent
her early life in occupied such a small place in her
memory was the fact that few people in East Monroe
ever made enough of an impression on her to be worth
remembering.  Or at least that was the way it had
seemed to her at the time.

	A feature reporter for the San Francisco Post
for the last five years, Rachel had been trying to land
a cover story in the weekend newsmagazine for the
last nine months.  Opportunity seemed to land in her
lap when her Editor announced that he wanted to do a
cover story on high school reunions.  Never one to let
a chance for advancement go by, Rachel had jumped
on it, saying that she thought it was a great idea and
then, remembering the invite sitting in the drawer at
home, casually mentioning that she was already going
to her own reunion in two weeks.

	Her move had worked and instead of handing
off the assignment to Wendy Thomas, as he had been
planning to do, the Editor decided to give Rachel a
shot at the cover instead.  A switch that the younger
reporter had been none too happy with.  She saw
Rachel as someone who'd passed her peak already and
should just get out of the way of those younger and
more capable.

	Rachel had smiled at her younger competition
when Wendy offered what the older woman was sure
were false congratulations.  Behind the twenty-four
year old's smile, Rachel was certain, was the hope
that the older woman would fall flat on her face with
the assignment.  Maybe even hard enough to see her
tossed from the paper.

	As she headed back to her own desk. Rachel
considered the idea that might very well be a real
possibility.  It had been long years since she had
talked to any of her own schoolmates and even then
she had hardly been on the best of terms with many.
What if she couldn't come up with a winning story
about any of them?

	To her great surprise, people who she had
hardly paid any attention to back in school were
overjoyed to welcome her back.  From their
perspective, she was one of the big success stories of
the Class of '92.  After all, she had moved away from
the small town and now lived in San Francisco, working
for one of the major newspapers.  Compared to most
of their lives, that was the big time indeed.

	It was also interesting to see how some people
had changed physically over the years.  Rachel worked
hard to keep herself in pretty much the same shape
she'd been in during high school and college, but it
quickly became obvious that not everyone had.

	Jenny Wilson seemed the most extreme
example.  A cheerleader back in the day, she had
become the stereotype of the bon-bon eating
housewife, adding a hundred pounds to her frame.
Almost the reverse was true for Michelle Berkey.
Nicknamed Moose by some of the less kind high school
boys, she had shed half her weight in the years since
graduation.

	Rachel had interviewed both of them and each
seemed equally overjoyed to have, if not the
proverbial fifteen minutes of fame, then their names
in print.  During the brief chats with the two of them
and others, Rachel found herself answering almost as
many questions as she asked.

	What was life like in San Francisco?  Did she
like being a reporter?  What famous people had she
met?  Did she have a lot of boyfriends?

	It was only the last question that Rachel tired
of answering.  Her standard reply was that her career
left little time for an active social life.  The reaction
of those she gave it to all seemed to be pretty much
the same.  It was too bad than she hadn't been able
to find a man that could support her career plans as
well.  Then again, as a few pointed out, weren't a lot
of the men in San Francisco the sort that didn't like
women?

	"Oh that is such a shame,"  Doris Lynch added
as she expressed that very sentiment once more as
she asked Rachel about her life on the West Coast.

	Among the people she had interviewed so far,
Rachel remembered Doris quite well.  One of those
girls who had to know everyone else's business, and
then couldn't wait to share it with anyone else.  Giving
her set reply to the question, Rachel wondered how
the gossip would react if she answered more honestly:
pointing out that the large percentage of Gay men in
San Francisco really didn't bother her because truth
be told, she had never been the kind of woman who
liked men either.

	"She'd probably race for the microphone up on
the stage so she could announce it over the public
address system,"  Rachel thought, thinking that was
the sort of hot gossip that Doris would be unable to
keep secret for a minute.

	That fact that she was a lesbian was something
that Rachel normally never gave a second thought to
back home.  It was something she had come to realize
back in high school, even though she hadn't done
anything about it until college.  It was simply who she
was.

	In the years since, she'd had three serious
relationships, the last of which had ended a year
before.  She'd had a few dates since but nothing that
seemed to be going anywhere.

	"I wonder if Doris is available?"  Rachel laughed
silently to herself as she poured herself a glass of
punch and remembered what her former classmate
had looked like in the showers after gym.  From the
way she filled out the dress she'd been wearing during
their interview, she still looked pretty much the same.

