Message-ID: <21542asstr$943812601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: ann_douglas@hotmail.com Subject: {ASSM} AnnD"Dress Rehearsal"FF(2/4) Lines: 358 X-Original-Message-ID: <81r27e$ide$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Nov 28 11:04:15 1999 GMT Date: Sun, 28 Nov 1999 13:10:01 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: IceAltar, newsman Dress Rehearsal by Ann Douglas (ann_douglas@hotmail.com) Part Two Amber had changed into a short sleeved yellow blouse with a blue denim shirt. She wasn't sure where they were going and figured this outfit was good for just about anywhere. They’d gone to shows before, a few times to bars. Once, they’d even driven upstate just to get out of the city for a day. When Heather finally showed up, she had changed her white uniform for a plain but form fitting red dress. "If we were only going to a bar, there were a lot of nice places closer to home." Amber said as she stood outside the place Heather had brought her for drinks. "Trust me," the young black woman said as they stepped inside. "You've never been to a place like this before." That made Amber stop and look at the neon sign in the bar window a second time. The sign that read Scarlett's Rose. "Oh my," Amber said as they stepped into the lounge and she got a good look around. "You're right, I've never been to anyplace like this." As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she could see there had to be over a hundred women there. The club was a lot bigger than it appeared from the outside. "Just think of this as field research." Heather laughed Heather caught the barmaid's attention and ordered two beers. She spent a few moments chatting with the six-foot muscular blond after the two bottles had been deposited on the bar. The conversation was long enough for the older girl to realize that Heather was a regular here. "Cheers," Heather said as she handled Amber her bottle and took a long pull from her own. Amber took a small drink as well, watching as her companion tilted her bottle straight up and drained nearly a third in one long gulp. "God, I've been looking forward to that all day long." she said as she brought the beer back down. "Come on, let’s find a table." Heather took Amber's hand and led her through the crowds. As they moved, Amber looked right and left at the crowd, confident that Heather knew exactly where they were going. It was amazing how varied the crowd was, she thought. The woman around her seemed to be of every age, race and description. Some women were middle aged, some looked to be barely in their late teens. Others were somewhere in between. As they made their way around the edge of the dance floor, Amber watched the pairs of women swaying to the music. The movement of their bodies was almost hypnotic. "There's an open table over there." Heather said as she pulled Amber's hand to get her attention over the music. Once they were at the table, Heather ordered another round for the two of them. A girl in a very skimpy costume, highlighted by breasts bigger than Heather's, brought their drinks. "Thanks Bonnie," the dark girl said, smiling at the well-endowed redhead. She watched Bonnie take an order from another table, then turned her attention back to Amber. "Bonnie used to work at Hooters," Heather said. "But she found that Scarlett's paid a lot better. Besides, she'd rather strut her stuff for the girls here than a bunch of drooling, horny guys." Amber didn't comment, she just took a sip of the iced beer. "So what do you think of the place?" Heather asked, bringing her own drink to her lips. "It's interesting ... " Amber said, as she looked into a corner where two young women were making out. "Well that's one word for it I guess." her companion said as she turned and saw what had caught her attention. "I hope you're taking notes, she joked. "There's going to be an oral quiz later." Amber really wasn't paying attention. She was too captivated by the two women back at the corner table. Even in the dim light, she could see them trading tongues. A quick flash of strobe highlighted the couple for a brief moment, just long enough for the actress to recognize them. "Oh shit," Amber said under her breath, "I know those two." Last season, Amber had done a guest shot on the sitcom, Buddies. The brunette and blond were two of the show's stars. Evidently, they were better buddies than anyone realized. "It's really not polite to stare." Heather whispered as she brought her face close to Amber's. "Do you know who those two are?" Amber whispered back. "Yes, I know who they are," Heather replied. "And before the night is over, I'm sure you might see some other familiar faces as well. You have to understand one thing, and understand it well. Whatever or whoever you might see in here, stays here. Understand?" Amber suddenly remembered Heather showing a card to one of the women at the door when they first came in. At the time, she thought the twenty-one year old was being carded. Now she realized that she was showing some kind of membership card. By bringing Amber here, to what she also now realized was a private club, the younger girl was also vouching for her. "I understand." she assured her friend. "Nothing goes outside these walls." "Okay, now that we have that out of the way," Heather grinned. "Let's dance." Before Amber could object, Heather had her out of the chair and on the dance floor. Amber had danced with other girls plenty of times, so it didn't feel strange to dance with Heather. At least until the live female band switched to a slow, sexy dance and Heather pulled her close. Amber was very aware of the warmth of Heather's breasts pressed against her own as they moved around the floor. The fragrant scent of the younger girl's perfume filled her nostrils as she pressed her dark cheek against her’s. There was one point in the dance when Heather's lips brushed against Amber's. A touch so brief as to be almost imperceptible, but one which was uppermost in her thoughts. "That was fun." Heather said as they retook their seats. "Yes it was." Amber had to agree. "So no more gloom and doom." she asked. "No more doom and gloom." smiled a now reenergize Amber. The two women talked for a few more minutes, then took to the dance floor again. This time, no matter the dance, Amber didn't find it strange at all to hold onto Heather, no matter how close. