Sisters of the Cincinnati

"I can tell what you're thinking," Jennifer smiled as she drained the last of the wine she'd had with dinner. "You're wondering what all these important women have in common with a lowly receptionist at a second rate radio station?"

"I never thought of you as just a receptionist," Bailey said, wondering if her expression was that transparent for Jennifer to read her so easily.

"Not everyone here is at the pinnacle of her profession," Jennifer went on. "Some members are even secretaries and school teachers. The goal is to recognize and then help every sister to reach her full potential, whatever that might be."

"Wow, where do I sign up?" Bailey gushed, thinking how far she could go with an organization like that behind her.

"Well, you should know a little more about it all before you rush to sign on the dotted line," Jennifer replied as she refilled both hers and Bailey's wine glasses. "There are some expectations and responsibilities that come with membership as well."

That Jennifer hadn't immediately discounted the possibility of her being considered for membership wasn't lost on Bailey. She took a deep breath, willing herself to slow down and not seem too anxious.

"It's also one of the rules that when a member proposes someone for membership, that person has to also be seconded by one of her own sponsors as well. That way the organization insures the traditions they hold dear are continued across the generations. It's not unusual for a new sponsor to consult her own before she even broaches the subject with a prospective candidate."

Bailey nodded her head in understanding. It seemed an arcane rule, but obviously the current generation of members didn't have a problem with it.

"Who was your original sponsor?" Bailey asked curiously.

Jennifer hesitated for a moment, then, hiding behind the now filled glass of wine in her hand, said "Lillian Carlson."

"Mama Carlson?"

"Yes."

"Oh my gosh!" Bailey exclaimed, thinking the sudden revelation explained so much. "And you've already talked to her about me?"

"I think that maybe I should explain another aspect of the society before we get too far ahead of ourselves," Jennifer interrupted. "It might change your mind."

Not being able to imagine what could possibility do that, Bailey held her next dozen questions and let Jennifer go on. It was a long moment before she did.

"There's more to the Sisterhood than just business networking and social endeavors," the older blonde began. "There's a certain personal aspect to the relationships between some members. Some of them are just friendships, some of them are sometimes, how should I describe them ... intimate wouldn't be too strong a term."

"Oh," was all that Bailey could bring herself to say.

Despite the impression she sometimes gave, Bailey Quarters was hardly as naive as people thought. It didn't take more than a single breath for her to realize all the implications of the word "intimate." She looked around at the tables surrounding them, most of which had filled up since they'd been seated. It was impossible for her not to wonder which of those couples that word applied to.

"Bailey?" Jennifer said as she noticed her guest's distraction.

"Oh sorry," Bailey said as she snapped back to the here and now. "I guess I was just thinking you and Mrs. Carlson," she lied, thinking that was less rude than the truth. "Were the two of you..."

"Intimate?"

Bailey didn't need to even acknowledge the question. The look in Jennifer's eyes said it all.

"She's really a much different person once you get to know her," Jennifer said.

"I guess so," came Bailey's reply.

"To tell the truth, she and I were concerned at how you would take the invitation," Jennifer said. "Or how you even felt about relationships like ours. I hope I didn't give the impression that there's anything non-consensual in any aspect of the group. It's just that relationships like ours were the original focus of the society when it was founded, and it's been the bond that's held it together over the years. The business advantages and such were just an outgrowth of that."

As she considered what Jennifer was saying, Bailey let her mind drift back for a moment to her not so long ago college days. In particular, to two classmates with which she herself had an "intimate" friendship. One had only lasted a single, but highly fulfilling weekend, while the second had gone on most of her senior year. Both occupied treasured places in her memory.

"I guess I should confess that I'm not exactly a stranger to those type of relationships," Bailey admitted.

"Really," Jennifer smiled broadly as her eyes seemed to light up. "I really thought that might be too much to hope for. And do you think that a relationship like that would be something that you might want to consider in the future?"

