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“You’re kidding? Right?” my ex-husband Alan asked incredulously.

“Now, why would I kid about that?” I returned the question with annoyance.

Alan was temporarily speechless and I could hear him fumbling for the right words.

“I’m telling you because when you pick up Alana, Valerie might be there and I want you to be cordial,” I stated firmly.

Explaining my current situation to my ex husband was proving to be difficult.

“Kate, I…ah…don’t know what to say, except…congratulations,” he stated with sincerity.

“Thank you, that means a lot to me Alan,” I articulated with gratitude and ended the call.

With some trepidation, I reread the email that I had composed for Valerie. We hadn’t seen each other for a few days and I wanted to express how I truly felt about her.

My Beautiful Valerie, I am counting the hours until I can see you again. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to hold you in my arms; kiss you and feel your body next to mine.

For the first time in my life, I’m deeply in love with someone and that someone is you. You’re my best friend and my lover. Without you, I would be lost.

With love everlasting, Kate

I hit the send icon and sat back with a smile as an image of Valerie drifted through my mind.

To my amazement, I fell in love with a woman; a beautiful, sexy and fiery woman. As inexplicable as it seemed, my soul reassured me it was authentic. My mother, pillar of pretentious manners and icy emotional detachment, was aghast when I told her.

“Katherine, you were not brought up that way,” my mother voiced ignorantly.

In spite of the fact that I asked her countless times, she refused to call me Kate.

“I see mother, so its nature not nurture; it’s part of my genetics,” I argued mockingly.

“I really don’t care for your tone of voice and rudeness,” My mother stated with anger and a hurt look.

“Do you think I get it from dad’s side of the family or yours?” I asked with a bitter tongue.

My mother harrumphed angrily and left the room in a huff. When I told her about Valerie, I wasn’t seeking her approval or advice. I just wanted her to know.

I couldn’t help but recall how immensely irritated I got with my parents exaggerated airs. Miraculously, my sister, brother and I seemed to be well adjusted in spite of the sterile atmosphere of our childhood home.

I was the youngest and only blonde haired child in a family of dark brunettes. One evening at the dinner table, my brother made an off color comment concerning my parentage and was grounded for a month.

The Wonder Years:

“Deidre, take your sister upstairs and show her how to properly care for herself,” my mother commanded like some rich dowager in a Victorian novel when my sister walked through the front door.

I was a month shy of my thirteenth birthday when my first period made its appearance. My panties and pajama bottoms were stained with blood. Normally, I would have gone directly to my sister and circumvented my mother but I couldn’t find Deidre anywhere in the house.

“There, there, don’t cry,” my sister said trying to comfort me and put a sympathetic arm around my shoulders.

I was sniffling and fighting back tears because my mother’s words were like a harsh reprimand. I considered my sister Deidre to be a godsend because she gave me the love and compassion that our parents seemed incapable of.

With patience and gentleness, Deidre showed me what to do. Later that day, I saw her sitting in the side yard reading a book. I snuck up from behind and put my arms around her in an embrace.

“Thank you Dee,” I said with gratitude and kissed the back of her head.

My formative years through high school were spent under Deidre’s protective wing. She was the only person in our house that cared for me and paid attention to me.

My mother and father were advocates of the Victorian proverb, “Children should be seen and not heard” only they went one step further, “Children should not be seen or heard.”

Although my parent’s pretended they were affluent when I was growing up, we were middle class at best. We had no servants waiting on us, no fancy cars in the driveway, no cotillions or coming out parties, no lavish vacations to faraway destinations.

Dinner was held in the dining room every night except Sunday and attendance was mandatory. It was the only time during the day that we shared any physical space with our parent’s.

My father was silent most of time unless my mother engaged him in conversation which was rare. She made comments and commands that she didn’t expect an answer for. There was no exchange of ideas or thought.

My mother sat with a regal bearing and imperious attitude at one end of the table while my father occupied the other. Her frosty exterior exuded a coldness that penetrated every square inch of the room.

We were expected to sit up straight with a linen napkin on our lap. Any joking or humorous interplay between my siblings and I was discouraged.

This may seem like a minor thing but instead of granulated sugar in the sugar bowl, it was filled with cubes and a pair of silver plated tongs on the side. Tea or coffee was served only in the good china and sometimes, I felt as though we time warped back to Edwardian England. My friends thought we were goofy. I attended public schools albeit in a district considered one of the top ten in Pennsylvania. My mother claimed I was getting a private school education without the expense. I was considered very bright and got excellent grades.

Each child was required to learn to play a musical instrument. Of course, we weren’t allowed to choose and I was given the oboe. Whenever I hear or see the word, it conjures unpleasant memories of my teacher, Mr. Jankowski and his hideously bad breath. I had absolutely zero talent and it drove him crazy.

Except for my required appearance at dinner, I was at my friends’ houses the rest of the time. Although I was very studious, I loved the numerous sleepovers and parties that kept me away from home. I was a casual drinker but avoided drugs at all cost.

Like most teenage girls, I was fascinated with the opposite sex. I had a Cate Blanchett type of body; slender and small breasted. My long dark blond hair had a natural wave that was easy to shape into different styles and I garnered a fair amount of interest from boys. Lack of dates was never a problem for me.

Although all my sexual experiences in high school revolved around boys, nothing transpired below my waist. There was the usual kissing and groping in parked cars or dark corners at a party.

By senior year, I was very adept at giving my boyfriend hand jobs. My skill level was such that sometimes he couldn’t hold out for more than two or three minutes especially if I used some lotion as a lubricant. When I think back, I was rather proud of my talent at the time.

After graduation, I attended a very well known Pennsylvania public university of considerable size. My bookish nature prevented any outlandish partying but I did my fair share. While I had misgivings about joining a sorority, I pledged and was delighted I now had sixty new sisters.

Suddenly, I discovered that my social life was much busier. Meeting guys was simplified with all the parties and socials that the sorority sponsored. I must have been approachable because I got asked out at least once a week or more by a myriad of different men.

Although I dated regularly, I never met “the one”, the one person that would sweep me off my feet. There were a couple of boyfriends that I liked a lot but love was not part of the equation.

The old adage that, “time passes quickly” is no joke. In the blink of an eye eight years had passed since college graduation and I was a divorced single mom awakened in the middle of the night by my daughter’s croupy, labored breathing.

In the emergency room of the hospital, I was informed that Alana would be admitted for testing and observation. Alone and close to hysterics, I kept my composure and found the strength to put on a brave front for my daughter.

Unbeknownst to me, my daughter’s asthma attack would open the door to a life changing event for both of us.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter:

Admittedly, it was a strange way to meet someone, in the respiratory wing of the hospital. Both our daughters had been admitted for lung related problems and they were sharing a room.

Valerie sat on the window side near the drawn curtain divider between the two beds. To my surprise, I was curious about her and looked in her direction but tried to be as unobtrusive as possible. She was medium height like me but had a sexy way about her. My interest was interrupted when the nurse appeared and took both our girls to therapy.

“God, I hate this waiting around crap,” was the first thing she said to me when we were alone.

I nodded my head in agreement.

“I’m headed to the cafeteria for a coffee. Want to tag along?” she asked very kindly.

“Sure, I could use one,” I answered in agreement.

“Hey, I’m Valerie, she stated with a very firm handshake.

“Kate,” I informed her.

In the cafeteria line, I got a good look at Valerie with her straight blonde hair, blue eyes and slim figure.

“Jesus, she’s not only pretty but a hot body too,” I thought to myself.

I was captivated by Valerie but clueless as to why. She had a crisp unaffected way of speaking and her smile, an infectious smile that warmed my heart.

“Do you think these doctors know what their doing?” she asked with sincerity.

“I try to think they do but sometimes…” I answered warily.

Valerie glanced at her wristwatch.

“Damn, I hope they bring Cassidy back before I leave for work,” she said anxiously.

“Cassidy; I’ve always liked that name for a girl,” I stated wistfully.

Valerie gazed at me with an intrigued look on her face.

“If it’s ok with you, I’d like to bring some candy for your daughter tomorrow?” I asked politely.

“That’s really nice, sure. Cassidy loves chocolate,” she said.

Valerie looked at her watch again.

“Shit, I’ve got to go. Please tell Cassidy that I love her for me,” she implored.

“You bet, consider it done,” I said with conviction.

“Thanks Kate, I’m glad we met,” she stated warmly.

When visiting hours ended at eight, I bade both girls good night but on the lonely drive to my home, I kept thing about Valerie and her “girl next door” pretty looks.

Like me, Valerie appeared to be a single mom. She wore no wedding ring and no mention of a father or husband.

For the remainder of our daughters hospital stay, I became more and more infatuated with Valerie. Her blue jeans looked molded to her body and despite the fact she was average height, she looked tall and lanky.

On one occasion, Valerie wore a sleeveless top and I marveled at the definition in her arms. From her wrist to her shoulder, hard muscle clearly showed through her almost translucent skin. She caught me looking several times and just smiled.

Valerie was very friendly towards me but there was toughness about her, a kind of “don’t fuck with me” attitude. It carried over to the way she walked with a self assured strut.

“Can’t touch this!” It communicated subliminally.

When Valerie spoke to me, she looked directly into my eyes and it had a way of commanding my attention. Her speech was clear, concise with a little smoky character and belied some type of formal education; in other words, she was no dumb blonde, far from it.