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Three hours later, Amber and Heather exited the club into the warm evening air, arm in arm. They flagged down a cab, and headed off into the night. It didn't take long for the cab to pull up in front of the apartment building Amber lived in. After it dropped her off, it would head uptown to Heather's parent’s house. "Thank you for a wonderful adventure." Amber said to her friend after passing the driver enough to cover both the trips here and uptown. "So you're all ready for tomorrow?" Heather asked. "As ready as I'll ever be." Amber laughed. "At least I hope so." Amber turned to get out of the cab. She got halfway out the door, then paused. Heather was about to ask what was wrong when Amber suddenly whirled about and pulled the younger girl to her. The press of Amber's lips against her own took Heather unaware, but it was a very pleasant surprise nevertheless. Her lips were as soft as she might have imagined, her tongue containing the merest hint of the passion her body held in check. "I think you are more than ready for tomorrow." Heather said breathlessly as their lips parted. "Come on upstairs with me." Amber said, holding Heather's hands in her own. "Are you sure?" Heather asked, her trembling hands held only in check by the warm hands grasping them. "You might feel different when the sun comes up." "The only regret I'd have when the sun rises is if you aren't there with me to watch it." Amber said, the deep look in her eyes proclaiming the intensity of her words. Heather's surrender came in a sweet kiss. A gesture carrying the secret affection she had carried for the actress, almost since the day they had met. Both women suddenly became aware of the eyes of the cabbie watching them in the rear view mirror. “There’s been a change of plans.” Amber said. “We’re not going to need that ride uptown after all.” The fiftyish man made a little sour face as Amber canceled his fare. He figured that would have just about finished his shift. “You can keep the fare.” Heather said as she grabbed her purse and followed Amber out the door. She didn’t want to waste a minute getting upstairs. The now extra large tip changed the cabbie’s frown to a smile. He leaned out the window and said. “Have fun ladies!” He watched the two women disappear into the vestibule. They seemed like nice girls, he thought. So what if they were attracted to each other in that way. Look at his nephew, Matt, 6’2” and two hundred and fifty pounds, who’d ever had though he’d turn out to be a fairy. But when you thought about it, it didn’t mean he loved the kid any less. As the old man pulled away from the curb, he thought maybe he’d take the tip and bring his wife home a little special something. Who knows, maybe she might be in the mood to give him a little something too. The little tryst that started in the back seat of the cab, continued in the elevator ride up to the nineteenth floor. Heather hoped the trip stayed nonstop. Otherwise one of Amber’s neighbor’s was going to get to watch her perform a fairly good impression of a tonsillectomy with her tongue. She couldn’t believe the sudden change in her friend’s demeanor. Was this the same girl who only this afternoon went into giggle fits when she thought about kissing another woman? Heather could only guess that those giggles might have been some kind of defense mechanism. A way to avoid something that she didn’t want to face. Only in her case, rather than a case of homophobia, the reverse might be true. The actress might actually be sexually attracted to women, but afraid to let the Jeannie out the bottle, so to speak. The trip to Scarlett’s might have done just that, and once unleashed ... “Nineteenth floor,” Amber said as she gave the younger girl one last peck on the cheek. “Ladies lingerie, moonlight and fine wine.” Amber’s apartment was only two doors from the elevator, so she had it open in less than a minute. As they stepped inside, Heather felt a tinge of guilt that she might be taking advantage of her friend. She didn’t think Amber had all that much to drink at the club, certainly no more than Heather did. Ethically, shouldn’t she just leave the older woman now that she was safely home? “I’ve never had sex with a girl, but I’ve thought about it.” Amber said as she draped her arms over Heather’s shoulders. “I’ve even played with myself while I thought about it. Isn’t that shameful.” she added. “This is so wrong,” Heather repeated to herself as Amber cupped one of her large breasts through her dress. “I really should leave.” “You have really beautiful breasts.” Amber said as she squeezed it. “I wish my tits were that nice.” “Oh God,” Heather moaned as she felt her nipple growing erect beneath Amber’s hand. “It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone. I’m not sure I have the strength to do what’s right.” Amber stopped what she was doing for a moment, a move that grabbed Heather’s full attention a lot more efficiently than anything she might have said. She looked into the younger girl’s eyes and spoke in a clear, controlled voice. “Heather, I’m not drunk.” she said as if she could read the conflict in the girl’s mind. “At least not on alcohol.” “I’m glad of that at least.” Heather said relieved. “You have to understand, I’m from a really small town. And there it doesn’t matter what the outside world is like, or what they show on television and the movies. People there don’t talk about things like lesbianism, about having feelings for another girl in your class. Of watching her making out with the asshole who happens to be the quarterback on the football team and having it hurt so much you want to die. So you just bury all that away, and try to live a life that other people look at as normal.” “But you’re an actress, you’re in a major TV show.” Heather responded. “Why would you have to hide anything now?” “Because I’m scared of loosing it all. Scared because I could never go back to living in that town. Mostly I’m scared because I’m so afraid that I’d end up alone.” Heather looked at the actress and couldn’t help but think, there but for the grace of God. Her own parents weren’t exactly thrilled when she came out, to them at least, but in the end they still loved her. Could she have handled living in a small closed town like Amber? “Oh God Amber,” she said as she hugged her. “I’m so sorry for you.” “I know I’ve been coming on like a slut so far.” Amber said. “But I can’t help it. I’ve kept all these desires bottled up for so long, I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t let them out. If you don’t want me then ...” “Girlfriend,” the twenty-one year old grinned. “Who in their right mind wouldn’t want you.” (missing parts may be found at) Ann Douglas Web Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Ann_Douglas/www/ ASSTR Donation Page http://www.asstr-mirror.org/donations.html ********************************************************* Comments are the life blood of any amateur writer, the currency in which they are paid. It only takes a few minutes to send off a few lines, which is little to ask for in exchange for hours spent creating a story. 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