Working It Out - a closed thread

[Lady_Kit]

Please read along and enjoy, as I will, this closed thread with Soliloquy.

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The t-shirt that Allie selected for her first exercise class did not meet with the approval of Amanda, the instructor.

“You really should wear something with a positive message. Something that will motivate!”

Allie observed to herself that Amanda not only seemed motivated enough for them both but was perfectly coordinated from the sweatband circling her auburn hair to her acrylic nails in a matching color scheme. It appeared that Amanda found bright yellow to be “positive” as she’d managed to find an entire outfit in a singularly glaring shade. Note to self, she thougt, avoid perky instructor. Aloud, Allie hastened to defend her choice so she could escape before she was blinded.

I can promise you that nothing I own or could buy would motivate me more than this shirt, Amanda.

She left the bewildered instructor, moving to pick out a good spot for the class. Seeing that a few spaces in the back of the room were unoccupied Allie unrolled her mat on the patch of bare floor closest to the corner. The room was filling up and she was dismayed to see that most of the other occupants had bodies that looked no more in need of exercise than did Amanda’s. At the very least, they all seemed ready for a vigorous workout.

Allie looked at her reflection in the mirror across the room and tugged at the hem of her oversized gray shirt. On the front was the image of a frumpy female cartoon character; in large easy to read letters the caption stood out clearly: “I don’t do mornings” The shirt was a gift from her ex-boyfriend, Bart. When he’d handed her the package he pointed out that the image and the sentiment suited her. At the time she’d thought it funny. Now, she saw the gift as the message that it was intended to be; it was too bad that Bart had moved out weeks before she’d gotten the point.

Once she understood she’d resolved to make some changes. Her body was the first thing on the list, so here she was a plump duckling amongst graceful swans. The second thing was to make Bart sorry he’d ever let her go, revenge was a powerful motivator too, she thought. She owed Bart for that final night; it was humiliating to find him in bed with another woman; particularly since it was Allies bed, and for that she could never forgive him.

From the corner of her eye Allie saw a woman take the next space. Before she could turn to say “hello” the loud warm up music blasted from the ceiling speakers. Amanda’s voice came across the PA system extolling them all to “Work that Body!” Allie started moving along with the other students, hoping that she’d be able to keep up, or at least not die in the attempt.

Let the torture begin.

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Alice (Allie) Davis a 40 year old business consultant has recently broken up with a longtime boyfriend. His excuse for his indiscretion that precipitated the split was that she had let herself go, that she was no long the hot sexy woman he’d started out with. Regrettably, she had to agree with at least part of what he’d said.

Her height and body type allowed her to carry a couple of extra pounds if needed, but she’d passed “a couple extra” about 20 pounds ago. Even with the extra weight she looked good, and with her long honey-blonde hair, blue green eyes and long legs she still managed to turn a mans head once or twice a week. She had come to the gym with every intenion to go from good to great, and stop mens hearts instead of just turning their heads.

 

[soliloquy]

Cameron sighed as she leaned over the seat of the car to grab her duffel bag. "You sure you don't want to do this with me?"

Josh smiled at her. "No, dear, I look fantastic as is."

Cameron laughed heartily. "Okay, Barnaby. But when I look fantastic and you're still carting around those love handles, you're gonna be so jealoussssss. Not to mention when all the men look past you to get to me." She fluttered her lashes and they laughed.

"Go on, Jane Fonda, you're stalling and you know it. Need a ride home?"

"Nah. You go call Jeremy and apologize for being an ass. I'll get a cab." She kissed Josh on the cheek and got out of the car. She took a deep breath, and headed into the fitness complex.

It had been so long since Cameron had exercised with any consistency, and the years of neglect and pizzas had left her 25 pounds overweight. She was guessing, though, as she hated to get on the scales. Today, however, she would change that. Today was a new beginning. A torturous beginning.

Two months from now would be her 20th high school reunion. Perhaps it was cliche of her to be so worried about her appearance for such an event, but she was. She wanted to go in to that reunion and look like the teenager she was last time she had seen them.

Who was she kidding? She was 38 years old, and nature had taken it's course. She thought that gravity could have been a little kinder to her over the years, but she could have been kinder to herself as well.

In the locker room, Cameron eyed the scale with disdain. Did she really have to? She resigned, and stripped down to her underwear, and stepped on. To her dismay, she had 30 pounds to lose, not 25. Could she do that in two months? That was probably not a reasonable request, but she was sure as hell going to try.

She changed into her blue Adidas drawstring shorts and white t-shirt, and made her way into the aerobics class just in time. She managed to slip in next to a woman who looked near her age, and braced herself for the onslaught of physical torture and the aerobics instructor.

Within ten minutes, Cameron was sweating like a stuck pig, and was trying to tune out their fearless leader. Unfortunately, her voice seemed to rise above the music, Cameron's breathing, stomping, and heartbeat (which had taken primary residence inside her ear, it seemed).

"Turn those frowns upside down!" Amanda belted out with a sweatless smile. Cameron turned to the woman next to her and smiled comically. The other woman surpressed a laugh.

Twenty minutes into the routine, Cameron was remembering why she hated aerobics. Not only were the aerobics instructors annoyingly perky, but the moves they were required to do seemed to be taken from teeny-boppers' music videos. Cameron was quite sure she looked less like Britney Spears and more like Kramer as she struggled to keep up the pace.

There had to be a better way than this.

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Cameron Selvo is a 38 year old food critic who has never been married. She is 5'6 and 30lbs. overweight. She has medium length ash-blond hair, and bright blue eyes. She is determined to make quite the showing at her high school reunion. The fact is, there's a biological clock ticking away, and on top of that...all Cameron wants is someone to cuddle with at the end of the day.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Allie tried to focus on her breathing, not just the rhythm that the instructor encouraged throughout the routine, but the in and out part too. She thought on more than one occasion that she’d taken her last gulp of air and had fallen into dieters’ hell; then was compelled by the stitch in her side to believe she was still alive. The only bright spot in the entire hour was the smile of the woman on the next mat.

The other woman was working hard at keeping up with the class and seemed to be having as much trouble with the dance-style moves as Allie was. The woman’s grin brought a quick laugh from Allie. Misery really does love company, she thought as the class finally came to an end.

When the cool down was over Allie watched as the other students gathered their water bottles, mats and towels and filed from the room. She told herself that she was just waiting for the crowd to thin, but the truth was she wanted just another minute on her mat before she tried to walk. Her whole body was wet and her legs were like rubber; the feeling was not unlike climbing from a hard swim in the ocean. And in the front of the room was the Sea Hag, beautiful in her human form; beautiful because she’d just sucked the life from a room full of humans.

Amanda picked that moment to turn and smile at Allie and the woman who sat on the next mat.

Don’t you just hate women like that? Allie said in a low voice to her unknown companion.

