A Change of Direction

"Jamie, darling," she cried out as she threw her arms around Jamie and pulled her to her, kissing her on the cheek as she did, "I can't tell you how happy I was to get your call last week. This place hasn't been the same since you left."

The affection in her voice towards Jamie was so obvious, Isabelle wondered just how good a relationship Jamie had had with the woman now finally releasing her. It was doubtful that all former maids got this kind of reception.

"Doris, this is Isabelle," Jamie said as she turned and pointed out her companion, "Isabelle, this is Doris, the one I told you about. Doris is the owner of the resort." she added, turning her attention first to the white haired woman, then back to Isabelle.

"Only half owner," Doris smiled as she took a long look at Jamie's guest. "Father left the business to both my brother and I."

It didn't take a genius to realize that Doris had been the reason for the resort now hosting same-sex couples in addition to their tradition clientele.

"My, she is the attractive one," Doris said, her appraisal of Isabelle completed. "You better keep a good eye on her, Jamie dear, else even an old lady like me might be tempted."

That confirmed what Isabelle had just guessed, Doris was definitely into the ladies. As to the question of whether she and Jamie had once been close, she quickly decided that it was none of her business. With her own sexual past, who was she to judge anyone else's.

Doris said something to the girl behind the counter and she handed her one of the electronic cardkeys. Doris in turn handed it to Jamie, saying she was sure she remembered how to get to the room it opened.

"Wait a second," Jamie said as she took the key and looked down at it, "this isn't the right key."

"Oh yes it is," Doris smiled.

"That's not what we agreed to on the phone," Jamie said, slightly perturbed.

"So I lied," the older woman smiled. "My dear, did you really think I was going to put you in a room where the walls were half plastered and paint buckets are scattered all over the place."

"Then at least let me pay for ..." Jamie started to say but was then cut off by Doris.

"We both know that's not going to happen," Doris said with the same affection she'd exhibited before. "I never got the chance to get you a graduation gift when you got your degree, think of this as it."

"Thank you," Jamie said, accepting the futility of arguing it further.

"Now you and your friend go get settled in," Doris said as she turned and smiled at Isabelle again. "I hope the two of you can have dinner with me tomorrow night."

"Why not tonight," Jamie asked, "you still have the late dinner at nine, don't you?"

"I just assumed you'd want tonight for yourselves," Doris smiled conspiratorially. " No, tomorrow night would be fine."

"Don't worry, we'll be there," Isabelle answered for the two of them.

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Once back in the car, Jamie drove them to a small duplex by the lake. It had two identical Suites, mirror images of each other with a small porch overlooking the water. Suite A was the one listed on the key, but it was Suite B that Jamie headed for. The door was slightly ajar and she opened it and stepped inside.

Just as Doris had described it, half the walls were unfinished and a small pyramid of paint cans filled one corner. A glance into the bathroom saw that some of the piping had also been disconnected. No, this wasn't the place she wanted to bring Isabelle.

"Our Suite is next door," she smiled to her companion who had been waiting by the open door.

Isabelle stepped aside as Jamie exited the Suite and used the key to unlock the door to Suite A. She stepped inside, then paused in the small alcove to let Isabelle enter first. After all, the younger woman already knew what the Suite looked like, having cleaned it so many times after others had stayed in it.

"Oh my, this is lovely," Isabelle said out as she entered the other room. "It looks just like the photographs in the brochures."

"I'm glad you like it," Jamie replied as she followed Isabelle into the main room.

The suite was composed of three rooms, the largest of which centered around a large rectangular oak bed. A long L-shaped dresser filled the far corner, on top the highest section of which sat a twenty inch television, complete with a DVD player. The opposite wall was almost totally mirrored, as was most of the ceiling. In between the mirrored sections above were twin rows of small lights that could illuminate the bed, the controls of which were within easy reach just to the left of the headboard.

The second room was the bathroom, only slightly smaller than the bedroom. Aside from the necessary fixtures, which were housed behind a closed door to afford privacy, the room held both a glass enclosed stand alone shower and a Jacuzzi built for two.

