Just One Of Those Things
By Mavis Applewater
Copywrite August 2000
Disclaimers: Xena, Gabrielle & Crew belong to those nice folks at Renassance Pictures, Universal/MCA. I mention this because although this tale is of the Uber variety, which takes place in the here and now and our favorite ancient greek gal pals are nowhere to be seen; the main characters do bare a striking resemblence to Xena and Gabrielle. (And probably nothing like the two talented actress who play them.) All similarities end there. Everything else contained in this tale is mine all mine. It cannot be reprinted without my permission.
SEX/VIOLENCE & ROADTRIPS: There is a great deal of sex. (Thank you very much) The sexual nature of this tale is between two consenting adult females and a yak. (Okay I am lying about the yak, just wanted to give a chuckle to those of you who actually read the disclaimers.) If this offends you please read something else. (you narrow minded son of a bacchae! Oooops.) If you are underage or this is illegal where you live, my apologies but you must go now. There is no violence in this story. (With the exception of driving the streets of Boston. If you have driven in our fair city you know what I am talking about.) As for roadtrips that is a yes.
A NOTE OF THANKS: Thank you to the Bartenders at a well know nightclub in Cambridge, Ma. USA. For allowing me to use their likeness. Although the depiction in this story may not reflect the actual personality of the real life person and not all of the bar staff are based on real people, the Lucy rule is very real and is still being enforced! Thanks again for granting your permission. Also a note of thanks to my beta reader Heather Stewart.
As always this is for Heather.
Just One Of Those Things
"It was just one of those things." As the thought rolled through her mind, Olivia just could not help but feel how incredibly lame it sounded. But it was the truth. She had not been looking to have a one night stand, but this woman was far too amazing to resist. Face it no one with a pulse could have turned her down. She was the kind of woman that could turn a gay man straight and a straight woman gay. The tall dark stranger with piercing blue eyes had drawn Olivia to her like a moth to a flame. It was one of those once in a life time experiences. An adventure to reflect upon in her golden years. "If you explain it to Ruth that way . . . you may not live to see your golden years!" Olivia cautioned herself. "Maybe that was the solution to her problem?" She asked herself as she looked around the airplane that was taking her home to Boston. For the first time in her thirty one years Olivia Davenport silently prayed for engine failure. "Hell if I went down in flames now Ruth would never know that I betrayed her.". A firery death seemed to be the only solution to the problems that would be awaiting her once she returned home. The idea of not telling Ruth just never occured to her. No matter how strained their relationship had been she was not going to hide her infiedelity from her lover. She looked around the airplane once again and moaned deeply. It would most likely be very bad karma to take all of these innocent people down with her, just so she could avoid telling her lover that she had cheated on her.
"How did my boring little life becoming so complicated in less than twenty four hours?" Olivia reflected at the events that brought her to this unusual situation. Everything had started out innocently enough. A business trip to New York . A few days in the big apple courtesy of the company. It was an unexpected invitation from her boss. Tim Johnson was stepping down. Opting for an early retirement from Brookehaven Enterprises. The news had started as a rumor less than two months ago and it had surprised everyone in her department. Olivia had no idea if the rumor was true or not until last week when Tim had called her to his office.
"Olivia." He smiled at her as she entered the office. She took a seat in one of the large leather chairs in front of his desk. He looked so tired she thought. He looked out of the windows that lined his office. A corner office in the Hancock Tower was a thing of beauty. Normally Tim looked good in the setting with his dark skin and graying temples, the office had always reflected his style with the mahogany desk. The walls carefully decorated with african american art work. Olivia had always been facinated by the paintings that adorn the walls. All of the pieces had been from the seventeen and eighteen hundreds. The artists styles varied. All were worthy of hanging in a gallery. But what made these works special were that everyone of them had been painted by slaves. Some of the work had been hidden or lost for years. Of course on the book shelves there was a collection of sports memoriable. An autographed baseball from the Red Sox and a football signed by the Pats. His pride and joy was a basketball signed by Larry Bird. Face it Boston was a sports town. Even though she knew Tim loved the galleries and music the city had to offer. If Pedro was pitching that night she knew her boss was going to be fighting the traffic to get to Fenway Park. It broke her heart to see him that day. His fire was gone. He looked beaten. "I assume that you have heard the rumors?" He asked quietly his usual smile noticably absent.
"Yes." Olivia answered quietly.
"What I am about to tell you must be kept quiet for now." He said heavily. Olivia felt her heart drop as she realized that the rumors were indeed true. He was leaving. The man who had been her friend and mentor since she graduated from Wellesly was leaving.
"You are leaving aren't you." Olivia whispered. It wasn't a question.
"Yes." He sighed as his shoulders dropped. It appeared that suddenly a heavy burden had been lifted. "I had not planned on retiring so suddenly. I thought it would be years from now. I had hoped that it would be you who would fill my shoes when that day came. But it is too soon for that. I am sorry about that."