Just gorgeous, and probably as nice can be. They really make it hard not to like them.

Allie smiled brightly as Amanda approached them.

“I just wanted to say that you guys really did well in the class. I could tell you were trying, which is a lot more than most of my students do. It will take a class or two to get the moves down. I hope you’ll try again; it does help to work with a group when you’re trying to get fit.”

Before Allie could do more than smile in answer Amanda turned and left.

Just as I suspected, just too nice.

She smiled and turned.

Since you’ve seen me sweaty, catty and uncoordinated I should introduce myself. I’m Allie, short for Alice, Davis.

 

[soliloquy]

Cameron laughed heartily. "I'm Cameron Selvo, but you can call me Cammie." She managed to twist on her side and reach over to shake Allie's hand. The woman looked just as pleased to be here, lying on the ground, recuperating, as Cammie did.

They both were slowly returning to normal heart rate and breathing pattern, and Allie got up to leave. Cammie jumped up to follow her. It sure would be nice to have a friend to do this all with since Josh had no interest in physical activities that didn't involve salsa dancing and a second penis.

"So, what are you in for?" Cammie asked. Allie looked at her, puzzled.

"Well, I can see you are enjoying this every bit as much as I, and therefore it stands to reason that there is an external motivation to coming here. Me, I'm here because I have a class reunion coming up soon. Oh, I know it's cliche, but here I am, 38, never been married, and that clock is just ticking away, you know. Sure, I have a good job, and a nice lifestyle, but you just can't help but want to wow people a little. Even if it is a bit narcicistic."

She was babbling. Josh always said that Cameron could not stand silence. This wasn't entirely true. Mostly it was that Cameron had always tried too hard. She had a nervous energy that scared most people off. Her mind was always racing, and all that energy had to come out somewhere. Most of the time it came blowing out of her mouth as a blast of hot air.

They reached the locker room and she slung her bag on the bench. "So, the most logical way to go about it was doing this. Unfortunately, I don't know if I can bear Miss Amanda Perky for too much longer. I like to be exercising with people that recognize that it is not fun." Finally, Cameron shut up. She smiled at Allie as she reached into her bag to grab her shampoo and conditioner.

 

[Lady_Kit]

"So, what are you in for?" she’d been asked.

Gross Disinterest? Criminal Neglect? Failure to Moisturize? Allie thought about it and listened to her new acquaintance chatter away for another moment before speaking.

I agree, about the instructor. About the only thing that Amanda is going to motivate me to do is to strangle her with her sweatband. Of course I’ve heard that the state pen has a lovely workout room.

Allie sighed and smiled at Cammie as she pulled out her bag of toiletries.

I’m here in this lovely facility because I was found guilty of two counts of neglect, first him then me, or maybe it was the other way around. It’s a chicken and egg kind of crime.

She could see that Cammie not only understood the flip explanation, but that she sympathized with the circumstances.

The problem with this place is that they assume we’re here to network and expand our social circle, and maybe do a few laps in the pool or reps in the weight room. I have always suspected that health clubs were really just another place for upper-class women to gather, compare plastic surgery and try to out dress each other. And you’re right; there is nothing fun about the experience.

As soon as the words exited her mouth Allie heard the click of a good idea falling into place. It sure sounded like Cammie was serious about what she was doing, and she probably had a pretty good idea of how to get results, she just needed some support; just like Allie.

“Hey!” Cammie exclaimed,

What about?

“Working out together?”

Allie laughed as Cammie finished her question. Allie found that she was already comfortable in the presence of the woman, and since it seemed like a great idea she was quick to agree.

Tell you what, if you have time after we clean up we can go find someplace to sit down and we can work out a schedule. Right now, though, I want a shower! How do you suppose Amanda does that without breaking a sweat?

While she waited for Cammie to reply she peeled off her sweaty clothes. She had to really concentrate on not thinking about her body at this point, specifically, she had to think about the fact that anyone might see it. Christ, she didn’t want to see it herself. She pulled a towel around her chest and mentally thanked whoever made the choice to provide oversized towels in the locker room.

So what do you think; want to give it a try?

 

[soliloquy]

"Absolutely! We can gripe and moan together in our black grungy workout wear!"

She grinned from ear to ear as she stripped out of her clothes, and like Allie, held a towel up in front of her. Modesty was a must in a women's locker room, especially when you had the worst body of them all.

Cammie felt entirely comfortable around Allie. She felt as if they were kindred spirits of the workout world. The women showered and got dressed, bantering back and forth. They seemed to have good chemistry together, and Cammie always looked for that in a friend.

What struck her as odd was that a beautiful woman like Allie could be as insecure about her physical being as Cammie herself was. Self-perception was a bitch, through and through. But she found herself looking at Allie periodically, catching a glimpse of her skin here and there. What woman wouldn't kill for Allie's skin, and hair, for that matter?

Once they were done getting ready, Cammie piped up again. "So, would you like to make a schedule out here? Or we could go to a restaraunt." She laughed, "strike that, bad idea. Or we could go to my place. I make a killer salad vinegarette."

Her eyes were sparkling with delight. It wasn't often that Cammie found other women she could feel comfortable around. She wasn't sure why, but women made her uncomfortable as a general rule.

Allie laughed, "why don't we go to your place? We can have a light dinner and talk about workout times. I have some time to kill."

"Sounds great!" Cammie said, a bit too brightly. "I live on 8th and State. That isn't too far for you, is it?"

Allie shook her head with a smile that was soft and kind. There was something mesmerizing about Allie's smile. Cammie shook it off and laughed, covering up for her staring. "Sorry, guess I'm still out of it from the workout. Let's go get some food. I'm famished! Oh, would you mind driving me? My car is pretty impotent these days, and I was planning on taking a cab."

 

[Lady_Kit]

8th and State? You’re kidding? That’s just around the corner from my neighborhood. This is all falling right into place. I hope that’s a good omen.

Dinner sounds wonderful. Who needs a restaurant when you can have Salad Vinaigrette al la Cammie? We can stop on the way for a nice bottle of wine and make an evening of it.

Allie found the idea of a quiet dinner with Cammie infinitely more appealing than Lean Cuisine all alone. Besides, it had been a long time since she had a woman to hang out with and it would be nice to talk a little girl stuff.

In the car, they filled in for each other the details that were important to their lives: job, family, relationships. They used the subtle language of the politically correct modern woman to define their sexuality, drug & alcohol preferences. Allie was relieved that Cammie had not seemed shocked that she knew so little about "alternative lifestyles" Allie hoped that she'd conveyed her acceptance though. They discovered while buying wine that they had similar tastes in food and drink and by the time they arrived at Cammies were chatting like old friends.

Allie was glad when they arrived, she’d found it distracting to drive while talking to Cammie. Every time the other woman laughed she drew Allies gaze. It had been bad enough in the locker room where she kept glimpsing the soft curves that Cammie tried to keep hidden as she dressed behind the towel. She could understand the motivation to look good for a high school reunion, but Allie bet that the men in Cammies life were not at all unhappy about her face or figure.