The last room was the smallest but also the most intimate, about half the size of the first two. Heavily carpeted, the only furnishings were a small table of a height easily reachable to someone sitting, or lying on the carpet. Opposite which was a small fireplace, with a supply of easy light logs piled next to it.

"Oh look, there's even a refrigerator," Isabelle called out as she pulled open the door of the small built in unit that was in the bedroom, "and it's already stocked."

Talking a look for herself, Jamie recognized the contents as a selection of the various chocolates and cheeses the resort offered as well as several bottles of wine. She'd also noticed a couple of bottles of body wash and bubble bath in the bathroom. All gifts left by Doris she knew, mentally adding up what was normally charged for such things.

"What shall we do first?" Isabelle asked.

"Well, getting the bags out of the car would probably be a good start," Jamie smiled.

"Funny girl," Isabelle smiled back. "I mean after that."

"Well, we can go out to eat, they have that late dinner I mentioned before," Jamie offered, "or we can hop over to the snack bar and get something to bring back to the room."

"I'd really like to go out," Isabelle answered. "I want us to go out."

"Then out we'll go," Jamie replied. "We can even go dancing if you like; the resort has its own nightclub."

The look on Isabelle's face told Jamie that she'd said exactly the right thing. There would be plenty of time over the weekend to make use of the room's privacy, right now it was more important for them to be out in public together.

Dinner was as excellent as one could hope it would be. It was buffet night and the only problem was deciding what to try next. That and the worry that you were taking more than you needed to eat. But Jamie quickly assured Isabelle that it was okay to go crazy once and a while and she was sure they'd burn enough calories to offset the rich food. It took Isabelle a few moments to get the joke, but when she did she burst out laughing. Jamie loved to see her laugh and promised herself again to do everything to make the weekend perfect for the two of them.

The other two couples at their table didn't seem put off in the least by the fact that the two women were together. One couple, Jim and Sally Rhoades, were in their early twenties and on their honeymoon. The other couple, Donald Mason and Penny Riley, were closer to Isabelle's age and fell into the category that the activities director like to refer to as business trip/shacking up. The over dinner conversation proved to be as good as the food.

After dinner, they went to the night club where a local band was playing. They had a few drinks but spent most of the time there out on the dance floor. It was hardly the first time that Isabelle had danced with another woman, that had practically been a standard at numerous weddings and social events while growing up. This time however it felt so different, because of the deep emotional and physical reaction she had to the woman in her arms. It felt so right for Jamie to be there and for other people to see her there as well.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Jamie asked, her lips just about brushing against Isabelle's ear as they held each other tight during a slow, romantic dance.

"Immensely," Isabelle replied as she tilted her head so that their lips met and they shared a kiss.

The music ended just as their kiss did, and Isabelle found herself quickly looking to see if anyone was staring at them. If anyone had been, she couldn't see it. She knew that this was a controlled atmosphere, but still it felt good not to have to hide what she was feeling.

"What would you like to do next?" Jamie asked.

"I'd like to go back to our room," Isabelle answered, delighting in how nice the last two words sounded.

There was a small bus that carried guests along the half mile road that circled the resort but it was such a nice night that Isabelle and Jamie decided to walk back to their room. It only took about ten minutes and hand in hand, they counted the stars in the clear night sky. On the way, they passed a few other couples with similar ideas in mind, exchanging nods and smiles as they passed each other along the paths.

"I love you, Jamie Delgado," Isabelle said as they reached their room. "It's been a long time since I've said that to someone and meant it so much."

"And I love you, Isabelle Alvarez," Jamie replied, moving closer to add a long, deep kiss to her words.

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The light of the fireplace, designed more for effect than warmth, reflected off the two women as they sat on the floor before it. Scattered around them were the half finished contents of the gift baskets and on the low table sat a half empty bottle of wine, along with two glasses.

They had changed out of the clothes they'd worn for dinner and dancing, replacing them with the outfits each had carefully selected for tonight. In Jamie's case, it was a flowing blue silk camisole, coupled with a tiny G-string. The top draped suggestively over her well developed form, highlighting her not inconsiderable charms.

