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Date: Sat,  7 Sep 2002 15:10:05 -0400
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	Partners
	by Ann Douglas

	"God, that feels good," Paulette Nichols thought to herself
as she stepped under the shower and washed off the thin film of
sweat that had covered her body during her just completed
workout.

	The five-foot four brunette couldn't remember the last
time she'd been so sore and tired after using the ambulance
company's small gym.  The reason for her fatigue though, was as
near as the next stall.  The long-haired blond a few feet away was
half a foot taller and eleven years younger than Paulette, to say
nothing of being twenty pounds lighter.  It was trying to keep up
with the new trainee that had exhausted the paramedic so.

	Greer Slater had worked at Pierce and McIntyre, more
commonly known as P & M, for almost a year now and was only a
month away from finishing her probation period.  In that time, she
had become pretty good friends with Paulette.  Despite the
difference in their ages and lifestyles, they each looked forward
to the days when the duty rotation called for them to be teamed
up.

	Paulette was the mother of two sons.  One now twelve, and
the other four.  They were the only good things to come out of a
failed marriage.  Unfortunately, her ex-husband had wound up with
custody of both after the divorce.  She'd had the misfortune of
winding up with a judge who took a dim view of a wife who replaced
her husband in her bed while they were still married.

	In retrospect, she realized that it had been a mistake,
especially since that relationship had gone to hell soon after the
divorce as well.  The only positive thing about the whole situation
was that her sons were happy and living well, and regardless of
what she had done, her ex never stopped her from seeing the boys
whenever she wanted.

	With no one really special in her life at the moment, and her
sons spending the month with their grandparents down in Florida,
Paulette had promised herself that this was the summer she would
finally lose those few extra pounds and get back into shape.

	It had been a losing battle that she had been fighting since
before her first pregnancy.  She'd made the mistake of mentioning
her desire to Greer, who had taken it as her personal mission to
see that her friend reached that goal.  Where they once spent
free time after a shift shopping together, they now spent at least
part of it in the company gym.

	They were workouts that the trainee hardly needed, but she
pursued with a vengeance nevertheless.  Greer was the kind of
woman that men drooled over, tall and slim, with a bust that drew
immediate attention whenever she walked into the room.  She
always seemed to have a string of boyfriends, but that didn't
prevent most of the men in the office from making fools of
themselves over her.

	"I'll meet you outside,"  Greer said as she shut off the
water and reached for her towel on the small hook outside of the
stall.

	"Okay,"  Paulette said as she glanced over her shoulder.  "I'll
be along in a few minutes."

	"No problem,"  Greer smiled as, without even bothering to
wrap the towel around her, she walked naked out of the shower and
into the locker room.

	It was a good ten minutes before Paulette, who definitely
took the time to cover herself, followed into the small locker room
that had been set aside for female employees .  Greer had already
dressed and was probably waiting back in the gym area.  Quickly
putting on a fresh blouse and slacks, the short haired brunette
went off to catch up with her friend.

	Sure enough, Greer was standing off on the sidelines of the
converted garage, watching another of the paramedics go through
her gymnastics routine.  Kelly Jones was about Paulette's age, but
in much better shape.  In fact, she was in just as good shape as
Greer.

	The eyes of those men also in the gym were also on Kelly.  It
was hard to miss her in the tight spandex pants and tank top she
wore.  Like Greer, she liked to wear as little as possible when she
was working out, much to the delight of the mostly male audience.

	Of the six ambulance services that operated across the
county under contract to the State Hospital Corp, P & M was the
smallest with about thirty employees.  It made both for a close
knit group, and an interesting mix as well.  Partly as the result of a
female owner, women made up a third of the work force.

	"She's really good, isn't she?"  Paulette commented as she
stepped up next to Greer and watched Kelly finish up the last of
her routine.

	She remembered the dark skinned girl once mentioning that
she had been on the gymnastics team in school and had even won a
few awards in competition.  An injury had ruined her chances to
take it further, not that you could tell from the way she moved.

	"She sure is,"  Greer said, not taking her eyes off Kelly for a
moment.  "And have you ever seen such a perfect ass?"  the
younger woman added unexpectedly.

	The question took Paulette by surprise, but she still found
herself automatically taking a look at the body part in question.
She had to admit, it was a perfect ass.  Not that she had really
spent any time checking out the backsides of any of her
co-workers for comparison.  At least not the female ones.

	Some women did check out other women, if only to see how
they compared.  With a body like Greer had, Paulette assumed that
the younger woman fell into that category.  However, her next
words totally blew away that assumption.

	"Do you think she's straight?"  Greer asked in a voice only
loud enough for Paulette to hear.

	"What?"  she replied, sure she had heard the question
wrong.

	"Do you think I might have a chance with her,"  Greer
expanded, leaving no doubt as to her meaning.  "Or is she only into
guys?"

	The older woman had no idea what to say.  Up until that
moment, she would've assumed that Greer was only into men as
well.  In fact, it was her casual attitude about sex with men that
shocked Paulette the first time they'd had a discussion about it.

	While the brunette was as sexually active as any single
woman her age, she found the fact that Greer viewed oral sex as
just another part of making out and had no problem doing it on a
first date somewhat disturbing.  Had dating really changed in the
short time since she'd been Greer's age?

	"I think she has a boyfriend,"  Paulette finally said when she
realized that Greer's question hadn't been rhetorical.

	"That doesn't mean anything,"  Greer replied in turn.  "Some
women like a little variety in their lives."

	The statement, Paulette realized, said as much about Greer
as anyone else.

	"I don't think that applies to anyone who works here,"
Paulette said, thinking a moment after she said it that ten minutes
ago she thought it applied to Greer as well.

	"Oh I wouldn't be too sure of that,"  Greer said with a
knowing smile.

	Before Paulette could ask what she meant, the blond looked
down at her watch and said that she was running late for an
appointment.  To Paulette's disappointment, Greer wished her a
happy weekend and told her she'd catch up with her on Monday.

	Looking at her own watch after Greer had left, Paulette
decided that she had better get going as well.  She had a date with
Phil Larson, a man in the neighborhood she had been seeing.  He
was supposed to pick her up at eight and they were going out to a
movie.

				-=-=-=-=-

	The movie had been the latest comedy and Paulette enjoyed
it immensely.  With all the pain and suffering she encountered on
her job, one thing she appreciated was the chance to laugh.

	After the film they went to a small Italian restaurant for a
late night dinner.  The food, and the company were equally
entertaining.  Over the course of the meal, it occurred to her that
they were reaching a point where she soon had to give some serious
thought as to where, if anywhere,  this relationship was going.

	Phil was a really nice guy, two years older than her and
divorced as well.  She enjoyed his company when they went out, and
after their last date she had enjoyed his company when they'd
stayed in as well.  While not a terribly imaginative lover, he had
made her feel good.  At least better then she felt when left to her
own devices.

