Behind The Curtain

"Lesbian?"

Annette nodded assent. Even that took a great deal of effort.

"I thought that might be the case listening to your mother talk about your lack of prospective suitors." Sharon said. "You're much too pretty a girl not to have guys trailing after you."

Mrs. Robinson's mention of her mother brought another even scarier question into Annette's mind. She was afraid to even ask it because it might bring an answer she couldn't handle. It took all of her courage to finally put it into words.

"I talked to Dad earlier and he said Mom had gone out with one of her girlfriends and I was ..."

"And you were wondering if I was the girlfriend she had gone out with?" Sharon finished the question.

The answer had to wait a few very long moments as the waitress reappeared at their table with their order.

"You can put that idea out of your head." she answered as soon as the girl was gone. "I don't know who your mother went out with, but it wasn't me. I love your mother dearly, but we're just friends and that's all we've ever been. She doesn't know about this aspect of my life and frankly, it's none of her business."

Annette exhaled a deep breath or relief and then took a sip of her tea.

"In the same vein, I guess I should ask about you and Karen. You were after all roommates in college and such." Mrs. Robinson said.

"It's the same situation." Annette said, "Karen is most definitely straight."

Annette thought it diplomatic not to mention that her daughter was so straight that she had screwed her way through half the male population of their dorm. That wasn't something any mother wanted to hear, regardless of the situation."

"I didn't think so." Sharon said. "Not that it would've bothered me if the two of you had. It just would've surprised me, that's all. I've always suspected that Karen was somewhat homophobic."

Annette could've confirmed that suspicion but chose not to. Instead she was more interested in hearing the rest of Sharon's story.

"Where was I, oh yes." Sharon went on. "Like I said, I've been interested in other women all of my life. I had my first experience right after high school. So I guess the question now on your mind is how did I wind up married to Jack Robinson?"

The look of curiosity on Annette's face said that was the question on her mind.

"Well at 18, I was still unsure of the direction my life was going to take. It was 1970 and despite all those stories you might have heard about the swinging sixties, a lesbian lifestyle wasn't very socially acceptable. At least not in my household. I was unable ... unwilling ... to make the choices that I would've had to make to follow that road. To make my parents happy, I tried to live a heterosexual lifestyle. I met Jack on my first job out of high school and two months after that I was pregnant. My knowledge of birth control left a lot to be desired."

The image of Karen's older brother Mike flashed through Annette's mind. He was the baby, Sharon was referring to.

"The idea of being an unwed mother didn't appeal to me either so Jack and I were married a month later. Seven months after Mike was born, I was pregnant again, this time with Karen. Jack was nothing if not persistent."

The younger woman gently nodded her head. She could see herself in Sharon's place.

"By the third year of our marriage, long suppressed desires could no longer be denied and I had my first affair. It lasted six months until Jack came home unexpectedly from work. In hindsight, I guess it was pretty stupid having my lover over to my own home for a romp in the hay. But with two toddlers, I didn't have that many options."

"Yet you stayed married?" Annette asked.

"That came as a surprise to me as well." Sharon replied. "Jack never said a word about it. He simply moved into the guest bedroom and never touched me again. Later, when he became ill, we made our peace with each other. I really cried when he died."

Annette didn't know what to say. Thankfully, Sharon didn't expect her to say anything.

"Can I get the two of you anything else?" the waitress asked as she stepped back alongside the table.

"No thank you, ... Molly." Sharon said as she read the girl's name off a small plastic tag on her blouse and gave her a warm smile. "Just the check please."

Returning Sharon's smile, Molly ripped a small green check from her pad and carefully placed it on the table in front of Sharon. No sooner had she done so than the older woman dropped three singles on top of it.

"You keep the rest." she said as she did so.

"Thank you very much." Molly beamed as she picked it all up. The tip was actually more than the cost of the two coffees.

Annette couldn't help but notice that Sharon's eyes followed the sway of the young blonde's ass as she walked back up the aisle. It was very apparent to someone that was used to doing the same thing.