She parked the car, and followed Cammie from the lot, so distracted by her thoughts that she nearly bumped into her companion when the other woman stopped outside a door and announced.

“Here we are, home sweet home.”

 

[soliloquy]

Cammie adored her house. It was a two story faux Victorian with stonework. She had saved a lifetime to buy it, and it was her pride and joy. So she couldn't afford to fix her rotten car? Who cared, as long as she had this beaut?

She smiled as she let Cammie into her immaculate home. Well, almost immaculate. The coffee table in the living room to the right of the entryway was strewn with magazines. Josh!

"Well, it looks like we might have company, Allie."

"Hmmm?" Allie was taking the place in, noticing the woodwork on the bannister rather than Cammie's words.

Gesturing to the coffee table with just a modicum of disgust Cammie said, "looks like my dear friend Josh has used the hide-a-key."

Allie laughed, her lovely laugh lifting into the air. "How in the world can you tell, Cammie? The place is neat as a pin."

Cammie smiled. "Not the coffee table. Josh always leaves me hints that he is here or has been. Better see if he is about, or if he just came to spend a little time with my television."

She climbed halfway up the stairs. "Josh?!" No answer. She shrugged. "Guess he has already left. Come on into the kitchen and we'll start dinner."

Cammie chattered on and on as they fixed salad, chicken, and wine for dinner. She told Allie about Josh and his on again off again live in lover. "I never know if I'm going to get a temporary roommate or not!" She laughed, and Allie smiled so effortlessly that Cammie was captured by the small gesture.

There just was something about Allie that was different from other women. She was relatively innocent sexually, and that made Cammie want to corrupt her in some way, but how does one corrupt another woman?

They sat down to eat. "Well, I guess we should talk about workout schedules. I don't really want to, but I suppose we should." She winked conspiratorily.

As Allie spoke of available times, Cammie found that she wasn't looking into her eyes, but rather watching her lips. They looked so soft and pleasant. Cammie wanted to touch them.

She shook her head, as if shaking off the thought, and Allie took it for a negation.

"So Wednesdays are out for you?"

"Oh, no, Allie! Sorry. I'm available any evening. The luxury of being an 'executive assistant' allows me no overtime, or bringing work home."

 

[Lady_Kit]

The house was lovely, dinner was wonderful and the company was the most enjoyable Allie had had in months. She couldn’t remember when she’d laughed so much in the course of an evening. Allie found herself speaking easily with Cammie and told her far more about the relationship with Bart than she intended; but oddly, felt no embarrassment at the admissions.

They got down to the business of schedules, and Allie pulled her planner from her large tote bag to note the days and times they had picked. She supposed now that dinner and scheduling was out of the way she should go home, but she was reluctant to let the evening end.

Can I help you clean up? I feel like I imposed myself on you for dinner.

“Absolutely not, I’ve got a perfectly good dishwasher that will take care of all that. Why don’t we take our wine out to the deck instead?”

Allie wasn’t sure she needed anymore wine, she felt intoxicated enough as it was. But surely one more glass would be ok, then she would go home.

Cammie led her through a set of French doors and outside into the night. In the dim light Allie could see several planters and a patch of grass, but the thing that drew her eye was the large hot tub. Though her experience was limited, Allie imagined that it must seat at least 8 adults. Cammie followed her gaze, and Allie couldn’t help but make a teasing remark.

Um…have many pool parties in that thing?

She smiled to show she was teasing, but the image in her head was anything but playful. felt Her mind created an image of nude bodies reclining in the steaming waters, and taking a deep breath she pushed it away, and focused on her friends response.

“Actually, the hot tub was put in by the former owner. I don’t know why he wanted one so big, but according to one of the old ladies in the neighborhood he had quite an eye for the women. If these walls could talk they might have all kinds of interesting stories to tell.”

The wicked smile that Cammie flashed made Allies stomach flip, and the light hearted reply she planned came out a stuttering mess.

I can imagine, well sort of…um I mean its interesting what might have…uh…I think its time for me to go home. I seem to be getting a little too buzzed to be coherent.

Cammie showed her surprise at Allies abrupt decision to leave. Allie wanted to assure her that everything was ok, but suddenly she wasn’t sure. She was drawn to this woman in ways she didn’t understand, and the feeling made her uncomfortable in an indefinable way. She returned to the house and began to gather her things.

Thanks for dinner Cammie. I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow. Ok?

Allie smiled and said the right things, at least she hoped she did, and left the house as quickly as she could. In her car she felt more in control and by the time she’d gone the few blocks to her own small house she felt down right silly for behaving the way that she had.

She wondered later, as she settled down to sleep, what it was about Cammie that disturbed her so much. Allie had arrived at no explanation before she fell asleep, but knew that she was excited about their next meeting.

 

[soliloquy]

Cammie was a bit stunned by the abrupt departure Allie had made. Part of her had hoped that she could stay for a while and talk. It had been so long since Cammie had enjoyed the company of another woman, and it was so refreshing.

She slept lightly that night, playing over the last minutes of the night in her mind. She hoped that she had not done something wrong. She really wanted...what was it that she wanted?

Work was unbearable. The clock seemed to not move an inch in what seemed an hour. She was distracted, and her work was haphazard at best. Over lunch, she and Josh chatted on, he about Jeremy and she about Allie.

"You sound like a woman with a crush," Josh teased.

"Oh yeah, I have a crush on a woman." She rolled her eyes at him. But there was a nervous tingle in her stomach as she pondered that thought. No, it was just that she wanted Allie as a friend so badly, she thought. And making friends was not easy for Cammie because she tried too hard.

Josh drove her to the gym, and Cammie's nervousness increased tenfold. "You look positively green," he laughed. "Are you sure you're well enough to work out?"

"I'm fine, Josh," she muttered impatiently, grabbing her bag from the back seat. "Oh, and by the way, if you're going to use my television set, do you think you could wipe your fingerprints off the screen next time?"

He smiled. "I just wanted to let you know I was there. I suppose Ms. Thang will drive you home?"

"If not, I'll get a cab. You are done tonight, Jeeves."

She walked slowly to the locker room, dreading the thought that Allie might not be there. She opened the door and saw no one but an elderly lady getting ready for water aerobics. She sighed and made her way to the back of the locker room.

Much to her surprise, Allie was there, just taking off her work blouse. Her skin was so soft and clear. Cammie fought not to reach out and touch her. Instead, she coughed and opened her own locker.

Allie, surprised by Cammie's presence, automatically covered herself with her shirt. She stammered.