Sometimes, it was hard for me to concentrate on her voice because I would be admiring her pretty facial features; deep blue eyes, creamy pale skin, short golden blonde hair that exquisitely framed her face and very sensuous mouth.

For the last eight years, I’d worked in a high profile area of a major east coast bank and met significant amounts of people. But, quite honestly, no one captured my imagination like Valerie.

Alan, my ex, visited in the evenings and stayed until we were practically thrown out. In spite of the divorce, he and Alana had a very close father/daughter relationship. But, it was difficult for me to see him especially since our final divorce papers were imminent.

While Alan and Alana spent time together, I would sit with Cassidy and keep her company. She was an utterly charming little girl with the sweetest nature. When we chatted, she spoke mostly about her mother and it was readily apparent that she adored Valerie.

The day before Cassidy was scheduled for discharge, I received the official documents ending my marriage. It saddened me to think that it was over but I knew with complete certainty that it was the right move.

As I drove to the hospital the following morning, I was feeling depressed about the divorce and the fact it might very well be my last hours with Valerie.

When the nurse took the girls for their final therapy session, Valerie and I went to a small coffee shop across from the hospital.

“Feeling blue?” she asked my sad eyed face.

“My divorce was finalized yesterday and I’m still in a bit of a shock,” I said with weariness and tears filled my eyes.

“My condolences,” she stated very kindly.

“I don’t know why I’m reacting this way because my marriage was a mistake from the beginning,” I confessed readily.

“Then, why did you get married?” she asked curiously and it was the type of question I would have asked.

“It’s a long story but, I feel comfortable telling you because…I…you’ve been very kind to me the past few days,” I spoke with veracity.

Valerie smiled at me in such a winning way that it made my heart beat faster.

“I met Alan, my ex husband, in my senior year of college. He was kinda cute and we dated a few times but I had no romantic feelings for him at all.

One afternoon in my dorm room, Alan told me he was in love with me. I said I was flattered but I had a boyfriend back home. For weeks, he pestered me with questions trying to get me to reveal who that person was. Why it was important to him, I’ll never know.

One night we went bar hopping and by midnight, I was very drunk and sprawled out on his bed. Alan’s persistence in wanting to know who my mystery man was had reached my boiling point. I told him my steady was a college football player with a great body and personality,

‘He’s every girls dream guy,’ I waxed poetically but in a very boozy voice.

Alan turned green with envy. I mean, he was so jealous that his body was shaking.” I said with a fair amount of pride.

“Where you in love with the guy back home?” she asked probingly.

“That’s just it, there wasn’t another guy. I made it up because I didn’t want him to get any ideas that he had more than a snowballs chance in hell with me,” I stated firmly.

Valerie’s eyes lit up with delight.

“Ooh, you little devil!” she exclaimed.

“Alan wanted me to leave but in my condition, I wasn’t going anywhere. I teased him and told him I’d pretend he was my studly football player boyfriend but the alcohol made me horny as heck. One thing led to another and I not only lost my virginity at the advanced age of twenty one but got myself knocked up,” I articulated sadly.

Valerie gazed at me with sympathy.

“Alan was a decent guy and proposed when he found out that I was with child. Rather than face my parent’s, I accepted and we tied the knot at a small civil ceremony. Alana or Alan with an extra ‘A’, was born and we lived happily ever after.

But, our marriage was no fairy tale; he loved me but I didn’t love him. He wanted to have a lot of sex and I didn’t want to have any. I refused to go to counseling, threw myself into my job and taking care of Alana. After five very turbulent years, he moved out.

“I blamed myself for the debacle because Alan would have made a fine husband for someone else. We procrastinated for a year before we went to the arbitrator. Cleanly and efficiently the property settlement and child custody were ironed out.

Alan was a good provider and he’s an excellent father to Alana. He takes his parental responsibility seriously and visited her every night this week. For that, I’m very grateful to him but between us, it just wasn’t meant…” I stated with a depressed air and the tears reappeared preventing me from finishing.

Valerie placed her hand over my wrist and gave a sympathetic squeeze. While I gazed into her face, full of empathy for me, I revealed one of my innermost feelings to her.

“A month ago I celebrated my thirtieth birthday and I realized that I’ve never been in love, you know, romantic love. The kind that you read about that’s supposed to curl your toes, make your heart beat faster, all that,” I said despondently.

Valerie’s hand was still on my wrist and the sensation of warmth was almost seductive. I wanted to say more but it was late.

We hurried back to the hospital and found our daughters back in their room. Cassidy had changed to her street clothes and was waiting patiently.

“Mommy, can I play at Alana’s house sometime; please mommy?” she asked so endearingly that it melted my heart.

“Sure, when she feels better,” Valerie answered and looked at me.

“You bet, maybe next Saturday?” I asked hopefully.

Our seven year old daughters had bonded as friends. Valerie and I exchanged cell numbers and email addresses with the understanding that email was the best way to communicate with her.

In a couple of days, I was dying to see Valerie again. I missed her. My daughter Alana wanted Cassidy to spend the next Saturday with us and I waited until Monday to email the invitation.

As an activity, I suggested going to a farm in Lancaster County where “pick your own strawberries” season had begun. I surprised myself by ended the message, “Fondly, Kate.”

Valerie replied that it sounded like great fun but she had to be back no later than three because of her work schedule.

Saturday morning both Alana and I impatiently waited for their arrival. When a red Toyota Camry pulled into the driveway, Alana yelled,

“Hooray, she’s here,” excitedly.

Silently, I echoed the same sentiment.

Everyone piled into my Lexus SUV and off we went. With baskets in hand, we chose a spot among the rows and knelt to retrieve the luscious fruit. Valerie was in front of me and I inwardly sighed when she bent over. She was wearing tight jeans that showcased a very sexy pair of legs and ass.

“What’s wrong with me? I mentally chastised myself but another question kept surfacing,

“Why am I attracted to her?”

In about an hour we had enough fruit to feed a small army. The girls had a great time giggling and laughing but they were dirty from scrambling among the rows.

While Valerie helped me wash the strawberries, our daughters were sent to the shower. They emerged talking quietly among themselves conspiratorially.

“Mommy, is it ok if Cassidy stays with me while her mommy’s at work?” Alana asked with pleading eyes.

I looked at Valerie, who had a smirk on her face.

“Can I mommy? Please? Cassidy begged in the most adorable fashion.

Valerie rolled her eyes but she was smiling the entire time. Her hour of departure had come and I walked with her to the car.

“Thanks Kate, you’re a real friend,” she said with fondness and put her hand around my back pulling me forward and touched her cheek to mine.

The sensation was off the charts and I felt a little lightheaded. I was tongue tied and kept smiling until she drove away. Involuntarily, my hand touched that side of my face.

“Wow!” I thought to myself.

With pizza the consensus for dinner, the girls activity lessened until they both were yawning. Finally, they were in bed and I could relax with a book I’d been reading.

After a couple of chapters, I nodded off but was awakened by what sounded like muffled crying. When I opened Alana’s bedroom door, Cassidy was sitting up sniffling as Alana snored contentedly next to her.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” I asked with a parents’ concern.

“I miss my mommy,” she said tearfully.

“Oh sweetheart, she’ll be here in few hours,” I said with compassion and picked her up.

Cassidy put her arms around my neck and cried softly on my shoulder. I carried her to my bedroom and sat in an old oak rocker that I used on many a night to soothe Alana. As I cradled her in my arms, I remembered the song that my sister Deidre would softly sing to me when I woke from a bad dream.

“You are my sunshine My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away”

As I gently rocked Cassidy, I trilled the lyrics. It was the only stanza I could remember and I repeated it slowly over and over. Gradually, she calmed down and a peaceful sleep overtook her. I looked down at her nestled in my arms and smiled when I saw how closely she resembled Valerie.

“You’re gonna be real heartbreaker when you grow up; just like your mother,” I thought admiringly.

When I heard the back door open, I realized that I had fallen asleep in the rocker holding Cassidy. Valerie’s head appeared in the doorway and she smiled affectionately.

“Any trouble?” she asked in loud whisper.

“No, she missed you,” I answered and gave the slumbering child to her.

“Thank you,” she said with gratitude.

“You look tired, stay the night,” I invited in a very quiet voice.

Valerie looked at me curiously but nodded her head in acceptance. After she left Cassidy in Alana’s room, she sat wearily in the easy chair. I made us both a cup of herbal tea and without realizing it, was humming the song that I sang to Cassidy.

“That sounds very familiar,” she said curiously.

Quietly, I sang the verse I knew and ended with tears in my eyes.

“Sorry, but it reminds me of my sister Deidre,” I said reaching for a tissue.

Valerie covered my hand with hers in sympathy and the warmth that it imparted seemed to reach every part of my body.

In spite of our different schedules, we had a genuine friendship and were constantly in contact with each other. We exchanged frequent emails and I found it an easier way to communicate.

Every time I saw Valerie, my attraction seemed to grow a little stronger. I thought about her a lot and would wonder what she was doing.

When we were with the children, we had fun and laughter would fill the air. Sometimes, I caught Valerie looking at me and while it surprised me, I was thrilled that she showed an interest in me.

We shared parenting tips. Our daughters were required to carry an inhaler and knowing the problems that might arise with one of them, was a relief if one our kids visited the other.

On the weekends when Alana was at her dad’s, I started hanging out with Valerie on Sunday’s. We went to brunch, the museums, shopped for our kids or her favorite, Atlantic City. She loved to play the slots but only the nickel machines.