"When I was young and unmarried," Sharon said as they got up to leave. "I worked in a place a lot like this. Then, as now, the pay really sucked. The only good thing I can say about the job was that Jack worked around the corner from the diner and used to come in almost every day for lunch. That was how we met."

Once outside, Annette felt a little awkward again. She wanted to talk to Sharon some more, ask more questions but also didn't want to intrude into her personal life. Thankfully, Sharon asked her to walk her home.

"That's if you weren't planning to go back to the club of course." the older woman added.

"No, I wasn't planning on going back there tonight." Annette replied automatically. "Maybe tomorrow night." she added, again without thinking.

"Bondage night?" Sharon asked inquisitively, her eyes opening wide in curiosity.

"Oh is that what tomorrow night is?" Annette asked, knowing that her ignorance was a lie. "A woman I met there tonight mentioned that I might find Thursday nights interesting, that's all."

"I see." Sharon replied. "Well, I guess that some women do find that sort of thing interesting, or so I've been told as well."

Sharon's answer made Annette wonder if her friend's mother was a frequent visitor on Thursday night as well.

"Well we're here already." Sharon said as they reached the apartment house where Annette's parents and Sharon both lived.

"So we are." Annette agreed, a little disappointed that it had been only three blocks away.

"It's still early." Sharon said. "Would you like to come up for a drink."

Annette thought about it for a moment. The chance that she would run into her parents was rather slim. They lived on the fourth floor and Sharon the twelfth. The only way their paths could cross would be in the lobby and that was a remote possibility. And if by some random chance, she did run into them, she could always say she had decided to come by and surprise them and had happened to run into Sharon outside. She was sure that if that unlikely eventuality occurred, the redhead would understand.

Even so, Annette waited nervously for the elevator and breathed a sign of relief as they stepped inside. Thankfully, they were the only occupants. That relief faded as the car stopped on the fourth floor and a young couple stepped in. The woman, Annette immediately recognized as being one of her parent's neighbors. Her name was Adrianne.

"Oh shit," Annette thought. "What if she turns around and sees me? What if she mentions to Mom that she saw me here?"

By the time the elevator opened on the tenth floor, she realized that she needn't have worried. All the while, Adrianne's eyes never left those of her male companion. His name, Sharon later mentioned, was Edmond and he lived in 10C. He and Adrianne had recently begun seeing each other and were head over heels for each other. Since Adrianne still lived with her parents, they probably couldn't wait to get up to the privacy of his apartment.

Moments later, the two women themselves exited onto twelve and quickly headed to 12B. Still a little nervous, Annette glanced right and left down the long hallway as Sharon undid the locks.

"There, safe and sound." Sharon laughed as they stepped inside and she closed the door. "And away from prying eyes." she added in a even more humorous tone.

Annette felt a little silly about the whole thing now that they were inside. After all, they weren't doing anything wrong. It wasn't like they were walking around the building naked - it only had felt that way.

"I'm going to make myself a little more comfortable." Sharon said as she dropped her light jacket onto a chair. "You know where the bar is, why don't you make us those drinks."

Without waiting for a response, she disappeared into the bedroom.

Of course Annette knew where the bar was. She'd spent almost as much time growing up in this apartment as her own. And once they were in their teens, she and Karen had snuck drinks from both their parent's liquor cabinets.

Finishing the drinks, Annette picked up a large photo of Karen that was sitting on top of the television. Next to it had been an equally sized one of her brother, Mike. In many ways, Karen was a younger version of her mother. The resemblance was unmistakable. Funny that she had never really noticed it before. In fact, when she compared Karen's photo with the wedding picture on the bookcase, they looked like they could be sisters. They were both the same age in each picture, and both had a similar build. That was one of the thinks Karen used to joke about, that her mother's one really great gift to her had been a big bust.

"Okay, I'm ready for that drink now." Sharon said as she exited the bedroom. "I really think they water them down at the club, figuring that no one will ever notice."

Annette almost dropped the drinks as she turned around and look at Sharon. She expected her to come out in a house dress or at the very least, a robe and slippers. Instead, the attractive redhead was wearing a loose fitting light green teddy that did little to conceal the mammoth mounds beneath it. The dark circles around her nipples were very visible through the light material.