Cammie breezed into nonchalance with ease, though it was a big fucking facade. "Oh, come on Allie! We're both women. We both have them. And besides, once you see me sweating like a pig, then the breast thing won't be so embarrassing." She winked at Allie and began undressing.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Allie conducted a daylong debate about keeping her workout appointment with Cammie. She looked for excuses all afternoon, but for once all her clients were on time and her schedule ran like a well-oiled machine. By 4 o’clock she was finishing up the last of the tasks for the day, and the piles of paperwork that usually sat on her desk had been reduced to stacks of completed work. The hoped for excuse had not presented itself, she would have to face the gym, and Cammie.

She was just taking off her blouse when she heard the other woman arrive and Allie pulled the unbuttoned halves together in an effort to cover herself.

"Oh, come on Allie! We're both women. We both have them. And besides, once you see me sweating like a pig, then the breast thing won't be so embarrassing."

You’re right, of course, its just that…well, I forgot to start the dryer and my whites were still wet this morning, so I had to improvise for work today.

Though she knew that just about every woman in the world had done it, she couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about her choice of lingerie for the day. She had had to wear a lacy little bra from Victorias Secret, that did more to emphasize her breasts than to contain them. The sheer garmet was part of a set that Bart had given her as a gift, and it was clearly meant more for the bedroom than the boardroom. It also did nothing to conceal the rigid nipples that right now seemed ready to burst through the delicate fabric. Allie was mortified at the way her breasts seemed nearly ready to overflow the shell shaped cups, and could feel herself blush furiously when she had to remove her blouse to don her sports bra and t-shirt. The thing that was so disturbing about the incident was that she found herself wondering what Cammie thought of the way she looked.

To add her mental confusion she couldn’t seem to stop watching as Cammie changed clothes. Allie had never felt so aware of another woman, and it was not a comfortable feeling. More than once she told herself that it was just because she had started to pay so much attention to her own body that she was more observant of the shape and size of another woman. That’s what she told herself, but she wasn’t very convinced. The theory that she was suffering from post relationship horniness came closer to describing the feelings, but connecting desire with Cammie brought its own problems and she was completely unwilling to consider those. She was relieved when they were both dressed and out on the floor of the gym.

By the time they had warmed up and started to work on the weight equipment Allie had forgotten to be nervous around Cammie. She genuinely liked the other woman and enjoyed having someone to share her dating and business frustrations with. Cammie talked about her own work, and her relationship with Josh; a situation that Allie found difficult to comprehend.

So, let me get this straight. You and Josh share a house, but you aren’t living together. Right? But isn’t that still awkward? I mean, what if he brings his, um…boyfriend home?

Cammie laughed and Allie found the sound so pleasant that she had to smile in response.

“I do my best to stay out of the way, and if necessary I put on headphones and turn up the stereo to block out the sounds.”

Allie must have looked as shocked as she felt, because Cammie immediately tried to explain that it was all very normal, just like having a woman as a housemate.

“It isn’t all debauchery and lewd behavior you know, Allie. Sometimes they just watch ER and eat popcorn. I’ll bet you don’t know anyone that’s gay. Do you?”

Allie had to admit that she didn’t, a fact that she found somehow embarrassing. She also realized that she really knew nothing about that kind of lifestyle or person. She said as much to Cammie, who, instead of thinking her narrow minded, offered to help expand her horizons.

“Tell you what, to celebrate our first 5 pound loss we’ll have a night out at local club. You can meet Josh and his partner, assuming they’re still together, and see what “those people” are really like.”

Allie found the idea titillating, but as always her first worry was for what others might think.

You mean go to a gay club? But, what if people think we’re together, I mean, there will be women there too. Right?

Cammie gave Allie a smile and a wink. Then said in the tone of voice that was beginning to make Allies stomach flip each time she heard it.

“If the other women in the club think anything at all, I expect they’ll think I’m a pretty lucky gal. Now, back to work! We have a date to get ready for.”

Allie picked up the hand weights and started a new series of reps to work the muscles of her arms. She smiled as she lifted; a date with Cammie for loosing five pounds. The reward, she decided would be well worth the work.

 

[soliloquy]

The week played out as if there had already been a routine put in place. Work, workout with Allie, home for a glass of wine and dinner, and then sleep. It was so refreshing to have a female friend, and Cammie felt herself inexplicably drawn to this relatively innocent creature. She wanted to reach in and grab her essence, somehow. Allie didn't bear the mark of cynicism as noticably as Cammie did, and Cammie yearned to be more like her. But more than that, Cammie yearned for more time with her. The few times that Allie had assented to coming into the house with Cammie, she had tried her hardest to get her to stay longer each time.

Josh wasn't far off when he had said that Cammie had a crush. She felt those high school butterflies whenever Allie complimented her, or even smiled in that soft way of hers. But Cammie was hard pressed to figure out why she felt the way she did.

"Maybe you're gay afterall," Josh snickered Thursday night. Jeremy had once again asked Josh to leave, so here she was with a roommate again. She was glad that Allie hadn't stayed tonight. Josh was a drink best had in small doses. Allie might be scared away by his blatant directness.

Cammie laughed. "Who knows? You always say you can never say never." She threw a pillow at him, anyway.

Friday poked by, as most Fridays do, and Cammie was never so glad to be at the gym. She slipped into the locker room and undressed slowly. Allie was running late and it was worrying her. Is she not coming? Did she decide she'd had enough of me? Thoughts raced through her mind as she obsessively checked her phone for messages.

She put on her workout wear, and sat on the bench, trying not to worry so much. It was irrational. She was probably just running behind. And why did it matter if she didn't show up?

A half hour passed, and Cammie had all but given up when Allie breezed through the door. She looked panicked and rushed.

"Allie! What's wrong? Are you okay?" Cammie resisted the urge to take her in her arms and hug her tightly out of pure relief.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Allie sat across the kitchen table and stared at Bart in shocked silence.

Could you repeat that please? The part about taking me back?

Bart lifted her hand from its resting place on the table and squeezed it gently before she could pull it from his grasp.

“I know it must come as a surprise, Sweetheart. I’m sure you never thought that we could be together again, but I’m prepared to take you back. I can see that you’re trying to improve yourself, and I can only conclude that it’s because you want us to be together again. And, well, I want that too. So I’m prepared to take you back and pretend that nothing ever happened. We can go on just as we were.”

She had begun to suspect in recent weeks that Bart was not the brightest bulb on the porch as her Grandpa would say, but until this moment she didn’t realize that he was this stupid. Maybe she had been fooling herself all along and in her desperation for a relationship had pretended that he was more than he really was. Maybe the weeks apart had changed her more than she knew. Maybe she did deserve better. Maybe?! There was no maybe about it, she did deserve better! Hadn’t Cammie told her that just last night at the gym?

You’ll take me back? We’ll pretend that nothing happened?