"Don't be." Olivia protested. "You gave me my first job. You taught me everything I know. I could never repay you for that."
"That smile is payment enough." He beamed at her as he finally took his seat. "You will be taking Kenny's position."
"So the rumor mill is right on track." Olivia chuckled thinking that the CIA could learn a thing or two from the secrateries at Brookehaven. "Kenny is the new boss." It made sense Olivia thought. Kenny is Tim's second in command.
"No." Tim laughed slightly. "For once we have managed to keep a few things quiet around here. Kenny is going to Los Angeles. He will be heading the department there. It is smaller and he wants to go back to the west coast. How do you feel about spending a few days in New York on the companie's dime? You could bring Ruth. I am going down there to meet with suits from corporate. I will need someone there to help me organize things. Kenny will take over here in my absence. It will be good for the both of you to get your feet wet in your new roles. Plus you will have free time to take in the sights and a chance to meet the new head honcho. I want the two of you to get know each other since you will be working so closely together."
"How can I refuse?" Olivia teased trying to lighten the mood. "So what can I expect from my new boss?"
"You know me better than that." Tim warned her. "No preconcived notions. Either you hit it off or you don't."
"When do we leave?" Olivia offered.
"Tuesday morning." Tim smiled. "I know you are going to do well."
"Thank you." Olivia added gently. "This is a big break for me."
"You earned it." Tim said firmly. "I may have recommended you. But the final decision wasn't mine. It was up to your new boss. Congratulations Olivia." He stood and offered his hand to her. She took it and shook it warmly.
"Tim?" Olivia began slowly as she released his hand. She did not want to pry but it was the suddeness of his departure from the company he had helped build. "Is everything all right?"
"No." He confessed. "It is Laura." His eyes clouded over as he spoke his wife's name. "It is MS."
"Oh Tim!" Olivia gasped. "When? We just saw each other last month for tennis."
"I know." Tim smiled. "And she beat you too. She was doing well than. Her symptons come and go. We found out over three years ago. We wanted to tell you but by then we were so sick of talking about it. I wanted to cut back on work when we first found out. But Laura
would have none of that. You know how she is. She decided that she could either give up or fight. She was doing great. Most of the time no one would ever know how sick she is. But recently she started to loose the battle." His eyes grew heavy as he almost whispered these words.
"It's not over yet." Olivia offered a she placed a comforting hand on his arm.
"Damn right." He reassured her. "But I am not wasting my time and efforts sitting behind this desk. If we beat this then we beat it together. If we loose than I am going to be right there with her. Look at what we do." He voice strained at the words. "We make deals so that our clients trading cards ended up in the right ceral boxes. In the larger scheme of things I would rather be with my wife and my kids and enjoying my grandchildren. Not making deals with this company and that company. Especially when all of the companies we work with are owned by or connected to the same larger corporation. Nope I spending my time enjoying my family."
Olivia left his office stunned. She had invited Ruth hoping that perhaps the trip would help their relationship. Ruth declined. Even with couples therapy things only seemed to getting worse for them. She had always envied Tim and Laura's relationship. They were like her own parents. After all of the years they had been together you could still see a spark the other's eyes as they looked at their partner. The news of Laura's illness just did not seem fair. After thirty some odd years together the couple had endured a great deal. Laura loved telling the story of her parents reaction to Tim the first time she brought him home for dinner. Her conservative Boston family were more than a little surprised when the blonde socialite walked into the family estate with the tall black man on her arm. Olivia was shocked when she learned that neither set of parents had attended the couples modest wedding. Laura's family cut her off her finacially and emotionally. But they endured. Of course Tim always insisted that the indifference had nothing to do with race. It was because he was a Yale man. Laura's family was Harvard all the way. Eventually after many years and four beautiful children both sets of in-laws relented. The couple had worked hard each finishing their educations and made their own way. Without finacial or emotional support from either family the couple surpassed their goals. Of course the Harvard vs Yale debate would never die. Not surprisingly not one of the four children opted to attended either University. Marcus went to Stanford, Lawrence went to MIT, Carrie a Vassar girl and Leslie went to Smith.
Olivia had always dreamed that some day she would have the type of relationship that she had witnessed growing up. Until she met Tim and Laura she wondered if her parents marriage had been a fluke. Somewhere along the way she had given up on finding that kind of relationship. She settled for comfortable. Ruth was just that. Still her resistance for an all expense paid trip to New York had been a surprise. Olivia let it go for now. She threw herself into the roll of Tim's second in command. The next few days had been educational. She still had not met the new boss. Try as she may she could not pry any information out of Tim reguarding this mysterious James. Her natural curiousity was driving her and Tim up the wall. Finally a little after five on Friday Tim told her relaxe and take the rest of night off. "I know I wanted you to get your feet wet but I also said that you would have some free time to enjoy the city as well." Tim scolded her.