That was a question that Bailey took a much longer moment to reflect on before answering. Her relationships with men really hadn't gone well since moving to Cincinnati. In fact, the furthest one had even gone had been a night she and Andy Travis had wound up on the couch in his apartment after putting away perhaps one too many beers after work. They had made out for a while and reached a point where her bra was undone and his hands were under her blouse. Then they'd both realized that since technically he was her boss, this wasn't an avenue they should really pursue. Neither of them had ever mentioned that night again and it hadn't been repeated.

"Is that an offer?" Bailey smiled back as she sipped her wine, a mischievous look now in her eyes.

"Do you want it to be?"

This time, Bailey didn't have to think about her answer. Even as she opened her mouth, her thoughts flashed back to an incident last year when a photographer had managed to shoot some semi-nude pictures of Jennifer while she was changing clothes for a publicity ad. The pictures had later been destroyed, but not before Bailey had gotten a very good look at them and the body beneath the red dress. It was only now, under these unexpected circumstances, that she was willing to admit the stirrings that the erotic photos had produced in her at the time.

"Yes," Bailey said with all of her heart, that simple word producing a sudden surge of lust between her legs, "and it has nothing to do with joining the Sisters Of The Cincinnati."

As much as she wanted to hear the first part of Bailey's answer, it was the second half that brought an even stronger burst of joy to Jennifer's breast. Reaching across the small table, she took Bailey's hand in her own and held it softly.

"Would you like to go back to my place and discuss it a little more?" Jennifer asked with a smile.

"I think we might do more than just discuss it," Bailey smiled back as she placed her other hand on top of Jennifer's.

With that, the two lovers to be rose from the table, still holding hands as they headed for the staircase to the lower level. So lost were they in each other, neither of them took notice of the sea of approving eyes and smiles that followed their passage. The largest of which had been on Donna as she opened the outer door for them and wished them a good night.

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Slipping into a cab that had been waiting by the curb, one of a group that made it a practice to be at this particular address around dinner time, knowing that there were generous fares to be had, Bailey heard Jennifer give the driver the address to her new apartment. That the cab driver was a woman in her mid-fifties didn't strike the younger passenger as unusual. Although it might have if she'd taken to time to notice that the taxis that moved up in line, as well as the four behind it, were also driven by women. None of them were members of the club, but the owner of the company could be found among the membership rolls.

Ignoring the fact that they were quite visible in the driver's rear view mirror, Jennifer continued to hold Bailey's hand. They exchanged warms smiled and barely suppressed giggles. Both felt as if they were back in high school, teenage girls on a first date.

Finally, Jennifer decided she couldn't wait another minute. Leaning across the seat, her lips found Bailey's and they kissed. It was a brief kiss, but one that little resembled any they had shared before. Full of promise of what was to come, the press of the older woman's mouth against her own left Bailey almost out of breath. It forever shattered their previous big sister/little sister dynamic.

"Wow!" was all Bailey could manage as Jennifer pulled back, leaving the brunette's lips tingling.

There wasn't time for Bailey to say anything more as the driver, whose name her displayed license gave as Patricia Shannon, announced that they had reached their destination. Of the kiss she'd watched with a smile in her mirror, not a word was mentioned. It had hardly been the most interesting thing that had ever taken place in her back seat.

Jennifer quickly paid the fare, and this time Bailey paid no mind to the oversized tip that went with it. All she could think about at the moment was how long it was going to take the elevator of the building in front of them to get them up to Jennifer's apartment. As it was, even that time proved too long.

No sooner had the elevator doors closed behind them, preventing to Bailey's relief the entry of another of the building's tenants, then the younger woman had her arms around the neck of the older.

There was no need for words, just the press of their mouths as she returned the kiss they had shared in the cab. Pressing against Jennifer's, Bailey could feel the warmth of the blonde's skin beneath her dress as she brought up both of her hands to cup her breasts. A rising fever that was mirrored beneath her own clothing.

The loud chime of the opening doors barely penetrated the lustful fog filling Bailey's mind. She couldn't remember the last time she acted this wanton. Reluctantly she released her hold on Jennifer so that she could get out the keys to her apartment. As she waited in the empty hallway for the door to open, the most ridiculous thought entered her mind. If Herb could've seen the two of them in the elevator just now, he'd probably have had a heart attack.