At first her voice was quiet, questioning. Bart smiled that condescending smile of his and she felt herself tense, then something just snapped. She continued speaking; heard her voice go up an octave, then the volume increased, and for once she didn’t try to control her temper. She was furious that he could think so little of her, and that he expected her to think so little of herself for that matter!

I suppose I’m just supposed to forget the fact that I found you and that Woman in my bed! I suppose you expect me to excuse the fact that you were Fucking Little Miss Hot Pants on My Sheets!? And do I understand correctly that you think I’ll be Grateful for this … this … this privilege?!

Bart seemed to be at a loss for words. Allie didn’t’ mind, she had words enough for both of them. In fact, once she got started she seemed to have a whole storehouse of unsaid words, and she fired them at her ex with the precision of a sharp shooter. But he just couldn’t believe that she didn’t want him. It was not until she fired her final shot, telling him in no uncertain terms that she wouldn’t take him back if he was the last man on earth that he seemed to get the picture. In typical Bart fashion he couldn’t take the rejection like a man, but had to make one final retort before leaving.

“Don’t tell me you’ve found another man! I can’t believe that anyone would take you looking the way you do. Or have you gone queer? Decided to try the Lesbian route now? I guess that’s what all the rejected women do these days isn’t it. Can’t keep a man so the ugly ones pair up and pretend its what they want. Well, don’t come crawling to me when that doesn’t work out! You had your chance with a real man. Now I’m done with you!”

Bart stormed out; the slamming of the door echoing hollowly in the sudden silence of the small neat house. She knew that his accusations were false, but she couldn’t help but think of the feelings that she’d been developing for Cammie. Allie didn’t think that she was becoming a lesbian. Or was she? She felt her something different when she thought of Cammie. It wasn’t desire. Was it? No, she was sure it wasn’t, it was affection certainly. The woman with the sparkling blue eyes and ready smile was becoming a good friend, that’s all. Allie’d done everything she could to keep their relationship casual and friendly. Her reaction to Cammie was perfectly normal. The way her body tightened whenever she watched the other woman move through the gym didn’t mean anything. Did it? Oh, God she felt so confused!

Cammie was waiting in the locker room of the gym when Allie arrived. Her concern was evident in the sound of her voice.

"Allie! What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Yes, I’m sorry I’m late. Unfinished business reared its ugly head.

She stowed her bag in the nearest locker, and since she’d changed at home suggested they get started with their workout. Cammie gave her a look that was a combination of confusion and hurt feelings, but Allie was blinded by her own inner dilemma and didn’t notice.

While they stretched Allie found herself telling Cammie about Bart, and reluctantly about his accusations.

“Ugly? Where does he get the idea that only ugly women are lesbians? Good grief Allie, that man is a looser with a capital “L”! And how could you even begin to believe such drivel? Remember that club I told you about? Well, tonight’s the night. Did you bring something to change into after we finish?”

Allie acknowledged that she had, and when asked admitted that it would be suitable to wear to a casual bar that Cammie knew.

“Good, then work that body, my dear, cause when we finish, we’re going to take ourselves out for the evening. Its time you saw how the other half lives!”

 

[soliloquy]

The club they met Jeremy and Josh at was an incredible place with two dance floors, a stage, and bars with flashing lights. It was like the 80's all over again. The place was packed and it took a long time for Cammie to locate the guys. Finally, she saw them over in a corner table, drinking and laughing.

Cammie dragged Allie behind her until they reached the table. "Hiiiiii boys!" she said brightly, pecking each man on the cheek.

"Jeremy, Josh, I'd like you to meet our date for the evening. This is Allie."

Josh smiled brightly and took Allie's hand in his. "Nice to meet you, Allie. I've heard so much about you. This one never shuts up."

Cammie blushed and hit Josh hard in the arm. "You be good. No stirring up trouble that's not there." He winked at her as Jeremy shook Allie's hand and kissed her on the cheek. Cammie smiled as she saw a blush race over Allie's cheeks.

They sat and ordered drinks. Cammie raised her glass in a toast, "to new friends and having a blast tonight!"

"And to getting laid," Josh joked, looking at Jeremy as they all clinked glasses. The two men kissed briefly, and Cammie couldn't help but watch Allie's reaction. She managed to cover her shock quite well, but the way she turned her head, as if to give the two some privacy in this public place, showed that she was unaccustomed to anything like this at all.

Cammie had two drinks, and Allie a little over one before they got up to dance. It was a fast song and the foursome laughingly gyrated on the dance floor, catching the eyes of others around the club. It always seemed that if you were having fun, people wanted to be a part of your group.

A crowd gathered, joining them in their psuedo-raunchy dancing. A woman came up behind Allie to dance, and Cammie saw the panic coming over her. Cammie quickly stepped towards Allie, dancing close and taking her hand, effectively guiding her away from the striking blond. It was actually quite humorous. Her attempt to get Allie out of an uncomfortable situation read like a claim of ownership to those who didn't know them. Cammie laughed and leaned in to shout into Allie's ear, "They think we're a couple!"

"They do?" Allie blushed deeper than before.

"It's okay, hon. That's a good thing. Then you don't have to worry about anyone hitting on you." Except maybe me, flashed through Cammie's mind. It startled her.

Suddenly she was very aware of Allie. Her lips were moist, her eyes sparkling. Her outfit clung to her body in just the right way to accentuate the many attributes her body held. Her hips gyrated to the beat in a very sensual manner, and Cammie found her eyes locked on the bump and grind she had made it into in her mind.

Josh came over behind Cammie and began to dance with her, leaning over to speak in her ear, just loud enough to be heard by her, but not by Allie.

"Stop drooling my little protoge." Cammie leaned back. "Shut up, Josh."

He winked at her, slapped her ass and returned to his lewd performance with Jeremy.

"Do you want to go back to the table?!" Cammie shouted.

"What?"

"Do you want to go back to the table???!!!"

"Yeah, that would be great!"

They ended up at the table, just the two of them in a darkened corner of this club. They sat, sipping their drinks. Cammie turned slightly and her leg brushed against Allie's. A shock went through them.

Mesmerized in some sort of trance, Cammie was watching Allie's skirt ride higher up on her thigh. Without thinking, Cammie reached out and ran her fingers from Allie's knee to her hemline.

Allie jerked in surprise.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Allie. I..I don't know what...Shit. I'm sorry."

What in the world was coming over her? Cammie chugged the last vestiges of Josh's drink as if to try to forget the clumsy moment she just had.

 

[Lady_Kit]

No, no, don’t apologize Cammie! Its my fault, I never should have agreed to come. You must think I’m awful. I didn’t mean to lead you to think that I, that we, that you…Oh damn it all!! I like you Cammie, really I do. I’ve never known a woman that I felt so comfortable with, and you’re so supportive, you’re so much fun to be around, and I…I wanted…that is, I hoped that…

Her head down and staring intently at the patterns of moisture on the tabletop Cammie seemed not to comprehend Allies’ attempts at smoothing over the situation. Not surprising, since so far Allie had made no sense at all! She reached out, intending to catch the hand that Cammie was using to nervously twist her now empty glass on the table. Instead, she caught a cold wet glass with the tips of her fingers. In what seemed like slow motion, Allie watched the glass tip and the remnants of someone’s cocktail spilled over the edge of the table.