"I am here to learn." Olivia interupted. "Maybe I could focus more if I knew what to expect from James?" She prodded.
"Nice try." Tim responded with a smile. "Why didn't Ruth come with you? Laura nevers passes on trip to here."
Olivia had been pleased when Laura joined them on their trip. "Where is she now?" Olivia asked hoping to change the subject.
"Shopping." Tim laughed. "Lawrence took her down to Fifth Avenue. I may have to mortage the house. Now if Ruth had come she could have gone with them and I wouldn't be in debt by myself."
"Ruth hates shopping." Olivia grumbled. "That is more my thing."
"Now that is what I am talking about." Tim added thoughtfully. "Preconcieved ideas. You shop, I know you love to cook but you are a jock as well."
"Your point?" Olivia flared her green eyes at him as she ran her hands through her short blonde hair.
"My son Lawrence the book worm who loves broadway musicals is straight." Tim explained. "Hell I love broadway musicals. But Marcus who is a jock as is his lover Steve hate musicals. Hell the two of them make me look prissy. When we visit them all they do is talk about sports. The last time we were on the west coast Laura and I wanted to see Cats . . . again. They acted as if we invited them to have dinner with Newt Gingrich. Now my point is. ."
"You have one?" Olivia teased.
"Yes." He teased her. "My point is if I tell you anything about James you will start to form an opinion. Whether you know it or not. I am sorry about keeping you here longer than expected. But there were some snags in L.A. . But you will meet James tommorow for brunch. Now get out here and go have some fun. Or we have tickets for the theatre tonight you could join us. It will be Laura and I and Lawrence and his wife."
"No thanks I have plans." Olivia lied.
"I know." He sighed. "Paper work and a phone call home to Boston."
"Not exactly." Olivia grimmaced knowing he had seen right through her. "Ruth had plans tonight so no phone call home."
"This trip hasn't caused any problems has it?" Tim question her with concern.
"No." Olivia answered honestly. The problems or problem as it were was already there and had been there for most of their relationship. She didn't want to talk about this. She talked about far too much in couples therapy for the past year and a half. Olivia said her goodbyes and left Tim's room. As she made her way down the corridor towards the elevator her mind flashed to the look in Tim's eyes. It was the same look that most of her friends possessed when the topic of conversation turned towards her lover. With the exception of Sydney no one ever said a negative thing about Ruth or their relationship. But Olivia got the impression that her friends weren't thrilled when the couple moved in together just shy of a month of dating.
Everyone was polite about it with usually "that's nice." or "so long as you are happy." comments. Sydney always the exception to the rule called Olivia "the U-Haul poster girl!". Tact was never Sydney's strong suit. Olivia felt tired as she pushed the button to call the elevator. Thoughts of her failing relationship were weighing heavily on her. As she stepped into the elevator she decided to head to the lobby and grab a book or a magazine from the gift shop. Tonight would be a good night to just forget about everything. She formed a new plan. She would not work tonight instead she would take a bubble bath crawl into bed with something to read after she raided the honor bar to celebrate her new promotion. Ruth's negative reaction to the trip and her lack of enthusiasim had sucked the life out of Olivia's new job. So now she would pamper herself and just kick back. She was honestly far too tired to do anything else.
the elevator doors opened into lobby Olivia found herself looking at the most
beautiful woman she had ever seen.
Olivia's mouth went dry as eyes trailed up to fully capture the ominus
creature. She stood at least six
feet tall towering above Olivia's five foot four frame. Her chisel features and steely blue
eyes captured Olivia's breath. She
stood there with her mouth hanging open.
"My God her hair is jet black. No not black it is raven. Long raven tresses.
And those eyes . . .".
"Excuse me?" The inpatient bell hop said snapping Olivia out of her trance.
Suddenly she felt very embarrassed as she realized that she had kept people waiting while she was literally gawking at some stranger. "I er um daserfert . . ." She stammered out as she rushed out of the elevator. Holding her face in her hands she tried to regain some degree of composure. "What the hell was that? What did I say was that even english?? Idiot!" Olivia inhaled one final calming breath as she turned to see the elevator doors closing. Just as they were about to close she caught a glimpse of a dazzling smile directed at her. At least she hoped it was directed at her.
At that moment her brain ceased to function. Olivia found herself in her room at the hotel where she had showered and changed into a new outfit. No longer clad in her gray business skirt and heels. She was now dressed in a pair of black jeans and a teal sleeveless t-shirt and black Joan and David boots. She had no memory of coming upstairs. No recall of taking a shower or changing into her new outfit. She didn't stop to think about this. She had to get out and clear her mind of everything. She found herself exiting the hotel and requesting a cab from the door man. Fortunately the cab pulled up immediately. If she had stopped to think about her actions she would have retreated back to her hotel room. She pulled out the name and address of the bar and instructed the driver where to go. She had received the information from Sydney. One of Sydney's coworkers at the Stardust in Cambridge was a frequent visitor to New York. And he knew all of the good places to go. When Olivia had asked Sydney for a place to go she had thought she would be with Ruth.