For Isabelle, her choice of nightwear hadn't taken any thought at all. Months ago, when she had still been seeing Perry, she had seen the most erotic, fire engine red corset with matching panties and stockings in the window of the lingerie shop in the mall. She had pointed the outfit out to him, dropping a hint as to what she'd like for a birthday present. It was a little on the expensive side, she agreed, but he would have been the one to get the benefits of seeing her wear it. Perry hadn't taken the hint, settling instead on taking her out to dinner and buying a more inexpensive and already forgotten trinket as a gift.

When Jamie had told her they were going away to spend their first night together, she knew she had to have that outfit, price be damned. When she saw Jamie's reaction to it when she walked out of the bathroom, she knew it had been worth every penny.

"You are so beautiful," Jamie said as she ran an extended finger down the side of Isabelle's face, brushing the edge of her lips as she did so.

"That should be my line," Isabelle smiled.

"I'll be happy to share it," Jamie said as she moved in for another kiss.

As their lips met again, Isabelle considered again how each kiss was like their first, a feeling that she had never felt with any man. It wasn't a matter of gender, she thought, as much as the fact that what was passing between them was more an act of love than simple desire. Not that the latter was lacking in any way.

Excited hands moved up and down their bodies, seeking out all the soft places that the restrictive nature of their first encounter had prevented them from fully exploring. Slowly, carefully, Jamie began to undo the small hooks on the front of Isabelle's top, exposing the ample flesh beneath.

Much to Isabelle's delight, Jamie leaned down and kissed each bit of skin as it became visible. The younger woman was in no rush, preferring to savor the sweetness of her lover's breasts as more and more of them became available. Finally, the last clasp undone, the bright material fell by the wayside as Isabelle's bounty bounced free.

Running the tips of her fingers across the dark areola, squeezing the hard nipple between them, Jamie produced a soft and pleasing moan from the woman before her. Her fingers glided downward until she could cup each mound, then lifted each just a bit, dropping her head at the same time until both met somewhere in the middle. Then, after teasing them for just a moment with her tongue, Jamie took the closest nipple, and as much of the flesh around it as she could manage, deep into her mouth.

"Oh yes," Isabelle called out, delighting in the warmth of the wetness now wrapped around her.

With the same enjoyment they shared only minutes before as they fed each other the contents of the gift basket, Isabelle pressed more of her flesh into Jamie's mouth, a treat she eagerly accepted. Her darting tongue caressed the sensitive flesh, even as her teeth added just a tinge of hardness to the mix. The combination, repeated back and forth between each breast, was beginning to drive Isabelle wild.

On and on it went, until Isabelle couldn't wait any longer to do the same to Jamie, whispering that desire into her ear. The dark haired girl released her grip on the redhead's breasts and, with a quick motion, grabbed hold of her own top and pulled it up and over her head.

Isabelle had lost track of the number of times she had seen Jamie topless at the gym, marveling at the perfection of her breasts. But this time it was different, because this time she was going to be able to do more than admire. Pressing her face between them, she immediately began to shower them with the same loving affection that Jamie had bestowed upon hers. With equal effect, both physical and vocal.

They quickly developed a rhythm, trading kisses on mouth and flesh, their hands massaging each other's skin as well as rubbing flesh against flesh, nipple up against nipple. Climbing out of their sitting position, they stretched out in front of the fire, with Isabelle on the bottom as Jamie climbed on tip of her.

Starting again at the top, Jamie began to work her way down Isabelle's body, marking her way with the soft touch of her hands and the even softer touch of her lips. Each was rewarded by a pleasing sigh from Isabelle as they hit all the most sensitive areas.

"God, girl," Jamie grinned as she paused for a moment, "you have a really beautiful body."

"Liar," Isabelle laughed, still sometimes finding it hard to believe the changes in her over the last few months. "But it is a lot better because of you," she admitted.

"Then I guess it's right that I get to enjoy it," Jamie laughed as well as she went back to the task at hand.

Down across her stomach she went, her tongue producing even more laughter from Isabelle as it curled around, then tickled the inside of her belly button. Reaching the still covered mound between her legs, Jamie paused just long enough to kiss the center of the dark stain on the cloth, savoring the appetizing fragrance Isabelle's wetness had produced.