	With the material already filling half her
notepad, Rachel was now confident she would be able
to write the kind of article her Editor was looking for.
Now she could relax and enjoy the rest of the evening.

	Ten minutes later, Rachel had completed yet
another interview that would add to her story.  In her
mind she could already see the completed product and
it was going to be exactly the kind of uplifting story
that the Post liked to run in its Sunday Magazine.  If
she was really lucky, the story might be picked up and
run in syndication as many of the cover stories were.

	Being from a small town, Rachel found it funny
how many city people liked to read about their small
town counterparts.  Still, if it was going to advance
her career, well that was fine with her.

	"God, can you believe she had the nerve to show
up here?"  said a woman's voice from behind where
Rachel was standing.

	The comment had been spoken in a low voice to
another woman standing next to the speaker, but had
carried just far enough for the reporter to hear.
Curious as to who had elicited such a reaction, Rachel
moved so she could see whom it was the two women
were talking about.  To her surprise, not only was it
someone she recognized, but it was also one of the
few people in her class that she had considered a
friend.

	"Kelly O'Neil,"  Rachel said to herself as she
recognized the blond haired woman in the blue dress,
but then corrected herself that it had been Kelly
Ryan for a number of years now.  "Why in the world
would anyone in this town have a bad word to say
about her?"

	Back in high school, Kelly O'Neil had been the
proverbial most popular girl in school.  Captain of the
Cheerleader squad, Vice President of the Student
Council, as well as valedictorian of the graduating
class.  She had been looked on as the girl who was
going to do it all.  Kelly had also been an assistant
editor on the school paper, which was where Rachel
knew her from, having been the editor herself.

	From what Rachel had heard, Kelly had indeed
fulfilled everyone's expectations, which included
marrying Tom Ryan, the Captain of the football team.
The last time Rachel had been home, Kelly had just
been elected the youngest member of the town
council.  What could've happened since?

	Timidity had never been one of Rachel's traits
so she walked right past the two women who had been
talking about Kelly and said hello to her old friend.

	"Oh my God!"  Kelly exclaimed in surprise, "I
don't believe it.  Rachel Spenser, what brings you
back to this one-horse town?"

	Rachel paused a breath before answering,
taking the opportunity to look at her old friend.  Kelly
had always been one of the hottest girls in school, and
she had certainly improved with age.  Some women
were like that, really reaching their peak as they got
older.

	Rachel quickly explained about her story and
how she had come to the reunion for it.  She added
that she had been surprised at how nice everyone had
been to her, seeing as how she was really not part of
the in-crowd back in their school days.

	"It's good to see you though,"  Rachel said,
remembering that Kelly had been the only friend from
school who had attended her mother's funeral.

	"Well just don't say that too loud around some
of these people,"  Kelly said with a strong touch of
animosity in her voice.  "Because they might have a
real sudden change of heart about you.  Guilt by
association, that sort of thing."

	"And what exactly are you guilty of?"  Rachel
asked.

	Kelly took what seemed like a long time before
answering.  Her reply, when it came, was somewhat
cryptic.

	"Being different I guess," she said.

	"I don't understand,"  Rachel replied.

	"Look, my coming to this glorified sock hop was
a mistake and I was just about to leave,"  Kelly said.
"I really need a drink of something a little stronger
than what they poured into the punch bowl.  Why not
come with me and have a drink.  I'll tell you all about
my scandalous behavior."

	The party had already begun to wind down and,
to put it mildly, Rachel was really intrigued by the
mystery.  She agreed and as per Kelly's request, gave
her a five-minute head start and then, after saying a
few good-byes, followed her out the door.

			-=-=-=-

	It actually took until the third drink before
Kelly loosened up enough to tell her story.  They had
driven to Parson's Bar out by the county line.  Not the
sort of place you'd find the upper class of East
Monroe, but the kind of bar where all they cared
about was that you paid for your drinks up front.

	"Did you see David Burke back at the reunion?"
the long haired blond said after her empty glass hit
the table.

	Rachel had to think a moment to put a face to
the name, then remembered the heavyset manager of
the multiplex theater who had said a quick hello to
her.  She nodded to Kelly that she had seen him.