Ruth was now vacant from her thoughts as she found herself sitting in the tiny bar just off of Hudson. Olivia sat on her stool lost in thoughts of a certain tall dark stranger. She ignored the other patrons. Olivia wasn't rude but she didn't feel like chatting either. "So why are you here?" she asked herself. She hadn't spoken to anyone but the bartender. Who was very attentive but Olivia knew that had more to do with the generous tip she had offered. After watching Sydney one night she realized that many people for whatever reason either did not tip or did not do it very well.
What was she doing here? She did not want to talk to anyone. She did not want to dance and she did not want to shoot pool. She looked down at the sex on the beach she had been nursing since she first arrived. "Well you don't want to get drunk either." She laughed at herself. Time to leave. She stood and made her way to the door suddenly wondering why she had come here in the first place. Olivia opened the door to leave and was greeted by the vision that had been haunting her all evening. It must be a dream or wishful thinking. But it was neither. There she stood just as she had before. This time dressed in a pair of worn blue jeans a white t-shirt and a black leather jacket. Her memorizing blue eyes captured Olivia's stunned green eyes.
The stranger smiled and reached down and took Olivia by the hand and led her out of the club. Neither spoke as the stranger hailed a cab. They entered the taxi and neither spoke. They just sat there holding hands staring into one another's eyes. "Where to ladies?" The driver repeated in irratation. "Parker Meridian." Olivia offered finally as a strong yet gentle hand caressed her cheek. Without a word spoken the two were drawn closer to the other. The dark stranger leaned forward and tilted her head down as the fair Olivia pressed against her reaching up. Their lips brushed slightly. There was a spark ignited between them as they reunited the lips once again.
The gentleness soon gave way to passionate urgency. A moan escaped from Olivia as she parted the stranger's lips with her tongue. She pressed the length of her body into the passionate stranger as the dark woman ran her hand up Olivia's side and rested it gently on her breast. Olivia deepened the kiss as she felt strong fingers gently teasing her nipple through the fabric of her shirt. Olivia wrapped her fingers into the long raven tresses pulling the woman closer to her. Their bodies melted together as they continued to kiss. Over come with need for oxygen the two broke the kiss gasping for air.
Olivia looked up into her mystery woman's eyes. Her tall dark stranger was trembling. "She is frightened? Did I do that?" Olivia reached up and gently caressed the dark woman's cheek. Smiling at the vision of beauty before her. Some how her display of sudden vulnerability made even more appealing. Olivia suddenly wondered if they should stop. As she gazed deeply into the stranger's crystal blue eyes the desire there captured Olivia's soul. Leaning forward she began nibbling on her chiseled jaw. Slowly her lips began to taste the strangers skin as she began moved down to her long neck. Her mystery woman growled with desire. Stronge fingers ran threw her short blonde hair encouring her to continue her exploration.
Her heart was beating wildly as she continued tasting the woman's neck. Olivia felt herself being pulled down on top of her mystery woman. Both were lying down on the back seat of the taxi. Olivia found herself wrapped in the taller woman's legs. She pushed herself deeper into her mystery woman's well toned body. She gently pushed open her black leather jacket. She moaned with pleasure as she gazed at her nipples straining against the cotton of the woman's white cotton shirt. Tentatively she reached down and gently captured on of the woman's breast in the palm of one of her hands. She began to tease her as she stroked the already erect nipple with her palm. Her lips once again descended upon the supple tanned skin of the dark haired beauties neck. Her actions were greeted enthusiastically with a deep moan.
Olivia's kisses began to descend lower she could feel the woman's pulse beating wildly. Encourage by the obvious effect she was having her lips moved from the graceful neck and bent lower. The enticing sight of her breast straining against it's confines drew her down. Her lips were about to capture their prize . . . "We are here ladies!" A stern masculine voice summounded them from the front of the taxi. Olivia struggled to lift herself up into a sitting position. Olivia found herself fighting back the urge to laugh as she watched her tall companion fighting against her confines. Realizing it must have been uncomfortable for the tall woman to try and lay down in such a small space. The dark stranger bang her head into the door as she tried to raise herself into a sitting position. The stranger groaned as she finally regained her balance. Without hesitation Olivia raised her hand to the woman's head in concern.
The woman took Olivia's out stretched hand and kissed it gently. "They really need to make these things bigger." She teased in a deep sultry voice. The woman shoved some money into the slot for the driver. "Enjoy the show?" She teased the driver as she exited the taxi. She stood holding the door reaching down to take Olivia's hand. They walked through the lobby hand in hand without speaking a word. They did not look at each other as they waited for the elevator to arrive. As they stepped into the elevator a sudden attack of panic ripped threw her. "What am I doing?" She glanced over at her companion seeing the tall woman lost in thought. Olivia reached over and pushed the button for her floor. She could see that the woman was having second thoughts as she reached over to press another floor.
