Two Tickets to Paradise...

[Lady_Kit]

...a closed thread to explore with Sexy Chele.

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Kit

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Hi, Jessie, it’s Lynne…Lynne Shaw…I hope I'm not bothering you but, you said to call if I ever needed someone, and well, right now, I guess I do. I don’t know where else to turn. Please call me when you get this, I ... I really need a friend.

Lynne recited her phone number, gave a shaky good-bye and replaced the receiver with a clatter; cringing at the noise created in the silent room.

Silent room, silent house, silent life! she thought despairingly.

How could it have come to this? I did everything possible to make him happy. Everything, of course except stay perpetually young and beautiful.

She knew, intellectually at least, that she was far from ugly. She had kept her figure through the years and easily passed for a younger woman. Her hair was long and thick; the honey gold color was natural and showed no sign of gray. Her clear blue eyes gazed back at her from the large mirror across the room as she turned her head back and forth, looking critically at her body. Lynne found nothing that would make her unattractive, but she also saw nothing that made her stand out in a crowd.

That was the crux of it; Peter suddenly wanted a trophy wife and Lynne was left feeling like one of the bearers who had carried the hunting gear for his expedition. The analogy was not far off the mark really. After all, it was her paycheck that had kept them fed, clothed and sheltered for the past 10 years. She had given up her hopes of post grad work and a career to marry Peter Shaw, now Dr. Shaw; and in the end, she had given up more than her education; she had given up her youth.

Since gaining his advanced degree, and a reputation as a scholar and a skillful fundraiser, Peter had been courted by the best schools. He was a rising academic star who needed a young and charming wife by his side; he even had one all picked out, a 22 year old grad student named Mandy.

Peter had patiently explained all of this just this morning. Appealing to her love for him; assuring her that he’d make sure she got a generous allowance, not to mention the house, which really didn’t suit his new position anyway. He was so sure that she’d go along, just as she had always done; giving up everything so Peter could have the best.

Uncharacteristically, she had balked and refused to go without a fuss. In the ensuing argument, he had accused her of, among other things, frigidity.

“Lynne, lets face facts you’re frigid; and I simply cannot take your emotional and sexual distance anymore,” he had announced toward the end of the fight. “I have needs you know, a man like me finds it necessary to achieve full sexual satisfaction with my partner. Mandy understands that. Clearly, you are still harboring those lesbian fantasies that I warned you about in college. In fact, ever since you got back from your reunion, you’ve been different. I’m sure it’s the influence of that Parker woman. She never did like me you know, obviously something wrong there. Some latent psychological abnormalities if you ask me.”

As Peter droned on, in a voice that she now realized was unpleasantly nasal, Lynne knew that he was right on two points; one, she had been different since her reunion, and two, her old college friend Jessica Parker was at least partly responsible.

My friend, funny that I still consider her a friend and not just an acquaintance, she thought. We hadn’t seen each other since I married Peter, but now, she’s the only person I can think of to call. I just hope she’s friend enough to call back.

 

[SexyChele]

It was late when Jessie finally got home. Her job as an advertising account manager was highly demanding, and her head was ringing with the latest project that had just crossed her desk.

Damn, but she needed a vacation!

She walked into the house, and poured herself a drink. As she walked to the bedroom, she flipped on the answering machine, and the barrage began. She quickly removed the confining business suit she wore during the day, and slipped on the silk kimono robe she had purchased while on vacation to Japan last winter. Suddenly a voice on the machine caughter her attention...

Hi, Jessie, it’s Lynne…Lynne Shaw…

Jessie almost dropped her drink in the scramble to the machine. She could hear that something wasn't right - it was evident in Lynne's voice. She quickly jotted down the number Lynne recited, then sank into a chair.

Lynne Shaw. Well, that was her married name, and not the one Jessie remembered her as. In college she was Lynne Breckenridge. For some reason, they had clicked back then. Had even been known as the "odd couple" by their friends.

Lynne was studious, quiet, observant. Oh, she could have a good time, that's for certain! But Lynne was always so cautious. Jessie, on the other hand, threw caution to the wind. She had rarely studied, and still wasn't certain how she had managed to graduate, except for all the teasing and occasional blowjobs to her professors. Jessie was anything but quiet. In fact, she had been known as the prankster - and usually found herself in the Dean's office on more than one occasion. Of course, a blowjob or two for him quickly silenced any talk about expelling Jessie from the university.