	After dinner, they found themselves back at the door to her
apartment and when Phil kissed her goodnight, Paulette felt his
hand on her left breast.  As the kiss deepened and he pressed
against her, she could also feel the hardness of his erection as
well.

	Since they had slept together the previous week, Phil had a
reasonable expectation that she would invite him in for a repeat
performance.  Yet the sexual aspect of their relationship was still
new enough for him not to take it for granted.

	"Phil,"  Paulette said as she broke their kiss and eased him
back just enough to put some space between their bodies,  "it's
been a really hard day and I'm pretty tired.  I think we should call
it a night."

	"Oh, okay,"  Phil said, trying to hide the disappointment in
his voice.

	Paulette caught the regret in his voice and considered
changing her mind for a moment.  At the very least, she could give
him a quick blow job and send him home happy.

	Then she thought better of the idea.  If this relationship
did go anywhere, she didn't want it to fall into a pattern of dinner,
a movie, and a trip back to her apartment for a late night fuck.

	So instead she have him another kiss goodnight, pressing her
tongue deep into his mouth and let him feel her up again.  Then she
sent him on his way, sure that he'd be taking care of his hard-on
before he went to bed.  As she opened the door and stepped inside
her apartment, Paulette wondered if he would be thinking of her
when he did.

				-=-=-=-=-

	Paulette used the cool night to catch up on her sleep and
didn't wake up until mid-morning.  After a leisurely breakfast, she
picked up the pile of mail that had accumulated the last week and
started to sort through it.

	Ten minutes later, she dropped the stack of envelopes back
onto her work desk.  Her mind kept wandering too much for her to
concentrate on it.

	Curiosity had taken hold and Paulette couldn't get that brief
conversation with Greer yesterday out of her mind.  The revelation
that her friend was bisexual would've been a surprise in of itself,
but her statement that someone else she worked with was also had
been stunning.

	It wasn't even so much Greer's words as the look on her
face as she said them.  Paulette had seen that expression before.
If there was another woman at P & M that was into women, Greer
knew it from first hand knowledge.

	It wasn't that Paulette thought the possibility detrimental
in any way.  After all, she believed everyone was entitled to live
their own life however they pleased.  It was just that she found
the possibility so fascinating.

	Picking up her copy of the company roster from another
cubbyhole, she began to consider the possibilities.  There were ten
women at P & M,  eight when you eliminated Greer and herself.
She also figured that she could eliminate Kelly as well since the
question about her sexuality was what started it all in the first
place.  That left seven to pick from.

	"Hmmm,"  Paulette hummed as she wondered which of her
co-workers swung both ways.  "Who could it be?"

	The problem was, it wasn't like the woman in question went
around wearing a sign.  In fact, Paulette would've had to be pretty
naive to think that there was any physical characteristics she
could look for that would tell her which woman had gotten to know
Greer a lot more intimately than she ever did.  No, if there was a
clue it had to be in their actions.

	Based on sexual morals, or the lack of them, the most
obvious candidate would have to be Stacy Moskowitz.  The
twenty-nine year old redhead had, up to thirteen months ago,
worked for the number one service, Anderson & O'Dea.  She had
been fired after Mr. O'Dea had come into the office one night on
the late shift to retrieve some papers he'd forgotten to take
home.

	The sixty-two year old had been surprised to find the door
to his private office unlocked, and even more surprised to find
Stacy inside and on her knees in front of one of the new trainees.
The young man had his pants down around his ankles and his cock
deep in the senior EMT's mouth.

	The owner, who sat on the board of Saint Andrew's Church,
was totally speechless.  Not so Stacy who let the young man's
member slip from her mouth and told her boss that she was a little
busy at the moment, but if he wanted to come back in a half hour
or so, she'd be happy to take care of him too.  It had taken her
less time than that to clean out her locker.

	Janet McIntrye, who owned Pierce and McIntyre, didn't
hesitate a single day to offer the fired worker a job.  Her sexual
habits, as far as Janet was concerned were no one's business but
Stacy's and mattered little when measured against the fact that
the paramedic, who had served as a medic in the Israeli Defense
Force when younger, was the best EMT at a crash site Janet had
ever seen.  Since she had crossed over to P & M, Paulette knew of
at least six male employees who also knew a few other things that
Stacy was considered the best at.

	Since Janet McIntyre was in her mind, Paulette had to
consider the idea that she could be the one as well.  The only
disqualification she could thing of was that Janet was almost old
enough to be Greer's grandmother.  Still, that turned on some
people.  Paulette had a girlfriend who married a man older than her
father.  It stood to reason that a bisexual woman could be
attracted to someone older as well.

	Janet McIntyre had been married twice, having outlived
both of her husbands.  The first of which had been her partner,
Ben Pierce.  Now she was at an age where she only wanted
relationships that didn't interfere with the way she lived her life.

	  Heather Willis was the next name on the list.  In her late
thirties, the heavy set woman had been the office clerk for the
last four years, handling payroll, billing and the like.  Single, she
was an incorrigible flirt and Paulette couldn't remember a single
day that the dark haired woman hadn't gone braless.  This despite
the fact that her breasts were both large and heavy.  In fact, she
seemed to go out of her way to wear outfits that were either low
cut or tight enough to give everyone a very good look at her
endowments.  Despite that, Paulette had never heard of anything
ever happening between Heather and anyone else in the office.

	The same couldn't be said of Maria Hernandez.  One of
three married woman in the office, the other two being Cynthia
Ford and Faith Rosenberg, Maria was the only one of them who
made no secret of the fact that her union wasn't a happy one.
That Maria was having an affair with Kirby Marshall, another EMT,
was pretty much an open secret.  The two of them took every
opportunity they could get to get horizontal.  That Kirby was also
married didn't even seem to enter into the equation.

	Getting back to Cynthia and Faith, both were faithful to
their marriage vows in every way, or as far as Paulette could tell
from what she knew of the two of them.  Yet when she thought
about that, it really wasn't all that much.  The two of them could
be gang banging the rest of the staff and she'd never know it.

	The last woman on the roster was Kim Lee, who was also the
youngest next to Greer.  The twenty-three year old Chinese woman
seemed to have no interest in anything except work.  She had plans
to one day become a doctor, but had taken two years off from
school for some real life experience.  If all went according to plan,
she would be leaving in the fall to go back to school.  Considering
how single minded Kim was, Paulette had no doubt that she would
reach that goal.

	Her own immediate goal, however, looked like it was going to
fall short.  As interesting as her conjecture had been, it had
gotten her absolutely nowhere.  The only way she was going to
satisfy her curiosity was if she could get Greer to tell her who in
the office she had slept with.

