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Subject: {ASSM} (RP) Robin and Julie {Robin Curious} (FF rom)
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Warning:  This story contains graphic description of sexual activity
between consenting adults.  If you shouldn't be reading this, don't. 
If you are of age and reading this sort of thing is legal whereever
you happen to be, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed
writing it.

Robin and Julie are fictional characters, but they have become very
real to me.  This is a very personal story that has evolved over
several years.  I struggled with the decision to share it.  I hope you
enjoy.  Any resemblance to you or anyone you know is entirely
coincidental.  Feedback is always welcome, send comments or
suggestions to [despammed] robincurious at hotmail dot com.

This is a repost to corect some text conversion problems and minor
edits.
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Robin and Julie by Robin Curious
(FF rom)

Robin leaned against the wall and watched her friend over the top of
her wine glass, her eyes filling with tears.  Julie's anguish was
clearly visible as, jaw clenched, she stared vacantly out the window. 
Robin reached out to touch her shoulder, wanting to help her somehow. 
Julie recoiled at her touch.

"Not right now," she said shakily, putting up her hand as if to defend
herself from unwanted sympathy.  Her eyes remained fixed on some
distant point in the blackness outside the window.

Robin felt a surge of anger.  "Why come over if you didn't want me
here?"  As if she didn't have enough on her mind, still unpacking in
the new apartment and trying to sort out the shreds of her life in the
wake of her divorce.

Julie turned from the window, away from Robin.  "Fine.  I'll leave,"
she hissed, walking unsteadily toward the door.  She slammed her glass
on the kitchen counter as she passed it.

Robin immediately wished she had bitten her tongue.  "Wait," she
called, rushing after her.  She caught Julie's arm as they reached the
door together.  Julie whirled to face her, eyes wild.

"Let go!" she snarled through clenched teeth.  Julie jerked her arm,
but as drunk as she was she couldn't manage to free herself.  She
pulled again, losing her balance in the process, and fell backward
against the door, sliding to the ground, a long, wrenching moan
escaping from her.

Then she was sobbing and Robin was on the floor beside her, holding
her close and rocking her, humming a lullaby, stroking her long black
hair.

"It's OK, baby, it's OK.  You'll get through this, just hang on."  She
held her tight, as much for her own comfort as for Julie's.

Julie had arrived half an hour earlier, dead drunk, and told her about
the breakup.  It had surprised Robin.  She had known both of them
since college, and was floored by the breakup of their 9-year
relationship.  She had tried hugging her then, too, but she had pulled
away.

Now she just held her close, feeling her pain and vulnerability,
something they now shared.  She seemed so small, so fragile, so
different from the strong, athletic woman she was.  She felt the sobs
wracking her slim frame.

"I thought we would be together always," she choked out between sobs. 
"Why?  Why did she lie to me?"  Robin had no answer for her.  She
hadn't understood their relationship in college, and certainly had no
idea why it would end now.  She remembered when Julie had told her
about this wonderful woman she had met, a grad student, who made her
feel so alive and vibrant.  They were at the Cellar, a local dive, and
she remembered hushing her and looking to see if anyone had heard.

"She is just awesome, Robin, I mean this is really perfect!  I never
thought I was a lesbian.  I mean, guys have always been OK, but Nicki
is so great - you have to meet her!"

Robin was leaning over the table, talking in a whisper.  "But Julie,
are you sure?  I mean, is this some experiment or something?"

"Fuck you, Robin," she replied in disgust.  " I thought you would
understand.  You're the first person I've told."

"And you told me Jeff was it, and Andy before that, and Jason before
that.  Now this.  If you are, then fine, but you're rebounding and
sick of dating.  So why go AC when you've been DC all your life?"

"No, this is different," she argued.

"Um-hmm."

"Even the sex is different."  Finally, Julie had lowered her tone. 
She leaned over the table, lowering her voice to a whisper.  "It's
incredibly awesome.  You know how with guys there is always this rush,
this `OK, I've licked A and B, now lets get this inside here and
one-two-three, OH-GOD, did you come too?'"  Robin nodded vaguely. 
"With another woman there's none of that, its all foreplay.  Nicki and
I made love for two hours last night - two hours, can you believe it?"
 Robin felt herself growing red.  "I climaxed like you wouldn't
believe, forget playing with yourself, really, forget guys.  No
comparison.  What she did with her tongue, I mean she kissed every
inch of me, made love to everything, and when she slipped her tongue
inside me it was like . . ."

"Stop Julie, I get it.  It was great, sure."  

