"Could you at least smile and pretend that youíre having a good time?" Arlene
Taylor leaned over and whispered to her companion across the table. "Itís only
our first night here and people are already beginning to stare."

The slightly morose expression on her friendís face faded to be replaced by the
sought after smile. In the same quiet voice she answered her dinner partner.

"I am enjoying myself." Jeanette Randolph replied. "I was just thinking how much
this little trip is costing you."

"Thatís right, costing me, not you." the 37 year old blonde quickly agreed. "I
wanted you to come along and have a chance to unwind. Get a little crazy. Have
some fun for a change."

"I have fun." said the 34 year brunette.

"Sitting at home night after night making up new lesson plans isnít what Iím
talking about." Arlene said in a corrective tone. "Thatís why I wanted to get you
away from all that."

"Well that you certainly did." Jeanette finally agreed.

It was something of an understatement. Actually, the small dinner table they were
sitting at was in the near center of a large dinning hall. The hall was the main
room of an 72 year old mansion that had housed four generations of her owners.
The house itself was on the far edge of a tropical resort that could easily
accommodated five hundred guests in delightful style. Finally, the resort was
situated on the southern tip of the tiny Caribbean island of San Cristobal, some
three thousand miles from the two womenís home in upstate New York.

The resort was known world wide as Scarlettís Cove and it catered to small,
select clientele. As lavish as any of the nearby Club Meds, its purpose was much
the same. The one major difference was self evident as Jeanette again glanced
around the large room. It was a resort for women only, specifically lesbian and
bisexual women.

This of course was no problem for either Jeanette or Arlene. Jeanette Randolph
had been aware of her preference for women since she was 16 years old. It was not
however a preference she had ever been comfortable with expressing publicly. Even
today, the history teacher from Arrow Lake couldnít escape the fear that someone
would see her in such a place.

On the other hand, Arleneís attraction to her own sex had only developed rather
recently. Up until two years ago, she had been married to a rather successful and
influential member of the community. It was almost ten years into their marriage
that she discovered that her husband had a long history of extra-marital
encounters. When confronted, Collin Taylor had told her if she didnít like it,
well then she knew where the door was. Any real love for each other had faded
half way through their marriage when it was evident that she wouldnít be assuring
the Taylor Dynasty with an heir.

Unable to turn to any of her so called friends who cared more about social
standing than anything else, Arlene had drifted into an affair with a woman she
met at the local health club. To her immense delight, she discovered that
sleeping with another woman brought out in her a passion that was never evident
in her relations with Collin or prior lovers. The affair hadnít lasted long, but
it had changed the course of her life.

After a few months, she had finally gotten the courage to seek a divorce from
Collin. Arlene realized all too well that despite his history of infidelity,
Collin still held all the cards. If ever knowledge of her own lesbian affair came
out in a court hearing, she could be left with nothing. It wasnít fair but it was
the way it was.

Then, out of the blue, Collin did the most considerate thing heíd ever done in
the fourteen years theyíd know each other. The 45 year old businessman suffered a
massive coronary one Friday afternoon while humping one of his new 20 year old
secretaries. While she never really wanted Collin dead, just out of her life, the
now widowed woman was more than willing to take her freedom anyway she could. And
if nothing else, she could take some small comfort knowing that Collin had left
this life doing something that he enjoyed.

Since neither had actually initiated divorce proceedings, Arlene had inherited
the bulk of the Taylor Estate. It wasnít considered good manners in polite
company to discuss just how large that estate was, but it turned out to be much
more than Arlene knew. Secure in her financial future, she had set out to enjoy
her life.

At a charity function at the local high school, Arlene had rekindled an old
friendship with Jeanette. They had been close friends during their last two years
at Washington High, despite the difference in their ages. Quickly reestablishing
the confidences they once shared, Arlene had confessed her new sexual preference.

She was greatly surprised when Jeanette responded that sheíd been aware of the
delights of lesbian sex since the days of their first friendship. In another
reality, the two women might have now become lovers in a passionate but brief
affair. But in the here and now, Jeanette was involved in a relationship now
going into itís fourth year and not the type for casual infidelity. Arlene, on
the other hand delighted in the constant thrill of new and casual encounters. So
the two women had become even closer friends instead.

"I still canít get over this place." Jeanette said as she finished her panorama
of the room. "Who ever came up with this place?"

Jeanette had never even heard of Scarlettís Cove until they switched planes in
Jamaica and Arlene sprung it on her. Originally sheíd thought they were going to
Jamaica.

"Take a look at the painting over on that wall." Arlene said in response as she
pointed to a large portrait hanging over a fireplace.

Jeanette followed her friendís direction until she focused on the image. The
young woman in the painting appeared to be in her mid-twenties. Long flaming red
hair that stretched down to her waist was the first thing you noticed, framing a
creamy white complexion that in turn was set off by dazzling emerald eyes. The
gown she wore was low cut, revealing a healthy bosom that was just as soft white
as her face.

"That is Miss Scarlett McMurphy." Arlene said. "And this house and just about
everything around it for twenty miles belongs to the McMurphy family. Back in the
twenties, her grandfather came to the Caribbean to seek his fortune and like so
many others, he found it. Unlike most of the families that established incredibly
profitable enterprises on the islands, Sean McMurphy was a man of conscience.
From the very beginning, he put part of every dollar he made here back into the
island. He built the first hospital, then the school. His son continued the
tradition, sending the best and the brightest of the islandís young men and women
off to colleges in the States. By the time most of the Caribbean Republics had
degenerated into petty dictatorships in the 40ís and 50ís, San Cristobal was the
jewel in the lake with a healthy, well educated population."