Lynne had married some dorky character right after college. Gonna be a big man some day, make it big. Jessie hated him as much as he hated Jessie. He always said Jessie was a bad influence on Lynne. Yeah, Jessie did introduce Lynne to alcohol, and to pot. She had enticed Lynne to engage in more than a few pranks - but everything was in harmless fun. Still, "dorky boy", as Jessie referred to him, was the split to a wonderful four year friendship. Jessie was invited to the wedding, certainly. But "dorky boy" had caught her in a hallway and warned her to stay away from Lynne. For a rare time in her life, Jessie decided to leave well enough alone. Lynne was obviously in love with the guy, so....

Jessie had never married. Came close a few times, and always chickened out. She enjoyed her freedom too much. In fact, Jessie was one of those rare people for whom singleness seemed to be made for. Oh, not that Jessie didn't have what it took in the looks department. Hell no! Her dark hair was a silky curtain to her shoulder-blades, and her bright blue eyes made a striking contrast. With the help of a good cosmetic surgeon, her size B breasts were now a size D - and she couldn't be happier! She had always wanted the figure of a porn star - now she had it. But her wild side still prevented her from settling down.

She thought about the reunion. It hadn't been that long ago, had it? She remembered seeing Lynne - the first time in 10 years. Still with what's-his-name, and she seemed happy enough. He was a doctor of some sort now, and had developed an ego big enough to fill the Grand Canyon. Jessie did remember the looks that Lynne had passed her way. And she knew those looks. But Jessie had never fooled around with some one in a serious relationship, and even though she was drawn to the woman who she used to tell everything to, she kept at arm's distance that night.

She finished her drink, and looked at the clock. 11pm. Too late? Maybe, but then, she was Jessie - this was expected of her!

She poured another drink and picked up the phone. She dialed the number given, and heard the phone ring and ring. Perhaps she was asleep? Oh well, she'd leave a message. Trying to formulate what she was going to say, she suddenly heard the phone pick up.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice asked from the other end of the line.

Hey, Lynne? It's me, Jessie. Um, sorry I'm calling so late, but it sounded like you needed to talk. What's up? Anything I can do to help?

 

[Lady_Kit]

Hello?

Jessie...oh…uh...hello. No, it isn't too late, really. Yes, I was asleep, well, if you want to call it sleep.

Jessies' voice on the other end of the line was a surprise and Lynne now found herself feeling awkward and foolish for calling at all. She shouldn’t have troubled Jessie. After all, it had been years since they’d had any kind of relationship. There was something about the sound of the womans voice that was comforting though; at least Lynne told herself that the warmth she felt was just comfort.

I wasn’t sure you’d call. Hang on a sec, let me turn on the light.

Lynne blinked in the dim light of the bedside lamp; reflexively reaching for her cigarettes and lighter before picking up the receiver again. She lit one, drew deeply and exhaled, trying to slow her pounding heart before putting the receiver back to her ear.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Jess, I’m a little scattered right now. I don't feel quite myself.

She leaned back against the pillows; trying not to notice the emptiness on Peters side of the king sized bed.

“Hey, no problem.” Jessie replied across the line. “So, what’s up? As much as I’d like to think otherwise, I don’t believe you called me up just to reminisce. Are you ok?”

The concern in Jessies voice was nearly Lynnes undoing, and she had to take a deep breath to avoid the tears before she began her explanation.

Jess, Peter and I are getting a divorce.

“Well Halleluiah! You’ve finally seen the light. When did you leave him?” Jessie replied in her typical straightforward way.

Lynne recalled that one of the things she had always liked about the other woman was the fact that Jessie never beat around the bush about anything. If she liked you, she’d say so; if she didn’t well, she’d tell you that too, but you always knew where you stood. Clearly, Jessie thought that a divorce from Peter was good news.

Actually, he left me. Lynne said; her humiliation evident in the quiet tone of her voice.

He said that he needs a wife who is more in keeping with his new position. Someone young; someone who understands his needs; someone who isn’t….her voice broke slightly, as a sob tried to escape

…someone who isn’t Frigid! a hiccupped sob punctuated the final word.

Her news was greeted by stunned silence from the other end of the line; but the quiet lasted only a moment, and then Jessie let loose with a blast of heated words about Peter that should have melted the phone lines.

“Why that little ferret faced Nerd! How could he call you frigid? Just because he was never man enough to bring out your passion. I suppose there’s another woman? Some little co-ed? Some simpering, blonde twenty-something? Oh…what a dirt ball!”

Jess, I just don’t know what to do. I’ve been married to Peter most of my adult life. I don’t know how to be single anymore. Everything I’ve done for the past 10 years has revolved around him. What do I do now?

 

[SexyChele]

Jessie was steamed. She’d hated that little twerp in college, and it seemed as though he hadn’t bothered to improve with age. She was about to go off on Lynne again, before she realized the other woman was sunk into her own pain and suffering.