“I work too hard for my money to throw it away,” was her motto.

Over time, I recognized that Valerie possessed a real sweetness underneath her mildly tough exterior. She had been deeply hurt sometime during her life; I sensed it without being conscious of what the circumstances were.

Once I got past that defense mechanism, I discerned that she had a good heart, a tender heart, a loving heart.

I saw an individual who spoke her mind and was nobody’s fool. But, Valerie was also a caring, compassionate, kind, thoughtful and gentle person. When I looked at her pretty smiling face, I was grateful that she was my friend.

But, Valerie had a quick temper and I saw flashes of it on occasion. I guess it went hand in hand with her stubbornness and I shied away from anything that might set her off.

There were feelings growing inside me that baffled me. Some of them I had no point of reference for because I had never experienced anything like them. There was one constant that I was certain of; I wanted to be in her company as much as possible.

When the heat of summer arrived, the girls were clambering to go to the beach. The very thought of seeing Valerie in a swim suit or bikini had my loins buzzing like a bumblebee in flight.

My Lexus was packed with all the necessities as we sped toward the Jersey shore on the Atlantic City Expressway. Cassidy was teaching Alana a Beach Boys song and in no time we were all singing “Surfing USA.”

Valerie was wearing a cute T shirt and shorts over her bathing suit.

“Girl’s got great legs,” I murmured admiringly.

However, I noticed that whenever we were with our daughters, Valerie dressed conservatively and when it was just the two of us more provocatively.

The first order of business when we arrived was applying sunscreen to the very pale skin of our daughters. We planted our chairs and umbrella close to the water and watched the kids play and splash in the surf.

Valerie’s one piece fit her like a glove and my imagination ran wild picturing her in a bikini.

In mid afternoon, we went for a walk along the shoreline because the girls wanted to look for shells. Valerie put on a baseball cap to shield her face from the sun and she looked like a model from the swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated.

Valerie was getting a lot of stares but she was either oblivious or just plain ignored them.

“With your body, I’d wear a bikini,” I said as a compliment.

Valerie looked contemplative for a minute.

“I don’t like to draw attention to myself when I’m with Cassidy,” she said moodily.

“But Valerie, you’re very pretty and people are going to look at you,” I stated knowingly.

Valerie stopped walking and stared at me for a moment.

“Are you trying to butter me up?” she asked with a broad grin.

“No, I’m just stating a fact…” I answered weakly.

“I want to know what you think?” she asked demandingly and really put me on the spot.

“I…ah…think…yeah, you’re very pretty…” I mumbled, afraid to look at her.

Valerie put her arm around my waist and gazed at me with a wide, happy grin.

“Thanks, you’re a dear friend,” she said contentedly.

We were walking to the beach chairs when Cassidy ran toward her mother.

“Mommy, I have to go…to the bathroom,” she said with an urgent face.

The poor child was cross legged and holding herself.

“Go in the ocean, sweetie,” Valerie suggested kindly.

“I can’t mommy, I tried too…” Cassidy said tremulously.

“Ok, my precious girl,” Valerie said with compassion and scooped up her daughter.

As Valerie walked to the rest room, cradling her daughter, she smiled and kissed Cassidy’s adorable face happily. I couldn’t hear them but it was obvious that Cassidy was giggling as her mother spoke with an exaggerated expression.

The tenderness and love between Valerie and her daughter had tears flowing down my face. When they returned my eyes were still leaking.

“Hey, are you crying?” Valerie asked perplexed.

“Oh, not really,” I answered lamely.

“You could’ve fooled me,” she stated and handed me a tissue.

My tears needed an explanation and honesty was the best policy.

“When I saw you holding Cassidy and the…bond you have…” I blubbered.

It was as though time stood still as Valerie looked at me with affection.

“You’re the same way with Alana,” she stated with moisture in her blue eyes.

Just then the girls ran under the umbrella giggling and smiling.

“We’re hungry,” they broadcast simultaneously.

At the amusement pier, Cassidy and Alana went on ride after ride as Valerie and I smiled and waved with enthusiasm. While the girls were on the “Wild Mouse” I was feeling introspective.

“Did you ever wake up one day and think, ‘how did I get here?’ and I mean really ponder why,” I asked in a subdued tone.

“Yeah, a few too many times,” she answered with resignation.

“But, when I look at Alana’s and Cassidy’s dear sweet faces, it all makes sense to me,” I said wistfully and waved at the passing girls for the umpteenth time.

“Why Kate, you’re getting all philosophical on me. But, yes, I know exactly what you mean; it gives me a sense of purpose,” she related with melancholy.

We stood silently until the girls exited the ride and broad smiles returned to our faces. A bucket of warm Johnson’s caramel corn and Kohr Bros. ice cream cones rounded out our evening.

Two very tired little girls fell asleep against each other as we sat on a bench facing the ocean. It was time to leave. When I got in the drivers seat, a huge yawn escaped my mouth.

“Kate, let me drive, I’m wide awake,” she offered sincerely.

As I sat in the passenger seat, I gazed with wonder at Valerie, illuminated in the glow from the street lights.

Our relationship turned a sharp corner one weekend when Alana was at her dad’s and Cassidy at her grandfathers’. It was a cool and rainy afternoon and I prepared an early supper of salmon and salad.

“You like to cook,” Valerie said with a smile.

“Yeah, but don’t ask me why because I didn’t learn it at home,” I admitted soberly.

We sat at the kitchen table and ate in uncharacteristic silence. Valerie seemed preoccupied and had a solemn look on her face.

“A penny for your thoughts?” I asked quietly trying to break the ice.

“I was just thinking about a close relative,” she said solemnly.

Valerie rarely talked about her family and I knew very little about her. I kept quiet because I knew if she didn’t want to talk about it; no amount of coaxing on my part would persuade her. She had that stubborn streak but then; so did I.

“Kate; is your mom still alive?” she asked inquisitively.

“Yeah, she lives in Ardmore,” I replied in an even voice.

“Do you see her much?” she asked with a kind of pained look.

“Not really, mostly at holidays,” I answered truthfully.

“Today’s my mom’s birthday,” she stated sadly.

“Oh; will you see her later today?” I inquired.

“Nah, she died when I was sixteen,” she replied sorrowfully.

“Oh Valerie, I’m so sorry,” I said with genuine feeling and touched my hand to hers.

“You know Kate, I can’t help but think how different my life might have been if she had lived,” she spoke softly.

“In what way?” I asked with my curiosity practically killing me.

Valerie sighed very deeply.

“I wasn’t very close to my mom but I loved her. Actually, I’m closer to my father and brother and I want you to meet them someday, she said firmly.

I acknowledged her request with a nod of my head.

“Before my mom died, I was living the typical suburban life. I was a good student in school and my grades were excellent. Because I was considered a talented gymnast, I had a shot at a college scholarship.

I had plans to attend college and get a degree in sports medicine. But, that all ended when a truck ran a red light and plowed into the side of my mother’s car. She died on the way to the hospital from massive internal injuries,” she said with sorrow.

I gazed into her wet eyes and for the first time saw a vulnerability that moved me.

“Turns out the bastard driving the truck was under the influence when he hit her and was three times over the legal limit. The rotten son of a bitch got six years for vehicular manslaughter. Six lousy years; with good behavior he would be paroled in three.

My entire life was turned upside down. I was incapable of handling the grief and I got very angry. In the span of a few weeks, I became one of the most rebellious teenagers on the planet,” she uttered with deep regret.

I took Valerie’s hands in mine and held them.

My dad and brother tried to help me cope with her death. We attended grief counseling sessions and group therapy sessions but I had gone off the deep end. I started hanging out with the wrong crowd and dabbled in drugs, mostly pot and coke.

They couldn’t leave any money lying around because I would take it and buy coke. I was kicked off the gymnastics team for missing too many practice sessions. My grades dropped and so did my chances for attending a decent college but I managed to graduate high school,” she said in a remorseful voice.

The pain and hurt in Valerie’s face made my heart reach out to her.

“I refused to get a job and was a total party animal. I used my room at home as a crash pad and avoided my dad and brother. When I look back, I don’t know how they put up with my nonsense.

I was a complete societal misfit and I was damn lucky I never got arrested for possession. This went on until my twentieth birthday. During a party at my friend Angie’s house, I got so wasted that I was literally like a rag doll.

I had a thing for Angie but she was with her boyfriend Carmen. Anyway, the three of us wind up in her bedroom and the deal was if I wanted to do Angie, I had to do her boyfriend.

I figured what the hell, why not. When I finished with Angie, he screwed me but I was so high from the drugs and booze that I don’t remember feeling anything. It was the first and last time I fucked a guy,” she pronounced with self contempt.

Valerie could see the shock registered on my face but she kept on going.

“It took a few days but when the haze in my head finally cleared, I remembered what happened. My first inclination was to go and kill Carmen and Angie but instead I bought a pregnancy test and I think you know what the result was.

My family is Roman Catholic and in spite of the fact I hadn’t been inside a church in years, I knew in my heart I would never get an abortion.

I was twenty years old, pregnant, no job and practically homeless. I swore off all drugs and alcohol; totally cleaned up my act. I talked to my father, hoping he wouldn’t kick my worthless ass out in the street.

Both my dad and brother were very supportive. I managed to stay out of trouble and when Cassidy was born, I had some very tough decisions to make.