Jeanette listened fascinated. She had a degree in history yet had never heard of
this island until yesterday.

"Thatís just to give you a little broad background." Arlene continued. "The story
of Scarlett McMurphy began in 1928 when she was born right here in this house.
Her grandfather was so taken by her that first time he looked at his newborn heir
that he immediately christened this cove - Scarlettís Cove. Back in those days,
few people said no to Sean McMurphy."

"But whatís that got to do with this resort?" Jeanette inquired.

"Patience, Iím getting to that." the older woman continued. "Michael McMurphy
only had two other children, an older son, Sean Michael and a younger daughter,
Mary. Sean died in combat during World War II, so Scarlett was now the oldest and
heir apparent. By the early fifties, Scarlett had already attended some of the
best schools in the world and took control of the day to day operations of the
family business.

While it quickly became obvious that she had inherited both her fatherís and
grandfatherís business sense, it was also apparent that she had a spirit that
really didnít fit into the somewhat conservative 1950ís. Even more so, it was
noticed more and more that she spent most of her time in the company of other
young women and there was a definite lack of male companionship in her life. This
wasnít for lack of offers, as you can see from that portrait she was a beauty.
Rumors began to circulate, but not too loudly and definitely not within earshot
of "Big Mike" McMurphy.

A story went around that some cheap tabloid was going to do a story about
Scarlett that all but called her a dyke in print. Legend has it that the owner of
that magazine was visited late one night by some friendís of "Big Mike". No one
really knows what really happened but the story never saw print and the company
went out of business within six months.

Scarlett continued to run the family business until the mid seventies when she
suddenly turned control over to her two nephews, the sons of her sister, Mary and
retired to the island. A year later she opened Scarlettís Cove. A place where
women like her could come and be themselves for a week or two, away from a prying
world."

"Thatís incredible." Jeanette said. "She mustíve led one interesting life. "

"Led?" Arlene asked. "Sweetheart, she still runs the place."

Arlene didnít answer, she just turned her had back to the nearby portrait and
took another long hard look.

Again scanning the room, Jeanette suddenly stopped when she saw a familiar face.
It wasnít that she knew the woman personally, but her beautiful face was
recognizable the world over - Courtney Austin, the black pop diva. She again
leaned over to Arlene and quietly pointed her out.

"I know." she whispered back. "This is my third trip here and youíd be surprised
who Iíve seen here. Thatís the beauty of it all, no one ever talks about this
place."

Arlene then recounted that last year a reporter from one of those supermarket
tabloids had come to the island and had somehow gotten pictures of a senatorís
wife who was also here. The senator was planning a go for the presidency this
year. All it took was a simple phone call to the editor of that magazine, who
incidentally had also been a guest at one time, and the story simply disappeared.

Arlene then delighted in pointing out two more celebrities that Jeanette had
missed. One was C. K. Lane, another popular singer who was no surprise since she
had long ago publicly declared her lesbianism. The second was a great surprise as
Arlene pointed out Bonnie Cheng, the nationally known newsanchor. Jeanette never
would have guessed.

"Can I get you ladies anything else?" a sweet voice said from behind Jeanette.
"Some dessert, perhaps?"

The schoolteacher turned about to find a young island woman standing at her
shoulder. Richly tanned olive skin gave her a exotic look which was only added to
by her long black hair. What set her apart from many of the woman here was that
she was topless. All she wore was a piece of white material wrapped around her
waist like a skirt.

Nudity was perfectly normal here but few of the guests practiced it outside of
the beaches. Jeanette couldnít help but admire the dark nipples only a few inches
from her face. Arlene had explained to her that none of the employees were under
any obligation to fraternize with the guests, but at the same time there were no
rules against it if they wanted to. Money never entered the picture because none
of the guests carried any and any employee that tried to solicit it was
immediately fired.

"No, not right now." Arlene said as she gave the young woman a broad smile.
"Maybe later..... Mae." she added as she read the girlís name off the small
plastic name clip she used to keep the makeshift skirt in place.

Mae gave a similar smile in reply that suggested that dessert was definitely a
possibility.

"Youíre incorrigible." Jeanette noted with a laugh, ignoring the fact that she
was looking at the young woman just as admirably.

"This is true." Arlene smiled back. "So itís a good thing I donít have your job."

"How so?"

"Oh come on now." came Arleneís reply in a tone that was half serious. "Every day
you have a class full of sweet young things hanging on your every word. Just by
the law of averages, a few of them have to be interested in, how shall we put it,
a little extracurricular exploration in alternate lifestyles. Donít tell me you
havenít at least fantasized about it? Especially when the weather turns warm and
so much clothing comes off."

"Iíve learned to keep my personal and professional life separate." Jeanette said
in a flat voice.

"I think Iíve hit a nerve." Arlene shot right back."

Before Jeanette could answer, a tall black woman stepped to the small stage
podium at the front of the hall and picked up the microphone.

"If I can have your attention, Ladies." she began with a chipped British accent.
"The auction is going to begin in about 15 minutes so if you could just finish up
so the kitchen girls can clear the tables."

The announcement brought a fresh murmur of voices across the room. There was
obvious excitement in the air. Jeanette forgot her previous thought and instead
asked Arlene what this was all about.

"Well itís pretty simple." she began. "Ever see one of those charity bachelor or
bachelorette auctions, you know where they auction off dates."

Arlene nodded agreement.

"Well, basically its the same thing. We donít carry money of course, but anyone
who want to participate can and then settle up when they check out. The money
goes to the college scholarship fund and itís all really a lot of fun."

"Youíve done this before." Jeanette asked.