Without thinking Olivia's hand reached out and stopped her. The decision had been made and it was Olivia who made it. They turned to face one another. As their eyes met the fear suddenly vanished only to be replaced by pure desire. The taller woman smiled as she leaned her body into Olivia's. Her lips met Olivia's and gently brushed them. Before Olivia could responded the mystery woman's lips once again captured her own. Ping! The elevator sounded alerting them that they had arrived. Olivia felt her body shaking as she exited the elevator. She did not need to turn around to know that her mystery woman was following her. She could feel the heat the stranger was emanating from behind her. As she approached the door to her room a blush crept across her body. Her hands were shaking uncontrolably as she retrieved the card key from her pocket. Her mystery woman leaned against the wall looking down at her.
Olivia fumbled desperately trying to force the card into it's slot. Her hands trembled uncontrolably she felt stronge fingers gently brush an errant lock of hair from her brow. She looked into those steely blue eyes and felt nothing but pure desire. The look written on her mysterous companion seem to be asking her if she was certain about this? Confidently Olivia slid the card into the slot releasing the lock on the door. Her decision had been made. She knew then that no matter what transpired after this point it had been her choice. She opened the door and stepped inside flipping on the light switch. She leaned against the door and waited for the mystery woman to enter. Something inside her ignited as she watched the tall woman enter her hotel room. Somehow she knew at that moment that her life was about to change forever.
The tall dark and sexy woman strolled past Olivia as she entered the room. She turned and faced Olivia with a seductive smile. The intent of her gaze could not be mistaken. Olivia swallowed hard as she closed the door with a slam. Closing the distance between them without hesitation her hands quickly reached up and removed the woman's black leather jacket, practically ripping it from the strangers body. She tossed the garment onto the floor and began to trail her fingers along the well toned arms of her mystery woman.
Her pulse quicken as stronge hands ran down her back to her sides. The hands rested upon her hips and drew her closer to the tantilizing body before her. Their lips united once again. The gentleness vanished as they parted and their tongues began to dance together. Olivia was beyond thinking her body reacted solely on instinct. Her hands grabbed at her companions shirt pulling it out of the woman's jeans. Raising it up she stepped away slightly to complete her movement as she slipped the garment off of her desire's body. Once freed from her shirt the woman shook out her long raven tresses. Olivia could feel her heart skip a beat as she pulled to woman back to her.
Running her hands along the newly exposed flesh she worked her way up and feeling the lace bra that covered her beautiful breasts. Olivia gently allowed her fingers to explore the lacey garment. She fought off the urge to simply tear the garment from the tall beauties body. She lowered her head slightly and to kiss the exposed flesh of the woman's cleavage. Tasting the skin as her mouth worked it's way over to her nipple. She captured her prize with her teeth. The woman gasped as Olivia teased her nipple through the lace.
Olivia felt one hand cupping the back of her head pressing her deeper into the woman's breast. While another hand was busy undoing her jeans. Urged on by the feel of the black denim being tugged off of her hips, Olivia reached behind the woman and unfastened her bra. Olivia's mouth released her prize as the woman moaned. She felt warm hands sliding under the back of her panties. Olivia felt that she explode right then. She began to lower the straps of the woman's bra revealing her beautiful body. "Oh yeah." Olivia gasped at the sight before her. "You like?" the dark beauty purred. Olivia simply grinned wickly as she lick her lips. Olivia bent her head slightly and began feasting on one of the woman's breast while her fingers busied themselves with the other.
The woman's groans filled her ears as she felt her hips grinding wildly against her. "Wait." Her mystery woman begged. Olivia looked up in confusion. "I've shown you mine now it is your turn." The dark haired beauty teased as she tugged on Olivia's t-shirt. Sensing the challenge Olivia grinned wickedly and pointed towards the bed. The mystery woman raised a single eyebrow and strolled over to the bed accepting the offer. Olivia watched in delight as the dark woman sat casually on the bed and finished removing her bra. Then without hesitation she removed her boots and socks. When she reached to unfasten her jeans, "I will do that." Olivia instructed firmly. The woman just smiled and reclined on the bed propping her head up with the pillows. Her eyes bore into Olivia as she quickly removed her shirt and bra. Then quickly she freed herself of the rest of her clothing.