Jessie pulled herself together, and was on the verge of telling Lynne how great a single life would be. But this was Lynne she was talking to. From the moment Jessie had met Lynne, Lynne had only one desire in life: to be a good wife and mother. The fact was, Lynne never considered the single life as any fun.

Perhaps Jessie could change that point of view. Heck, it was worth a try.

“Look, Lynne, I know things look dark now, and this has got to be the worse thing you’ve gone through. Right now I would love to stuff Peter’s nuts firmly in his mouth, but that won’t accomplish anything – he’d still be an ass!” Jessie smiled at the analogy, but kept going. “Try to get some sleep tonight, and let me think through some stuff, k? I will call you tomorrow afternoon, when I’ve had some time to think. Now, get some sleep?”

She knew Lynne was expecting to hear more from Jessie, but Jessie had plans that were going to take a bit of effort to put together if she was going to convince Lynne without much argument.

The next morning, Jessie made quite a few phone calls, and pulled strings with certain people who owed her favors. After lunch everything came together beautifully and completely. She was pleased, and hoped Lynne would be as well. After Jessie spoke to her boss, she picked up the phone and called Lynne, a bit frustrated when she reached the answering machine.

Lynne, it’s Jessie! Look, first off I will not accept any arguments, nor will I take ‘no’ for an answer. You have no choice, so there!” A small giggle punctuated the playfulness in her voice. Okay, here’s what you need to do. Meet me at the airport tomorrow afternoon. I’ll be arriving on United flight 769 at 9am. Be sure your car is parked in the long term lot, as we are leaving – together – at 11am for, are you ready for this? Tahiti! Yup, you got that right! I got two tickets to paradise right here in front of me. You and me. We’ll drive those natives crazy. Now, remember, I’m not taking no for an answer, so be prepared to meet me and then leave. Besides, it’s about time you did something a little crazy in this life, right?

Jessie smiled as she hung up the phone. She knew that would shake up Lynne. She also knew she’d get Lynne on that plane, regardless. Jessie let out a small laugh as she brought the faxed copy of the e-tickets to her lips. Yes, two weeks of sunshine, warm water, and, well, who knew? Jessie had always thought Lynne would enjoy the feminine version of sexual satisfaction. Perhaps this was the time to find out just how true that was….

 

[Lady_Kit]

Lynne pulled her 5-year-old Mercury into the long-term lot, carefully parked and turned off the engine. She placed the sunshade in the window, popped the trunk latch and climbed out of the car; after taking one last look inside, she pocketed the key and closed the door. She moved slowly, still giving herself time to back out, to go home. The fact that there was nothing and no one at home convinced her to remove her two bags and head for the shuttle to the airport terminal.

The final instructions from Jessie directed Lynne to wait at the Starbucks Café near the international boarding area.

“Travel security being what it is,” Jessie had said, “you won’t get through security without your ticket, and since I’ll have that, we’d better pick an easy place to meet. Remember, my flight gets in at 9, and we depart for paradise at 11. You won’t be sorry, Lynne. I promise.”

That was a week ago, and Lynne had not heard another word from Jessie since. It was probably just as well; Lynne had been occupied with Peter and his unending demands for this item or that from the house. Lynne had quickly tired of his unannounced visits, and had had all the locks changed to prevent any intrusions while she was away. It was fortunate that the house Peter was so willing to give her in the divorce was already hers; the inheritance from her Grandmother. Peter had always pretended that it was his academic value that provided such a home, even now, his vanity wouldn’t let him admit otherwise, he had even gone so far as to suggest that the house be sold and the proceeds divided; a suggestion that she flatly rejected.

Lynne settled herself on a bench near the café entrance. She contemplated one of the tall stools at the counter but doubted that she could manage to avoid spilling hot coffee or injuring anyone with her carry-on before she could sit down. Perhaps there would be time once Jessie arrived.

She took a deep breath, and smoothed a shaking hand over her thigh; erasing an imaginary wrinkle in immaculately pressed slacks. Jessie…Lynne had thought of little else for the last week. Disturbingly, she’d even found herself considering Jessies response to the clothing she packed. Lynne had had several disturbing thoughts lately, and she wasn’t quite sure what to do about any of them. Running her fingers through her newly trimmed and highlighted hair, she mentally inventories the wardrobe for her trip, trying to remember if she’d included all the necessities; there wasn’t much else in the bags. When she was packing, Lynne realized that she had very little that was suitable to a Tahitian vacation and had decided to shop when she arrived. Hopefully, she could talk Jessie into helping.