"Last time I was here." came the reply with pride. "I went for $450, pretty
impressive if I say so myself."

"You never cease to amaze me." Jeanette said.

"I never cease to amaze myself." came the reply.

A small commotion at the large entrance to the hall suddenly drew everyoneís
attention. At an unseen signal, two tall woman standing by the wide double door
pulled them open.

"If you were really fascinated by that story about Scarlett McMurphy, then hereís
your chance to meet her." Arlene said as she spotted a familiar procession.

Jeanette sat riveted as she small group of women moved across the room. The crowd
parted in front of them as they moved and to both womenís delight their path
would take them right by their table.

About ten feet away, the last of the crowd stepped out of the way, giving
Jeanette a clear unrestricted look at Scarlett McMurphy. She was tall, 5í10",
something that was impossible to judge in the painting. Her long red locks were
long gone, replaced by short but full white hair that had been woven into an
artistic hairstyle. Her stride was still that of a powerful, confident woman. Of
course her body no longer resembled the full figured 20 year old of her portrait,
but it still wasnít that of a 68 year old woman. If Jeanette had to guess her age
she wouldnít have gone past mid-fifties. Round gold rimmed glasses framed bright
green eyes that had lost none of the fire or intelligence of her younger days.

It was only when they were a few feet apart that Jeanette realized that they were
stopping at her table.

"Itís so good to see you again, Arlene dear." Scarlett said. "You must find time
to stop by my office tomorrow afternoon and we can discuss the new school."

"Of course." Arlene replied.

While aware that Arlene regularly spent a large portion of the fortune sheís
inherited on schools and such, she never knew her interest extended this far. At
the moment, she was more interested in the two young women who accompanied
Scarlett. Both wore outfits identical to the waitress from earlier and both were
as amply endowed. What set them apart was that neither was a native. One was
tall, blonde and blue eyed, the other Hispanic and brown skinned. Both appeared
to be in their early twenties.

Their brief conversation over, Scarlett bade them to have fun and continued onto
the stage. Once they were out of earshot Jeanette mentioned the two young women
and asked of they were some sort of honor guard.

"In a way," Arlene answered. "Theyíre her bedmates for this week."

"What?"

"From what I understand, Scarlettís slept with two women a night since she was 30
years old. Itís considered a great honor, Iíve heard the waiting list is almost
six months long."

As soon as Scarlett and her escort took their place on the stage, the auction
began. The first contestant was a pretty young blonde in her twenties. She went
quickly for $300 dollars.

Next up was an older woman who Jeanette guessed to be in her early 40ís. The
schoolteacher quietly remarked that the woman had a lot more guts than she did,
getting up there in front of everyone like that. Surprisingly she went for only
forty dollars less than the young blonde.

As the next participant walked up to the stage, Jeanette jumped up in her seat.
The resemblance was uncanny. It took both a second and third look for her to
finally conclude that the Asian girl wasnít who sheíd first thought she was.

Enthralled as the girl strutted her stuff back and forth on the stage, Jeanette
listened as the bidding went on. A bid of $200 was quickly replaced by one of
$250 and that in turn by $300. The young woman was beautiful, there was no
disputing that. In the brief time it took her to acknowledge that, the bidding
had passed $350. If she had both the nerve and the money, Jeanette would tempted
to bid on her.

Then with a smile and a laugh, the young woman whoís name the auctioneer had
announced was Keiko Nugora, pulled off the small sarong sheíd been wearing and
now pranced in the nude. The bidding immediately shot to $500.

Watching her little dance, Jeanetteís mind began to wander to a time just a
little less than a year ago and to the woman Keiko reminded her of so.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Emi, Iím home." Jeanette called out as she closed the apartment door behind her.
"You wouldnít believe the stunt my class tried to pull on me today, it was old
when I was a junior."

The sound of running water from the bathroom sink told her that it would be a
minute or two before Emi was out. Picking up the mail from the small table by the
door, she began to flip through it as she stepped into the small living room.

"Bills, bills, junk mail." she mused as she dropped onto the well worn couch and
tossed them onto the coffee table one by one.

"Were does it all go?" she asked herself.

Sometimes it seemed that they were just getting by. She made a decent salary as a
teacher, especially since sheíd gotten tenure and Emi was doing OK as a teaching
assistant. Sheíd do even better once she finished up those last few credits she
needed for her teaching certificate.

Emi and Jeanette had been together for almost 5 years now and it had been with
the 25 year old Japanese woman that sheíd found contentment. It seemed like every
day brought something new and exciting.

"San Padre School District, San Padre, California. " she read off the return
address of a long white envelope that was addressed to Emi. "I wonder what this
was?" she mused as she looked into the empty envelope.

The brunette didnít hear the soft footsteps of her roommate/lover as she came up
behind her. She suddenly felt a pair of familiar hands on her breasts and she
arced her head back to meet Emiís kiss. The pressure of the younger womanís lips
against her own was enough to bring a pleasing tingle between her legs.

"Hi babe," she said as they broke the kiss.

"Hi lover," Emi said as the short haired woman swung her body over the arm of the
sofa and landed right on Jeanetteís lap. "I missed you."

Emi kissed Jeanette again, this time pressing her tongue against Jeanetteís. The
kiss lasted a long time, followed by a second and third.

"My youíre in a playful mood." Jeanette grinned. "Whatís brought this on?"

"I missed you thatís all." Emi whispered into Jeanetteís ear, kissing it as well.
"And Iíve been wanting to give you something all afternoon."

Emi again cupped Jeanetteís firm breasts and squeezed them gently, massaging
them. She could fell the large pink nipples begin to stiffen under the plain
white bra her lover wore under her conservative school attire. She again kissed
Jeanette lightly.