	"Good old Dave, another fine upstanding
member of the community,"  Kelly said sarcastically.
"Well I don't know if he mentioned it, but Dave split
up recently with his wife of seven years.  It seems
that the mother of his three kids wasn't really
satisfying his needs.  So to make up for her
deficiencies, Dave had been taking time off during the
matinees to screw the twenty year old who worked
behind the snack bar."

	Rachel took it in but didn't comment.  Things
like that happened both in big cities and small towns.

	"So Dave, who's screwing the hired help is
welcomed at the reunion, while I'm treated like I was
taking on truckers five at a time.  But then again,
Dave is one of the guys so that makes it okay."

	It was obvious to Rachel that Kelly had an
affair, or at least had been caught screwing someone
other than her husband.  Yet, even in a small town like
East Monroe, something like that shouldn't generate a
reaction like Kelly described.

	"Oh God,"  Rachel thought, "could it have been
someone underage?"

	Back in Frisco, there had been a woman in her
apartment building that got busted for having sex
with minors.  In her mid 60's, the woman had
reminded Rachel of the woman who played the Aunt on
that old TV show on cable about the small town
sheriff.  Who would've ever thought the grandmother
was screwing half the teenage boys on the block.  It
took a lot to make a scandal in San Francisco, but that
had done it.  Rachel could only imagine how something
like that would play out here.

	"Donna Franklin was there too,"  Kelly said,  "I
know you remember Donna."

	Rachel nodded that she did.  Donna had also
been on the Student Council with Kelly.

	"She finally married Clark Lange, whose father
you might remember was the minister at Blessed
Heart, as well as being part of the Lange's who owned
the drug store.  Of course old Clark never would've
walked down the aisle with her if she hadn't been able
to swear on a stack of bibles that she was a virgin and
that no man had passed between her pearly gates.
Well it was a good thing he didn't ask her to also
swear that no man had ever had his cock in her mouth
as well.  Donna might've had a little problem with
that, giving the rather large number that had."

	That little piece of knowledge greatly surprised
Rachel.  Back in school, Donna was always going on
about how she was going to save herself for marriage.
Sometimes to the point of being obnoxious, looking
down on those who didn't value it as highly as she
professed to.  Evidently, she agreed with the former
President in what actually defined sexual relations.

	"But I guess it was okay for Dave and Donna for
another reason,"  Kelly was still going on, even though
Rachel had become distracted by what she'd just
been told.  "At least they were doing it with the right
sex."

	"What?"  Rachel said, realizing she had just
missed something.

	"No, you heard right,"  Kelly said, not knowing
that her friend hadn't heard at all.  "When Tom came
home unexpectedly from a hunting trip with the boys,
he walked right in on me and Susan."

	"Susan?"  Rachel repeated.

	"Susan Lauro, she was a few years older than us
and a waitress at the Golden Dove diner,"  she
explained.  "You didn't know her.  She moved here
after you left and took off after the story got all
over town."

	"You were having sex with another woman?"
Rachel asked, just to be sure that the few drinks
they'd both put away hadn't distorted what she had
heard.

	"Yes,"  Kelly said, "so feel free to express the
disgust that almost everyone else in town that knows
seems to have."

	"Was this a one time thing or have you always
been attracted to other women?"  Rachel asked
instead, thinking that disgust was the last thing she
would find in the situation.

	"Well it would be easy to say it was a one time
thing,"  Kelly answered.  "That it sort of just
happened, that maybe I was drunk and things got out
of hand.  That's the answer I think I'd tell other
people if they cared enough to ask.  But you were my
friend and you haven't suddenly felt an urge to run
away least I contaminate you, so I'll give you an
honest answer."

	Rachel was now hanging on every word, glad
that they had taken a booth in the back of the bar
where no one else could hear.

	"The honest answer is that I've felt attracted
to other women since back in high school,"  Kelly said,
the sense of relief in the way she said it suggesting
that it was the first time she had actually said it  to
anyone.  "It wasn't something I could deal with so I
just buried what I was feeling and made sure no one
would ever even think that I had feelings like that.
Could you imagine how the girls in our class would've
reacted if they knew that I was getting turned on
looking at them in the locker room and showers?"

	"I think I could,"  Rachel said softly, but now it
was Kelly who really wasn't listening.