				-=-=-=-=-

	Putting her curiosity behind her, Paulette carried the
breakfast dishes into the kitchen, dropping them into the
dishwasher.  Then she headed into the bathroom and bedroom
where she quickly showered and dressed.  It was her first weekend
off in over a month and she promised herself that she would take
advantage of it.  A nice walk along Mullany Street where they held
the flea markets sounded just about right.

	She was just about to head out the door when the phone
rang.  With one foot already in the hall, she was tempted just to
let it ring.  Then she admitted to herself that she knew she would
spend the rest of the day wondering who it might've been.  Hoping
it didn't turn out to be some annoying telemarketer, she stepped
back into the apartment and picked up the phone.  It didn't take
ten seconds for Paulette to regret not having listened to her first
impulse.

	"Paulette, I'm so glad I was able to catch you,"  the highly
recognizable voice of Janet McIntyre said through the receiver.
"I beeped you twice but something must be wrong with your
pager."

	There was nothing wrong with Paulette's pager.  Despite the
insistence of P & M that their employees wear them all the time,
the brunette refused to do so.  Her days off were just that and
the minute she got home the beeper was tossed aside.

	"What can I do for you, Janet?"  she asked, hoping that she
had just forgotten to fill out some form.

	"I just got a call from Kirby Marshall,"  Janet said, causing
the hairs on the back of Paulette's neck to stand on end.  "He's not
feeling well and won't be in for his shift tonight.  It must be some
kind of bug going around because Maria called in last night with the
same symptoms."

	"I'll just bet they're sick,"  Paulette immediately thought.
"More likely one or both of their spouses are away for the weekend
and they decided it would be a good time to shack up somewhere."

	"So I'm left with one less crew for tonight,"  Janet
continued,  "and with the number of people we have on vacation
this week, I'm really in a bind."

	Paulette, like all the employees of P & M knew that the
contract with the State called for them to field a certain number
of units every shift.  If they didn't, the contract could be canceled
and they'd all be out of a job.  Twice already this summer they had
received fines for not having the minimum requirement.  Some of
the bigger firms had no problem keeping tabs on the competition
and turning them into the state regulator, knowing that they'd
pick up additional business if the smaller outfit folded.

	"Who am I going to be riding with?"  Paulette said in
resignation, knowing where the conversation was going and deciding
to cut right to the chase.

	"I'm still working on that,"  Janet replied,  "but I should
have someone by the time you come in."

	"Okay,"  Paulette simply said, thinking that the flea market
would have to wait for another day.

	"I really appreciate this, Paulette,"  Janet said as she
brought the brief conversation to a close.  "I'll make it up to you, I
promise."

	As Paulette hung up the phone, she knew that was a promise
that would never be kept.  By Monday morning, Janet would have
forgotten all about it and be faced with a whole new set of
problems in keeping P & M a going concern.  That was all right, she
told herself as she headed back into the bedroom to change into
working clothes.  She knew the pluses and minuses of this job when
she took it.

				-=-=-=-=-

	"I'm sorry you were the one Janet caught in her net,"  Jim
Parks said as Paulette stepped into the office for the keys to her
rig.  "I know you haven't had a weekend off in a while."

	"Those are the breaks,"  Paulette grinned as she lifted the
key ring off the wall.  "So who did she get to ride with me?"

	"Pete Lowery,"  Jim said, looking down at the sheet on his
clipboard as not to have to look her in the eye when he said it.

	"Fucking wonderful,"  Paulette said under her breath.

	If there was one person that exemplified the disadvantage
of working for the lowest ranked company, Pete Lowery was it.
The man was more than crude.  Bad enough that he took almost
every opportunity to brush up against a woman, if not actually put
his hands on some part of her body, the aging medic thought
women were always after him.

	"Guess I'd better make sure I have my pepper spray,"  she
said in a louder tone.

	Before Jim could comment on that, the office door opened
and a new arrival entered.

	"Well, it looks like Monday came a little early,"  she said.

	Paulette turned out and was surprised to find Greer standing
there in black jeans and the equally black leather jacket that she
wore on her motorcycle.  Under the jacket she had on a sleeveless,
white halter top that hugged her like a second skin.

	"What are you doing here?"  Paulette asked, knowing that
Greer had the weekend off as well.

	"The same thing that you're doing,"  Greer smiled, "making a
little overtime."

	Greer's unexpected arrival gave Paulette an idea.  She told
her to wait outside for a minute.  Once she was gone, the older
woman turned back to Jim and in her friendliest tone, asked who
Greer was riding with.  Just before she had turned, she had undone
the top two buttons of her blouse, giving a much clearer view of
her own not inconsiderable assets.

	"Sonny Smith,"  he said, his eyes immediately drawn to the
exposed flesh.

	"Jim, could you do me a big favor and switch her and
Lowery?"

	"You know Janet doesn't like me to change the rotations
around,"  he replied, his eyes never moving.

	"Well since we're both here on our day off, it's not really
part of the rotation,"  Paulette said as she pressed her case, as
well as her breasts up against the countertop, giving Jim a very
good look down her blouse.  She hated using tactics like this to get
something, but she hated the idea of spending the next eight hours
with Lowery even more.  "Besides, since I'm doing the company a
favor I'm sure Janet wouldn't mind."

	"Oh all right,"  Jim finally said as he finally pulled his eyes
back into their sockets.  "I guess Smith and Lowery deserve each
other."

	"You're a dear,"  Paulette said as she backed away from the
counter.

	The night shift manager lifted a folder and turned his
attention back to the never-ending piles of paperwork.  He was
sure that when Sonny Smith showed up just a few minutes before
the start of his shift, god forbid he should show up any earlier, he
would be in here complaining that he had to put up with Lowery as
well.  The man might not try to cop a feel from Smith, but he was
still a really obnoxious bastard in other ways.

	"Well let Sonny Smith complain all he wants,"  Jim thought
as he dismissed the expected protest.  "I don't owe him any
favors.  Besides, the view had certainly been worth it."

	By that time Paulette was already out the door and catching
up to Greer, closing the buttons of her shirt before she was out
the door.  When she spotted the tall blond, she had already traded
her leather jacket for a white company issue that covered her
halter and was standing by the long row of ambulances.

	"Looks like you're all mine, honey,"  Paulette said as she
caught up to her, tossing her the keys to her vehicle.

	"Always,"  Greer replied as she grabbed the keys in mid-air.

	Paulette didn't hear her.  The single thought that dominated
her mind was to get her rig out of here before Smith or Lowery
showed up.  When they found out they had each other as partners
rather then Greer or her, they were going to be unhappy campers
indeed.

				-=-=-=-=-

	The night went pretty quick as the area they were assigned
to provided a large number of runs, especially on a Saturday night.
Before their shift was over, they'd responded to two traffic
accidents, a knifing, an accidental shooting and one heart attack.