A thought that melted into nothingness as Jennifer undid the second lock and stepped aside to let her guest enter first. It was Bailey's first visit and on entering the living room, found it was all she'd expected. Filled with furniture that made the decor her own smaller abode look like it had come from a second hand store, Jennifer's apartment looked more like the home of a movie star then a working girl. At least one not engaged in the oldest profession.

"Would you like something to drink?" Jennifer asked as she locked the door behind her and stepped into the room to stand beside Bailey. "I know I have a bottle of champagne already chilled in the refrigerator.

"I think I need a cold shower more than a cold drink," Bailey replied in an embarrassed tone. "I can't imagine what you must be thinking of me, acting the way I just did. I'm normally not such a slut."

"Maybe I like sluts," Jennifer smiled as she reached up and brushed her fingers against Bailey's cheek.

Feeling a warm flush wash over her with the touch of Jennifer's fingers against her skin, Bailey closed her eyes for a brief moment to just enjoy the sensation. The gentle caress excited her even more than their previous kisses.

"But you're not a slut, so don't ever think that," Jennifer continued as she removed her hand and Bailey opened her eyes. "You were just letting out feelings that have been bottled up way too long. Besides, I might remind you that I was the one who made the first move in the cab."

"I guess I'll have that champagne then," Bailey said, relief in her voice.

"Besides," Jennifer said over her shoulder as she headed to the kitchen to get their drinks, "there'll be plenty of time for both of us to be sluts later on."

This, Bailey realized, was a side of Jennifer that she'd never seen before. As aspect of her personality that was sure to bring out the more hidden parts of her own. Ones that the younger brunette couldn't wait to explore more fully.

Dropping her jacket on an empty chair, Bailey took advantage of Jennifer's brief absence to take another look at the lavish apartment. Most of the expensive items in it, she was sure, were gifts from the long line of the blonde's admirers. The cost of some of these items, made her wonder for a moment if she might've been wrong in her earlier exclusion.

"I was just admiring your lovely apartment," Bailey said as Jennifer emerged from the kitchen with two long stemmed glasses and a champagne filled ice bucket.

"It is nice, isn't it," Jennifer responded as she set down the glasses and proceeded to open the bottle.

"You have so many nice things," Bailey said as she admired a painting on the wall. "I could never afford anything like this."

"Well most of them are gifts," Jennifer commented off-handily as she poured each of them a glass of champagne.

"Oh," the younger brunette simply said, wondering what her hostess had to do to get so many expensive gifts.

As she lifted both glasses and handled one to her, Jennifer caught the look that flashed across Bailey's face. It didn't take a mind reader to know the thought behind that expression.

"It's not what you're thinking," Jennifer said as Bailey took one of the drinks.

"I wasn't really thinking anything," Bailey lied, not wanting to offend her friend.

"Oh yes you were," the blonde smiled, "and it's a conclusion that most people might come to. But I can assure you that every gift that you might find in this apartment was just that. A gift and not payment for anything."

"Of course," the taller woman said unconvincingly, trying to hide behind the glass of champagne as she took a taste.

"Bailey," Jennifer said more forcefully, "the men that I spent time with get just that - my time. They like to be seen with a young, beautiful woman on their arms and I like the places they take me. They only share my company, not my bed."

This time Bailey believed her.

"Besides," Jennifer grinned as she also took a taste of the champagne, "even if they wanted to, I doubt many of them could rise to the occasion. So far, medical science hasn't come up with a magic pill to make that happen."

"Maybe one day they will," Bailey smiled in return, "Then where will you be?"

"Maybe here with someone I really care about," Jennifer said, her voice taking on a much more sensitive quality as she moved even closer to Bailey.

"This is really great champagne," Bailey said. "I feel like we should be toasting something."

"Then why don't you."

"Okay," she replied as she took a moment to think about what would be appropriate. "How about, to old friends."

"...and new relationships," Jennifer added as she moved close enough to interlock their arms as they drank the toast.

"Wow, that really has a kick to it," Bailey said after she had drained half the glass.