	"It got so that I'd rather have a reputation as
a slut than people thinking I was a dyke,"  she added.

	Thinking back, Rachel remembered that there
was a short period during junior year during which
Kelly was the topic of a considerable amount of?
conversation in the boy's locker room.  Her brother,
Chip, only a year older than Rachel, had told her that
her friend was beginning to acquire a reputation as
being pretty easy.  He had been considerate enough to
leave out the fact that it was a subject that he had
first hand knowledge of.  Rachel remembered the
conversation quite clearly because, despite the fact
that neither of the girls having been virgins, it had
been such a sudden change in the way the seventeen
year old normally acted around guys.

	The locker room stories and  Kelly's exploits
with other guys abruptly ended when she started
dating Tom Ryan.  Now Rachel understood why.  No
one was ever going to think that the girl who was
sleeping with the Team Captain was more interested in
her fellow cheerleaders.

	"In fact,"  Kelly said as she brought her story
to a close,  "I even had the biggest crush on you.  I
was so afraid that you were going to catch me staring
at you one day."

	With that, Rachel suddenly lost it and began to
laugh loudly enough for people in the front of the bar
to hear her.  Her reaction was definitely not what
Kelly had expected.

	"I didn't think it was that funny,"  Kelly said,
her tone reflecting a realization that maybe Rachel
wasn't all that different than her other one time
friends after all.

	"Oh yes it is,"  Rachel replied, barely able to
get out the words because she was laughing so hard.
"You have no idea how funny it really is."

	Anything Rachel said after that fell on deaf
ears as Kelly grabbed her bag and got up to leave.
The last thing the blond haired woman needed was yet
another ignorant asshole that found her life a subject
of amusement.

	"Kelly wait,"  Rachel said, regaining control of
herself when she saw her old friend stand up and
start to leave.

	It was only the press of Rachel's hand around
her wrist as the newspaper reporter attempted to
physically stop her that made Kelly pause.  But it was
a pause that only lasted long enough for Rachel to get
in a few more words.

	"Kelly, I wasn't laughing at you,"  she quickly
said.  "Believe me, that's the last thing that I'd ever
do.  Just give me a minute to explain and I'm sure
you'll understand."

	"You've got thirty seconds," a now angry Kelly
said, pulling her arm away.

	"Kelly," Rachel simply said,  "I'm gay."

	Kelly froze in mid-motion.  She looked at Rachel
for a long moment, then sat back down without saying
another word.

	"That's why I found what you said so funny,"
Rachel quickly went on.  "You were so worried that I
was going to notice that you were checking me out,
and I spent half my time doing the same thing."

	"Oh my God!"  Kelly said as it all finally  hit her.
"You and I were both ..."

	"It seems so,"  Rachel said, completing Kelly's
thought.  "Although it seems that neither of us knew
it at the time."

	"It seems like such a waste,"  Kelly said.

	"A waste?"  Rachel repeated.

	"That we didn't know,"  Kelly replied.  "Our lives
could've been so different."

	"I suppose,"  Rachel said as she looked deep into
Kelly's blue eyes, knowing that she was imagining just
what that life might've been like.

	"Do you have ..."  Kelly started to ask, then
rephrased her question.  "Are you with someone now?"

	"No, not really,"  Rachel answered. "I guess my
social life has been taking a back seat to my career
for a while now."

	No sooner did Rachel answer one question, then
Kelly asked another.  She seemed quite curious about
life back in San Francisco, especially the fact that
her friend had come out a few years back and no one
seemed to care.

	"You're life sounds great,"  Kelly said as Rachel
answered her last question.

	"Well like anything else, it has its ups and
downs,"  Rachel replied.

	"Well at least it's better than anything you
would've had around here,"  Kelly added, emphasizing
her point with a wave of her hand in the direction of
the town beyond.

	The broad motion caused Rachel to look up and
take note that the two of them had become a center
of attention to some of the other patrons.  They
might not have been close enough to hear the topic of
their discussion, but it was pretty obvious that at one
point they were having some sort of disagreement.
The chance of that discord turning physical, a not
uncommon occurrence in the bar, was enough to hold
their interest.

	"Why don't we get out of here?"  Rachel
suggested as she drew Kelly's attention to their
audience.