	As interesting as they all were, eventually they would just
blend in with their collective memories of a thousand different
calls a year.  The one exception was the last call of the night.  It
was one that both of them would remember all their lives.

	"That was incredible,"  Greer gushed as she and Paulette
stepped through the automated doors of the County Hospital's
Emergency Room.  "I can't remember the last time I felt so
pumped about something I did."

	"Yeah, it was pretty amazing,"  the shorter woman said as
she pulled open the passenger side door of their ambulance and
climbed inside.

	"I guess it was old stuff to you though,"  Greer said as she
climbed in on the opposite side and started the engine.

	"Actually, that was my very first time."  Paulette smiled.

	"No way,"  Greer said as she turned and looked across the
cab.  "You were so cool and collected.  I was so nervous that I
thought my heart was going to burst."

	"Well if you could feel my heart you'd have seen that it was
beating just as fast."  the senior EMT said as she leaned back with
a self-satisfied smile.  "Still, it was all worth it, just for the
moment when I held that baby in my arms and felt its heartbeat
and watched her take her first breath."

	"Definitely,"  Greer agreed as she turned into the flow of
traffic and headed back to base.

				-=-=-=-=-

	As the kaleidoscope of street lights flashed by, Paulette
shifted her attention from the view outside to her partner.  The
night had been so busy that she hadn't had a chance to bring up
the question she had wanted to ask Greer.  Now, with the night's
work behind her and with her body wanting to unwind, she let it fill
her thoughts once more.

	Watching Greer, she realized that her interest had
expanded beyond just a curiosity about who is was that the
younger woman had slept with.  More and more, Paulette found
herself wondering what it was like to make love to another woman.

	She found herself looking at Greer, feeling as if it was the
very first time.  A strange feeling, she had to admit, seeing how
many times she had seen her co-worker naked in the locker room.

	Her gaze started with the contours of her face, and the
long, flawless blond hair that framed it.  Moving down, she
continued onto the soft folds of her neck and the large, perfectly
formed breasts below that dominated her form.  With the white
company jacket now hanging open,  Paulette could see the dark
nipples pressing against the thin material of her top.

	The older brunette suddenly felt a surge of envy towards
those men, and women as well she now knew, that had the chance
to touch those rounded globes.  What would it be like, she found
herself asking, to have one of those pointed nipples in your mouth?
The possible answer to her question caused her heart to beat
faster once more.

	Just before they pulled into the yard, her gaze had reached
Greer's long legs; covered by her pants, but visible in Paulette's
memory.  Also in her memory were images of the dark bush
between those legs, brief glimpses of which told her some time ago
that the younger woman wasn't a natural blond.

	"Earth to Paulette,"  Greer repeated for the second time,
finally getting the other woman's attention.

	"What?"  Paulette said, roused from her musings.

	"You looked like you were somewhere else for a minute,"
Greer said.

	Looking out the front window, Paulette realized that they
already back in the parking lot and in their assigned spot.  She
hadn't even noticed them entering the yard.

	"I guess I was thinking about something,"  she said.

	"No shit,"  Greer laughed.

	Paulette had to laugh too, if only to hide the embarrassed
flush that now filled her face.

	"Why don't you stow the gear and I'll drop off the keys in
the office,"  Greer said as she dropped down out of the cab.

	"Okay,"  Paulette agreed, superfluously it turned out as
Greer was already half way to the office.

	It wasn't until the door closed behind her that the brunette
realized that she hadn't taken her eyes off Greer all the way
across the yard.

	"Great, now she's got me staring at her ass,"  she grinned as
she jumped down to the ground and went back to stow their gear.

		-=-=-=-=-

	"We're all clear,"  Greer said ten minutes later when she
emerged from the office.  "I signed us out."

	"Thanks,"  Paulette said as she closed the back door of their
unit, triggering the spring lock.

	"So you heading home?"  Greer asked.

	"Guess so,"  the older woman answered.  "I'll probably wind
up in front of the TV for a while.  I'm usually too keyed up after a
shift to fall asleep right away.  Especially, one like tonight.  Plus I
slept pretty late today."

	"I hear that,"  the leather jacketed blond said as they
walked to the other side of the fence where personal vehicles were
parked.  "I'm still pumped."

	  Reaching her car, Paulette opened the trunk and tossed her
gym bag into it.  She had just unlocked the door to the driver's
side when Greer, who had parked her motorcycle two spaces over
stepped up to her.

	"Instead of watching reruns, why not come over to my place
for a while?"  Greer suggested.  "We could pick up a pizza and a six
pack and enjoy the night air."

	The offer took the shorter woman by surprise.  In all the
time she had known Greer, she had never been invited to her home.
In fact, she didn't even know where she lived.  The girl didn't even
have a home phone, just a cell.

	"Sounds like fun,"  Paulette said after considering the idea
for a few moments.

	"Super,"  Greer smiled as she crossed the empty parking
spot and untied her helmet from the back of her cycle.  "I already
called ahead to a great place I know on the way.  They'll have our
pie ready when we get there."

	Straddling the large bike, Greer strapped on her helmet and
jumped down on the starter.  A loud roar filled the air as it caught
on the first try.

	"I don't know where you live!"  Paulette called to her over
the noise.

	"No problem,"  she shouted back.  "Just follow me, I'll make
sure I keep it slow so you can keep up."

	With that she threw it in gear and did a wide circle across
the near empty parking lot.  Shrugging her shoulders, Paulette
climbed into her car and started the engine as well.  She headed
for the main gate where Greer was already waiting.

	For the next half hour, Greer led Paulette on a winding trip
through the city streets, twice losing her, despite her promise to
keep it slow.  The girl seemed to only have one speed, the brunette
mused, on or off her motorcycle.  Finally she pulled over to stop in
front of an all night pizza parlor that stood in the shadow of the
North River Bridge.

	Greer held her hand up to Paulette, extending her fingers to
say she'd be back in a few minutes.  Not wanting to get out of her
car, Paulette simply waved okay and spent the time looking out the
windows at the neighborhood they were in.

	Paulette had never liked the waterfront, even though a lot
of the old warehouses had been converted into living space over
the last few years.  A lot of young people thought the area newly
chic, with a number of bars and other small stores slowly moving
into the area.

	Greer's sudden appearance at her window caused Paulette to
jump.  The younger blond apologized for startling her and said that
she figured the pizza would do better in her car than strapped
onto the back of her bike.  She also said that it was only two
blocks more to her apartment.

	Greer's home turned out to be one of the converted
commercial buildings.  Paulette followed her into the lobby and
onto what was once a freight elevator.  They took it all the way up
to the tenth floor where Greer further surprised her guest by
heading for the stairs that led to the roof.

	"You live on the roof?"  a curious Paulette asked.