Her heart was beating uncontrolably as she crossed over to the bed. She climbed up and staddled the woman clad in only in a pair of blue jeans. Pressing her naked body against the woman she stole a quick kiss. Raising herself back up she allowed her hands to begin an exploration of the half dressed beauty lying beneath her. She could feel this magnificent body responding to her touch. The withering beneath her only further fueled her desires. Olivia unbuttoned the jeans and slowly began to lower the zipper. She began to lower them slowly down her hips and then down the seemingly endless pair of legs. Olivia tossed them unto the floor to join the rest of their discarded clothing. Kissing her way back up the length of this woman Olivia tasted every inch of exposed flesh. Stopping at the last barrier her fingers began to play with elastic band of the woman's panties. She closed her eyes as she inhaled the scent of this woman.
"Wait!" Olivia's eyes flew open. "I'm sorry . . ." The woman stammered.
"Do you want to stop?" Olivia questioned with concern.
"No." The woman laughed. "It is just . . . well . . . do you have a . . ." the woman blushed deeply.
"A dam." Olivia answered suddenly realizing that she had not stopped herself to think about the need for safe sex. "I don't . . . we can still . . . but we just won't . . ."
"I'm healthy." The woman added. "I just had a complete work up for a new position I'm taking. So you can . . ."
"So am I." Olivia smiled with relief. "My doctor likes to be thorough and I haven't been with anyone since my last exam. I'm so clean that can eat off of me." Olivia added seductively.
"Should I call room service." Came the husky reply. They stared into each other's eyes captivated by one another. "I hope you are telling the truth. I want to taste you." The woman growled.
"I am." Olivia reassured her as she began to lower the dark woman's panties with her teeth.
Olivia proceeded to nibble, kiss and lick her way back up those endless pair of legs. Finding herself nestled comfortably between the woman's thighs Olivia teased the inside of her thighs. Feeling the wet passion pressing against her cheek she blew a gentle breath across the dark triangle that was calling her. Her head was spinning as she inhaled the scent of this woman once again. With a long stroke she tasted her for the first time. Her passion was overwhelming as Olivia took her into her mouth tasting and teasing every sweet drop. Flicking her tongue across the woman's aching nub she felt her shudder. Olivia began to tease her with her tongue slowly. Encouraged by hips grinding beneath her and gentle moans Olivia began to suckle her. Their passion now flowed freely as she took the dark beauty deeper. "Not yet!" Olivia told herself as she felt the stronge thighs that surrounded begin to quiver. As she slowed her movements she could hear a frustrated groan. "I need to make this last. I may never see her again.".
Green eyes looked up and were instantly captured by the intense blue gaze. "We have all night." The stranger encouraged softly as if sensing Olivia's hesitation. With a knowing smile Olivia's tongue recaptured her prize. Tasting all that this woman had to offer. Sucking her very essence. Feeling that the woman was close to the edge Olivia began to tease her harder. The woman opened herself as Olivia slid two fingers into her wetness. "Yes. . . ." the dark woman encouraged Olivia. Feeling the woman's need Olivia tasted and stroked her with wild abandoment. She pushed the woman closer and closer to the edge. Knowing how close her lover was only increased her own arousal. Using her free arm she held her lover's hips as they arched against her. Unindentifiable utterances escaped her lover's lips. "Oh god. . . . yeees!" as her lover exploded into Olivia. Leaving her fingers inside of her lover as the last waves of passion swept through her lover's body Olivia licked the passion from the inside of her lover's thighs. The taste and the scent of this woman stirred Olivia's arousal further. She wanted her again. She wanted her now. Her fingers began a slow steady rhythm as her thumb teased her lovers clit.
"Oh no you don't." Her lover panted. Olivia just smiled up at her. "Not yet." Her lover pleaded.
"No?" Olivia teased.
"Not until I have chance to taste and touch your beautiful body." Her lover purred.
Olivia slowly removed her fingers bringing them to her mouth she tasted her lover's passion. "Come here." Her lover requested in a deep rich tone. Olivia was unable to refuse. Rising up she kissed her way up her lover's body. Olivia sighed as her lover pulled into her arms. "Tell me . . ." Olivia moaned as her lover's lips began to feast upon her neck. ". . . tell me what would you like to touch and taste?"
"Every inch of you." Came the sulty reply.
Her lover looked up and gazed deeply into Olivia's eyes. "You are so beautiful." Her lover whispered honestly. Olivia blushed at the unexpected compliment. Stronge hands caressed Olivia's body. "You look surprised?" Her lover questioned in disbelief. "Let me show just how beautiful you are." She captured Olivia's lips in a passionate kiss and proceeded to show her. True to her word she touched and tasted every inch of Olivia's body. Olivia returned the favor. They explored one another completly reaching new heights of ectasy. So caught up with each other they never noticed the sunrise.
Olivia was once again straddling her lover as long fingers stoked her passion. It was the unexpected ringing of the telephone that finally alerted the lovers that a new day had begun. Unable to stop their love making Olivia continued to ride her lover's hand as she ripped the offensive telephone from it's cradle. "What!" She barked into the reciever.
"Good Morning Ms. Davenport. This is Shelia with your wake up call."