"I hope you aren't shocked." she said as she took her drink. "But I think it's rather silly to put on another change of street clothes when I'm not going to go back out."

"No, not at all." Annette lied. "A lot of times I just watch TV at night in my nightgown when it gets late."

"Oh, I don't wear this to bed." Sharon mentioned casually as she led Annette to the coach. "I normally sleep in the buff."

With that, Annette took a rather large swallow of her nightcap.

Alone with their privacy, Sharon asked a dozen questions about Annette and her life. In turn, Annette asked even more about Sharon's. In many ways, she thought she was looking at herself in twenty years time. As the two of them went on, the questions were becoming both much more intimate and detailed.

"Have you ever had any fantasies about me?" Sharon asked the younger woman in response to an admission that she'd had more than a few fantasies involving her daughter Karen.

"Well, I can't honestly say I've really thought about it before." Annette said. "I guess that before, I always had an image of you that didn't permit picturing you in any other context."

"And now? ..." Sharon asked with a curious smile.

Annette hesitated a few long moments, thinking real hard about her answer. A lot of her long held perceptions had suddenly turned around a hundred and eighty degrees. She knew that relationships that existed between adults and children changed when those children became adults in their own right - but never would she have imaged this situation.

"Mrs. Robinson..." Annette said quietly. "I think you're trying to seduce me."

Sharon laughed at hearing that. It was right out of an old movie she had once seen. And like the woman in that movie, she didn't seem upset by the accusation.

"... And would that be such a bad thing?" she finally replied after a few moments of silence.

Annette hesitated even longer before replying this time. Was this wrong she asked herself. The woman sitting oh so very close to her, producing such a strange reaction in her own body had been like a second mother to her. Then again, a second mother didn't really count. "No, I guess that it wouldn't be." she finally replied, her face lighting up in the broadest of smiles.

Sharon reached over and took Annette's drink from her hand and put in down on the coffee table next to her own. Then she leaned over and kissed the younger woman on her lips. It was a kiss unlike the hundreds they'd shared over the years.

After a few very long seconds, Sharon broke the kiss and moved her head back a little. She'd been pretty sure of what Annette's reaction would be but there was always the chance she could've been wrong. It was funny in a way, because they were both substitutes in a way for women they could never have. Sharon, in place of her daughter whom Annette had lusted after since their teens, and Annette, taking the place of her own mother who had fueled Sharon's Sapphic dreams twice as long.

"That was nice." Annette said.

"Yes it was." Sharon agreed. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?"

In response, Annette leaned forward and initiated her own kiss. This time the kiss was longer and even more pleasant.

The two woman traded kisses for a few minutes, their tongues making the briefest of contacts. Sharon felt the soft touch of the material of her teddy as Annette's hand brushed against her thinly covered breast. Her hand closed on the older woman's large globe, tickling the hard erect nipple as it did.

"That feels even nicer." Annette purred between kisses.

"It gets better." was the whispered reply.

Sharon pulled the edges of Annette's black T-shirt out from her jeans. Then taking an even tighter hold on the material, she pulled it up and over her head. A smile filled the older woman's face as she looked down and saw the small perfectly rounded globes beneath, wrapped in their fine black lace.

Easing the smaller girl back on to the soft cushions, Sharon reached up with her large hands and cradled each of her mounds. Moving in a counter-clockwise motion, she began to massage them, playing with the small nipples with her outstretched thumbs.

Pleased with Annette's reaction, Sharon leaned over and kissed each cloth covered nipple. Continuing to play with her left breast, the super ran her tongue across the exposed flesh of the right, leaving a thin trail of wetness.

Never missing a stroke, Sharon undid the small clasp that held the fragile bra together, causing the thin strips to fall by the wayside. Her mouth now sought out the rest of her guest's breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue now covering the entire surface them with wetness. Annette shivered at the touch of Sharon's lips on her smooth flesh as her tongue teased Annette's small nubs. Each lick bringing them to a new hardness. Then her lips closed on them and every bite and nibble sent waves through Annette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans that brought great joy to Sharon, spurring her on.