	"Sort of,"  Greer laughed as she looked back over her
shoulder.  "Come on, you'll see."

	Greer pushed open the door at the top of the stairs and led
Paulette outside.  The first thing she noticed was that the building
was even more in the shadow of the bridge than where they had
stopped for pizza.  People on the walkway above could actually look
down on them.  Scattered around the roof where little collections
of chairs, flower gardens and a few barbecue grills.  It was obvious
the tenants of the apartment below used the spots to sunbathe or
have little parties.

	In the center of the large area was a long structure about
ten feet wide that ran almost the length of the building.  About a
third of it seemed to have been converted to storage sheds, but
the rest of it was a single unit.  It even had a door and several
large windows, through which Paulette could see white horizontal
blinds.

	"Home sweet home,"  Greer said as she put the pizza and the
six pack on a large wrought iron table just outside the door.

	"You live here?"  Paulette asked, still trying to take it in.

	"It's not as bad as it's looks,"  Greer laughed.  "Come on, I'll
give you a quick tour while I get us some plates and glasses."

	  Sure enough, the inside of what Paulette had first thought
was a hastily built shack did turn out to be a lot better than the
exterior.  From the days when the old building had been a
manufacturing plant, the roof and the floors beneath it had been
heavily reinforced.  Far from being a shack, the inside looked more
like a transplanted motor home than anything else.

	The accommodations might've been compact, but it seemed
to have everything a young single might need.  A small kitchenette
with overhead cabinets, with a two place table next to it took up a
third of the space, while a not uncomfortable living area filled
most of the rest.  An area that doubled as a bedroom when the
sofa converted to a bed.  The small bathroom even had a stand up
shower.  Paulette had seen studio apartments that didn't look as
nice.

	"I take back what I said,"  she said in an apologetic term.
"This is sort of nice."

	"Thanks,"  Greer grinned as she handled Paulette the two
plates she had taken from one of the cabinets, leaving the glasses
for herself. "Well we better get to that pizza before it gets cold."

	"This is pretty good,"  Paulette said as she finished off her
second slice, washing it down with the last of her cold beer.

	"Want another?"  Greer asked as she noticed her friend's
empty glass.

	"Sure, why not?"  Paulette said as she leaned back against
the cushioned lawn chair.

	Greer reached into the bucket of ice she had stored the
beers in, pulled out another can and tossed it to Paulette.  Leaning
forward, she caught it in mid-air.

	"This is nice,"  Paulette thought as she refilled her glass,
dropping the now empty can into a large trash bin.

	The night air carried a cool breeze off the water and
despite the nearness of the bridge, there was a quiet across the
neighborhood.  Of course the fact that it was two in the morning
had a lot to do with it.

	"I'd have loved to see the look on Lowery's face when he
finally came in and saw that he was riding with Smith instead of
you,"  Greer laughed as she refilled her own glass as well and moved
her chair over next to Paulette's.  "I'll bet be was pissed off to
high heaven."

	"Well you know the old saying,"  Paulette said as she took
another long taste of her beer.  "Better to be pissed off then
pissed on."

	"I don't know,"  Greer laughed,  "pervert that he is, he
might like something like that."

	"That's a thought that's enough to make you sick,"  Paulette
countered, trying hard not to picture that image.

	"That old prick even once tried to grope me one night when I
had to ride with him,"  the blond went on.  "He tried to make it look
like it was accidental, but no way that it was."

	"Why didn't you turn him in?"  Paulette asked.

	"I wasn't sure that anyone would've believed me,"  she
explained,  "seeing as I was the new girl and everything."

	"That's the problem, no one turns him in and he thinks he
can get away with it,"  Paulette said, thinking that she was as
guilty of that failing as Greer.

	"Oh I'm sure he didn't think he could get away with it,"
Greer grinned. "Not after I had a knee-jerk reaction and kicked
him in the balls.  I happened to be wearing my riding boots that
day.  I think he was walking funny for the rest of the week."

	"Oh my,"  Paulette gasped.

	"Hey, no one touches these babies that I don't want to
touch them,"  Greer laughed as she brought up her hands and
cupped her breasts for emphasis.

	Paulette suddenly realized she had the opening she needed
and quickly shifted the conversation to what Greer had said
yesterday in the gym.

	"Greer, you know I really like you and consider you a good
friend,"  she began.

	"And I like you too,"  the younger woman interjected.

	"But I have to say that you really took me by surprise
yesterday in the gym."

	"Yesterday?"  Greer repeated, as if trying to remember
what Paulette was talking about.

	"When we were watching Kelly work out,"  Paulette said,
hoping that would spur Greer's memory.

	"Oh, when I said that she had a great ass."

	"Actually, what you said after that."

	A blank look flashed across Greer's face as if she didn't
have the slightest idea what Paulette was talking about.

	Paulette didn't know what to say.  How could she ask Greer
about something like that if she didn't remember saying it in the
first place?

	"Relax, I'm only kidding,"  Greer abruptly laughed, seeing
the expression on her friend's face.  "Of course I remember"

	Paulette let out a long sigh of relief.

	"You were surprised when I told you that I was bi,"  Greer
said, saying the words that were stuck on the tip of the brunette's
tongue.

	"Surprised might be too mild a word,"  Paulette corrected.

	"Does it bother you?"  Greer asked.

	"I think curious is more the word this time."

	"About my being into women?"

	"Yes, and what you said after that too."

	"About my not being the only one in the company who was,"
Greer said.

	"Yes."

	"Well why don't we take it one curiosity at a time,"  Greer
grinned.  "If you have any questions, maybe it would be easier if
you just asked them."

	"All right,"  Paulette said, pausing just long enough to finish
off the rest of her beer, the effects of which made her relaxed
enough to ask the questions that had been filling her mind on and
off since yesterday.  "Have you been into girls long?"

	"Probably just as long as I've been into boys,"  Greer said.
"No, I take that back.  I was with my first girl before I went all
the way with a guy."

	"Who was she?"

	"Gwen Carter, she was my best friend in junior high,"  Greer
answered.  "I think she was the only classmate that looked at me
and saw a person behind a set of tits."  she added, remembering
how all the boys, and even most of the girls, had looked at her
differently when she had been one of the first girls to develop and
kept on doing so as they got older.

	"I was going to ask if you like it,"  Paulette said, "but then
realized what a stupid question that is.  If you didn't you wouldn't
be doing it."

	"Not likely,"  Greer laughed.

	"What's it like?"

	"I've lost track how many times I've been asked that,"  she
replied after a brief reflection, "and I still don't have an answer.
It's not like I can say well it's like this with a guy and then tell you
how it's different with a woman."

	"Okay."

