"Behind The Curtain"( FF )[3/4]

	Looking over Francine’s shoulder, Annette
spotted Toni sitting at a table with an older redhead. 
She couldn’t see the woman’s face clearly but she
looked to be in her mid forties.  Also from what she
could see of her outline to see that she was even
more endowed that the Hispanic woman.  
	“At least one of us is scoring tonight.”  she
mused as she agreed with some nonsense that
Francine had just said.
	Her supposition of her new friends success
was in error as a few moments later she saw her get
up and leave the table.  Curious, she watched the
woman she’d left behind as she finished her drink.
Finally, she got up to leave and turned that for the
first time, Annette could see her face.  When she did,
she almost dropped her own drink in shock.
	“Omigod!”  she blurted out, cutting off
Francine in mid-word.
	“What...?”  a startled Francine said.
	“I have to go.”  Annette said as she dropped
the half filled glass on the bar, her words rapid in
their delivery.  “Give me a call and we’ll get
together.’’ she muttered to Francine.
	Before the yellow and black clad woman
could say that she didn’t have Annette’s number, the
brunette was already lost in the crowd, making her
way to the door in pursuit of the woman who had
just exited.     


	Annette burst out onto the street at a full
run.  Unfortunately, the object of her chase hadn’t
gone far.  In fact, she had only gone a few feet
outside the door when she had stopped to get
something out of her purse.  As a result, the collision
was inevitable. 


	“I’m so sorry.”  Annette said almost
automatically as she lifted herself off the hard
concrete ground.  “I guess I should’ve been more
careful and look ...”
	Annette stopped in mid-breath when she saw
that the woman she had so spectacularly crashed
into had been the object of her chase.  At a distance
of only a few feet, the face she had thought she
recognized from across the crowded room was
unmistakable. A lump filled her throat as she
managed to barely speak.
	“Mrs. ....Mrs. Robinson.”  she finally
managed to finally say.
	“Oh my.”  Mrs. Robinson said, much more
composed than Annette had been.  “Annette dear,
how nice to see you again.  Although I’m sure each
of us is a little surprised to see the other here.”
	“Surprised.”  Annette mentally repeated. 
“Surprised doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
	If she had to pick the last five people she
would’ve ever expected to run into at a lesbian bar,
Sharon Robinson would have been the second or
third name on the list.  Her mother would’ve
occupied the first position of course.
	In no particular order, Sharon Robinson was
the mother of her oldest friend, her own mother’s
best friend, and the woman who was more of an
Aunt to her growing up than any of her mother or
father’s sisters.
	“I guess we should have a little talk.” 
Sharon said as she picked up the purse she had
dropped when Annette ran into her.  “There’s a
rather nice coffee shop about two blocks from here. 
I’m sure it will be much quieter and private.”
	Still unable to form coherent sentences,
Annette merely nodded her agreement.  By the time
they were sitting in an isolated booth in the back of
the coffee shop five minutes later, she had again
found her voice. 
	
	“I’ll just have coffee, black.”  Sharon said to
the pretty blond-haired waitress who had walked
back to get their order.
	“Tea, milk and sugar.”  Annette said a
moment later. 
	Sharon waited a few moments until the
waitress was out of earshot and then broke the
silence they had shared since their collision in front
of the club.
	“I’m sure you must have a hundred
questions.”  she began.  “But let me talk for a few
minutes and I’m sure that I can answer most of them
without much trouble.”
	Annette’s silence signaled her assent. 
	“I guess the big question would be ... am I a
lesbian?”  the redhead said.  “The simple answer is
... yes I am.  I have been all of my life.”
	That single admission sent Annette into a
tailspin.  Mrs. Robinson had been both a wife and
the mother of two.  True the 44 year old had been a
widow for almost fifteen years but to hear her say
that she’d been a lesbian for even longer than that
was still a shock.       
	“Seeing that you were also in the club, I take
it that you are at the very least either bi-curious or
something more.”  she continued.
	The expression on Annette’s face told her
that the latter was the case.  In a calm tone she
asked Annette a direct question.
	“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 when I was 16. 
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 when 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.  The rules that existed when you were 16
really didn’t apply when you where 22.   	
	“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 her 16th birthday, 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 which
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 when 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 which 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 its 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
others mouth.  They continued to share soft kisses,
licking droplets of honeydew from around their lips.

	“That was really fun.” Annette said
laughingly.  
	“Care for a little more fun?”  Sharon asked, a
mischievous expression on her face.
	“What kind of fun?”  Annette asked.
	“Have you ever played with toys?”  Sharon
asked.
	“What kind of toys?”  Annette asked,
remembering the earlier mention of the Thursday
nights at the Scarlett’s Rose.	
	“Toy’s like this.” Sharon explained as she
pulled open one of then end tables and pulled out a
rather large rubber dildo.
	“Oh my.” Annette gasped, her hand covering
her mouth.

	“I guess not then.”  Sharon said as she began
to put the strap-on back into the draw. 
	“Wait, please.”  Annette said. “I was just a
little surprised, that’s all.  It’s not exactly the kind of
thing you expect someone to have in their living
room.
	“Well, normally I’d keep it in the table by my
bed.” the older woman said. “But I was expecting
company tonight and I kind of like doing it out
here.”
	“It does have a certain excitement.” Annette
agreed, remembering that she liked to play around
outside of the bedroom as well. 
	“So are you game?” she asked again.
	Annette thought about it for a few more
moments.  She’d played with vibrators and dildo’s
before, but had only been really penetrated by
another person during her three attempts at
male/female sex.  Of those, only the time with Danny
had been somewhat enjoyable.  
	“What the hell.” Annette said. “Might be fun
at that.”