	"I think that's a good idea,"  Kelly agreed.

			-=-=-=-


	Once back in Rachel's rented car, the two
decided that the reporter's room at the Holiday Inn
out by the Interstate would be a lot more private
than going back to the room at the boarding house
where Kelly had been living since Tom had thrown her
out.

	The boarding house was in walking distance, but
it was almost a given, Kelly said, that if they went
there, it would be all over town by morning that she'd
had another woman in her room.  That the woman was
an old friend that she'd met at the Reunion was a fact
that she was equally sure would be left out of the
gossip.

	"Nice,"  Kelly said as she looked around the?
room as Rachel locked the door behind them.  "I wish
I could afford a place like this.  My place is really a
dump, but it's the best I can do right now."

	"Well the paper's actually picking up the tab
for this,"  Rachel said, even though she could easily
afford the room on her own if she had to.

	"It even has a little kitchenette,"  Kelly said,
making reference to the microwave, mini-refrigerator
and coffee maker.

	"Would you like some coffee?"  Rachel asked,
thinking that they'd had enough to drink for the
night.

	"That wouldn't be a bad idea,"  Kelly said,
thinking pretty much the same thing.

	As the brunette poured water into the coffee
maker, they continued the conversation they'd begun
at the bar.  This time, it centered on Kelly's plans for
the future.

	"Well, Tom and I are getting a divorce of
course,"  she said as Rachel returned and sat down
next to her on the couch with the coffee.  "Actually,
he's not being the prick about it that some men might
be considering the circumstances.  I can imagine some
husbands taking the fact that their wife preferred
another woman over them as enough of a blow to their
masculinity as to want to have some kind of revenge.
Thankfully, we didn't have kids to fight over, and he's
willing to split everything right down the middle."

	"I guess he didn't want the details of the
divorce to become public record,"  Rachel suggested.
"At least more than they already have."

	"I considered that too,"  Kelly said, thankful for
the strong coffee's effect,  "and to be honest, I
agree with him on that.  It's not like I had an affair
because he was a bastard or anything.  I don't want to
see him hurt because of my mistake."

	"Being attracted to other women isn't a
mistake,"  Rachel said,  "despite what some people
think."

	"The mistake I was referring to was marrying
him in the first place, knowing that I really wasn't
attracted to him in the way a wife should be,"  Kelly
clarified.  "If I didn't have the courage to live my life
out in the open the way you did, then I should've at
least had enough to say no when he proposed."

	"Well I think you should be concentrating on
the future and not the past,"  Rachel said.  "After all,
what was done certainly can't be undone."

	"Some things can,"  Kelly said, putting the
coffee cup down and turning to face Rachel.

	Rachel looked into her friend's eyes and saw
her mind.  Further words weren't needed to
understand what she meant.  If she could trade places
with Kelly for a moment, she would see the same
things in her own brown eyes.

	Still silent, Rachel put her own cup and saucer
down next to its twin, then brought her hands up to
the sides of Kelly's face.  Softly, she stroked back
the long blond strands that had fallen in disarray, her
fingers continuing downward to caress the blonde's
lips.

	Kelly gently kissed Rachel's fingers, taking
them one at a time into her mouth as well.  Then,
after reaching out to stroke her friend's darker and
much shorter hair, she leaned forward and kissed her
on the lips.

	The kiss was short and ever so soft, to be
repeated again and again.  It was the fulfillment of
many youthful nights' dreams for both of them.  As
their tongues glided into each other's mouth, Kelly
cupped Rachel's breasts with both her hands, her
thumbs pressing against the hardness of the thick
nipples through her dress.

	"Rachel ... I ...,"  she started to say hesitantly
as their lips parted.

	"I know,"  Rachel replied, acknowledging that
she felt the same way.

	Neither woman was the type to just jump into
bed with someone on their first date, not that tonight
could really be called a date at all.  Still, they had a
decade-old desire that they both shared.  A longing
that, up until a few hours ago, each thought was hers
alone.

	"We can't,"  Kelly said, trying to think with her
head and not her heart.  "could we?"

	"Why not?"  Rachel asked in return, a wide
smile filling her face.

	Why not indeed, the equally broad grin that now
filled Kelly's face seemed to say.