Olivia did not respond she simply slammed the telephone back down. "Wrong number." Olivia moaned as her lover continued to bring her closer to the edge. Just as she was about to release her passion the annoying ringing began again. "Damn!" She growled as ripped the telephone from it's cradle once again. "I'M UP ALREADY!" She growled as the brunette chuckled beneath her. Her lover continued with her minstations.
"Well I can hear that sweetheart." The all too familar voice said harshly. Olivia knew that voice far too well it was the voice she had not thought about once since meeting her mystery woman. Quickly she yanked herself away from her lover turning coldly away from her. "I'm sorry . . . Honey."
Olivia could feel the body behind stiffen coldly. Somehow she managed to regain her composure as she talked to Ruth. It was simple if she just refused to look at the beautiful woman was now gathering her clothing quickly. "This was so not good. I'm talking to my lover while a naked woman is rushing to leave my hotel room. Things like this do not happen in my life."
"Olivia I am calling to find out when you are coming back to Boston?" Ruth prattled on.
The guilt ripped threw Olivia's heart. She wanted to know when I was coming home and here I am lying naked in bed while another woman is frantically getting dressed. "I will be flying home in the morning." Olivia said softly hoping her betrayal was well hidden. "Maybe you could meet me at Logan and we could spend the day together?" Olivia asked knowning that they would have a great deal to discuss when she returned.
"Well I have a busy day tomorrow . . ." Ruth stammered. "I will see you when I get home."
"No problem I will take the "T" home." Olivia added deparately trying to sound cheerful.
"Fine I will see you tomorrow." Ruth responded pleasantly. "Have a nice flight."
Ruth hung up quickly before Olivia could say anything more. "Have a nice flight?" Olivia thought to herself. "Did she suspect something? When she asked when I was coming home I thought maybe she missed me. No she did not ask when I was coming home. . . she wanted to know when I was returning to Boston." Olivia ponder this realizing that Ruth's attitude was not out of character. She was often indifferent towards Olivia. Funny how she did not ask how my trip went or about my new boss? In fact she had not mentioned the promotion since Olivia told her. Olivia was snapped out of her thoughts when she caught a pair of startled blue eyes looking back at her.
"I . . . uhm . . ." Olivia stammered as she tried to speak to the now fully clothed woman. "This was just great! So what does one say to a perfect stranger you spent the night with commiting every sexual act imaginable? I have no point of reference for this? Sydney would know what to say. Is that what I should do tear a page from the Sydney Chase manual on causal sex???"
"You are from Boston?" Her mystery lover questioned in a fearful tone.
"Yes." Olivia responded in confusion as she realized that this was the only piece of personal information that the pair had exchanged. "Look I just wanted to . . ."
She was stopped as the stranger held up her hand in protest. "No worries. It was just . . . one of those things right?" The stranger said quietly before she turned and walked out the door, closing it quietly behind her.
"Right." Olivia repeated. "Just one of those things."
Olivia layed in bed for over an hour surround by the aroma of last evening passions, as she reflected on the strange events of the previous evening. She had cheated on her girlfriend. Granted things were not good between them. At least Olivia thought this. Ruth enjoyed talking about their problems. She almost seemed to look forward to their therapy sessions. Olivia hated them. They were no closer to solving the problem that was driving Olivia over the edge. She understood that a certain level passion declines but they had not made love in almost two years. Olivia had been more than concerned about this turn events. Partically when it started not long after they moved in together. Ruth on the other hand seemed to be unphased. Olivia was certainly not a nyphomanic but after the first year of getting to know herself she began question their relationship. She was releaved when Ruth suggested therapy. But her relief was short lived. After just a few sessions she learned two things. First there was no physical or psycological reason for Ruth's lack of interest. The second thing she learned was that no matter how hard she tried their therapist Dr. Meager would always defend Ruth. They had spent entire sessions where Olivia had not been allowed to complete a single sentence. When she complained Ruth's answer was that should start seeing the good doctor more than once a week. Olivia declined. Ruth on the other hand began private sessions three times a week.
Olivia felt a pang in heart. Her relationship with Ruth was ending. They had not become distant strangers. The truth was that they was that they always were. Olivia now realized that she had not slept with the tall dark stranger for the need of a physical release but the overwhelming desire for intimacy. This stranger had made her feel more in one night than Ruth had during their entire relationship. It was time to solve this problem once and for all. The realization did nothing to releave her sense of guilt. Olivia thought about how much this was going to hurt Ruth. Although she had a sneaking suspicion that Dr. Gretchen Meager would be thrilled. Olivia realized for the first time that there was no love lost between herself and the overly smug redhead. "Don't start blaming your therapist for this. You are the one to blame for this mess. First you rushed the relationship then you slept with a complete stranger. Time to get your ass out of bed and face the music!"
