Message-ID: <6602eli$9712201927@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Ann Douglas Subject: AnnD: Scarlett's Cove - (2/2) - FF Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.1.32.19971219202940.006ae4fc@pop.tiac.net> Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. Thanks and enjoy the story. - Scarlett’s 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 don’t worry, just have fun.” the dark woman said. “And remember, it’s for the kids.” “Ladies, before I take the first bid, I just want to take a moment to acknowledge Jeanette’s courage in coming up here.” the announcer said into her mike. “Up until we called her name, she didn’t 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 didn’t 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 hadn’t gone out on a single date. In fact, her only sexual release had been her own left hand and the half dozen occasions when they’d 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 that’s 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 don’t know who that woman is,” Arlene thought, “but she’s screwing up all my plans.” Catching Diane’s 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 didn’t even have time to fade before it was superseded. “$2,000” called out her rival. “And I’ll 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 you’re 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 didn’t you. Couldn’t 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 couldn’t tell who was bidding what from up on stage. “That wasn’t my bid and it didn’t 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?!?!” ‘You 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 woman’s 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. “It’s 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, I’ll be OK. Besides, I’m sure you have other plans.” she added as she looked again at Mae. “It’s just like any other blind date.” Jeanette said to herself as she walked along the shoreline. “Except that I haven’t 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 water’s 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. “I’ve 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 grandmother’s 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 Arlene’s room. Curious, she decided to take a quick peek. The scene that greeted her wasn’t unexpected but it still surprised her. She’d seen Arlene nude a good many times, after all they’d 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 woman’s pussy. After having been on the receiving end more than a few times, Jeanette didn’t need either the look of rapture on Mae’s face or the soft moans she was uttering to know how enjoyable Arlene’s darting tongue could be. Jeanette had never really been interested in voyeurism but found the scene fascinating. If she didn’t have a pressing appointment, she’d 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 hadn’t felt this nervous since she was 16. A minute went by, then two and three. Then suddenly a voice from behind. “I’m sorry I’m late.” said a soft voice from the shadows. Jeanette turned to the sound of the voice but couldn’t 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 didn’t recognize the woman but something about her seemed familiar. “It’s 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.” “I’m sorry, but I don’t know you.” Jeanette said. “Are you sure you don’t have me mixed up with someone else.” “I don’t think so.” she said as she came closer. “Jeanette Ann Randolph, you teach history at Washington High School in Arrow Lake, NY and you’ve been there for the last 11 years.” “Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” Jeanette’s mind raced. It was her worst nightmare come true. Someone who knew her from back home. “Relax, I’m a friend.” the woman added when she saw the sudden look of panic on the teacher’s face. “Who are you?’ Jeanette demanded. “This isn’t 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 don’t get it, are you a friend or relative?” Jeanette asked. “Good on memory, short on deductive reasoning.” the woman laughed. “I am Elaine.” “You’re Elaine?” the teacher said in disbelief. “Yes, I’m Elaine.” she said, now only a foot away. “Elaine I apologize, but I really didn’t 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 Jeanette’s 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 hadn’t really thought of Elaine in years, there’d 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 don’t understand all this.” Jeanette said. “Why all of this auction stuff, if you wanted to say hello why didn’t 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.” “That’s right, a scholarship you helped me get. But don’t 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 wasn’t used to dealing with sums like that. “Let me explain it quickly, have you ever heard of a company called Startech?” “That’s one of those software companies, isn’t it.” she answered. “I read about it in one of those articles about the Internet in Time.” “That’s 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.” “That’s 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 I’m 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 Elaine’s 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 I’d 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 you’re beautiful.” “I’ve waited six years to hear you say that.” Elaine said. “It was worth it.” “So now what?’ the older woman asked. “All of my life, I’ve 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 hadn’t waited for you that afternoon and saw you and your lover, I wouldn’t have started taking better care of my body. If I hadn’t pulled over one night to help a couple of students stranded with a flat tire, I wouldn’t 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 Jeanette’s. Excitement ripped through her as she felt the other woman’s 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 other’s 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 Jeanette’s 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 woman’s body. The younger woman experimentally ran her fingers back and forth across them, delighting in the sweet sounds emanating from her former teacher’s 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 mentor’s eyes, quickly loosing herself in their deepness. She couldn’t 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 Jeanette’s lips. Her speech was so low that Elaine couldn’t 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 Jeanette’s 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 Jeanette’s 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 woman’s 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 woman’s 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 hadn’t 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 Elaine’s kneeing form. “I’ve missed that so much.” What she didn’t 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 Elaine’s 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 woman’s 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 Jeanette’s 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 Jeanette’s 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 didn’t have Arlene’s 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 they’ve been putting up about a half mile from your apartment complex in Arrow Lake, the one by Lake Drive.” “I’ve driven past it.” the now confused woman replied. “Well I guess you’ve 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 don’t 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.’ Jeanette beamed, suddenly feeling a warm glow fill her heart - a glow too long absent.” “Good, now that we’ve got that settled, shut up and kiss me. We’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.” And in that moment, the student became the teacher, and the teacher the student. END -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Priorities .... A hundred years from now.... It won't matter how much money I had.... What kind of house I lived in .... Or what kind of car I drove... What will matter is that the world might be a better place... 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