"Poor Robin," she laughed, "you are about to die of embarrassment
aren't you!"  She studied her friend across the table, her amusement
turning to anger.  "You little hypocrite!" she said finally.  "You
tell me all about how you really love the feel of Mike's cock inside
you and all the details of what you do together and now you squirm
when I tell you about me and Nicki.  Fine."

They watched each other across the table, an awkward silence between
them.  Eventually the conversation resumed, and they maneuvered their
way through classes, job prospects and their fears about life after
graduation.  They hugged as usual when they left, but it was obvious
to both of them that things would never be the same.  On the way home,
Robin kept wondering what women would do together - nothing but
foreplay.  How boring!  Later, with her boyfriend aimlessly licking
and kissing between her spread thighs, she had found herself wondering
what Julie would do in his position - and quickly erased the thought
from her mind.  She ended Mike's vaguely pleasant tickling by pulling
him up and guiding him into her.  She moved against him, feeling
satisfied with the closeness and the fullness, and he came quickly. 
As they cuddled afterward, still joined, her thoughts had returned to
Julie and her lover.

And now Julie and her lover had broken up.

The sobbing had subsided and Julie's breathing had grown deep and even
as Robin held her in her arms.  She jumped when Julie spoke, thinking
she had fallen asleep.

"I caught her with another woman," Julie whispered.  "One of her
students."

"That must have been awful."  Dumb, Robin thought to herself, but the
best she could think of.

"I came back from the trip early and they were in our bed."  Julie's
voice got stronger and she sat up straight, pulling away from Robin. 
"I wanted to kill her, Rob, I mean it.  And Nicki just froze and the
girl just kept going, diddling herself because Nicki was sitting on
her face and she couldn't see or hear much of anything and I just
stood there, horrified, until Nicki got off her."  She turned to face
Robin.  "And then I let her have it.  It knocked her right off the
bed!"  She was smiling now, an evil smile filled with malice.  "I got
her right in the head, and the lampshade went flying off and the chick
was screaming.  And I grabbed her by the hair and dragged her over to
the window and out on the balcony and picked her skinny ass up and
flipped her off the fucking balcony and watched her smash to pieces on
the ground."  Her grin had transformed into a grimace, her pain
evident in her face, and she looked half demented.  Then she deflated
again, sinking down against Robin, clinging to her.  Robin held her
close and stroked her hair, her heart breaking at the sound of Julie's
sobs.

After she had stopped sobbing and her breathing had become more
regular, Robin asked gently, "What did you really do?"

"I walked out.  I fucking turned around and walked out.  All I did was
slam the door.  I hate myself for that, I should have done something,
I should have told that bitch what she had done to me."  The tears
came again, and Robin went back to stroking her hair.

"I'm sorry, Rob, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't be doing this, you've got
your own problems I shouldn't be dumping mine on you."  Julie started
pulling away again, trying to stand up but Robin pulled her back and
wrapped her arms tightly around her.

"That's OK, sweet, just lean on me.  I've had some time to get over
the divorce, now I can be here for you."  She thought about the nine
months since her husband announced that he wanted a divorce.  Her
anger, her fear.  The humiliation of having her private life revealed
in front of the lawyers (her so-called `sexual unresponsiveness') and
her revenge when her lawyer had discovered the other woman, the
satisfaction of the eventual settlement.  Then the heart-ache, the
realtors, her terror when she missed her period, condo-hunting - not
to mention the day-to-day grind of her lousy job, trying to meet
impossible deadlines because some salesperson promised the software
would do things it had never done.  So she finally just turned her
feelings off, programming day and night, packing and moving whenever
she wasn't at work.  Now she felt the hollow ache again, and clung to
Julie as tightly as she was clinging to her, two bits of emotional
wreckage finding each other in a sea of tears.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = 

That night, Robin dreamed about a beautiful bronzed woman wearing a
flowing white dress who took her by the hand and led her out of her
bedroom into a field of flowers.  With a vague gesture, her dress and
Robin's T-shirt floated away and they embraced.  The woman kissed her
deeply, caressing her softly.  They lay down on the impossibly soft
grass as the woman planted soft kisses all over her body, her arms,
breasts, tummy.  But the feel of her tongue slipping inside her . . .

Robin woke with a start, flushed and trembling with excitement.  As
she reached to push a lock of hair back from her face, her arm grazed
her nipple.  Hard and excited, it sent a signal between her legs.  She
moaned involuntarily and tentatively touched her crotch, amazed at how
wet her panties were.  And then she thought about Julie.  As she
cupped her breast, it was Julie's strong, slender hand.  As her
fingers brushed across her nipple, it was Julie's tongue.  And when
her hand slid inside her panties, over her mound, it was Julie's
kisses.  Her orgasm coursed through her as her fingers slid over her
clit, and she stroked and rubbed feverishly as wave after wave hit
her, leaving her sweaty and exhausted in the middle of a lonely bed.