The music in the club was loud, so the surprised shriek that escaped Cammies lips when the cold liquid hit her was lost in the noise. If anyone noticed her leap from the booth they ignored it, absorbed in their own activities.

Oh, God, Cammie! I’m sorry! I’m such a clutz! Here, take a napkin. Can I help? Do you need a towel? I’ll go get one from the bar.

Allie was completely frazzled now. Luckily, the accident seemed to snap Cammie from her guilty fog and she laughed in the way that Allie found so irresistible. She stepped away from the table, and gave Allie a rueful grin.

“Guess I needed a cold shower. Huh? Let me go clean this off, then I think it will be time to call it a night. Maybe we can both get out of here without any more embarrassing incidents.”

Not long after Cammie headed for the restroom Jeremy returned to their table alone. Josh, it seemed was collecting another round of drinks from the bar before coming back for a break from the dancing.

“So, Allie, are you having a good time? Is it everything you imagined? Or worse?”

Its been great fun Jeremy. I don’t know what I imagined, but its just a club isn’t it. Just a bunch of people having a good time; but I think I may have given Cammie the wrong idea in coming here.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just that Allie found she liked Cammies friends and felt comfortable but she found herself telling Jeremy what had just happened and asking for his advise on how to handle the situation with Cammie. He listened patiently, then gave her a quick, brotherly hug before making a reply.

“Sweetie, you’re a sexy woman, and Cammie is no more immune to that than I am. Hell, if it weren’t for Josh, it would have been my hand on your thigh! She isn’t going to take advantage of you; it isn’t her style. Besides, I think if you’ll be honest, there is some attraction on both sides. Don’t argue with your Uncle Jeremy; just think about what I said. Now, put on a happy smile, here she comes.”

Allie was comforted by Jeremys comments, if a little surprised at the ring of truth that she heard in the words. She was attracted to Cammie, the shock she had felt at the touch of womans soft hand on her bare thigh had not been fear, it was desire. Sharp and hot, and if she were honest, she would admit that that single touch had excited her more than all Barts ham-handed groping. The problem now was that she had no idea what to do about it.

 

[soliloquy]

Cammie was relieved to find a dryer in the bathroom and began drying herself off. She had to stoop to get the air where she wanted it, and in doing so, the air rushed over her nipples. She choked back a moan.

Something was off tonight, and she knew what it was. For all of Josh's teasing, he was right. She wanted Allie. She didn't just want her friendship, and she didn't want her as a silly crush. She wanted Allie beneath her, naked and wanting.

The problem was that Cammie had never even entertained such thoughts before. But now...well, now it had her thinking. If she was so attracted to this woman, why didn't she go for it? If it sucked royally, it would be no different than any other disappointing sexual encounter she had had in her life. Only there was one big difference. She wanted to be Allie's friend, no matter what transpired between them, and the line between friendship and lovers was so stringent sometimes. Make that two differences. Allie was straight. Straighter than Cammie had been four days ago when she had never even thought of lesbian sex as a possibility.

She needed time to think and for the alcohol to wear off. Unfortunately, her nipples were tight from her thoughts and the air rushing over her. She sighed and decided to leave the bathroom before they wondered if she had been flushed down the toilet.

She exited, promptly bumping into Josh. He smiled as he passed her, throwing over his shoulder, "I think she's yours if you really want her!" He moved onward, but Cammie ran after him, grabbing his arm.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that Jeremy talked to her and there is definite attraction on her part. If you want her, which, if you're honest with yourself you'll admit you do, then I think all you have to do is make your move. Just do it slowly. She's a scared little rabbit." He kissed the stunned Cammie on the cheek.

A hand came down on her shoulder after who knows how long? It was Allie. Cammie jumped.

"Um, Cammie, do you want to get out of here?" The statement was innocent enough, but the many times Cammie had heard that it had meant impending sex. Her mind knew that Allie did not mean that, but her body tingled at the words.

Cammie recovered, flashing her signature smile at Allie. "Yeah, I'm ready to go." She walked ahead of Allie, her hips swaying provocatively. She could almost feel the other woman's eyes on her ass.

She had decided. She would make a first move tonight. She wouldn't push it, but wanted to entice Allie to want more. There was no going back now. She had made up her mind.

The car ride to Cammie's house was fraught with tension and silence. The music spoke for them as words of lust sang into the air.

Allie pulled up to the curb and turned to Cammie. "Thank you for tonight."

Cammie smiled softly. "No, thank you. I had a wonderful time." And then she unfastened her seatbelt and leaned over into Allie's space. She could feel Allie stiffen a bit.

She took Allie's face in her hands and leaned forward, pressing her lips to the soft pillows of Allie's. She sighed as the two pairs of lips melded together and Allie gasped, her mouth parting a bit. Cammie slowly slid her tongue over the other woman's bottom lip and dipped into her mouth. One slow swirl of her tongue in Allie's mouth had her wanting more. But she stopped. Her mouth parted from Allie's reluctantly, and with aching slowness.

She smiled at the dazed woman in the driver's seat, and slipped out of the car, shutting the door gently. Turning, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and walked towards her front door.

Her knees almost gave out on her as she savored the taste of Allie that still lingered in her mouth. Her breath quickened. What in the world was she doing?

 

[Lady_Kit]

Cammies mouth was so soft! Tenderly, deliciously soft! No beard, no mustache and sweeter than anything on earth!. Allie wanted to twine her tongue with Cammies and simply taste her for hours. She wanted to enjoy the feeling of that warm mouth against hers, to explore the delicate flavor that was uniquely Cammie. All too soon the mouth was gone, and she sat there staring, unable to move as Cammie climbed from the car.

Allie felt as if she’d been hit in the head with a ball bat. No, that wasn’t right, more like she’d been hit in the chest by a line drive and had the wind knocked out of her; the rest of her body was just a quivering mass of over stimulated flesh. In the end Cammie was able to leave the car before Allie had any chance to respond.

She watched Cammie saunter to the door. Yes, definitely a saunter! The lovely hips swaying gently back and forth as they propelled the shapely legs toward the door. Allie wondered how much of it was for her benefit, then decided she didn’t care. She found that she was enjoying the view. God help her; she was getting a thrill from watching her friend walk away from the car! Finally, Cammie was safely behind the closed door.

Her mind was a million miles away as she turned the car toward her own house. The night had been so much more than she had expected. Not the least of which was her reaction to Cammie. Allie replayed in her mind the conversation with Jeremy and one phrase kept repeating itself.