	Both women paused for a few moments as Greer reached
into the ice bucket and pulled out the last two cans. She offered
one to Paulette who indicated with a wave of her hand that she'd
had enough.  Not wanting to drink alone, the younger woman
dropped both of them back into the ice.

	"Would you believe that I spend a good half hour yesterday
trying to figure out who it was you were talking about when you
said that you weren't the only one at P & M who liked women,"
Paulette said, breaking the pause.  "I finally decided that I didn't
have the faintest idea."

	"Oh that," Greer said, "I guess I should explain about that
too.  I just made that part up.  None of the other women on the
job really interest me."

	"Except for Kelly of course."

	"Actually, you can include her as well,"  Greer added.  "Oh
she's really hot, there's no denying that.  But the fact is I really
can't stand women who think that they're all that, and Kelly
definitely has too high an opinion of herself for my tastes."

	"Then why did you say...."  Paulette started to say but was
cut off by Greer.

	"I guess I just wanted to see what your reaction would be."

	"My reaction?"  a confused Paulette said, her mind swimming
from more than the few beers.  "I don't understand."

	"I guess it was because there is one woman at work that I
am attracted to, but I had some serious doubts as to how she
would feel if I told her about it."

	No one had ever accused Paulette of being dense, and
tonight was not going to be the first time.  All the pieces suddenly
fell together as she realized that Greer was talking about her.

	"Greer ...  I ..."

	"No,  please don't say anything,"  the tall blond said as she
rose from her chair and leaned over the still sitting Paulette.  "At
least until I had the chance to do this at least once."

	Her lips pressed against Paulette's in a passionate kiss.  It
caught the brunette by surprise, but only for a second.  Paulette
responded instinctively, without conscious thought, and their lips
caressed each other in a soft, warm, loving embrace.

	Feeling Paulette react, Greer increased the pressure,
parting the older woman's lips and sliding her tongue deep within
her mouth, exploring the depths with her touch.  As she did, her
hand reached down and undid the middle buttons of the brunette's
blouse, slipping her fingers inside and then under the bra beneath.

	"It's so soft,"  Paulette thought, describing both the touch
of Greer's lips and her hand.  A rush filled her body, adding to the
moist tingle she felt between her legs.

	Greer kissed her a second time, then a third as her fingers
sought out the nipple of Paulette's breast and began to massage it
between her fingers.  She could feel it growing hard beneath her
touch and heard a soft moan pass from the older woman between
her kisses.

	"Do you want me to stop?"  Greer asked, breaking the kiss
but leaving her hand right where it was, pressed against the
warmest of flesh.

	The question swirled through the fog that had gripped
Paulette's mind.  The irony of what was happening didn't escape
her.  Only a little over twenty-four hours before, she had been in
just about the exact same situation with Phil Larson.  The answer,
therefore, should've been the same.

	"No,"  she said.

	"You want me to stop?"  Greer asked, a touch of
disappointment in her voice.

	"No, I don't want you to stop."  Paulette said as she pressed
forward and kissed Greer on her own. "I don't want you to ever
stop."

	They continued to kiss as Greer withdrew her hand from
beneath Paulette's blouse and went to work on the long row of
buttons that held it together.  In no time at all, her fingers undid
the last one and the folds of the short sleeve shirt fell open,
displaying the soft skin below.

	Greer broke their kiss and smiled seductively as she looked
down on the bounty spread before her.  She reached down and ran
her fingers across the exposed top of Paulette's breasts, sending a
shiver through the prone woman's body.  Bending her head lower,
Greer kissed the soft flesh as her hands slid under the cups of her
bra and pushed the material upward.  Her fingers closed around
the now erect nipples, squeezing them and the flesh around them.

	"Oh yes,"  Paulette gently moaned as she arched her head
back and closed her eyes.

	Soft cries of pleasure that grew in volume as Greer replaced
her fingers with her tongue.  The young blond started at Paulette's
right nipple, tracing a wet circle around the pointed tip before
guiding it between her lips, sucking it gently.  At least at first.

	Greer pulled the hard nipple and surrounding flesh into her
mouth, massaging it with her tongue and lips.  Both of her hands
kneaded Paulette's large globes as she carefully manipulated the
thick nipple in her mouth, tickling it with her tongue and teasing it
with her teeth.

	The trainee shifted to Paulette's other nipple, and went to
worked on that with equal enthusiasm.  Long minutes passed as
Greer made love to both her mounds with a continuing series  of
soft, wet caresses and hard, delightful bites.

	Greer's hand dropped down to Paulette's belly, stroking it
with her fingers.  As before, it was followed by her tongue as she
slowly trailed her darting appendage off its treat and drew
concentric circles around her belly button.  Paulette was unable to
suppress the giggles as the younger woman tickled her in that
sensitive spot.

	Her hand moved even further down, undoing the belt and
zipper on Paulette's pants, pulling them down just far enough to
allow easy access.  It followed the path to paradise, passing under
the waistband of her panties to come to rest against her dark,
thick tangle of hair.

	A hard gasp escaped from Paulette's lips as she felt two of
Greer's fingers move inside her.  With slow, careful movement, the
blond quickly found the pearl at the center and began to massage
it.

	"Oh, yes,"  Paulette purred as she felt the effects of that
touch pass through her body in the most delightful ways.

	The soft caress quickly increased, in speed and intensity.
The small tremors that had fluttered across Paulette began to
grow in scope.

	Spurred on by the look of bliss that filled Paulette's face,
Greer took a strong hold on the sides of the brunette's pants and
pulled them down and off her legs.  Not missing a beat, she pulled
off her panties as well, tossing them over her shoulders to land
somewhere on the roof.

	Her eyes focused on the thick, dark bush between Paulette's
thighs as Greer dropped her knees down to the hard roof and
lifted her new love's legs high and apart.  Paulette looked down
with anticipation as her blond haired associate buried her head
between her legs, her talented tongue reaching deep inside of her
most private of places.

	"Mother of Mercy!" Paulette gasped as felt Greer's tongue
wash across her clit, not even pausing to consider that the nuns in
her Catholic grammar school might think it strange that she would
remember that long forgotten plea at such a time.

	The younger woman's touch was electric, sending sparks
across the length and breadth of Paulette's body.  It was as if
someone had thrown a light switch and her body had suddenly
shifted into overdrive.

	Greer's tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, and those
few spots it didn't seem to cover were taken care of by the
blonde's equally talented hands.  Back and forth Greer moved,
causing Paulette to soar among the stars that filled her field of
vision as she looked up into the rich night sky.

	That any number of people in the surrounding buildings could
look out and see her was the furthest thing from her mind.  This
from a woman who was once too nervous to even partially disrobe in
a lover's lane.

	Greer's oral ministrations continued without abatement,
producing delights that Paulette had missed for far too long.  All
of the stories she had heard over the years about only a woman
really knowing how to please another now rang true to her.  In what
seemed like no time at all, she found herself on the threshold of
orgasm.  It was a place she found herself not wanting to go,
because it reminded her that eventually this feeling would have to
end.