And she realized that she had been jealous of Nicki all those years
ago, angry with her for taking her friend away.  And curious.  Curious
what it felt like, curious about what they shared, curious whether
they were friends too, or just lovers, curious whether she could ever
get involved in that kind of a relationship.  And now she wondered
again.  Was the dream a sign?  A fantasy?  Should she try?

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = =

Eight months after Julie's breakup Julie had called to say she was
flying back for a week, and they had arranged to meet in an upscale
caf,.  Robin arrived first and sat nervously waiting, her eyes never
leaving the door.  When Julie arrived, she almost leapt to her feet,
her heart pounding and met her halfway, wrapping her in an
enthusiastic hug that Julie returned with equal enthusiasm.

"You look stunning!"  Robin praised her friend sincerely, admiring her
long, lean legs in the short black skirt, her bronzed shoulders in the
gold silk tank.  She had taken sabbatical the semester after her
breakup with Nicki, touring Europe for six weeks before settling in
Barcelona.  Robin had had time to consider, and had finally decided
she wanted to try - to see if old friends could become lovers.  They
hugged again, and Robin trembled at the feel of her friends breasts
pressing against hers through the thin fabric.

"You look great too," Julie returned.  "Look at you!  Turn around. 
You've been working out."

Robin twirled around for her, her heart pounding.  She was glad her
hard work showed.  She was back to the weight she had been in college,
and was showing it off in a short flowered dress that revealed lots of
leg.  With the top button unbuttoned, she showed a hint of cleavage. 
Her hair was immaculate, straight with a hint of a wave, shiny
chestnut tresses that just grazed her shoulders.  For the first time
in recent memory, Robin felt good about herself.  As they sat down,
Robin leaned towards Julie, knowing that the dress would fall away
slightly, giving Julie a view of her full breasts - no bra today.  She
wanted to do everything she could to entice.

"I have got to tell you this," Julie began, leaning on the table.  "I
met someone in Europe!"  Robin felt her heart break at that moment,
and unsuccessfully tried to swallow the lump in her throat.  "I
couldn't even imagine getting involved with another woman after Nicki.
 But Paulo is so great, sensitive, tender and - get this, his tongue
is better than Nicki's by far!  He can make me come with his mouth
like you wouldn't believe, and not just once.  And his cock is
perfect."  She stopped abruptly.  "What's wrong, Rob?"

Robin felt the room closing in and the tears welling up in her eyes. 
And she spilled it.  The whole thing, from the dream to the resolve to
shape up, to the eight months of preparation to ... now.

She was shaking uncontrollably as Julie led her to the door of the
cafe and out onto the sidewalk.  Time had frozen, and Robin had no
awareness of what was happening as Julie drove her home and guided her
up the stairs to her apartment.  She realized where she was when they
reached the top of the stairs, and she paused, her trembling hand
putting the key in the door with difficulty.  Julie caught her and
half picked her up as she collapsed on the landing.  Inside Julie
propped her up on the sofa.

"Robin, Robin, sweet, stop, please."  Julie's arms were around her,
holding her up, her perfume intoxicating.  Robin buried her head in
her neck, drinking in her sweet scent, feeling Julie's long, soft hair
against her face.  Julie's hands drew her head back and she looked
into her eyes.  There she saw such love and tenderness, and when their
lips met, there was no surprise.  Robin's lips parted and their
tongues met.  A strap slid off her shoulder and Julie slid it down her
arm and then moved her hand to cup Robin's exposed breast, caressing
her, fondling her gently.

They were soon naked on the living room floor, Julie's tongue inside
her, carrying her upward as each stroke passed over her clit, making
her writhe as she twirled her tongue around the hard tip.  A finger
was inside her, then two, as Julie took her clit gently into her
mouth, sucking and licking, slowly, sensuously.  Robin buried her
hands in Julie's thick, dark hair, pulling her head down, pushing her
hips upward against her mouth.  Julie began licking faster and harder,
running her tongue over the length of her pussy while her fingers
wriggled inside.  Robin felt the delicious tension mounting with each
stroke of Julie's tongue until she let out a long moan and exploded in
ecstasy, her body arching, trembling, her hands pressing down on
Julie's head, urging her to keep her coming as long as she could.  And
when she finally came down, gasping and bathed in sweat, Julie was
next to her, kissing her gently.