I wanted absolutely nothing to do with the Carmen, Cassidy’s father. But, I needn’t have worried because when she was one year old, the stupid bastard got himself killed for non payment of a sizable drug debt. I know it sounds pretty callous but…

My friend Tasha helped me find work as a dancer and I rented an apartment near my dad’s. Both he and my brother babysat Cassidy when I worked and still do,” she articulated poignantly.

I was visibly moved by her story and tears flowed down my cheeks.

“Kate, I think of you as one of my dearest friends. I’ve trusted you with the welfare of my daughter and on every occasion you’ve treated her like one of your own. She’s my most precious possession and I’m very grateful to you,” she stated expressively.

“Thank you,” I mumbled with in a crying voice.

Abruptly, I thought back to what she said about her friend Angie and I’m sure I had a bewildered look on my face.

“You mentioned having a thing for your friend Angie and doing her. You mean you had sex with her?” I asked like a total numbskull.

“Well yeah, what did you think I meant?” she asked in a slightly raised voice.

I must have had a totally befuddled look on my face.

“Kate, I’m gay. I prefer women,” she stated with some annoyance.

Until that very moment I had absolutely no clue as to Valerie’s sexual orientation.

“But, you…don’t…look like…” I faltered.

“Because, I don’t look butch?” she asked with an elevated tone.

“Ah…yeah…I guess so,” I stuttered nervously.

“Not all lesbians are butch; are you that naïve?” she asked with more anger.

“Please don’t yell at me,” I pleaded with a quivering lower lip.

Valerie’s face softened and she looked at me with curiosity.

“You were really clueless about this, weren’t you?” she expressed with sympathy.

“Yeah, I…had no idea…but it makes no difference to me. You said I was your one of your dearest friends but I think of you…as…my best friend. I don’t want that to change,” I implored in a blubbering voice and the tears tumbled down my cheeks.

Valerie’s gazed at me with understanding.

“If this doesn’t beat all hell, you are something special after all. I was hoping…I guess that makes me naïve too,” she said humbly.

I knew right then and there that I wanted to be more than just friends with Valerie. A powerful urge, a sexual urge was manifesting itself for the first time.

That same night, I tossed and turned in bed as thoughts about her had reached the, “I wonder what she looks like naked,” boiling point in my head.

I got so damned aroused that I fingered myself with fantasies of Valerie’s unclothed body running rampant in my head. That was a first for me but instead of feeling some self loathing, I instinctively knew that the strange feelings and emotions taking precedence in my heart were real.

Then, it all started to gel in my head, the affectionate glances between us, the contentment and joy of her company, the strong feelings that resounded throughout my body. I shuddered with fear as I realized that I was romantically interested.

Valerie’s revelation drew us closer together and although I didn’t realize it at the time, love was blossoming. It was as though an invisible barrier had dropped between us and I longed to see her, to talk to her, hear her speak and gaze into her eyes.

Sometimes, I emailed more than was necessary but seeing her words on the computer lifted my spirits. I was falling in love for the first time. By late spring, my compelling physical desire for Valerie required frequent masturbation.

In the early evening one Saturday night, I was paying some bills and reviewing some personal paper work when I ran across a slip of paper with Valerie’s name, cell phone and work phone on it.

Although, those numbers were already committed to my cell phone memory, seeing them written on paper was arousing my curiosity.

In all that time, Valerie never mentioned where she worked only that it was second shift and she was a dancer. I stared at the phone number written on the note and my curiosity was killing me.

“Leave well enough alone,” my brain scolded with wisdom.

I could have easily called the number and hung up but since I was seated before my computer, I did a cross reference search on line and a place name came up that surprised me.

“Diamond Jim’s Gentlemen’s Club,” I whispered to myself and remembered overhearing some of my male colleagues at the bank talk about it.

“Oh my god, it’s a strip club,” I said out loud.

But, in the back of my mind, I’d had my suspicions when Valerie told me she was a dancer. She rented a very nice condo, wore stylish clothes, paid cash for everything, I could think of dozens more examples.

In our fair city, the only place that you would find women dancing in the evenings was at the establishments that catered to men. I was dying to see Valerie nude or at least semi nude. The most unclothed I could recall was last summer when she wore cute little tops, shorts and a one piece bathing suit that showed off her awesome body.

Something overwhelming, a compulsion, a desperate need to satisfy my curiosity took hold of me. I wanted to see her dance and if my speculation was correct, she’d be scantily clad.

Before I was even aware of my actions, I was driving downtown toward the waterfront in the direction of the Diamond Jim’s. It was a brightly lit place with neon signs amid old warehouses and factories.

The parking lot was full and I waited scrunched down in my seat until I saw someone pull out of a space. I stopped in front of the entrance door plastered with signs that listed the rules for patrons.

“Scuse me but are you in line,” a male voice asked me from behind.

I must have jumped ten feet.

“Er…no,” I said weakly and stepped out of his way.

When he opened the door, I saw a very large and muscular young man behind a small counter taking the cover charge fee of ten dollars.

I was having a furious internal debate with myself about my actions. Valerie and I were best friends and I had no right interfering in her life. But, I saw myself pull the door open and walk in. The noise was almost deafening as rock music filled the air.

“Ten dollars,” the man behind the counter asked but when he looked up, he smiled at me.

“Does Valerie work here?” I asked timidly in a loud voice.

He looked puzzled for a moment.

“Oh, you mean Shannon, that’s her stage name. I think she just started her set, yeah, she just went on stage,” he said looking behind him.

I prayed to God that no one would recognize me. My brain was on auto pilot and I handed the bouncer a ten. He leaned towards me and spoke loudly in my ear.

“Go to the end of the bar at the stage entrance for a seat. It’s away from the crowd and more private,” he shouted with a friendly wink.

“How long does a set last,” I yelled.

“Usually three songs,” he yelled back.

The main room was tightly packed with men along the sides of a long “U” shaped bar. They were paying strict attention to a sexy woman holding onto a brass pole fixed to the stage. The stage occupied the area in the center of the bar with a wide path acting as a buffer between the dancers and patrons.

“Dear God, it’s Valerie, I mumbled to myself with embarrassment.

I tried not to look and stayed in the shadows until I found an empty spot at the far end away from the crowd just as the bouncer advised. A Metallica song reverberated throughout the room and I was hoping that Valerie wouldn’t notice me right away.

Several men threw paper money toward Valerie and like a spectator at an auto accident; I couldn’t help myself and looked. She was clad only in a tiny “G” string and ridiculously high platform shoes. With her hands on the pole, she undulated her body facing the cheering men and sometimes away. I was mesmerized.

“Great butt,” I marveled quietly and realized that all her body parts looked breathtaking.

Several times Valerie reached from the stage to the bar for a bill that a patron was offering. When she had it firmly in her grasp, she folded it and placed it under the side of her “G” string then gave them a dazzling smile.

Valerie’s very pretty “girl next door” looks were enhanced by well applied make up and was one of her best features. However, what intrigued me the most was her exquisite hardbody.

As Valerie moved in a long fluid motion with her hands above her and behind grasping the pole, I marveled at her very flat belly with the outline of a six pack. The dramatic overhead illumination highlighted the taut muscle that lie just underneath her shimmering pale white skin. Her small but round breasts rode high on her chest with long pink nipples and, her legs and ass had a beautifully symmetrical, sculpted look.

Towards the end of her set, Valerie faced the pole and reached up holding it at the very top. Quickly, she brought her legs up to a sitting position then wrapped her ankles where her hands had been and dropped head first toward the stage. Then, she reversed the process. It was a remarkable display of athleticism.

Valerie finished her routine stark naked to the wild cheers from the crowd and walked off the stage holding her “G” string and money. She waved over her shoulder with her free hand in response to the applause and gradually her eyes looked in my direction. The stunned look on her face was worth a thousand words.

“What are you doing here?” she asked in harsh whisper.

“I came to see you,” I answered dejectedly and cast my gaze downward at the sight of her nude body.

“I’m working,” she hissed and pulled me past the curtain toward the dressing room.

“I wanted to see you dance,” I said very sheepishly with my eyes on the floor.

Valerie was madder than a wet hen. I felt like a child in her presence and tears coursed down my cheeks.

“Jesus Kate, don’t cry,” she demanded without any sympathy.

Several girls in flamboyant outfits very similar to Fredericks of Hollywood type stuff were sitting in front of brightly lit mirrors applying make up.

“Yo Val? Who’s your cute friend? I heard someone ask with a thick Philly accent.

“This is Kate,” she replied wearily.

I looked up and away from Valerie at three very attractive women smiling at me; a blonde, a brunette and a redhead.

“Hi,” I said barely above a whisper.

“Why are you crying?” the girl with the Philly accent asked very kindly.

“She’s crying because I yelled at her for coming here to see me,” Valerie said angrily.

“She came here to see you? Ah, that’s so sweet of her,” the redhead stated with a great deal of sentimentality.

Her kind words turned my tear duct faucet on and my eyes erupted anew. Out of the corner of a wet eye, I saw Valerie putting her street clothes on.

“Shit, I wish my girlfriend would come and see me work a few times. I’d give her a free lap dance just to keep her happy,” the brunette declared.

The blonde haired girl with the Philly accent brought me some tissues with a look of compassion on her face.

“Don’t be upset honey, Val can be testy sometimes,” she stated kindly.

“Hey Val, can I give your girlfriend a lap dance. It’ll cheer her up, guaranteed!” the brunette exclaimed with a laugh.