"Nice." she asked.

"Nice." Jeanette agreed.

Soft fingers quickly moved down the starched white blouse the teacher wore,
undoing buttons as they went. As it fell open, Emi slid her hand alongside the
smooth skin of Jeanetteís stomach and then up under the elastic strap of her bra.

"Emi...." Jeanette moaned softly.

"Shhh," Emi replied, touching her loveís lips with an outstretched finger. "Just
lay back and relax, Iím going to take care of everything."

A practiced touch undid the front clasp of her bra, freeing access to the large
soft mounds beneath. Emi took the erect pink nipples between her fingers and
tweaked them. Then she leaned forward and kissed each one, lightly caressing the
tip of each with her tongue.

The short haired oriental took a step back off the couch and pulled her oversized
blue T-shirt up over her head. The shirt had been all she was wearing. Bringing
her hands to her chest, she briefly stroked the small round orbs that protruded
there. Her small nipples were a dark brown but the nipples no less erect.

Between her legs was a tiny black triangle, almost the only hair on her entire
body. Although 25 years old, the woman still had the body of a teenage girl or as
Jeanette had remarked many times - a wood nymph.

Emi returned her attention to Jeanette and eased her down onto the couch. Her
mouth now sought out her breasts and began to suck on them. Her roving tongue
covering them with wetness. Jeanette shivered at the touch of Emi's lips on her
smooth flesh as her tongue once more teased Jeanette's large nipples. Each lick
bringing them to a new hardness. Then her lips closed on them and every bite and
nibble sent waves through Jeanette, causing her to emit soft moans. Moans which
brought great joy to Emi.

Emi reached down between Jeanette's legs and under her skirt, tracing her finger
against the panty covered outline of her mound. Then she pushed aside the thin
material, ripping it in the process and moved to the center of the mound rubbing
against it. As her soft finger became lubricated by the wetness there, she
slowing slid it between the folds. A louder gasp escaped Jeanette's lips as Emi
slid the finger in and out, soon following it with a second.

Emi licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head down Jeanette's
stomach, pausing to kiss and lick her way, pausing only long enough to pull the
short blue skirt up around her waist. Lower and lower she kissed her way until
she reached the edge of Jeanette's wetness. Then the dark haired woman kissed one
thigh, then the other. Finally she kissed the center of Jeanette's ecstasy.

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

The smell of Jeanette's crotch made Emi lightheaded, she'd waited all day for
this. 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 knew would be hard to do without.

"Oh God, Emi," Jeanette said as her body jumped at the touch. "I canít remember
that last time it felt so wonderful."

Encouraged, Emi moved her pulsating mouth closer and sought out Jeanette's clit.
She alternated between her finger and her tongue, driving Jeanette wilder with
each stroke. A rhythm quickly developed as Jeanette reached down and held her
younger loverís head between her legs, then lurched forward with each movement of
Emiís tongue.

Unable to use her hands any longer, Emi reached behind and grabbed Jeanette's ass
cheeks. Never missing a beat, she slid a cum lubricated finger into her anus.
Jeanette let out a loud moan as she felt it penetrate. Then Emi withdrew the
finger and reinserted it, finger fucking her ass.

Jeanette began to gyrate faster as she felt herself nearing climax. Emi could
taste the increase in girljuice and opened her mouth while at the same time she
drove it deeper.

The small Japanese woman was soon rewarded with a gusher of girljuice, so much
that her face was soon covered with it. She held Jeanette tight as the teacher
screamed out loud and trashed about it ecstasy. Itíd been a long time since she'd
had a sexual release of this magnitude.

Emi continued to lick Jeanette's pussy and slowly finger fuck her ass, stopping
only when her lover finally laid still. She then withdrew her finger but
continued to lick between her legs, but softly now, taking the time to clean her
thighs of delicious girlcum.

"That was wonderful." Jeanette said in a breathless voice. "I feel so alive....so
exhilarated."

"I'm glad," Emi said as she brought herself up to a sitting position. "I've
wanted to do that for so very long."

Jeanette reached out and pulled Emi close to her. She kissed her, tasting her own
cum in Emi's mouth. She found it intoxicating. She continued to kiss her for
several minutes, licking droplets of sweet girljuice from her face.

"I love you Emi," She whispered as she kissed her softy. "I want every day to be
just like this one."

So lost had Jeanette been in the euphoric afterglow of their encounter, she
failed to notice the way Emiís body had shuddered when she had said that.

It wasnít until the next day that Emi mentioned the empty envelope Jeanette had
found the day before. Sheíd been offered a job in California. The San Padre
School District was more interested in the fact that she was proficient in both
Japanese and English than the fact that she was still a few credits shy of her
certificate. They were in such desperate need of teachers with that ability, due
to the influx of new Japanese families in the area, that they were offering her a
full teachers salary while she worked as an assistant. In addition, theyíd give
her time off to finish school. The offer was just too good to pass up. Sheíd
never get another chance like this one.

Emi had suggested that Jeanette come with her and try and get a teaching job out
there as well. At least that way theyíd be together. But she knew Jeanette
wouldnít go. Her life was here, she just couldnít leave it all and start over.

Emi had moved out that Monday. Over the intervening weekend they hadnít made love
again. Over the next few months theyíd spoken to each other on the phone a few
times and exchanged letters as well. Then in March had come the letter that said
she had met another woman. Jeanette had stopped writing after that.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Absorbed in her memories, Jeanette didnít hear the British born auctioneer
announce the winning bid of $950 for Keikoís company. In fact, it wasnít until
the dark skinned mistress of ceremonies announced the next contestants name a
third time that she finally heard it. And even then she knew that there had been
some kind of mistake.