A hand moved down each leg, working its way down the outside on the downward journey, then the inner reaches on the return trip. Warm, wet kisses alternated between both in each direction.

"Turn over," Jamie said, actuating her request with the motion of her hands.

As Isabelle did so, Jamie started this time from the bottom, working her way up the older woman's legs until she reached the barely covered cheeks of her ass. A kiss graced each soft globe, followed by outstretched fingers which traced the outline of each, then met in the deep recesses of their convergence. A meeting that sent the loudest moan of satisfaction yet spilling from Isabelle's lips.

The erotic dance of Jamie's fingers continued up Isabelle's lower and upper back, again accented by the soft wetness of her mouth. This time, the press of flesh against flesh made reappearance as the black haired girl lay across the woman beneath her and massaged the tips of her nipples into her back.

Finally, Jamie reached the back of her neck, after covering it too with kisses, she tilted Isabelle's head just enough so that she could finish her little trip where it had began. As before, this kiss was just as sweet as the first had been.

"Oh I could just lie here forever," Isabelle said softly as she kissed Jamie again.

"If you want, we can spend the rest of the weekend doing just that," Jamie replied, also with a kiss.

"On second thought, that might not be such a great idea," Isabelle said after a few moments' consideration.

"Why is that," Jamie said, softly stroking the body now next to her.

"Because then I'd miss my chance to do the same to you," Isabelle laughed. "It's not like I haven't been thinking about it for over a month now, if not longer."

"Really," Jamie smiled, "and would you care to share just what you've been thinking of doing to me all this time?"

"No," Isabelle said, a touch of defiance in her tone, then adding after a momentary pause, "I'd much rather show you."

With that, she lifted Jamie to her feet and placed the younger woman's arms high into the air. Isabelle didn't want to simply repeat Jamie's performance, she was determined to improve on it, or at least give it her own flavor.

Standing behind Jamie, Isabelle brought the younger woman's hands into her own, high above both their heads. She squeezed them tightly, sharing the strength of the bond they now shared. Then, releasing her hold, she caressed her way down their length, moving across the back of her neck and shoulders until they traversed a path around to the sides of her breasts and on to the soft pink nipples jutting out from them.

Spreading her hand out as far as her fingers could stretch, Isabelle engulfed Jamie's smaller, but more rounded mounds, squeezing them tightly. Jamie responded with a soft cry and a backward tilting of her head so as to share a kiss of appreciation. A kiss that led to three and more after that.

Finally, Isabelle moved on, bending her legs to keep pace with the downward motion of her hands. Reaching the knots of Jamie's G-string, she gave each a tug and the knots collapsed into themselves, the string coming apart in Isabelle's hand. She glanced down at the flimsy garment for a moment, then tossed it aside.

Dropping to her knees, moving now in front of Jamie as she did, Isabelle ran her hand across the totally bare mound that was now exposed, an extended middle finger running down the length of the moist opening. From glimpses in the shower and locker room, as well as the feel of her hands against it that night by the canal, Isabelle knew that Jamie usually kept her hair tightly trimmed. So it was a surprise now to find that she had shaved it totally, one that led to a surge of excitement in the knowledge that she had done it for her.

Jamie parted her legs to give Isabelle both greater access and a better view. Aside from pictures, this was the first time she had ever seen another woman this close and she couldn't help but take a few moments to be fascinated by the view. Gently, she parted the folds of Jamie's sex with her fingers, revealing the glistening wetness of the inner walls. Running her thumb up above, she quickly exposed her excited clitoris as well, marveling at how different, and at the same time similar, it was to her own. Of course the view from a hand held mirror in no way compared to the one before her.

Taking one more moment to think about all she had learned and fantasized about in the last few weeks, Isabelle pressed her hand just a bit forward and slipped her middle finger inside Jamie, followed quickly in turn by the two fingers on either side. There was only so much you could learn by watching and reading she knew, so from this point on she could only rely on her own experience.

But for a girl who first learned to masturbate long before she'd ever heard the word, that experience was considerable in certain areas. And if all else failed, she could always fall back on that old but certainly true maxim, "just do to someone else what you know feels good to you."