Suddenly, I felt Valerie’s vise like grip on my wrist and firmly she guided me to the rear exit door.

“Goodbye pretty Kate, come back and see us again,” the Philly blonde girl announced nicely.

“Bye Kate, if you get tired of Val; look me up,” the redhead stated.

“Bye,” I croaked tearfully as I went through the door.

With my arms folded in front, I kept my gaze fixed on the ground. I could feel the heat of Valerie’s scowling face on me and I started crying harder.

“I’m sorry Valerie, I really am,” I sobbed.

Valerie took me in her arms and I bawled my head off on her shoulder.

“It’s ok, I’m not mad anymore,” she said gently.

Valerie held me firmly against her body and kissed my wet cheeks a few times trying her best to comfort me. It was the first time I experienced her full embrace and I wanted to stay there forever.

It took me awhile but I got myself under control. When I looked at Valerie’s face, her eyes were moist.

“Feel better?” she asked softly.

Still enveloped in her soothing arms, I nodded my head.

“I’ll see you as soon as I get done work; ok?” she asked sweetly.

“Uh huh,” I answered quietly.

Valerie gave me another tight squeeze and as I slowly walked away, I heard her open the exit door.

“Kate’s a sweetheart, Val…” I heard the redhead say before the door shut.

As I drove home, practically in a state of shock, the image of Valerie’s gorgeous nude body was permanently burned into my memory and her hugs outside the club confirmed my physical desire for her.

It was half past twelve when I heard someone knocking. I opened the door and Valerie was glaring at me

“How did you find out?” she asked accusingly and threw her purse on the sofa.

Valerie’s compassionate attitude outside Diamond Jim’s had reverted back to anger.

“It’s very easy to cross reference phone numbers on line,” I said in a matter of fact way.

“Why Kate? Why did you go there? What did you expect to find?” she stated in a tired but irate voice.

“I expected to find you. You told me you were a dancer and I wanted to see you dance,” I said nervously but sincerely.

“You wanted to see me dance even though you knew it was strip club?” she asked with skepticism.

“Yes…Valerie….I, ah…” and the tears were back for an encore.

“You really wanted to see me dance in my birthday suit?” she asked with warmth.

“Yes…Valerie…I couldn’t take my eyes off of you,” I blubbered.

Valerie’s entire demeanor changed. For the second time that night, she pulled my body against hers in an unyielding embrace and I cried on her shoulder.

“It feels so good when you hold me,” I bawled in her ear.

“I’m sorry Kate, I thought you were going to accuse me or condemn me because of the way I earn my living,” she said apologetically.

I held on to Valerie, not wanting to let go.

“So, you liked my performance?” she asked hopefully.

“Yes, I did…and…” I stammered.

Valerie’s face broke out in smile.

“Did you get turned on watching me?” she asked with intrigue, probably knowing full well that I did.

The sight of Valerie during her routine soaked my panties and I diddled myself as soon as I got home.

“Yeah, it was very erotic,” I said honestly.

Valerie tenderly embraced me.

“I’m flattered, very flattered,” she said in the sweetest voice.

Valerie smiled with a romantic look in her eyes as though it was the highest compliment I could pay her.

“Tell me, do you think I have a nice body?” she asked innocently but I believe she already knew the answer.

“Nice? You have a beautiful body, a great body,” I gushed like a school girl enthusiastically.

Valerie gazed at me affectionately and my heart started racing. Slowly her head was moving toward mine.

“My God, she’s going to kiss me,” my mind screamed with want.

When Valerie’s lips met mine, every part of me thrilled from her touch. After a few modest kisses, she regarded me with a loving look in her eyes and my heart throbbed with emotion.

How could I possibly admit to Valerie and even myself that I was falling for her, hard. I started shaking.

“Valerie, I…ah…” I faltered and looked into her blue eyes.

“You’re falling in love with me, is that what you’re trying to say?” she asked me very soothingly with a look of yearning.

“Yes,” I sighed heavily with acceptance of the truth.

If and when our relationship reached the next level, there was no doubt in my mind that Valerie would be the dominant one. She knew more about people and emotions than I could ever hope to amass.

“For all your knowledge Kate, you can be very naïve about some things, especially matters of the heart,” she stated confidently.

Valerie’s words sounded like a rebuke and tears came to my eyes. When she tried to embrace me, I pushed her away. When she tried again, I pushed even harder and before I knew it we were on the floor in a full blown wrestling match. It didn’t last long.

Valerie’s strong arms flipped me on my back as though I weighed nothing. Quickly, she sat on my stomach and bounced up and down a few times, knocking all the wind out of me. My attempts to break free were ineffective and amused her

“There, that’s better,” she purred like a jungle cat and gazed at me with a predatory look.

For a few minutes, Valerie looked thoughtful. With tenderness, she very gently stroked my hair and caressed my face affectionately.

“I’ve already fallen for you, Kate,” she said very lovingly with enormous affection in her eyes.

My entire body resonated with feelings for her.

Valerie’s deep blue eyes bored into my soul and with amazing nimbleness, she sprang to her feet and extended her hand to me. When I reached up and clasped it to mine, she pulled me upright as though I was weightless. Gently, she enveloped me in her steely arms and kissed me with raw enthusiasm.

“Oh…umm…ooh…umm…” I moaned into her mouth.

“Do you want me?” she asked sweetly with a wide smile.

“Oh God Valerie, please don’t make me beg,” I groaned as my pussy creamed uncontrollably.

“Say it,” she commanded in a very sexy voice.

“Yes, oh yes, I want you!” I cried out.

Valerie carried me to the shower and removed my clothes, swiftly and erotically. I felt embarrassed because my body was nothing like hers and she saw the look in my eyes.

“Why the long face?” she asked nicely.

“I…ah…don’t have a very good body,” I said crestfallen and my eyes filled with tears.

“You have a lovely body, it’s slender and very appealing,” she said with sincerity.

Valerie wiped a few of my tears away and taking my hand led me into the large glass enclosed shower. The sight of her naked body was jarring because it looked like a sculptor’s vision. When she held me close in her tender embrace I sighed with enormous satisfaction.

I wanted to please Valerie, give her pleasure and hear her scream my name. With all the skill and determination I could muster, I gingerly washed Valerie’s body using my hands and some scented soap. The sensation of her skin and hard muscle under my fingers was intensely erotic and I moaned the entire time.

When my hands cupped Valerie’s breasts, I marveled at the firmness but her nipples were a delight and I tweaked them with tenderness. My fingers stroked the crinkled pink ends until they hardened into tight cylinders and I lowered my mouth to one with a hunger that inflamed my soul.

With the warm water cascading over us, I drew a turgid bud between my lips and gently suckled.

Dear God, it was intoxicating!

“What have I been missing all these years,” I exulted silently as my lips tugged at the sensitive flesh of her nipple with a contentment that surprised me.

With continued craving, I sucked harder and whipped my tongue over the end to her passion filled groans.

“Oh…Ooh…oh Kate…oh…umm…” she brayed her approval.

Involuntarily, my hand dropped between Valerie’s legs and I ran a finger up her slick crease. I repeated the process until I felt a swelled nub peak from under its hood and ended every stroke with a quick flick over her clit.

With my mouth firmly attached to a tit and fingers working Valerie’s pussy into a soaked mess, I brought her off in my amateurish way but it was the best I could do at the time.

Valerie wailed and her body visibly stiffened with each contraction. As the sensations subsided, she slumped against me and it took all my strength to hold her up. But, my arms failed and we slid to the floor of the shower in a heap with her on top of me.

“Valerie…I…can’t breathe…” I gasped and she rolled off me.

“Hmm, not bad, pretty good actually, she said very pleased and stood up.

Valerie picked me up off the shower floor and cradled me in her arms. As she carried me to the bedroom, she kissed me with passion. Her amazing strength and agility reminded me of an Amazon Warrior. I was a little shorter in stature yet she handled me effortlessly.

As Valerie tenderly dried my naked body, I stared with curiosity at her pussy with the closely trimmed little triangle of hair above her slit. I’d never thought that girls’ privates could look attractive or appealing but hers did. An overpowering desire to lick her, to taste her came over me and I gazed at her sex hungrily.

“You’re eager for the beaver,” she purred with amusement and pulled me effortlessly on top of her prone body.

Valerie kissed me with intense desire and I humped my sex against her muscular thigh. After an especially long and passionate kiss, I was breathless.

“Whew,” I panted rapidly as new and powerful feelings coursed throughout my body.

Valerie looked like a break dancer when she whirled her legs so that her crotch was in front of my face and mine to hers. I was hungry for my first pussy and was impatiently pulling her legs apart.

The heady aroma from her sex was like a drug and I licked the soggy flesh with inexperience but intense need. I felt my thighs being pried apart and her breath on my slit. I was hairy, unshaven because I had no one in my life that required me to maintain the area.

“Hmm, nice bush,” she growled appreciatively.

Valerie started slowly with light licks and I tried to match her tempo but the faster she went the more I howled and lost my focus on what I was doing.

Cunnilingus was one of my ex husbands favorite activities and I let him perform on me occasionally. I considered him talented until I experienced Valerie’s tongue.

The flood of incredible sensations in my body was astonishing. I was almost delirious from the pleasure and cried out, moaned and panted like a wild woman. Her tongue dug into my slit with ferocity and a finger toyed with my butt hole.