"Jeanette Randolph." she repeated again over the address system.

"There has to be some kind of mistake." she said, turning to Arlene.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." her friend said, her grin spread ear to ear. "I
entered you in the auction."

"You what!" Jeanette exclaimed.

"Come on, itíll be fun." Arlene enjoined.

"I canít do this."

"Of course you can." Arlene insisted. "Just go up there and have a little fun.
God knows you can use it. Who knows you might get lucky."

"I canít go up there, itís too embarrassing." the brunette went on. "What if no
one bids on me?"

"Youíre selling yourself short." said Arlene. "Even so, Iíll bid on you and I
already asked a friend to bid on you too and Iíll pay her back. Even if no one
else bids, which I doubt, weíll make sure you get a respectable bid. Now go have
fun!"

"Jeanette Randolph." came the fourth and final call. "Are you out there
Jeanette?"

Hesitantly, she rose to her feet and stepped forward. A round of applause
followed her. As she got halfway there she paused and looked back at Arlene. She
was leading the applause.


-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= From: Ann Douglas <annd@pop.tiac.net>


-  Scarlettís Cove - Part Two by  Ann Douglas


"Are you nervous?" the announcer asked as she took her place on the stage.

"Yes." she said awkwardly.

"Well donít worry, just have fun." the dark woman said. "And remember, itís for
the kids."

"Ladies, before I take the first bid, I just want to take a moment to acknowledge
Jeanetteís courage in coming up here." the announcer said into her mike. "Up
until we called her name, she didnít know her friend had entered her in the
auction."

That brought another round of applause, ended only when she called for the first
bid.

"$100." Arlene called out.

"$125." called out her friend, Kate.

"$150." called out a third woman.

"$200." Arlene bid as she smiled, glad that at least someone else was bidding.

"$250." came a bid from a new voice.

"$300." shouted a voice familiar to Arlene.

What Arlene didnít tell Jeanette was that she had more than one ringer in the
bidding. Even before they had come down to the island, Arlene had found someone
who she believed would be the perfect match for her friend. In the ten months
since Emi had left, Jeanette hadnít gone out on a single date. In fact, her only
sexual release had been her own left hand and the half dozen occasions when
theyíd slept together. Sex with Jeanette had been truly great, there was no
denying that. But it was the mark of an enduring friendship that made Arlene want
something more for her friend. She had set up this whole trip to get her together
with Diane.

"$350." Arlene bid.

The plan was for the three of them to drive the price up to $450, the price that
she had told Jeanette that she had been sold at and them have Diane bid $50 more.

"$400." called out Kate.

"$450." Arlene countered.

There was a long moment of silence and then Diane called out.

"$500."

"Well I guess thatís it." Arlene said to herself in a pleased voice.

"$600." called the voice of the woman who had first bid $150.

Diane looked over to Arlene who was trying to see past the crowd for the unseen
bidder. The bid was too high for her to continue without it seeming suspicious to
Jeanette. She nodded to Diane to keep bidding.

"$650." Diane waved.

"$800." came the other voice.

"I donít know who that woman is," Arlene thought, "but sheís screwing up all my
plans."

Catching Dianeís eye, Arlene held up her index finger. That should knock the
mystery woman out of the bidding.

"$1,000." Diane shouted as a murmur filled the room.

The echo of her bid didnít even have time to fade before it was superseded.

"$2,000" called out her rival. "And Iíll match any bid after that."

Dead silence gripped the room. People shifted position and Diane lost sight of
Arlene. Without specific instructions, there was no way she was going to top that
bid.

"Anyone else?" the amazed auctioneer asked as the still calm continued. "Going
once, .........going twice......Sold!"

The room erupted in a thunderous applause.

"I thank you and the Sean McMurphy Memorial Fund thanks you." she added.

It took a few minutes for the room to calm down and the next contestant to make
her way to the stage. Jeanette was stunned by what had happened. How could Arlene
have done this to her? How could she have embarrassed her so?

"Well I hope youíre happy?" she said with a trace of anger in her voice as she
got back to the table. "You just had to put in the winning bid didnít you.
Couldnít resist showing how much money you could bid!"

"What are you talking about?" Arlene said.

"The winning bid, you just had to drive it all the way up."

"Well, I have news for you, girlfriend" Arlene replied, realizing now that
Jeanette couldnít tell who was bidding what from up on stage. "That wasnít my bid
and it didnít come from anyone I know either."

"What?" Jeanette said in astonishment. "Are you telling me that was for real?
That someone actually bid that much money for me?!?!"

ëYou got it!"

With that, Jeanette fell back into her chair in shock.

"Excuse me." said Mae who had suddenly appeared at their table.

"Yes." Arlene said, again returning the young womanís smile.

"The lady who put the winning bid on Ms. Randolph here said she had to leave
suddenly." the young girl said. "But she asked me to give you this."

Jeanette hesitated a moment before taking the offered note. Carefully she
unfolded the small paper and read the carefully printed words.

"What does it say?" Arlene asked.

"It says, please meet me by the waterfall pool at 11:00." Jeanette read. "Itís
simply signed E."

"Are you going to go?" asked Arlene.

"How can I not, the woman paid $2,000 to meet me." Jeanette said as she folded
the paper back into a square. "I have to go if only to find out why?"

"Do you want me to go with you?" Arlene suggested.

"No, Iíll be OK. Besides, Iím sure you have other plans." she added as she looked
again at Mae.

"Itís just like any other blind date." Jeanette said to herself as she walked
along the shoreline. "Except that I havenít been on a date in seven years and
never a blind one."