Reluctantly Olivia fought the urge to simply pull the bed covers back over her head and hide out for the rest of her life. She dragged herself into the bathroom washing the scent of passion from her body. She scrubbed her body until it turned red as she tried to erase any evidence of her betrayal. She dressed carefully trying to convey a professional appearence. Today she was meeting James, her new boss. She had to gain some degree of focus. She rechecked herself in the bathroom mirror deciding that this was a good as she could manage under the circumstances. She needed to make one phone call before heading up to the restuarant.
Olivia listened as the telephone rang before being picked up by the answering machine. Olivia braced herself for whatever new form of entertainment the former actress now bartender decided to torture her callers with. Sydney's messages were never simple . . . they were more like a one woman show that varied from the seductive to comical. Olivia sat through Sydney's lastest tirade listening only for the beep. Finally the line beeped. "Chase if you are there pick up . . . it's Olivia and I need favor." Olivia prayed that if her friend was home she would wake up. Sydney worked in a night club and often slept during the day. Her prayers were answered as she heard the gravely voice on the other end. "Hey Kid what's up?".
"Sorry to wake you Chase." Olivia apologized as she looked at her watch realizing that even though it was after 11:30 in the morning, Sydney had probably only gone to bed a few hours ago.
"No I'm awake." Sydney lied.
"Right." Olivia laughed. "Look I am in New York but I'm flying home tonight, I might need a place to crash."
"What is wrong?" Sydney asked quickly suddenly wide awake.
"I can't talk about it now." Olivia answered honestly. "We can talk when I see you."
"I have to work tonight." Sydney replied. "Just come on in and I can drive you home after my shift."
"Thank you." Olivia sighed in relief grateful that her friend had pushed her for more answers. "I'm not sure if I will be there or not. It depends on how it goes when I get home. It should only be for a night or so." Olivia explained knowing how much her friend relished her privacy.
"Don't worry about it." Sydney chastised her. "I know my place is small but I have the futon and you know that I'm never here. You stay as long as you need to."
"Thanks Sydney." Olivia sighed with relief. "I hate to dump all of this on you and run but I have a meeting to get to."
"Go." Sydney reassured her. "Go and be an important at . . . whatever it is that you do. Beep me if you are not coming to the club. Bye."
"Bye Sydney." Olivia smiled as she hung up the telephone feeling a sense of relief. "Well you may be a cheater but at least you are not a homeless cheater. Now get moving and get some coffee before you drop."
Olivia raced down to the coffee shop in the lobby and ordered her much needed cup of caffine to go. Having paid for her coffee she turned quickly bumping into another patron. "I'm sorry!" She blurted out quickly as she found herself staring into a pair of familar blue eyes. "No problem." Her mystery woman responded as her tan complexion suddenly paled.
The woman bit her lower lip as she turned to recieve her cup of coffee and pay the cashier. Olivia's reaction was to take a sudden interest in her shoes. She felt her heart racing as a blush encased her entire body. "Well I uhm . . ." the woman muttered holding up her cup of coffee.
"Yeah . . . uhm . . . I . . . I'm running late." Olivia stammered as she finally looked up at her mystery woman. They just stood there staring at each other at a loss as to what to say next. Olivia found herself noticing that the woman was now dressed in a black taylored suit with a cream colored silk blouse. "My God she looks even hotter than she did last night!" Olivia was snapped out of her lustful observation as she suddenly realized that this vision of beauty was talking to her. "I'm sorry . . . what?"
"I was just saying that I'm running late myself so . . ." The woman explained.
"Right." Olivia replied as neither of them moved. The woman suddenly flashed a captivating smile down at Olivia. "You know I was just thinking . . ."
"Yes?" The woman asked carefully.
"Well I was just thinking it is to bad Hallmark doesn't make a card for situations like this." Olivia teased cautiously hoping to lighten the uneasy position they now found themselves in.
"What do you mean? Something, like thanks for last night." The woman smiled laughing lightly.
"Something like that." Olivia returned with a smile.
"Well . . ." The woman began as she ran a hand threw her long raven hair. ". . . at least things couldn't possibly get any more awkward."
"There you two are." At that moment they both turned to find Tim rapidly approaching them. Olivia's mind raced he couldn't be approaching both of them? "I was begining to think you both had stood me up. So when did the two of you meet?" He asked as they both stared blankly at him. Rapidly the guilty duo tried explain things.
"We didn't . . ."
". . . no didn't meet . . ."
" . . . just . . ."
". . . bumped into . . ."
". . . well not bumped . . more of a . . . uhm . ."
" . . . right . . ."
" . . . coffee." Olivia finally concluded in a lame manner as she held up her cup.
"Okay." Tim responded slowly in a confused tone. "Well then allow me to make the introductions. Olivia Davenport please meet . . ."
"Don't say it!" Olivia's inner voice screamed.
"Karla James. . . your new boss." Tim concluded as he watched the two faces before him suddenly drowning in desperation.
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