	"Oh God! Oh God! Oh ... my ... God!"  Paulette panted in a
breathless voice as her body abruptly seized and pulsating waves
of ecstasy ripped explosively across her body.

	Greer could feel the force of Paulette's orgasm as she held
her as tight as she could.  All the while, never pausing a heartbeat
in her efforts.  If she could step back and look down at the older
woman she had brought to the summit of desire, Greer would've
seen the closest thing to heaven on earth in her expression.  A look
of almost perfect bliss.

	Only when she felt Paulette grow limp in her arms did Greer
finally look up and see the wide-eyed delight that filled her eyes as
her chest heaved up and down in what resembled in no small way
the first breaths of the child they had delivered hours before.  It
had been a rebirth for the EMT as a whole new world was opened
up for her.

	Greer ran her long fingers across Paulette's pussy one more
time, reveling in the pleasures she had brought her friend.  A
broad smile filled her face as she bent down and kissed her
wetness once more time before once more sliding her tongue the
length of her body, retracing the path she had taken such a short
time before.

	A warm film of sweat covered Paulette's body as Greer
made her way, again tracing small circles along the brunette's
abdomen and then through the rich valley between her breasts.  A
single kiss on each erect nipple was enough as Greer crawled up on
the chair as well until once more their lips met.

	"I had no idea,"  Paulette managed to say as she finally found
her voice once more.

	"Well now you do,"  Greer grinned as she leaned down to kiss
her again.  "Do you feel like trying some else?"

	"Do I?"  Paulette replied with exuberance.

	Greer took hold of the bottom of her halter and pulled it up
and over her head.  She had been wearing nothing beneath it and
now presented to Paulette the breasts that just about every man
in the office would've given his paycheck to just get a good look at.

	"I couldn't help but notice you checking out the girls when
we were heading in tonight,"  she laughed as she caused her mounds
to bounce.  "Maybe you'd like a better look, or maybe even a
touch."

	Paulette didn't hesitate a second as she reached up with
both hands and cradled the perfect globes in her palms.  Greer's
skin was warm to the touch as she brushed her thumbs over the
pink circles and against the stiff nipples.  All of her life, the
thirty-two year old had wished she could have breasts like these.
She grinned when she realized that in a way, now she did.

	Her fingers continued to play with the malleable flesh and
she leaned in and covered both Greer's mounds with kisses.  Back
and forth she moved between the delightful orbs, moving closer
and closer to the prize in the center.

	"Mmmmm,"  Greer moaned as the neophyte lover reached one
of those prizes and took it between her lips.

	The question to the answer Paulette had asked herself hours
before now presented itself as she drew Greer deep inside her.
She suddenly understood why men were so fascinated with a
woman's breasts and how wonderful they could be.  Again and again
she moved from nipple to nipple, doing her best to duplicate what
Greer had demonstrated on her own mounds.  From the way Greer
moaned and writhed against her, Paulette figured she wasn't doing
a bad job at all.

	"Oh baby,"  Greer said as she tossed back her head, sending
her long hair in every direction.  "Are you sure this is the first
time you've done this?"

	Paulette answered with her eyes, that yes indeed it was.  If
you looked deep enough, you could also see that she already knew it
was definitely not going to be the last.

	Greer pressed her large globes against Paulette's face,
sharing the warmth that filled her body.  Paulette responded once
more with kisses, both soft and hard.  Her hands moved across
Greer's body as well, exploring the softness of it all.

	"That's it baby,"  Greer went on as she shifted her weight
and pressed Paulette down onto the lawn recliner.  "You're doing it
oh so right."

	Paulette could feel her own breasts on fire as she pressed
them against Greer's.  Hot flashes ran up and down her body as
her nipples rubbed against their counterparts, growing even harder
at their touch.  Harder and oh so sensitive.

	"Greer, I want to taste you,"  Paulette suddenly blurted out,
amazed that those words had ever come out of her mouth.  Yet
once they did, she continued with unbridled passion.  "No, not just
taste, I want to devour every inch of you."

	Greer had to smile.  Paulette's sudden passion was something
she'd seen before, but hadn't expected to see it in her friend.
More than a few times, Greer had picked up a woman in a bar who
had come there just out of curiosity, never imagining that they
would actually do so much as kiss another woman.  Before the night
was over, they had been on their knees in the bathroom with their
head buried between Greer's legs.

	Yes, the development was unexpected but Greer was more
than delighted to take full advantage of it.  Climbing off Paulette,
she quickly rid herself of the rest of her clothes, leaving only her
sneakers as the older brunette had done.  The roof was hardly the
place to be walking around barefoot.

	Standing otherwise naked in the night air, Greer opened a
long, plastic storage bin that rested against the apartment and
pulled from it an oversized, and heavily padded, down comforter.
Stretching it out as far as it would go, she handed the far end to
Paulette.

	"This will a lot more comfortable than the roofing tiles,"
Greer said as she backed up and stretched it across an empty
section of the makeshift patio.

	As Paulette helped her spread the comforter, she wondered
for a moment why they didn't just go inside and make use of the
pull out couch.  Greer must've been reading her mind because she
mentioned a second later that there was nothing like making love
under the stars, even in the middle of the city.

	Not waiting for Paulette, Greer dropped down onto the
makeshift bedding and propped up her head on one bent arm.  A
look of desire filled her face as she glanced up at the still standing
brunette.

	"Come and get it, baby,"  she purred, lifting one leg to give a
good look at the dark bush within.

	Paulette tossed aside any remaining inhibition that might
have reasserted itself and joined Greer on the comforter.  They
kissed once more, their hands running up and down the lengths of
each other body.  Paulette made it a point to slide one hand down
between Greer's legs and feel for the first time the wetness of
another woman.

	"Mmmmm,"  Greer groaned as she felt the touch of her
fingers.

	Greer moved her own hand between her legs as well, taking a
gentle hold of Paulette's and guiding it to her clit.  Pressing two of
her fingers against it, she began to rotate them in a clockwise
motion.  After the second revolution, the older woman took up the
task on her on.

	"That's even better," Greer said as she withdrew her own
hand.

	Paulette continued to gently massage the walls of Greer's
pussy, adding a third finger to the mix.  As she did, she looked up
and deep into the younger woman's eyes.

	"How long have you been planning this?"  she asked, the
question having entered her mind several times during the night.

	"Does it matter,"  Greer said with a deep breath. beginning
to really enjoy the neophyte's touch.

	"It might," Paulette replied, her fingers still moving.

	"If I said almost from the day I met you, would you take
your hand away?"