The warm evening had given way to a equally warm night and a clear sky revealed a
ebony blanket sprinkled with stars. If nothing else, this place was certainly
romantic. In the distance, Jeanette could hear the music of the disco still going
strong. It would go on that way until 1 am.

Checking her watch, Jeanette saw that it was quarter after ten, she had plenty of
time to walk over to the falls. She took a look at herself in the waterís
reflection. Smiling, she had to admit that the image was still as physically
attractive as a few years before. It was only her self-image that had suffered,
and that was mostly in the last nine months.

"Damn it, Arlene is right." she said to the gentle breeze. "Iíve got to put Emi
behind me and get on with my life."

Undoing the top two buttons of her blouse, the brunette opened it up enough to
give a view of her ample braless breasts. Might as well make a good impression
she laughed.

"Wearing my blouse like this, I really should wear my locket." Jeanette thought.
It was originally her grandmotherís and she had always worn it for luck. "If I
hurry, I could stop by the room and pick it up."

The area around the small living rooms was pretty deserted, most of the guests
were still out having fun. The quarters Arlene and her shared were on the second
floor and she quickly moved up the outside stairs. Once in the small three room
apartment, she quickly got her locket and was already on the way out when she
heard a noise from Arleneís room. Curious, she decided to take a quick peek.

The scene that greeted her wasnít unexpected but it still surprised her. Sheíd
seen Arlene nude a good many times, after all theyíd been occasional lovers. Yet
the sudden sight of her with another woman was incredibly exciting.

Arlene was on her knees with her back to the door. Standing above her, equally
nude with her arms and legs spread wide was Mae. Her old friend had her face
pressed hard against the young womanís pussy. After having been on the receiving
end more than a few times, Jeanette didnít need either the look of rapture on
Maeís face or the soft moans she was uttering to know how enjoyable Arleneís
darting tongue could be.

Jeanette had never really been interested in voyeurism but found the scene
fascinating. If she didnít have a pressing appointment, sheíd be tempted to stay
and watch. As sexually charged as she felt as this moment, she might even have
thought about joining in.

Quickly and as quietly as she could, Jeanette backed out of the room. Reaching
the top of the stairs, she paused and looked back.

"Have fun, love." she whispered.

11:00 came quick enough and Jeanette stood at the edge of the waterfall pool. She
hadnít felt this nervous since she was 16. A minute went by, then two and three.
Then suddenly a voice from behind.

"Iím sorry Iím late." said a soft voice from the shadows.

Jeanette turned to the sound of the voice but couldnít make out the speaker. It
was another few seconds before she stepped out of the shadows and into the light
of the nearby torches.

"Hi Jeanette." the blonde woman said, a warm friendly smile on her face.

The woman was an inch or two shorter than Jeanette, as well as about 8 or 9 years
younger. She had a slim tanned body, graphically illustrated by the same loose
skirt Mae had work. The only difference was that she wore a bikini top which
barely contained a 36c chest. Jeanette didnít recognize the woman but something
about her seemed familiar.

"Itís nice to see you again." the woman said.

"Again?" the older woman asked. "You mean again after the auction, right?"

"Well, that too." she replied. "But I was thinking more of a long time ago."

"Iím sorry, but I donít know you." Jeanette said. "Are you sure you donít have me
mixed up with someone else."

"I donít think so." she said as she came closer. "Jeanette Ann Randolph, you
teach history at Washington High School in Arrow Lake, NY and youíve been there
for the last 11 years."

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!" Jeanetteís mind raced. It was her worst nightmare come
true. Someone who knew her from back home.

"Relax, Iím a friend." the woman added when she saw the sudden look of panic on
the teacherís face.

"Who are you?í Jeanette demanded. "This isnít longer funny any longer."

"Do you remember Elaine Gluszczak?" she asked.

"Elaine Gluszczak..." Jeanette repeated as she rolled the name over in her mind.
"Just wait a second, I know that name."

It took a little while for her to make the connection, then it came like a
bursting dam.

"6 years ago, honors history." Jeanette said triumphantly. "I remember her now,
very intelligent young girl. If I remember right she went to MIT on a
scholarship."

"You still have a good memory." she replied.

"I still donít get it, are you a friend or relative?" Jeanette asked.

"Good on memory, short on deductive reasoning." the woman laughed. "I am Elaine."

"Youíre Elaine?" the teacher said in disbelief.

"Yes, Iím Elaine." she said, now only a foot away.

"Elaine I apologize, but I really didnít recognize you."

"Few people who knew me back then would." Elaine laughed again. "Not unless I put
back my glasses and then also put back on an extra 60 or 70 pounds."

The mental picture of the younger Elaine abruptly filled Jeanetteís mind. She was
a short plump girl with few friends but a brilliant mind. Jeanette had made it
her business to become her friend and help her explore the potential of her mind.
She hadnít really thought of Elaine in years, thereíd been so many students
since. Yet at the time she and the young girl had almost been as close as Arlene
and her had been in her younger days.

"Elaine, I donít understand all this." Jeanette said. "Why all of this auction
stuff, if you wanted to say hello why didnít you just come up to me and say
hello."

"I guess I wanted to make an impression." she answered.

"But $2,000 to make an impression!" Jeanette said in amazement. "If I recall you
went to MIT on a scholarship, your family was barely making ends meet."

"Thatís right, a scholarship you helped me get. But donít worry about the two
grand, I was planning to donate five to the scholarship fund anyway."

"Five thousand?" Jeanette repeated. Despite her friendship with Arlene, she still
wasnít used to dealing with sums like that.