“…if you’ll be honest, there is some attraction on both sides.”

After the dancing and the few moments in the darkened booth it was clear he was right. The attraction was mutual. When Cammie had returned from the restroom the first thing that Allie had noticed were the erect nipples that pushed against the still damp fabric of Cammies shirt. Why had she never noticed how perfect Cammies breasts were? How would she ever look at her in the changing room again? How would she manage not to touch her?! Allie felt her anxiety and temperature rise as she considered the many times she had seen Cammie completely nude, and how many times she would see her in the future. How would she react the next time Cammie came strolling from the shower? She pictured Cammie wet beautiful and fresh and felt her body tremble in response.

Before she knew it her car was stopped in her driveway. She sat there for a moment, hands resting on the wheel, trying to gather her thoughts. Part of her, the hot moist part between her thighs was crying out for her to turn around and rush back to Cammie; another more logical part, was trying to convince her that the only sane thing to do was to go inside, take a cold shower and forget the night had ever happened. She leaned her head back against the seat, letting her hands fall from the wheel to her lap. Allie was surprised to feel the heat of her sex through her skirt. She raised one hand to her breasts and felt the hard nubs of her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. Definitely a cold shower!

Allie turned to retrieve her purse from the back seat, but instead of her own heavy bag she found Cammies instead. They had joked that one of these days they’d get them mixed up. Well, it had happened. She’d have to go back tonight. Allie had an early appointment with her optometrist to get her glasses adjusted and her glasses were in the bag. The bag that was now at Cammies.

The car seemed just as eager to return to the pretty Victorian as its driver was and the drive was over before Allie had decided how she would handle her wild emotions. The front of the house was mostly dark, only a dim light shown through the living room windows.

Great, she’s still up. Maybe we can get this done fast before I embarrass myself anymore.

There was no response to the doorbell or the knocking that followed and Allie became concerned for her friend. Maybe she’s in the kitchen, she thought. Allie knew that Cammie tended to turn up the stereo when she cooked, perhaps she just hadn’t heard the door. The solution was simple enough, she’d just go through the back gate and knock on the patio door. Cammie would see her from the kitchen and then Allie could go home.

Small lights illuminated the path to the back garden and the gate opened silently on its well-oiled hinges. Allie stopped short and gave a small gasp when she realized that Cammie was not in the kitchen, in fact she was not in the house at all. Cammie, was in the hot tub; head thrown back against the edge, eyes closed, and Allie was quick to realize, completely nude, wet and beautiful.

“I am so screwed,” she thought. All her good intentions were gone, even the little voice that urged a cold shower was now silent. Allie cleared her throat, trying to make noise that would let Cammie know she was here without scaring her to death. When she got no response she coughed, then called out.

Cammie? Um, you left your purse in my car. I uh, I brought it back and I..ah..I wanted to get mine. If it, I mean is it…That is, is it in the house? You don’t have to get up, I’ll uh…I’ll get it.

“Please don’t get up!” Allie pleaded silently. “Please don’t temp me any more tonight.”

 

[soliloquy]

Cammie was just as shocked as Allie when she found the object of her desire standing so close to her naked body. Cammie blushed, but tried to remain calm. The last thing she wanted to do was to show Allie she didn't know what she was doing. Allie needed to be led. She did not need a bumbling foray into a world she was anxious about.

Cammie laughed as she rose, holding her towel in front of her and tying it around her waist like a sarong, allowing her breasts to be free to Allie's gaze. "We always said that would happen, didn't we? Don't worry. I know where it is." She winked at Allie as if there were some sort of inside joke when there wasn't.

Brazenly, Cammie brushed by Allie letting her breast brush Allie's arm. She thought she heard the woman gasp. She smiled to herself as she led Allie through the house. Maybe she didn't have to wait as long as she thought. She was fairly sure she wouldn't be able to seduce the innocent woman tonight, but she could make more headway. Of that, she was sure.

"Here it is," Cammie chirped as she bent over to the floor where the purse sat. The towel around her waist tightened, giving Allie a nice gander at the outline of Cammie's voluptuous rear end. When she stood, the first thing she noticed was that Allie's nipples were poking out at the material of her bodice. She was frozen in her place, and Cammie took the opportunity for what it was.

She took the other purse from the woman and set them both on the floor again. Wrapping her arms around Allie, she pressed her lips to her pouty lips and began to kiss her deeply, her tongue probing and asking Allie to do the same. Allie was still frozen, but that would fade in time, Cammie was sure. Cammie's hand slid up the side of Allie's dress until her hand was cupping a soft breast. Her thumb slid over the hard pebble at the center and it seemed to push the "on" button in Allie. Allie's tongue tangled with Cammies as she mewed into her mouth.

Cammie hadn't expected such an aggressive reaction, but it was burning a path through Cammie's body. Her clit was tingling in anticipation. How she wanted Allie to touch her everywhere. But that would have to wait. First, she needed to lead the way. She needed to show Allie that it was all right, it wasn't that unnatural.

The more she tried to convince Allie of this, the more convinced she herself became. Her fingers pinched Allie's nipple as she sucked the woman's tongue into her mouth. So soft and inviting, she thought. Without thinking, she twirled Allie around until she was up against a wall and Cammie's knee came between her legs, pressing up against her covered sex.

Allie cried out and flinched. Had she gone too far?

Cammie slowed down, letting her knee drop, lessening the grip on her breast, and pulling her mouth away from Allie's.

Allie began to speak, her eyes contradicting every word she said. "Cammie, I don't think we should..." Cammie's fingers flicked over her nipple. Allie moaned. "You're my friend and..." Cammie bit at the hollow of her neck.

"And I want you, Allie. Maybe not tonight, maybe not tomorrow night, but I want you. And if your body tells me anything, you want it too..." She gazed into Allie's eyes with a tender look. Allie looked like she had melted.

Cammie kissed her softly this time, palming her breast with care. After a few long minutes, she separated from Allie. "You should go now, before I do something you don't want me to." Disappointment tinged her voice, but she knew that Allie wasn't going to be ready to make this leap this quickly. And Cammie wasn't sure she was entirely ready either.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Cammie, I do want you to, or at least I think I want you to. Oh, god I don’t know what I want anymore!

Allie, looked at Cammie standing there, nude to the waist, and nothing but a towel covering the rest of her lush body. She felt like she was sixteen years old and trying to hold back the first urges of her young body. But this time, instead of fighting the wish to give in to her boyfriend, and herself, she was struggling with the need to pull Cammie close and press hot kisses over her mouth, neck and breasts. These weren’t the hormonal urges of an inexperienced teen; these were the strong desires of a woman.