	Their lips met again, this time with more
passion as the years since they were teenage girls
faded away and the fires of youthful lust returned.
Now their hands knew no hesitation as they explored
the softness of each other's body, undoing the snaps
and buttons that held dresses tight against their skin.

	Rachel's dress came with a built in bra so as it
came loose, Kelly was rewarded  with a close up view
of the breasts beneath.  Her eyes were immediately
drawn to the dark pink nipples she admired many
times in the showers. An admiration that was quickly
transformed into action as her hands pressed against
the soft globes, their warmth sending a burst of
excitement all through her.

	Rachel was no less eager to undress Kelly, but
once she had likewise undid the top of the blue dress
her friend wore, she let it just hang loose rather than
try to slide it off.  It was enough for her just to be
able to look down at the blonde's larger mounds, held
in place by an equally blue bra.

	Kelly meanwhile, despite being the more
inexperienced of the two, couldn't wait to taste
Rachel's flesh.  Bringing her mouth down to breast
level, she closed her lips around the thick nipples she
had felt earlier, her tongue painting them with a warm
wetness.

	"Oh yes,"  Rachel moaned encouragingly and
stroking the back of the blonde's head as Kelly drew
her deep inside.  "That is so very nice."

	How many times had she laid awake at night in
her mother's house, dreaming what it would be like to
have Kelly do exactly what she was now, Rachel asked
herself.  Probably just as many times as she had
imagined what it would be like to do the same to her.
She hoped the reality of that dream would be as
satisfying as the first was proving to be.

	Ten minutes later, Kelly still had her face
buried deep in the valley between the brunette's
breasts, but Rachel had waited as long as she could.  A
practiced hand undid the clasps of Kelly's strapless
bra, causing it to fall to the floor.  The nipples that
filled the center of her mounds were smaller than her
own, but no less inviting.  It was impossible for her to
bring her mouth to them the way they were entangled,
so for the moment, her hands would have to do.

	Rachel could feel the heat of Kelly's flesh as
she cradled one in each hand.  They were all she had
remembered them to be.  How she had envied Tom
Ryan and all those other boys who had been able to
play with them back in high school.  Yet it was an envy
that was now gone as she knew no man would ever
touch them again the way she was at this moment.

	As occupied as she was with Rachel's breasts,
such was the brunette's dexterity that Kelly couldn't
ignore the pleasure her hands now brought.  Rachel
took advantage of the pause to shift their positions to
where she could now bring her mouth into play.

	The effect on Kelly was instantaneous, as was
her reaction.  Boys had become interested in her large
breasts almost from the day she began to develop and
without exception, every boy she had dated couldn't
wait to get his hands, or more eagerly their mouths on
them.  Yet, despite the number of them who had done
both, none had ever come close to the feelings that
Rachel now produced.  Not even Susan had done as
well and from what she had told Kelly, she'd slept
with dozens of women before her.

	Rachel was elated to discover that the second
aspect of her fantasies was as satisfying as the first.
The hardness of Kelly's nipples in her mouth was
exactly as she had imagined it and she was filled with
unbounded enthusiasm as she sucked on them.  An
action that was sending Kelly more and more into a
carnal frenzy.

	Even as she feasted on the bounty of Kelly's
mounds, Rachel slid her hands down the blue dress and
brought them back under its hem.  Her fingers glided
beneath the thin material of the blonde's panties,
squeezing the ripe flesh beneath.  The explorations
continued and they moved between Kelly's legs and
caressed the golden bush beyond.

	"Oh God!"  Kelly gasped as she felt Rachel
brush against her most private place.

	Yet that sensation was nothing as compared to
that which filled Kelly a few moments later as Rachel
moved her fingers deep within her.  With practiced
skill, she manipulated the excited tip of Kelly's
clitoris, sending tiny bolts of lightning across her
body.

	Faster and faster Rachel's fingers moved,
raising Kelly's level of excitement by leaps and
bounds.  In no time at all, the hometown girl stood on
the precipice.

	"Oh God, Rachel,"  Kelly repeated,  "I'm going
to come."

	That was all Rachel needed to hear.  Never in
her life had she wanted to bring anyone off as much
as she wanted to do Kelly.  Pulling the blonde's panties
out of the way, Rachel dropped down and spreading
Kelly's legs apart, added her tongue to the mix.