"Let me explain it quickly, have you ever heard of a company called Startech?"

"Thatís one of those software companies, isnít it." she answered. "I read about
it in one of those articles about the Internet in Time."

"Thatís the one." Elaine replied. "Well anyway, I formed that company in my
senior year at MIT along with two of my classmates. When it went public last
year, my share of the stock added up to just a little under twelve million."

"Well that certainly explains the how, but not the why."

"Thatís pretty simple too." Elaine continued, her voice wavering for the first
time. "There were two things I never told you back in high school. The first
since Iím here at the resort should be pretty obvious."

Jeanette nodded in understanding.

"The other thing is that ever since I was 17, I was and I guess still am, in love
with you."

There was a long pause before Jeanette could manage to say a word. Even then, she
simply said.

"We have to talk."

Over the next half hour, Jeanette sat on one of the beach benches and listened to
Elaineís tale. It was both the most incredible and at the same time tragic story
she had ever heard.

"After my first year at college, I came back to Arrow Lake to see you." Elaine
continued. "All through high school I was certain that you had in interest in
women, but I never had the nerve to find out. By the time I was 19 Iíd found that
nerve."

Jeanette listened intently, it was like hearing a replay of her own life.

I stopped by your house one day just before you got home and waited outside. When
your car finally pulled up and you got out, I became certain about three things.
The first was that yes, you were a lesbian. The second was that the oriental girl
you were with was your lover. And finally, the last thing was "why would I ever
have thought that you or anyone else was ever going to be interested in a fat
ugly girl like me."

"Elaine, the first two were definitely true." Jeanette interjected. "But never
the third was never, ever true. If I never realized your interest in me it was
because of your age, never because of what you might have looked like."

"Well, true or not, I believed it. Thankfully I turned that anger into a positive
thing. I learned to spend as much time developing my body as I did my mind. Not a
bad result, huh."

"No, not a bad result at all." Jeanette said. "In fact, I think youíre
beautiful."

"Iíve waited six years to hear you say that." Elaine said. "It was worth it."

"So now what?í the older woman asked.

"All of my life, Iíve been a great believer in the concept of divergence points.
That you have certain points in your life where different elements come together
and you can change your destiny. If I hadnít waited for you that afternoon and
saw you and your lover, I wouldnít have started taking better care of my body. If
I hadnít pulled over one night to help a couple of students stranded with a flat
tire, I wouldnít have met John and Sally, my partners at Startech. The key is to
learn to recognize those turning points."

"And can you?"

"Not with certainly, but sometimes too many different things come together to
just be a coincidence. I was already leaving the banquet hall when they called
your name. When I heard it, I was intrigued enough to come back in to see who
also had that name. I never expected it to actually be you. Then when I asked one
of the waitresses about the woman you were with and found out that she was just
your friend, I knew that I had an opportunity to again change destiny. The rest
you know ."

"Which leads us to where?"

"Well, if nothing else, it finally gives me the opportunity to do this." Elaine
said.

With that, she pressed forward and kissed Jeanette on the lips, bringing with
that kiss, a half dozen years of unrequited love.

Elaine was prepared to have all it all end here, her hopes, her dreams, a
thousand nights of fantasy. All she wanted was this moment.

The kiss was oh so very brief, but enough to give Jeanette the option of
continuing or pulling away. When it ended, Elaine paused for a moment, then
kissed her again.

Sensing no resistance, Elaine slid her tongue between her lips and pressed it
against Jeanetteís. Excitement ripped through her as she felt the other womanís
lips part to admit it. When their tongues met, a jolt of electricity passed
between them.

More kisses followed, alternating between quick soft kisses and long soulful
ones. Their hands slid up and down each otherís bodies, delighting with each
others touch.

Softly rubbing her hand against the moist mound between Jeanette's long legs,
Elaine began to match the action of her fingers with that of her tongue. Soft
expressions of delight began to issue from the older woman.

Taking the quiet moans as encouragement, Elaine reached up with her other hand
and undid the buttons of Jeanetteís blouse. The small buttons quickly gave way,
exposing the large pale pink breasts beneath.

Jeanette sighed even louder as Elaine reached out and placed her hands against
her melon sized mounds. The nipples were rock hard and the touch of her slender
fingers sent shivers through the older womanís body. The younger woman
experimentally ran her fingers back and forth across them, delighting in the
sweet sounds emanating from her former teacherís throat.

Elaine reached back and pulled at the small bow that held her bikini top in
place. It instantly fell away, revealing firm round globes as deeply tanned as
the rest of her body. It only took another touch to undo the clip that held the
skirt. Even in the moonlight it was apparent that Elaine made a habit of
sunbathing totally nude.

Elaine looked into her mentorís eyes, quickly loosing herself in their deepness.
She couldnít resist kissing Jeanette one more time.

While their tongues slide back and forth, Elaine cupped Jeanette's breasts. Then
she bent down and replaced her hands with her mouth. The caress of her warm mouth
sent a string of encouragement running from Jeanetteís lips. Her speech was so
low that Elaine couldnít understand everything she was saying. The tone however,
was unmistakable. That and the slight pressure against Elaine's head as she was
again guided to the hard dark pink nipples.

Elaine nuzzled at each breast for a while longer, running her tongue in circles
around the wide areola. Then she began a slow journey downward. A light film of
saliva marked the trail of her tongue as it moved down Jeanette's stomach and
across her belly button. Lower she went, nibbling her way to the precious prize
below. Her fingers griped the elastic of Jeanetteís shorts and pulled them around
her ankles. Without conscious thought, Jeanette stepped out of them.