"I know what also has quite a kick to it," the buxom receptionist said as she took the glass from Bailey's hand and set both of them down on a nearby table.

Taking Bailey into her arms, Jennifer kissed her passionately. Bailey returned the embrace with equal desire, their tongues intertwining and reaching back and forth between each other's mouth. Hands again explored the soft bodies pressed tight against each other. This time, undoing the clothing that had previously bared their way.

Jennifer's clothing was designed to come easily undone, and Bailey had no trouble undoing the clasp and zipper that held it taut against her body. The older woman took a half step back and slid her red dress down, first off her shoulders, then below her waist, finally to the floor.

"Wow!" Bailey exclaimed as she took in the sight of Jennifer in all of her glory.

The dress the receptionist had been wearing had a built in bra, so the busty blonde was now clad in only the tiniest of panties. And even those were so translucent as to be almost invisible. The semi-nude photographs that Bailey had glimpsed the year before hardly did the woman before her justice. If she were a man, the twenty-four year old thought, she'd have a raging hard-on right now. As it was, she could feel a deep wetness between her thighs.

"I take it you're not disappointed," Jennifer smiled.

"I'd have to be straighter than the Sisters at Saint Bernadette's to be anything but overwhelmed," Bailey replied as she remembered the teachers at the grammar school she had attended back home.

"Well, I've never taken it for granted that all Nuns are necessarily straight," Jennifer laughed, "or even celibate for that matter."

"I guess that's occurred to me too," Bailey laughed back as she remembered some of the conjecture about a few of the Sisters between her and a few of her classmates back then.

"What say we make you a little more comfortable too," Jennifer said as she brought Bailey back to the here and now, closing the distance between them and opening the top three buttons of her blouse.

"No, let me," Bailey said as she brought her own hands up and undid the fourth button.

Eager to watch the younger brunette, Jennifer took a few steps back and motioned for her to proceed. Bailey stood there for a few seconds, then continued her fingers downward journey.

The plain white shirt came quickly undone and then slid off, giving Jennifer a full view of the light blue bra that she had earlier glimpsed beneath it. Smiling profusely, Bailey worked the small plastic clasp between the two cups, sliding it apart and open. Dropping the bargain basement lingerie to the floor, the brunette played with both of her breasts, squeezing the bright pink nipples between her fingers. When she moved her hands away, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that the dark haired girl's mounds where even more perfect than Jennifer's.

"Now it's my turn to say, Wow," Jennifer said, her face beaming. "You are beautiful."

"No I'm not," Bailey insisted.

"You can't really believe that," Jennifer said as she took a few steps forward to bring her within inches of Bailey. "I've known how beautiful you are since the day you walked into the station. It's taken all my self-control not to do anything about it until now."

Bailey blushed, hearing the words that she had so wanted to hear from someone for so long. Words that sounded even more thrilling coming from someone as special as Jennifer.

Backing up her words, Jennifer reached up and brought Bailey's face closer to hers, their lips meeting softly but firmly. Mouths interlocked, with tongues pressing out to caress their twin. The passion of their kiss could be felt in every inch of Bailey's body, making her wish it could last forever.

They held each other tightly in their arms, kissing each other again and again as their hands ran up and down each other's back. Jennifer brought her hands even lower the second time, slipping them into Bailey's panties to grab the cheeks of her ass.

"Oooooo," Bailey moaned into Jennifer's mouth as she felt the blonde's soft fingers caress her flesh, working their way between her ass cheeks to brush up against her damp, dark mound.

Jennifer continued her gentle massage, shifting her hands back out to the elastic band, stretching it out just enough to slip Bailey's panties all the way off. Before the blue briefs could even drop around the brunette's ankles, Jennifer's fingers were back between her legs, slipping past the bushy barrier and working their way inside her.

"Aaaahhhhh," Bailey moaned even louder as she felt two fingers reach inside of her, brushing against her clit to send a resounding surge of joy deep within.

Their bodies tight against each other, the nipples of their breasts pressed together, Jennifer furiously fucked her co-worker with one hand. A third finger soon followed, then eventually a fourth. And with each came even greater waves of delight.