My head was spinning and I was completely lost in a world of pleasure. Unable to perform on Valerie, my head came to rest on her thigh and I moaned, groaned and yelped like bitch in heat.

“Oh God…Oh Valerie…Oh…Oh Valerie…” I kept repeating as huge breaths and pants escaped my lungs.

The sounds of sucking and slurping filled the room as Valerie’s mouth engulfed my entire sex. She attacked my clit with a battery of lightning licks and whips that sent me soaring to another plateau.

As I gasped for air, I humped Valerie’s face with her tongue buried in my pulsating slit, lapping me furiously. Intense feelings and sensations throbbed throughout my entire body and an orgasm of colossal proportions was closing in.

When the waves hit, they surged through my body with incredible power. Lost in sheer ecstasy, I screamed Valerie’s name.

“Oh…Oh…Oh Valerie…Oh Valerie…” I shrieked like a banshee.

Contractions seized my pussy as my body froze and shook. Nothing I previously experienced came remotely close in magnitude.

As the last remaining sensations slowly drained away, my entire body sagged then collapsed on the bed. I was shaking and drenched with sweat when Valerie pulled me tightly against her.

I stared at Valerie’s face wet with my secretions and she was smiling at me with a look of elation and pride.

“Oh Valerie…I…oh…” I moaned incapable of completing my thought.

“Shh…rest for awhile,” she said so soothingly.

Enveloped in her tender embrace, I slowly lost consciousness.

The following morning I woke to the sight of an empty space in the bed next to me. I instantly felt despondent because I wanted to continue what we had started the previous night. I mistakenly thought Valerie had left until I heard sounds coming from the family room.

When I walked in, Valerie was clothed only in a pair of panties and performed one handed pushups on the carpet. I gawked at her in disbelief.

“Forty seven, forty eight, forty nine and fifty,” she counted quietly.

Valerie’s body glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She was changing positions to her other arm when she saw me.

“Hey, sleepy head, you’re awake,” she exclaimed happily.

Valerie sprang to her feet and kissed me sensuously on the lips.

“Gotta do fifty push ups with my left arm, you can watch if you want,” she said sweetly.

I watched with total fascination as she very slowly did fifty pushups and didn’t appear to be out of breath. To me it was remarkable display of strength and when she stood up, the subtle coating of sweat enhanced the look of hard muscle underneath her skin. Her body was lean with an extremely well defined musculature yet exquisitely female in appearance.

“Valerie, how did you get so strong?” I asked practically gushing with admiration.

“I’ve been doing the same gymnastics routine since I was twelve and working at the club helps a lot too,” she stated honestly.

As Valerie performed some very difficult floor exercises, I felt like a total slug despite that fact I was slender with very little fat on my body. I worked out but well below her level of fitness.

I quietly went to the kitchen and made a fresh pot of coffee. With mug in hand, I went back to my bed and hid.

“What in the world can she possibly see in me? My body looks deficient compared to hers,” where the thoughts and questions that kept running through my mind.

Valerie popped her head in the room holding a mug of java.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a quick shower then…hold on cause I’m gonna join ya fer some fun,” she hollered in her cowgirl voice.

With my head still in a quandary, Valerie’s freshly washed body flew into bed but I kept my back to her. When she snuggled against me, I stayed immobile until she raised her upper body and looked down at my face.

“What’s wrong? You look upset,” she asked in a hurt voice.

When I turned to look up at Valerie, my eyes were dripping but hers had a wounded look.

“Kate, please tell me what’s bothering you,” she pleaded so sweetly that my heart ached.

“Well, I…you see…oh, it’s just that…” I wasn’t making much sense.

“Are you upset because you had sex with a woman last night?” she asked in a wary voice.

“Oh no, it was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had with anyone,” I blurted out with passion.

That made Valerie smile very broadly but soon the frown returned.

“So, are you going to tell me?” she asked with more anger in her voice.

“I just don’t understand what you…see in me. You have a great body and mine…well…it’s just average,” I replied very meekly.

“Why are you selling yourself short? First of all, I’m not attracted to my body type. I like slim, pretty girls that are very feminine and baby, that’s you,” she declared earnestly.

“Thanks,” I said smiling coyly at her.

“Are you intimidated by me?” she asked with that hurt tone again.

“Not really, I love your strong body, muscles…and…but I love all of you, the inside and the outside,” I proclaimed with yearning.

“You said that you love me,” she cried tearfully.

“I do love you Valerie,” I declared and threw my arms around her neck pulling her on top of me.

Valerie kissed me with unbridled zeal and her tongue invaded my mouth with persistence. My heart throbbed in my chest with intense feelings for her.

“Umm…umm…ah…,” I moaned.

Valerie, while only an inch taller, outweighed me by at least fifteen pounds of solid muscle and the sensation of her hard body on top of me was overwhelmingly erotic. My hands caressed her silky skin from the top of her rock hard butt up to her neck.

Our deep passionate kisses made by body erupt with craving for Valerie. I kept trying to reach her ass because I wanted to grip it in my hands. She broke a kiss and gazed at me with lust in her eyes. Than scooted her body up so I could grasp her magnificent butt.

That overpowering hunger to feast on Valerie was back and I yearned to finish what I started last night. She was very perceptive and saw the need in my eyes. As she brought her beautiful body up to a kneeling position over my face, I pulled impatiently on her ass but she kept her hot juicy crease above me.

Slowly, Valerie lowered her dripping pussy to my lips. My tongue flew up and down her soaked folds in search of her tangy secretions. With my hands tightly holding her ass, I devoured her pussy with a desire to please her, totally.

My tongue caressed her labia with gentleness but urgency and slowly I spread my entire mouth over her sex.

“Oh…umm…oh god…oh…umm…” she kept moaning.

I lavished her clit with feathery tongue whips. My hunger was relentless and I plowed through her folds again and again with swift but light licks over her now swollen bud. Hot juices dripped into my mouth and I noisily gulped them down my eager throat.

I just couldn’t seem to get enough and sucked with maddening desire as my assault on her inflamed clit continued furiously.

“Oh…oh Kate…oh fuck…goddamn it…” she howled

Valerie mashed her sopping wet pussy on my lips and rode my tongue like a rodeo star. The sight of her hard body was awe inspiring as the muscles in her arms, shoulders and stomach stood out because of her exertions. Suddenly her thighs imprisoned my head and squeezed so tightly that I was lightheaded.

Then I heard her scream my name and I was in heaven.

“Oh! Oh! Oh Kate…oh Kate…” she shrieked as her orgasm flowed in waves.

Valerie fell on her side next to me and her sweaty body was shivering. I threw my arms around her and using all my strength pulled her as close as possible against me. I gently kissed her moist face with intense feelings beating in my heart.

“So, this is what love feels like,” I thought with wonder.

While my entire being rejoiced, I held Valerie’s muscular body. My mouth and chin were sticky from her juices and I didn’t want to let go of her. I had never experienced such wonderful closeness with anyone.

“You never had sex with a woman before me?” she asked inquisitively.

“No, you’re my first” I answered very shyly.

Valerie kissed me with passion.

“Still love me?” she asked hopefully.

“Oh Valerie, I love you so,” I cried with emotion and held on to her.

I gazed at her with loving eyes.

“Have you ever been in love?” I asked curiously.

“I guess I wouldn’t call it love, more like infatuation,” she answered.

“With who?” I asked

“One of my gymnastics teammates but…” she said wistfully.

Valerie was smiling with an enigmatic look on her face.

“Recently, I fell in love with a very pretty girl, a lot like you, slender like you, sexy like you and just adorable, a real keeper,” she said enthusiastically.

Suddenly, I felt very hurt and my eyes welled up.

“Oh, I see,” I said with an injured voice and was on the verge of weeping.

“Kate, it’s you, don’t you know; I’m describing you. I’m in love with you,” she exclaimed with tears.

“You love me?” I asked with desire.

“It’s been you from the first day at the hospital,” she confessed

“Gosh Valerie, I was attracted to you too,” I said bawling.

“I love you Kate,” she blubbered.

I looked at Valerie with something akin to adoration in my eyes and kissed her yearningly. All the love and passion that resided in my soul was because of her, only her.

“Am I really a keeper?” I asked with my heart pounding savagely in my chest.

“Yes, oh yes” she said smiling and crying at the same time.

“Valerie, can I ask you something?” I inquired with a faux petulant look.

“Yes Kate, ask me anything,” she whimpered.

“Can we make love again? Because…well…I think I need lots of practice,” I asked with a sly grin and flung my arms around her neck.

Except for bathroom breaks and some food for sustenance, we never left the bed that glorious day.

Can’t Get Enough of Your Love Babe:

The next morning I heard my alarm go off and I realized that it was Monday, a day of work. I gazed at the sleeping figure next to me and kissed Valerie gently on the forehead. So much had happened in the last thirty six hours and I was in seventh heaven.

I staggered into my kitchen and quickly made a pot of coffee. As I sat down to partake of my first cup, I saw a very sleepy Valerie in the doorway.

“Come back to bed Kate,” she begged drowsily.

“No can do, I go to the gym for an hour then it’s work time,” I said with regret.

“Oh,” she said and put her arms around me from behind.

I rested the back of my head against Valerie and gloried in the wonderful sensation of her embrace. I was literally dying inside because I wanted to spend the day with her but…

“Why won’t you stay with me today?” she whined sadly.

“Because I have to work and pick up Alana from after school care,” I said sadly.