Reaching the now thoroughly saturated panties, Elaine took a moment to relish the
aroma. An aroma she imagined on countless lonely nights. She kissed each thigh,
again and again, before moving on to her prize.

Her fingers slid under the sides of the plain white pants, gliding across the
priceless pearl with a gentle reverence. She kissed the object of her desire
though the thin wet material, then slowly eased off Jeanetteís panties.

It began as a flicker. Then a touch. Finally a long loving caress. She could feel
Jeanette's body react to each stroke as she ran her tongue across her clit over
and over.

Jeanette began to buckle and spasm as Elaine increased the intensity of her
tongue's attack. She slid her free hand down between her own legs and slid first
one, then two and finally three fingers within herself. She quickly matched the
tempo of her fingers to that of her tongue.

Sweat ran down the older womanís body as she shook with each new ecstatic jolt.
She could feel the rising crest within her and knew that her first orgasm in so
many months was near.

Elaine darted her tongue in and out of Jeanette's tunnel of love, causing the
waves of pleasure cascading up and down the older womanís body to double. The
harder Elaine moved her tongue, the faster the waves repeated Faster and faster
the waves washed over Jeanette, each bringing her closer to an explosion . Tears
ran down her cheeks as she tried to delay the fire within her so that she could
enjoy each second. With a yell, the history teacher climaxed as she hadnít since
that last night with Emi. Her body shook for endless seconds as she took in every
aspect of her rapture.

Elaine followed with her own much smaller orgasm seconds later as her fingers
covered with her wetness. A much softer cry on her lips. "Oh my dear God."
Jeanette panted as she collapsed against Elaineís kneeing form. "Iíve missed that
so much." What she didnít say as she hugged the younger woman was that it was the
fulfillment of her most forbidden sexual fantasy. That of having a sexual
encounter with one of her students. Arlene had been so close to the mark earlier
that evening it had scared her. She was afraid to even talk about her fantasy.
Both women collapsed to the ground, entangled in each others arms. Silently they
laid there, caressing and kissing each other's body. Finally, after what seemed
an immeasurable span, Jeanette lifted herself on top of Elaine and softly
whispered. "My turn."

She hoped Elaine would forgive her for ignoring her beautiful breasts, but she
would make it up to her later. All she wanted at this moment was to loose herself
in the fragrant scent of her womanhood.

Elaine seemed to sense this and reached down with her own hands and spread her
pussy lips apart. Without hesitation, Jeanette dove in. She lapped at the young
and sweet thing, moving her tongue quickly and deeply into Elaine. Then she
brought the tongue up and hit the clit, causing sparks to fly through Elaine's
shaking body.

Jeanette ran her tongue against Elaineís clit again and again, striking it with a
feverish feeling that made her once forbidden lover feverish too. Feverish with
desire for more from this talented womanís tongue. .

Jeanette knew she was driving the tanned girl insane with orgasmic feelings.
Looking up she studied Elaine as she sucked. Her protege was feeling her own
breasts as she moaned, tossing her head back and forth on the sand.

Then in a burst of fire, Elaine began to come with sighs and squeals. As she came
she took her hands off her tits and put them on the back of Jeanetteís dark hair,
pressing her head deep into her pussy, telling her dream lover not to stop until
she had come with all her fury.

And come she did. With an orgasmic fury that superseded Jeanetteís explosion of
only a short time before. Never have she reached such a plateau with any previous
lover. Not even in her wildest dreams had she imagined it would be this
wonderful.

Where Jeanette had shouted to the stars, Elaine simply moaned in quiet
satisfaction, the tone of her voice not reflective of the bodyquake assaulting
her. Behind her closed eyes, bursts of starlight blotted out the heavens. As the
ripples of passion began to fade, her only fear was that it would never again
been this good.

"Are you all right?" Jeanette finally asked when the young woman failed to move
after a few minutes.

"I have never felt so right." Elaine said as she lifted herself up into a sitting
position.

"I thought we were going to talk about this." Jeanette said as she pulled up
along her.

"I seem to remember you telling me once that actions speak louder than words."
Elaine replied. "And if I really wanted something, I should reach out and grab
it."

"I always knew my big mouth would get me in trouble some day." the teacher
grinned.

"I hope we have this much trouble every night." Elaine added. "We have six more
nights here."

The statement hit Jeanette like a brick. The last few hours she had been living
in a fantasy world. She didnít have Arleneís passion for casual flings. The
thought that this had been one of them now troubled her.

"And then we go back to our lives." Jeanette said, a touch of sadness in her
voice.

"I guess so, but you never know what the future will bring." Elaine responded.

"If you say so." Jeanette said, her elation already started to pale in the light
of reality.

"Remember what I said before, that I was a real believer about divergence points
and how some things just seem to fall in place."

"Yes." Jeanette answered, feeling more let down with each passing moment.

"Well you might have noticed that new building theyíve been putting up about a
half mile from your apartment complex in Arrow Lake, the one by Lake Drive."

"Iíve driven past it." the now confused woman replied.

"Well I guess youíve never looked at the sign in front."

Jeanette just looked more confused.

"Future home of Startech" Elaine smiled. "I made the decision to move back home
months ago. See what I mean about things coming together at the right place and
the right time."

"I....I donít know what to say." Jeanette said, her face lighting up once more.

"Well, even after the building opens next month, I still have to find a place to
sleep. Think you can help me with that?"

"I think that together we could come up with something.í Jeanette beamed,
suddenly feeling a warm glow fill her heart - a glow too long absent."

"Good, now that weíve got that settled, shut up and kiss me. Weíve got a lot of
lost time to make up for."

And in that moment, the student became the teacher, and the teacher the student.