The redhead nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her tongue in circles around the areola. Then she began a slow journey downward. A light film of saliva marked the trail of her tongue as it slowly moved down Annette's stomach and across her belly button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious prize below. Finally she reached the thick leather belt and jeans that barred her from her prize.

"Let's get this off." Sharon said as she undid the belt.

Belt, pants and boots soon covered the carpeted floor, leaving Annette clad only in her black lace panties. They didn't last long as Sharon's fingers griped the elastic of Annette's panties and pulled them down to and off her ankles.

Sharon reached down between Annette's legs and traced the outline of her dark mound with her finger. Then it moved to the center and rubbed against it. As her finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she slowly slid it between the folds. A soft gasp escaped Annette's lips as Sharon slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second.

Sharon kissed one thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Annette's ecstasy.

"Oh yes...Annette said as she reached down and guided Sharon's head. "It feels so good..."

The smell of Annette's crotch made Sharon lightheaded. It was like perfume to her. She reached out and parted the wet lips with her fingers, moving her tongue between them, driving it deep inside. She closed her eyes as she savored the taste, a taste she never grow tired of.

"Oh God, Sharon," Annette said as her body jumped at the touch. " It feels so wonderful."

Encouraged, Sharon moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Annette's clit. She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving Annette wilder with each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Annette reached down and held the redhead between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of her lover's tongue.

Unable to use her hands any longer, Sharon reached behind and grabbed Annette's ass cheeks. Taking a firm grip against the soft flesh of her buttocks, Sharon pulled Annette's lower body harder against her face. This caused her tongue to be pressed just a little deeper into her lover.

Annette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax. Sharon could taste the increase in sweet nectar that was now beginning to flow in a steady stream around her tongue. She opened her mouth wider in eager anticipation.

The older woman was soon rewarded with a gusher of honey, so much that her lower face was soon covered with it. She held Annette tight as she screamed out loud and thrashed about it ecstasy. She hadn't had a sexual release this good since Vanessa had left her.

Sharon continued to lick Annette's pussy, stopping only when the smaller girl finally laid still. She lay there between her legs, softly lapping at the delicious residue that had trickled down her thighs.

"Now its your turn." Sharon said as she looked up from between Annette's legs.

That was all the younger woman needed to hear. She reached out and pulled the flimsy garment off Sharon, exposing her large plentiful mounds. No sooner were they exposed to the open air than her mouth was on them. With a savage hunger, she took Sharon's equally large nipples between her teeth and lips. The thought that these were the same breasts that Karen had once suckled at brought a sinful thrill to her. One that caused her inferno to blaze even hotter.

Even as her mouth feasted on Sharon's bountiful charms, Annette slid her hand between Sharon's legs. Sharon wore no panties and her fingers pressed against the bushy mouth.

Now it was Sharon's turn to moan as she felt the touch of a new lover's hand.

"Oh yes..." Sharon said softly as she leaned back against the couch and enjoyed Annette's dual ministrations.

The constant friction of Annette's hand against her clit sent ripples of delight radiating out from Sharon's pussy. Coupled with the delightful mixture of bites and gentle kisses on her breasts, it was enough to quickly bring her to the edge of ecstasy.

Annette might not have had Sharon's years of experience but she had learned a great deal in a very short time.

As the volume of the moans in Annette's ears grew in intensity, so did the frequency of her penetrations. A small series of mini-quakes began to rock the older woman's body.

Suddenly, Sharon's body stiffened as the cascading waves of bliss broke on the shoals of her sexuality. Her pulse raced and her breaths became shallow. A fine film of sweat covered her body.

"Oh God!" she panted as she collapsed exhausted. "I can't believe how long it's been since I felt so good."

Both woman laughed and held each other close. They shared a kiss they both found intoxicating as they tasted their own juices in each other's mouth. They continued to share soft kisses, licking droplets of honeydew from around their lips.