	"AAAAAAAA!"  Kelly cried out as Rachel
attacked her prize like a bear with honey.

	One last thrust of her tongue against Kelly's
button was enough to send her over the edge.  Her
body shuddered as Rachel continued to probe deep
inside her, partaking of all of her delights.  So drained
was Kelly, that without her friend's support, she
might've toppled over.

			-=-=-=-

	"That was totally amazing,"  Kelly said a few
minutes later as enough strength finally returned to
her legs that she could stand on her own.  "It made me
really wish we'd known about each other back in
school?"

	"What would you have done differently?"
Rachel asked as she caught her own breath, her
curiosity suddenly sparked.

	"I'm not sure,"  Kelly replied, caught off guard
by the question.  "but I'm sure the showers after gym
would certainly have been more interesting."

	"Well, I always thought they were interesting?
enough as they were,"  Rachel smiled, remembering
the naked images of so many of their classmates.

	"Well, that's true,"  Kelly agreed as she
recalled some of those same memories.

	"And it just so happens,"  Rachel laughed softly
as she went on,  "the bathroom here has a shower
stall.  It's not as large as the one over at East Monroe
High of course, but I'm pretty sure there's room for
two."

	Kelly's eyes lit up as the observation filled her
with a sudden renewal of energy.  She leaned over and
kissed Rachel one more time, then practically jumped
to her feet.

	"So what are we waiting for?"  She asked as
she reached back to take Rachel's hand.?

	"Obviously me,"  Rachel replied as she took her
friend's hand and followed her to the bathroom.

	It took a few minutes for the water in the small
shower to reach a comfortable temperature, but it
was time the two women used to rid themselves of the
remainder of their clothing, tossing their dresses and
undergarments out into room beyond to keep them
dry.

	The small cloud of steam that began to fill the
room signaled that the shower was ready and Kelly,
quickly followed by Rachel, stepped into the stall.  The
reporter had been right when she said the shower had
room for two, but just barely.  Still, they were hardly
about to complain about being pressed tight against
each other.

	Standing behind Kelly, Rachel filled her hand
with liquid soap from the container attached to the
wall.  Then she proceeded to rub it all over the other
woman's body, leaving a trail of bubbles in her wake.
Closing her eyes to enjoy the touch of her friend's
hands, Kelly let out a loud sigh as Rachel grabbed both
of the blonde's larger breasts and squeezed them,
rubbing her fingers hard against the erect nipples.

	"Oh baby,"  she moaned once more as she and
Rachel changed positions and she reached for the
soap as well.

	After covering every inch of Rachel's flesh
that she could reach, Kelly turned her friend totally
around and pressed their mounds together, her nipples
now caressing the brunette's.  Back and forth their
bodies moved, flesh against flesh as they occasionally
took a moment to kiss both each other's mouths as
well as lick the wet skin of their breasts.

	As they did, both women reached down and ran
a free hand between the other's legs.  The downpour
invitation to the celebration a few weeks
t had
covered them only minutes before, and each of their
now clean fingers reached out to explore the sex of
the other.  An action that further added to the verbal
encouragement that spilled from each other's lips.

	Of the two of them, Rachel was the more
experienced lover but it was Kelly who seemed the
more aggressive at this moment.  Slipping out of
Rachel's embrace, she slid down until her knees were
resting on the tile floor.  Taking advantage of the
extra room now available, Rachel lifted her left leg
and braced it against the shower door.  Both hands
reached up and took hold of the showerhead, helping
to keep her balance.  She might've looked funny to an
observer, but her position gave Kelly much better
access to the prize it was obvious she was seeking.

	Kelly had earlier told Rachel that Susan had
been her first and only lover.  If that was indeed the
case, then Rachel found herself regretting that she
never had the chance to actually meet her.  Whatever
else the waitress from the Golden Dove might've
been, she was one hell of a teacher.  Either that, or
Kelly was the most naturally skilled cunnilingist that
Rachel had ever met.

	Simply saying that her tongue was magic
seemed such an understatement, Rachel thought.  It
was everywhere at once, hitting every sensitive spot
of her womanhood.  Each touch added to a building
wave of ecstasy that was already causing her body to
tremble.