“I understand Kate, we have our kids to think about, our jobs and…” she expressed with gloom.

I stood up and took Valerie in my arms and looked deep into her blue eyes.

“I love you and I want nothing more than to spend the next week in bed with you but…we have responsibilities,” I stated firmly.

I pulled Valerie’s lips to mine and kissed her with stunning ardor.

“Not even time for a quicky?” she pleaded with soulful eyes.

“Oh my love, I want you too,” I cried on her shoulder.

Valerie carried me up to bed and we made love with passion and heat.

At work, I accomplished very little as Valerie dominated my thoughts. I checked my work scheduled and decided I could take Wednesday afternoon off if she was free.

By the time I emailed her, Valerie was already at work. After Alana was in bed, I tried to read a novel that I’d just purchased but when I saw that one of the characters was named Valerie; I threw the book in frustration.

I had fallen asleep in the chair when my cell phone went off. My spirit danced a jig when I saw it was Valerie.

“Miss me,” she asked sweetly.

“Oh God, yes!” I declared.

Just hearing her voice and my heart soared like an eagle in flight. We arranged to meet Wednesday afternoon at her condo. On the day of our rendezvous, the morning hours crept along like an old lady in a walker.

At one, I bade my administrative assistant Laura goodbye and literally ran to the parking garage. Thirty minutes later, I was at Valerie’s, knocking on her door. When she opened it, I stared at her with love throbbing in my heart.

When Valerie shut the door, I leapt into her arms and kissed her with deep passion. Soon, clothing went flying in all directions.

“I missed you so much,” she panted heavily as I pulled her top up and off.

My hands caressed her breasts and thumbed the nipples.

“Do you still love me Kate?” she moaned

“Yes, oh God yes, I love you,” I growled lustily.

Valerie was pulling my blouse off as I hungrily sucked her nipples. Our mood was interrupted by a ripping noise. In her zeal, Valerie had ripped the seam almost up to my armpit. We both looked at the damage with surprise.

“I can always buy another one,” I said very hastily and threw the torn garment on the floor.

“I love you Kate,” she cried with joy.

An afternoon of lust quenched our appetites for the moment but as the weeks of lover’s trysts at her condo or my home progressed, it was evident to me that I wanted more, a lot more.

I wanted Valerie in my life every day, I wanted to wake up with her in the morning and kiss her goodnight with my arms around her. I wanted to share my life with her and hoped she wanted the same.

On a Sunday morning when our daughters were with family, I lay next to Valerie and lovingly stroked the silky skin of her back. I was deeply in love with her and was scared about expressing my feelings. But, I knew I had to.

“Valerie?” I murmured.

“Hmm?” she answered and turned to face me.

Valerie looked down the length of my body with a smile.

“Kate, your body looks more toned, more fit,” she said admiringly.

“Thanks,” I replied and felt my face redden.

“Think you’re stronger than me now?” she asked aggressively but with playfulness and tried to grab my wrists.

“Valerie stop!” I yelled and rolled away from her and jumped out of bed.

I started running down the hall stark naked and giggling but she tackled me near the top of the stairs and enveloped me in her muscular embrace. Swiftly, she turned me on my back and pinned my arms with her hands; then sat on my belly with an adoring look. Body and soul, I was her prisoner and gazed at her with emotion bursting in my heart.

Valerie pulled me to my feet and carried me back to bed. With my arms around her neck, I kissed her face lovingly.

“I love you Valerie, so very much,” I whispered with feeling from the depth of my soul.

Clear little tears crept into Valerie’s eyes and she started to sing in a very soft voice.

“You are my sunshine My only sunshine. You make me happy When skies are gray. You’ll never know, dear, How much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away”

Tears ran in torrents down my face as I held the woman that I loved.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I want to share my life with you,” I sobbed on her shoulder.

Valerie gently held my face with her hands and kissed me with fiery passion.

For rest of the morning, we talked about which one of us should move in with the other. We determined that since I owned my home free and clear, thanks to my divorce settlement, that it was the most logical choice. Then we had the logistics and timing to consider because Cassidy and Alana were in second grade.

Valerie surprised me when she indicated that she wanted to attend college and earn her sports medicine degree.

“I’ve got enough saved for tuition and living expenses,” she said with pride.

I encouraged her to follow her dream with my complete support no matter what.

“The older I get, the less of a future I have in dancing. They want girls primarily from eighteen to twenty five and I’m on the south side of twenty five. I can always dance part time if money becomes an issue,” she said with assurance.

Before we made any final plans, we spoke to our daughter’s one on one. When I broached the subject with Alana, she was very excited about having a “sister”. Then, she got a very thoughtful look on her face.

“Mommy, how come I don’t have blonde hair like you? Cassidy has blonde hair like her mommy,” she asked with endearing innocence.

From infancy, Alana had dark brown hair just like my family. I didn’t know how to fully explain in child’s terms and did the next best thing.

“Ask Valerie the next time you see her,” I told her with a wink and sure enough she did.

Seeing Valerie stammer through her answer was a side splitting affair for me.

Eventually we ironed out all the details and with only a few days before move in, we were holding each other close and tenderly kissing in the bed we would soon share together. For some odd reason, I remembered the night I went to see her dance at Diamond Jim’s.

“Valerie, what’s a lap dance? I asked curiously.

“Oh, just what it sounds like. I’d have to demonstrate,” she said in a dreamy voice.

“Will you show me sometime?” I asked with want.

“Uh huh,” she answered in a tone that suggested that I forget about it.

“Do think the girl with the brunette hair was serious about giving me a lap dance? I mean, she’s very attractive and all…” I asked with fake coyness.

Valerie looked at me with fire in her eyes and taking me by the hand led me to an overstuffed chair and sat me in it.

“Stay right there and don’t move!” she barked and ran out of the room.

When Valerie returned she was made up and wearing her tiny G string. She straddled me in the chair moving her muscular body in synch to a song on the radio. There was minimal contact but it was highly erotic and my pussy was creaming by the time she finished.

“Well? What’d ya think?” she asked in a breathless voice.

“It was…ah…ok, I guess,” I said in a teasing way as I reached up and palmed her nipples.

“Why you…” she started to say but I pulled her on top of me and kissed her with deep emotion pulsing in my heart.

On moving day, the skies were sunny and blue, a good omen.

When Jamie, Valerie’s brother arrived, she gave him a bear hug.

“Ouch Val, you squeeze like a boa constrictor,”

“You’re such a wimp,” she stated disparagingly.

“Don’t take your eyes off of her for a second; dangerous woman,” Jamie said mysteriously to me. “Brother Jamie, you finally got one right; she can’t take her eyes off of me because she’s madly in love with me,” Valerie crowed.

Jamie gave her a nasty look that dissolved into a grin.

“I’m happy for you Val,” he trumpeted and hugged her.

They were regarding each other with the affection of a brother and sister who love each other.

“If anyone deserves some happiness, it’s you,” Jamie said with emotion and his eyes welled up.

“You were always the sentimental type,” she tried to say admonishingly with a tear filled gaze.

“Ahem,” Jamie uttered and pointed to her eyes.

By now, I was crying.

A Sister’s Love:

In autumn, I received an email from my sister Deidre. She was arriving in town to attend the wedding of an old high school friend and wanted to meet me for lunch. I had been putting off telling her about Valerie and this was the perfect opportunity.

Valerie and I were living together and it was time I told the one person in my family that I deeply cared about.

From the moment I met her at the restaurant, I could tell by the look in Deidre’s eyes that she suspected something was up with me but chose not to ask. That was typical behavior on her part because she knew I’d spill my guts before I said goodbye to her that day. She understood me better than anyone in my life.

We chatted in a friendly manner through the salad course but the remainder of our noon repast featured some very funny impressions of our mother by Deidre.

When I was a teenager, she commented to me quite a few times that she found it hard to believe our severe, uptight and prissy mother ever had sex more than three times.

“Charles, you may kiss me now, no tongues,” she said in a formal, upper crust voice.

Charles was my father’s first name and I laughed until my sides hurt.

“Charles, get your wicked willy away from me; it’s not our anniversary,” she mimicked skillfully.

“Stop, you’re killing me,” I begged with laughter.

When lunch was over, we walked to the hotel Deidre was staying at and sat in a quiet corner of the beautiful atrium adjacent to the lobby. My mood turned serious and although my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Valerie, there were sentiments in my heart that I wanted my sister to hear. They were long overdue.

“You know Dee, I was very lucky you were my big sister growing up,” I said lovingly.

“Why do you say that?” she asked curiously.

“Because you took care of me and watched over me as though you were my real mother,” I said with tears in my eyes.

“If I’d been your real mother, your childhood would have been much happier,” she said with vehemence.

“But, I feel so fortunate that you’re my sister. For as long as I can remember, I’ve looked up to you, confided in you, needed you and no one made me feel more loved than you,” I said with tearful gratitude.

Deidre’s eyes moistened and she looked very serious as though she was dredging up past memories. She was quiet for a few moments and it seemed as though she was gathering her strength before she spoke.

“From the time you were a baby, something inside me refused to let you suffer the chillingly cold care of our mother. I was seven when mom brought you home from the hospital and the first time I saw you, you won my heart. I had a sister, a baby sister and inwardly, I was overjoyed,” she said with a pleased but sad voice

I took Deidre’s hands in mine to comfort her.