Robin touched her tentatively, caressing her cheek and then running
her hand down the curve of her neck, to her shoulder.  She hesitated
as her hand approached Julie's breast.  Julie rolled onto her back and
gently guided Robin's hand the remaining inches to her breasts.  Robin
marveled at them, their gentle curve, the small pointed nipples, so
small and firm, so unlike her own.  She began nuzzling them, feeling
the familiar but unfamiliar textures, knowing but not knowing, and by
instinct, she made love to her friend, kissing her breasts, tenderly
sucking firm brown nipples.  After a while, her mouth wandered on,
kissing the taut skin of her tummy while her hand explored the scatchy
fur between her legs and discovered the smooth, slick oasis within. 
Finally, she drank her salty-sweet nectar, slipping her tongue within
her delicate folds, and not relinquishing her prize until Julie had
climaxed loudly and violently.  Then they were face to face, soft lips
meeting in a tender kiss.  Without a word, they moved to the bedroom
and made love again, slowly this time, each exploring every curve of
the other's body.

Robin woke up with Julie holding her and stroking her hair.  "Now you
know what it's like, sweet," Julie said softly.

"Hmmmm.  Wonderful," Robin replied, snuggling next to her.  She had
felt sensations she had never felt with her husband or with the
handful of lovers she had had before their marriage.  She slid her
hand across Julie's tummy to caress the curve of her breast,
fascinated by its firmness, by the brownness of her nipple.  The
contrast of her own pale skin against Julie's brown skin was
deliciously arousing.

Julie kissed her hair and she turned to offer her mouth.  They kissed
warmly.  Robin gazed into Julie's hazel eyes, admiring their beauty.

"Rob, sweet?"  Julie's voice was sad, and Robin felt fear and panic
rising inside her.  "What I told you at the cafe - about the guy?"

"Don't tell me about him, don't tell me you want him.  Not after
this."  Robin pleaded, tears filling her eyes.

"Robin, I know.  This is wonderful, like nothing you've felt before. 
And I've wanted to do this since college, but you were straight.  And
after I came out, you never even changed clothes in front of me.  So I
stopped seeing you as a sexy woman and started seeing you as a friend
- nothing more.  Now I have you as a lover and Paulo as a lover.  Two
wonderful, marvelous lovers who make me want to leave everything else
and spend all my time making love to them.  I love you, Robin, but I
don't think ... I mean after Nicki, it's just . . .I don't think I
could commit to another woman.  Not right now.  Besides I promised
Paulo I would come back."  Tears were streaming down Julie's cheeks
and Robin sobbed.  Both crying, they clung to each other.

"I won't let you go without a fight!" Robin said suddenly, fiercely. 
"When are you going back to Barcelona?"

"Day after tomorrow," Julie replied with a sniff.

"I'll meet you there."  Robin got out of bed and walked over to the
window.  "I'll make you forget him.  I will."  She turned to face
Julie.  "You'll see."

Julie looked at her, the light from the window giving Robin a halo. 
The golden brown of her hair and perfect proportions of her body
overwhelmed Julie, filling her with a deep longing.  After several
minutes of silence (was it really that long?) she said softly, "I
believe you."

Julie got up and walked slowly into the living room to retrieve her
clothes.  Robin followed her and, still naked, watched her friend
dress, savoring her last glimpses of her round bottom, her proud
breasts, her long muscular thighs.  Neither of them spoke as she
dressed, but Robin sought out Julie's eyes with her own, looking for
the answers she so desperately needed.  Finally dressed, Julie turned
to say goodbye.  Robin moved close and they hugged, their lips
meeting.  This time Robin parted Julie's lips to explore with her
tongue.  Julie returned the kiss sensuously, then pulled back to look
at her friend.  Robin thought she saw her own passion reflected in her
big hazel eyes, and she melted as Julie's hand slid down her back and
over her bottom, her long fingers tracing a path between her cheeks.

But Julie pulled away.  "You are sooooo tempting," she laughed.  "How
did you get so wanton?  You used to be so straight!"  She stepped
back, her long fingers lingering on Robin's hip before turning and
walking to the door.  Robin stood helplessly and watched her leaving,
paralyzed.  Julie paused at the door, turning to say good-bye, and
then started out.  The door was halfway closed when she popped her
head back in.  "I really do love you Robin!"  She blew a kiss and then
the door closed and she was gone.

Robin felt her heart leap at Julie's words and she sank back in a
chair, hugging herself, her pulse racing, her body tingling.  She had
to get a ticket to Barcelona.  And she had to have a plan.  She wasn't
sure whether to laugh or cry as she thought about her futures, the one
she so desperately wanted and the one she feared might come to be.

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