Her body was screaming for release, her clit was so hard it ached. The touch of Cammies leg against her sex had nearly been her undoing, her cry had been as more surprised pleasure than dismay; she knew if it had been a man, she’d have welcomed the touch, the hand upon her breast and the kisses. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples hard and sensitive. She could see that Cammies nipples were at least as hard, and she didn’t think it was from a chill in the air. The idea that she could excite Cammie was incredibly erotic, somehow more so than if it was a man who felt that stimulation. Allie had always enjoyed turning on her partners, seeming to feel her own desire expanded by knowing that she could effect them with her touch, or with the things she did to them with her mouth. Perhaps that’s why she let herself move toward Cammie, why she allowed herself to lightly caress one lovely breast, why she laid her hand along the long line of bare throat and stroked the soft skin till her hand rested on Cammies shoulder.

You’re right, that I should go; but you’re wrong about this being something that I don’t want you to do.

Allie leaned close and gently touched her lips to Cammies, then raised both hands to cup the beautiful face of her friend. Their eyes met, and understanding passed between them. It would not be tonight, or tomorrow night, but it would be soon. Neither one would wait forever, but they would wait until it was the right moment to explore their feelings for each other.

She meant to leave after the first soft kiss, but Cammie tasted so sweet, felt so good that she was unable to resist pressing her mouth to those lips for a second time, but this kiss was full of the desire that she felt. She took Cammies petal soft lower lip between her teeth, and tugged gently. The moaned response was all the encouragement she needed and it sent a hot flame of desire through her. Allie tilted her head slightly, sliding her mouth over Cammies; taking advantage of the parted lips that gave her tongue access to the sugary taste inside. Their bodies were pressed together, breasts to breasts, and legs tangled together as they stood in the hallway. When she withdrew Cammie looked a little dazed, and Allie smiled in pleasure. Now it was her turn to step away, and before she could change her mind about leaving she picked up her purse and turned to the door.

Just so you know that I really do want you too. Good night, Cammie, I’ll see you at the gym tomorrow afternoon. Ok?

 

[soliloquy]

Cammie watched Allie leave with a dazed look. Her words only functioned in her brain. Her mouth could not form them. "But, wait...I want you now." She couldn't even grab her and redirect her on the road she so wanted to travel. She just stood there until the click of the door awakened her senses.

Fuck!

She was glad to know that Allie wanted her as well, but now she was a ball of pent up lust and frustration. Climbing the steps to her room, she relived every touch, every kiss, every sensation the night had brought to her. It wasn't long before she was naked on her bed, vibrator in hand, orgasming while faintly humming Allie's name.

Monday at work was no better for her. She had relived the night a million times in her head, and desire would not leave her body. Twice she escaped to the restroom to satisfy her lust, but no touch of her own would do. She wanted Allie in the worst way possible: underneath her, pleading for release.

The ride to the gym was long and torturous. Images of Allie up against the lockers panting pushed away all of Josh's words. He only smiled in a knowing way.

As she stepped out of the car Josh shouted loudly, "you need to get laid, woman!"

She couldn't have agreed more.

The workout was awkward and tense. Neither of them knew what to say, or what to do. Each ogled the other one openly, but neither made a move to do anything about the want inside.

They showered in silence, and tried desperately not to sneak glances at the other's naked body. Cammie, desperate for release at this point, turned her back and stroked her clit furiously, hoping that it would look as if she were merely scrubbing. The orgasm hit her hard and fast, and she nearly fell against the wall.

"Are you all right?" Allie's voice was filled with concern.

"Um...yeah...I just...slipped." Cammie was embarrassed as it would seem that Allie had been watching her as she came. She hoped she didn't know. But they were both women, and surely Allie would suspect something.

Cammie rushed out of the shower and dressed quickly. She needed to be home with her own thoughts. She didn't know how to play the aggressor anymore. Allie had one upped her last night, and despite the growing yearning for Allie, she was somehow upset with Allie for doing so.

"Cammie, are you sure you're all right."

Cammie smiled tightly. "I'm just tired and want to go home. Let's get out of here."

Allie seemed confused at her irritability, and that confusion helped reassure Cammie. Allie was no more in control of this relationship than Cammie was.

They rode to Cammie's house, and the silence was dense and thick. Cammie needed to reassure Allie somehow. As she pulled off the freeway, Cammie ran her hand up the inside of Allie's thigh. She stopped mere millimeters away from the woman's pussy. Cammie smiled at Allie and reached one finger to press against the denim that covered her pussy. She heard Allie gasp.

How would she be able to wait until Allie was ready? She wanted her now.

 

[Lady_Kit]

Allie, felt like five kinds of a fool after her behavior at Cammies place. What on earth had gotten into her? She’d never been a tease, never played games with men to entice then rebuff them. She’d always considered it the worst kind of deception and highly unattractive. Why was she treating Cammie like that? Fear? Shame? Then it dawned on her, it was defensive. Perhaps if Cammie found Allie undesirable then all this tension would go away and they could go back to just being friends. In her heart, though, she knew that they could never go back to the way things were before, the situation had gone much to far for that. Did she even want Cammie to change her mind?

The hot sweet desire that Allie felt the other night wasn’t just the effect of too much alcohol and too little sex, though during the drive home she’d tried to convince herself otherwise. Later in bed the battle had continued; all the while she frantically rubbed her hard clit with lust slickened fingers she’d tried to forget Cammies soft lips. As she pinched and tugged at her sensitive nipples she’d tried to wipe the image of Cammies full ripe tits from her mind. When she finally plunged a thick dildo into her dripping cunt and felt the first waves of orgasmic satisfaction wash over her she gave up the fight and called for Cammie in the darkness of her room.

These were the things that Allie considered from the time she left Cammie trembling against the wall of her foyer and this moment in the car. Now, it was time to either be honest or call a halt to not only the situation but also to their friendship. She thought Cammie too, was feeling the strain of uncertainty and longing. Though she’d claimed to stumble, Allie knew Cammie had been doing more than engaging in careful bathing in the shower. Instead of shock, Allie was just relived that Cammies hadn’t caught her watching her "bathe"; even now the image of the white soap sliding over the cheeks of Cammies gently rounded ass was enough to make Allie catch her breath.

The fact that Cammie picked that same moment to softly touch her inner thigh and then tap on the thick seam of denim that covered her aching cunt turned the catch into a audible gasp. She smiled at her friend. “Yes,” she reminded herself, “this woman is your friend and not someone you want to loose.” In that moment she made her choice, took Cammies hand and placed it deliberately over the hot space at the juncture of her thighs. Now, it was Cammies turn to gasp, then she grinned with pleasure as she correctly read the implications of Allies move.

Nothing was said as they continued down the tree-shaded street to Cammies house. Allie parked in the drive and turned in her seat.

We’ve been awfully good about our diets and exercise lately Cammie. What do you say we order pizza for dinner and have something really naughty for dessert?

Allie leaned forward and tasted Cammies lips, letting her know with a kiss that dinner was not the only thing on her mind, and that there was every chance that dessert would come in a new form tonight.