	"Kel ... ly,"  was all Rachel managed to say as the
last dam of resistance shuddered and broke, sending
her over the edge with the force of a barrel rider
going over a waterfall.

	As Rachel had done to her in the other room,
Kelly held the standing woman tightly, drinking deep
of the fruits of her labor.  Even mixed with the
steady stream of water, it was a wonderful ambrosia.
A feast she had dreamed about for half of her life.

	"Oh God, Kel,"  Rachel said as she regained
control of herself, even more drained than Kelly had
been earlier.  "If we had done this in high school, I
never would've left East Monroe."

	The compliment brought a surge of joy to Kelly
as she slowly managed to work her way back to her
feet.  Despite what Susan had told her many times
about the pleasure she brought to the older woman,
the blond had never really been able to believe her.
If Rachel had felt the same way, then she guessed it
had been true after all.

	Shutting the water off, the two stepped out of
the shower.  Rachel took the large, oversized, bath
towel off the bar on the wall and wrapped it around
the two of them.  Holding each other tight, their lips
met one more time.

	They took their time drying each other off.
Then, still naked, they walked back into the other
room and climbed under the covers together.  There,
in each other's arms, they drifted off to sleep.

			-=-=-=-

	A few hours later, they awoke, still in each
other's embrace.  They just smiled at each other for
a few moments, each almost afraid to say anything
least they break the magic of the moment.  Finally,
Rachel had to say what was on her mind.

	"Kelly, can I ask you a question?"  Rachel said.

	"You can ask me anything,"  Kelly beamed, still
basking in the afterglow of her lovemaking.

	"Why are you still here?"

	"Excuse me?"  Kelly said, not really sure what
her friend meant by that.

	"I asked, what are you still doing here?" Rachel
repeated.

	"I thought I was welcome,"  she replied
somewhat defensively, now breaking their embrace
and sitting up in the bed.  "I didn't think that you
wanted me out of here the minute we were done."

	"Damn,"  Rachel said, sitting up as well.  "I'd
forgotten how quick you used to jump to the wrong
conclusion when people said something to you."

	On the edge of the bed, Kelly silently chided
herself for her long time habit.  It had caused her to
overreact in the bar earlier tonight as well.

	"What I meant,"  Rachel went on to explain as
she moved closer to Kelly, "is what are you still doing
here in East Monroe.  You yourself said that you really
have no future here."

	Kelly didn't have an easy answer.  That was a
question she'd asked herself a number of times over
the last few months.

	"You're smart, you have a business degree, and
even if its from the local college, it still counts for
something."  Rachel continued.  "If you moved
someplace like Los Angeles or San Francisco, I know
you'd be able to make a pretty good go of it."

	"You did make San Francisco sound pretty nice,"
Kelly replied.

	She didn't want to mention the fact that there
had been times when she did consider leaving their
hometown, but could never find the strength to go,
leaving everything she had known all of her life
behind.  That despite the fact that she had no
illusions of rebuilding her life here.

	"It is pretty nice," Rachel said in response to
Kelly's comment,  "but I wanted to point out that
there are a lot of places you could go, not just where
I live."

	"You wouldn't want me there?" she asked, a
hurt look on her face.

	"Of course I'd love it if you were there,"
Rachel said,  "but we both have to understand that
the last few hours to the contrary, we don't have a
relationship."

	"I understand that."

	"Which is not to say that it's not a future
possibility,"  Rachel added.  "That's something that
we have to wait and see what developed."

	The answer brought a smile to Kelly's face.

	"So if you wanted to come to San Francisco,
you'd come there as my friend,"  Rachel finished.  "A
friend who would be more than welcome to stay with
me while she gets herself organized."

	"Can I ask a question now?"  Kelly interjected.

	"Oh course,"  Rachel smiled.

	"If I do decide to come to San Francisco, and it
would be as your friend only, we don't have to leave
right this minute, do we?"

	"Of course not,"  Rachel replied, thinking it a
strange question to ask.

	"Then in that case,"  Kelly said as she crawled
on all fours to where Rachel sat, "can we make believe
that it's 1992 again?"

	Rachel's reply vanished in the press of Kelly's
lips as the blond pressed her down against the bed
and climbed on top of her.  Her brief thought before
she began to respond to her friend's entreaty was
that it certainly had turned out to be one hell of a
reunion after all.

END

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