“Mom called me ‘the little mother’ with a lot of sarcasm but I ignored her. I held you, fed you, burped you, changed your diapers, bathed you and tended to your needs every free moment I had.

It wasn’t a duty forced on me by anyone but something I desperately wanted to do. I remember running home from school so I could hold you and when you looked at me with your smiling little face, so happy; it filled my heart with love. I grew up fast but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

In the evenings after dinner, I would take you to my room and read to you just like Tom Selleck in “Three Men and a Baby.” As you got older, you would coo and fuss happily as I read aloud most of my homework assignments. English, science, math problems, you listened to all of it.

Jesus, I almost forgot what a little potty mouth I had growing up. I would cuss something awful in the privacy of my room and of course you were usually with me. I distinctly recall a night when you were three and lying on my bed flipping through the pages of a picture book. Unexpectedly, you looked at me with a very pensive expression.

‘Dee, what’s a fuckin asshole?’ you asked so innocently.

Merciful saints alive, I almost busted a gut cackling and giggling. You didn’t have the slightest clue why I was laughing and it took me a long time to persuade you not to repeat it to anyone.

‘Ok, I won’t,’ you said in a matter of fact way and you never did, as far as I know.

After that incident, I guarded my tongue from cussing when you were around. Don’t you see Kate, you saved me. With you in my life, I experienced the emotions and feelings that were absent before your arrival. For the first time in my very young life, I was able to love and feel loved by another human being; you loved me back,” she expressed with deep emotion.

I gazed into Deidre’s wet troubled eyes with admiration as tears streamed down my cheeks.

“Didn’t you ever stop and think it was odd when you got a cut or a bruise, needed advice, wanted to share your feelings about something or someone, talk about your troubles and really, anything that affected your life; that you came to me? When typically, a daughter would go to her mother?” she asked in a tragic tone.

It was the first time that my sister had revealed her inner most feelings and memories about our symbiotic relationship as siblings.

“You were there for me Dee and I’ll never forget that,” I said emotionally and brought her hands to my cheek in a loving gesture.

“She should have been there for both of us,” she said with contempt for our mother.

“I can’t help but feel a little sorry for mom since dad passed away. She’s all by herself in that big house,” I said with some remorse.

“I’d like to say I feel the same but…” she murmured in a voice that trailed off.

Deidre as the oldest child had suffered the most from our mother’s lack of involvement in our lives. She was dropped off on a daily basis at Aunt Peg’s, my mothers’ older spinster sister, who cared for Deidre until I was born. However, our Aunt was just as emotionally detached and coldhearted.

“The only child mom showed any interest in was Dennis and that’s because he was a boy; the heir to the family name. With three divorces before the age of forty, I believe he suffered as much as we did,” she said with bitterness and sarcasm.

Unfortunately, we were all deficient in the marriage department. Deidre and I were one time losers.

“To this very day, I can’t fathom why our parent’s had children. The only reason I can think of is that it was strictly for appearance sake. Look at us the happy family. Did you ever notice that Dennis, you and me were the only ones smiling on the photos dad took?

The glass was always half empty for mom and dad. Dad would sit in the den when he got home from work with his martini in hand and not say two words the entire night to anyone. As crazy as this might sound, at least mom spoke to us.

Christ, when dad died, I don’t think I shed one tear; now that’s sad,” she expressed with some regret.

“Enough! I don’t want to talk about our childhood anymore; it’s too painful. Some memories are better left in the past, at least that’s what my therapist says,” she uttered wistfully.

We both sat looking sad eyed, staring into space.

“Hey, how bout a drink? It’s not too early,” she asked pleadingly and her mood lightened quickly.

We walked across the lobby to a small but elegant wood paneled pub. When I ordered a martini, Deidre started to chuckle.

“As I recall, you developed a real fondness for this type of poison, when you were at home during college breaks,” she declared.

“Yeah, whenever dad mixed up a batch for himself, I sneakily skimmed some off the top for myself until I learned how to make them. It was my way of coping until I went back to school,” I verbalized with a mouthful of gin.

We sat in silence until we finished our drinks.

“Dee, I…ah…you see…” I stuttered incoherently.

I wanted to tell Deidre about Valerie but lost my nerve because I terrified thinking how she might react. Her sister, her little sister was in love; only it was with a woman.

Deidre was regarding me with that “here it comes” look on her face. It was now or never. Before I got word one out of mouth about Valerie, my eyes welled up and tears started to fall very rapidly.

Deidre guided me to her room where she held me as I cried on her shoulder.

“This has to be about love or a relationship,” she said wisely.

I nodded my soggy face in agreement. “I met somebody and…fell in love but…she…” I blubbered.

Deidre’s eyes grew wide with astonishment.

“Did I hear you correctly? A she; a female by gender?” she asked incredulously.

Again, I nodded my head in the affirmative.

“Holy Crap! Did you tell mom?” she asked with enthusiasm.

“Yes,” I mumbled.

“I wish I’d been a fly on the wall when you told her,” she exclaimed excitedly.

Deidre’s comment made me smile and chuckle.

“Mom told me I wasn’t brought up that way,” I said scornfully

“Kate, if you love someone and you know in your heart that it’s real, than gender is irrelevant,” Deidre spoke with wisdom.

A mental image of Valerie flashed in my mind and I smiled broadly.

“You got it bad?” she asked referring to my love for Valerie.

“Worse, I love her so much it hurts,” I answered with accuracy

Deidre held me close. Gently, she rocked me the way she did when I was a child.

“I know in my heart that I can’t live without her,” I expressed emotionally.

For the better part of an hour, I told Deidre all about Valerie and what she meant to me.

“Are you looking for my approval in some way?” she asked with trepidation.

“I guess, yeah,” I said sheepishly

Deidre held me close and gently rubbed my back.

“And, she makes you happy?” she asked soothingly.

“Oh God, yes; I’ve never been happier,” I stated with conviction.

“Kate, I’m thrilled for you and I’ll always be there for you. You can count me,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“Thank you sis; I love you,” I stated with gratitude and held her tight.

My Everything:

Valerie’s pretty face had a serious look of concentration as she studied for an exam.

“Kate, did you have to cram this much when you were in college,” she asked with a frown and closed her Anatomy and Physiology book.

It was a gorgeous autumn weekend and I knew Valerie wanted desperately to spend some time outside. From the kitchen window, we could see our daughter’s playing in the yard.

“I studied just as much as you are now,” I said with assurance but in truth, probably less.

Valerie was in her sophomore year and I was tremendously proud of her. She danced occasionally at Diamond Jim’s but at the tender age of thirty, she was considered middle aged for her profession.

“Do you think it would be good idea if I slept with Professor Gilman for a better grade?” she asked with a snicker.

“Now, why do you think that?” I asked with a stunned look.

“Oh, the way he stares at me in class,” she said like a Parisian coquette.

‘You brat, if you do…” I growled menacingly and jumped on her back.

Valerie wrestled me onto the carpet with the same result as always; her seated on my belly.

Cassidy and Alana came running into the house at that instant.

“Your mom won again,” Alana said dryly to Cassidy when she saw me on my back.

Valerie and I howled with laughter as the girls looked at us like we were crazy. Later that day, I was checking emails on the computer.

“Whatcha reading,” Valerie asked when she slid next to me on the seat in front of the computer.

“An email from my sister Deidre; she’s inviting us for the New Years holiday,” I said with excitement.

“Oh, do you think you and Alana will go?” she asked with a disappointed tone.

“Not just Alana and I, you and Cassidy are coming with us. Otherwise, I won’t go and I mean it,” I stated emphatically.

Valerie threw her arms around me and kissed my cheek.

“You’re too good to me,” she whispered affectionately.

When I turned and looked at Valerie, my heart was quaking with emotion.

“I think of you and Cassidy as part of my family, our family; all four of us,” I said with damp eyes and a quivering lip.

“Oh Kate, I love you so much!” she cried with happiness and held me tenderly.

Deidre met us at the airport and gave hugs all around. When she got to Valerie, she gazed at her with a huge smile.

“You must be Valerie,” Deidre said with warmth in her voice and embraced her.

“You’ve made my sister very happy, thank you,” she said with fondness and kissed Valerie’s cheek.

Valerie’s eyes welled up and she pulled Deidre tightly against her.

“Ooh, you were right sis; she’s very strong,” Deidre said with admiration and everyone giggled with good humor.

Deidre welcomed us to her home with a view of the Rockies in the distance. Cassidy and Alana were captivated with the snow capped peaks.

I would like to say “alls well that ends well” but we have a lot more living to do. Our daughters are a constant joy to us and keep us grounded. The health problems that plagued them a few years ago have improved dramatically; so much so that they’re able to participate in sports.

Recently, Cassidy started with gymnastics, just like her mom. Valerie was impressed with the facility and volunteered to help coach. They welcomed her with open arms.

Alana is like me in some ways but I see much more of her father in her. She’s studious but enjoys sports, especially soccer. No oboe lessons for her.

And, Valerie, my love, my passionate lover, “My Everything” as Barry White sang so beautifully; when I think about her my heart leaps with joy like the ballerina in “Swan Lake”.

My life with Valerie has been nothing short of extraordinary. I’ve loved every minute, through the ups and downs, the happy times and the sad. I want nothing more and nothing less than to grow old with her.

Sometimes, I feel incredibly lucky to have what I now have; a solid family with good kids and a loving partner.

The sugar in our sugar bowl is granular; no pretentious bullshit at our house.

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