	"No,"  Paulette smiled,  "but if you said that it was a sudden
inspiration, I might have.  I wouldn't want to think I was just your
new flavor of the week."

	"Never,"  Greer said as she leaned forward and kissed
Paulette on her cheek.

	"But, speaking of new flavors,"  Paulette said, her eyes once
more glancing down between Greer's outstretched legs, her eyes
now speaking volumes as she withdrew her fingers and bringing
them to her mouth.

	Greer watched in fascination, as she always did when a
woman tasted her for the first time.  It was something she found
highly arousing.

	"Mmmmm,"  Paulette said approvingly as she savored the new
sensation.

	"I'm glad you like it,"  Greer said as she ran her fingers
along the underside of Paulette's breasts.  "Why don't you lay back
and relax,"  she added as she gently eased the dark haired woman
down onto the comforter.

	 Paulette smiled in anticipation as, laying on her back, she
watched as Greer crouched down and placed her legs alongside her
head.  Her eyes opened wide as she saw her first close up of
another woman's sex.  Long seconds passed as she studied the dark
patch, the hair of which had been tightly trimmed.  For the first
time, she noticed that Greer had a tiny tattoo just to the right of
her pussy.  No more than a half inch in length, it depicted a bright
red rose.

	Her period of introspection lasted only a few more moments
as Greer dropped even lower, bringing her pussy to within a
tongue's length above Paulette's mouth.  Reaching up with two
outstretched fingers, Paulette caressed Greer's, then slid her
thumb and index against the folds and spread her sugar walls.  She
sighed deeply as she took in the rich pinkness within, quickly
locating the already excited clit that was  the heart of the
beautiful flower.

	Paulette licked her lips, then leaned in and bridged the
distance, her tongue sliding up and down the soft flesh as she
sampled the blonde's delights directly from the source.  Her heart
skipped a beat as she felt an excitement she hadn't felt since she
was a teenager.

	"Oh yes,"  Greer purred softly as she felt Paulette enter her
and brush against her sensitive spots.

	Greer could usually tell in the first few seconds if a woman
was good at giving head.  Like many men, some women only did gave
it a minimal effort.  Her snap appraisal of Paulette was that while
she might be a little crude as far as technique, experience would
soon correct that.  Eventually, she would be a first class pussy
licker.

	An evaluation that she came to appreciate even more as time
passed and Paulette became both more comfortable and confident
in what she was doing.  The movements of her tongue brought
surging pleasures deep within Greer.  Gratifications fueled by
shared desires.

	Reaching back behind herself, Greer slipped a free hand
between Paulette's outstretched legs.  With considerable skill, she
slipped her fingers inside of the brunette and began to expertly
manipulate her sexual hot spots.  Such was her familiarity with
what she was doing that she could turn her attention back to the
pleasures Paulette was bringing her and return some of that
without having to really think about it.

	Greer's body began to gyrate as Paulette, spurred on by her
own building delights,  pressed even further within her, pumping
her tongue in and out of the younger woman.  Her hands moved up
and down the sides of Greer's body, adding to the soft caresses
between her legs.

	"Yes, yes, oh yes," Greer called out as her body heaved  back
and forth as the surging heat of their passion spread across her.
A passage that was quickly paving the road to orgasm.

	Despite her inexperience, Paulette could feel the changes in
Greer's body.  She responded by bringing one of her hands back
down and thrusting three fingers hard into the blonde's highly
lubricated opening, mirroring what the blond was doing to her.
Pulling them back just as quickly, she repeated the action over and
over as her tongue continued its attentions.

	"God yes!"  Greer shouted, loud enough for any of her
neighbors still awake to have heard as she tossed her head back,
just as the simmering fire within her exploded.

	Waves of ecstasy, of an intensity Greer hadn't expected,
ripped through her.  A torrent that took Paulette by surprise as
well, but one that she quickly made every effort to enjoy. Eagerly
she took in as much of the physical manifestation of Greer's
orgasm as she could.

	It was also enough to set off the pent up energies that had
been rebuilding within her as well.  While not as powerful as those
buffeting Greer, the resulting eruption joined with her excitement
to bring it pretty close.

	Both women rode the sexual storm, enjoying every moment
of their joining.  Greer cried out again, shuddering and trembling as
the last surge of passion rocked her.  This was followed by a
mutual wave of exhaustion as the last vestiges of their climaxes
faded.

	Also feeling the after effects of her own orgasm, Paulette
dropped her head back against the ground.  A broad smile filled
her face.  Greer mirrored that smile as she slid down Paulette's
body and laid against her, their arms wrapping around the other.
Silently, looking deep into the other's eyes, they shared a long,
satisfying kiss.

	A kiss that was followed by a second, and then a third as
they rubbed their bodies against each other, sharing the slowly
fading warmth of their flesh.  Nestled against each other, they
closed their eyes and drifted into slumber as their weariness won
out.

				-=-=-=-=-

	Their bodies were warm once more when Paulette opened her
eyes some hours later, this time the result of the light of the
rising sun as it washed over them.  Her arms still wrapped around
her, Greer's eyes were still closed.  Despite the fact that what
had been covered by the cloak of night was now clear for anyone to
see from adjacent buildings, as well as the walkway on the bridge,
Paulette felt no urge to wake her.

	Instead she brushed back a loose stand of hair that had
fallen across Greer's face, marveling in the fact of what had
happened last night.  Never would she have ever imagined, outside
of her most secret thoughts, the things she had done.

	"Good morning,"  Greer said, her eyes opening as the slight
movement of the smaller woman's body woke her.

	"Good morning,"  Paulette beamed.

	"Still here huh,"  Greer grinned.

	"Where did you think I'd be?"  Paulette asked curiously.

	"I just thought that things might look differently in the
light of day,"  Greer replied as she sat up.

	"Now that I think about it,"  Paulette said as she also sat up,
"things do look a little different."

	A look of concern flashed across the younger woman's face.
She really hadn't expected an answer, especially a possibly
negative one.

	"You're even more beautiful in the morning,"  Paulette
beamed, then laughed at her own joke.

	Greer had to laugh too, it wasn't often that someone put one
over on her.

	"Speaking of the light of day,"  Greer added,  "don't you
think we should get inside before someone spots us.  I really don't
worry about such things but you ...."

	"Well we're paramedics, aren't we?"  Paulette asked.

	"Yes,"  Greer answered, wondering where that had come
from.

	"Well if anyone saw us, we can just say we were practicing
our CPR skills,"  Paulette grinned.

	"Funny lady,"  Greer grinned as well, looking down at their
unclothed bodies, a condition that made that alibi somewhat
dubious.

	With that, both leaned forward in a warm embrace and a
deep, passionate kiss.  Neither of them noticed the small crowd of
early morning bridge walkers that had gathered as an audience.  If
they had, it was questionable if either would've cared.

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