Jessie had always been well dressed, and she seemed to have a way of looking sexy, no matter what she wore. Of course the close confines of the dorm also meant that Lynne saw just how sexy Jess could be out of her clothes too. Lynne could remember several occasions when she’d found herself ducking her head in a textbook to avoid watching as Jessie unashamedly strolled around their dorm room in the nude. Her one admission of this to Peter had encouraged him to go on about her “lesbian fantasies” and now, as she felt a twinge of desire at the memory of Jessies unclothed body, she began to wonder if he was right after all.

 

[SexyChele]

The plane touched down just a tad bit later than expected, and as the mechanical beast came to a stop, Jessie sighed. She had enjoyed flirting and teasing the man in the seat next to her, and that was about to end. Oh, but the possibilities life threw one’s way.

She stood up and slowly walked down the length of the aisle, and then through the long tunnel and into the gate area. As she strolled through the concourse to reach the international terminal, Jessie threw back her hair and put a slight wiggle in her walk. The short, sleeveless sundress and high heeled sandals were totally impractical for traveling – but then most of what Jessie did would be considered impractical. As she walked past windows, she couldn’t help but take a side-long glance at herself. Yes, she was satisfied.

And more than a little nervous. Jessie had never been completely honest with Lynne regarding her sexual fantasies. Well, they’d never really discussed any sexual fantasies, but they had shared who they felt attracted to. The truth was, Jessie had always felt an attraction towards Lynne, but Lynne’s somewhat conservative attitude prevented Jessie from doing much more than giving her college roomie a hug now and then. Since college, Jessie had sampled various women, yet her mind still went back to wishing she had done more with Lynne. Jessie supposed she had been flirting with Lynne by walking around the dorm room nude, making certain Lynne was around when Jessie undressed, and once letting Lynne think she had caught Jessie masturbating. Still, Jessie had been uncertain how to make things “work”. Until now. But if Lynne rejected her? Jessie wasn’t used to that. Well, there always came a time when you had to just jump off into the deep end of the pool.

As she approached the café, Jessie saw Lynne before Lynne noticed her. Jessie slowed her walk, and just stared at the other woman. The years had indeed been very good to Lynne. Yes, the effects of gravity were there – just as they were for Jessie. Yet, somehow Lynne had seemed to hold onto that rather innocent, wide-eyed view of the world. That certain look that caused Jessie’s heart to start beating. She had wanted to stop and simply watch Lynne longer, but suddenly the other woman turned her eyes towards Jessie, and recognition slowly crossed her face. Jessie smiled brightly, and rushed to where her friend was sitting.

“Lynne! Damn, you look gorgeous! I love what you’ve done to your hair – very flattering!” As their bodies pressed together, Jessie noted the comfortable fit and knew she simply had to have this woman.

“Would you like to get something to drink, or just head on over to the gate now?” Jessie was looking into Lynne’s eyes, and she could only hope the desire and lust in her own were well hidden.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Lynne felt warm from the contact with Jessie, in fact everywhere the other woman had touch her, she tingled. She shook her head and tried to think about Jessies question.

A drink...um...no, I think we'd better just head for the gate. I don't think a drink would be a good idea at all. I mean it's not even noon yet.

Jessie gave Lynne an funny look, and smiled. "Well, sweetie, I'm sure it's happy hour somewhere, but I really only meant coffee."

Lynne felt herself blush in embarassment. What was wrong with her? Of course Jessie had meant coffee! God, she must sound like an unsophistocated moron. At this rate, Jessie will be bored in an hour! All these thoughts went through Lynnes mind as the two women moved through the airport to the international gateways.

Many eyes, both male and female, turned to watch as Jessie passed. Lynne couldn't blame them. She found herself watching the provocative twitch of Jessies hips as she strode through the crowd. Trailing along behind her friend, Lynne found her mind wandering, recalling life in the dorm. She found herself so distracted that when Jessie stopped, Lynne was totally unprepared. Consequently, the two women collided, and tumbled to the floor in tangle of arms and legs.

Oh, God Jess, are you ok? I'm so sorry. Oh Jeezus, I'm such a clutz! Here, let me help you up.

Lynne stammered through her apology, horribly embarassed, trying to brush at Jessies clothing, only to find her hands grazing over bare thighs and arms and being very close to breasts that seemed much fuller than she remembered from school. She stopped talking only when her hands and attention were captured by Jessie who was laughing quietly at the situation.

"Lynne, it's ok, I'm tougher than I look. Now lighten up or I'm going to get you that drink after all. Come on, up and at em' we've got a plane to catch!"