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An hour or so earlier at the hotel room . . .
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Freddie and Jane were sitting on one of the beds while Laurie and Heather sat on the other, with Jenny sitting in the complimentary guest chair. Laurie had just finished explaining the fiasco that had occurred in Fort Lauderdale over spring break. She felt Heather gripping her hand the entire time, and that comforted her. She knew Jane would be disappointed, but she didn’t want to withhold information from her mentor. Jane did look concerned when she heard of Laurie’s escalating deception, but seemed pleased that Laurie had proven determined to make things right.
Freddie kept her eyes on Heather. The girl that Freddie had known . . . the one whose car was lit on fire almost a year ago . . . never would have forgiven Laurie. But that wasn’t the Heather that was sitting on the bed right now. This Heather was a lot less hostile . . . a little softer around the edges. Freddie noticed her holding Laurie’s hand, letting the blonde know that Heather had forgiven her. It was Heather’s edge that had made her so attractive to Freddie when she fucked her in the back of the pick-up truck so long ago. But that edge, tempered with a little silk, had made her an incredibly attractive woman.
Jenny just sat in the chair, wishing she could be a little more invisible. She felt completely out of place in that situation.
“So,” said Jane at last, “that’s why we aren’t getting to see vacation pictures. I suppose the most important thing is that you two worked it out. I’m proud of you for that. And Laurie, I think you’ve already learned your lesson. But Heather . . .”
“What?” she said sharply. “I didn’t . . .”
“You have to control that temper,” Jane said with a smile. “Getting on a bus, traveling across several states so that you trash your dorm room and almost break your fists?”
“But at least she didn’t beat up my dad!” said Laurie, trying to come to Heather’s defense.
“Yes, not physically assaulting a United States Senator was a wise choice. No Heather, I’m not actually scolding you. You’ve grown up so much and I’m just impressed. But the next time you decide to get mad at someone, please try doing something less dangerous and self-destructive.”
Heather narrowed her eyes. “You vent steam in your way, let me do it in mine.” She would have said more, but Laurie had placed her chin on Heather’s shoulder and was staring at the side of the dark-haired girl’s face. Heather turned her head to inquire as to what Laurie was up to and was met with a well-placed kiss.
“You set me up you little minx,” Heather said with a laugh, then kissed Laurie back.
“They are SO adorable,” said Jenny, then blushed. She hadn’t meant to say it so loud.
Freddie looked over at her. “Tell me about it. So,” she said a tad too demurely, “what’s your story?” Heather recognized the look on Freddie’s face. She had seen that look . . . that predatory look. When Jane’s health had returned, so had all those women’s sexual appetites, and Freddie tended to be hungrier than most.
“Me?” squeaked Jenny. “I . . . I’m nobody.”
“Oh no,” said Laurie. “Never say something like that in front of Jane.”
Jane smiled slightly. She had spent a lot of time convincing Laurie that she wasn’t a useless bimbo, over Laurie’s own objections. She thought everyone had value.
Heather also objected to the comment. “Bullshit,” was her less than eloquent contribution. “You were the one who helped me track down Jamie after what she did to Alice, and I had never been anything but mean to you up until then. You’ve put up with all our stupid little dramas, and you’re just as much a member of this band as the rest of us.”
“No, I’m not. I’m just . . .”
“Yes, you are. You believed in the group even when the group didn’t seem to believe in itself. That matters. You’re one of us now.” Then Heather got an evil gleam in her eye. “Hell, you want to be more like us every day.” Jenny’s eyes shot open, but she was helpless to stop Heather’s progression. “You’re already wanting to try sex with women.”
Like a flash, Freddie was in Jenny’s lap. “Oh really?” she cooed. The mega-babe was in full seek-and-devour mode now.
“Heather!” shouted Jenny. “I . . . I . . .”
“What? You said you wanted to give it a shot. Laurie?”
The blonde girl nodded while smiling wickedly. “Sorry hon, but I heard you say it too.” Then she started sucking on Heather’s ear.
Jane shot withering glances at her three friends. “Don’t torture the poor girl.” Then she turned to Jenny herself. “Are they simply blowing smoke, or is this truly an avenue you wish to explore.”
All the girls had learned that no amount of prodding and wheedling could get to the heart of the matter as Jane’s penetrating stare and her sophisticated voice.
“This isn’t an idle decision. One thing I actually find somewhat deplorable is girls who feign interest one evening only to claim ‘the devil made them do it’ the next.”
“I’ve thought about this like a lot,” Jenny returned. She felt like she was getting backed into a corner. “It’s something I kinda feel I sorta need to do. I’ve talked with my boyfriend about it and he’s fine with it.”
“Of COURSE he is,” said Freddie. “Show me a guy who isn’t interested in seeing his girlfriend getting in on with another woman and I’ll show you someone who is either blind or dead.”
“I told him it was something that had been on my mind a lot, particularly since . . .” Jenny blushed and looked at Heather and Laurie. The two girls were making out on the bed and paying no attention to what was going on. “They are ALWAYS like this,” she grumbled.
Jane’s heart warmed when she saw Heather and Laurie together. They had already survived some trials and tribulations, which gave the older woman hope for the pair’s future together. And they DID look good together. “Are you sure he’s okay with this.”
“Actually, he sounded like totally anxious to see it. I guess that means he kinda needs to be there.”
“Nope,” said Freddie. She wandered over and grabbed her video camera out of the suitcase. “This is all we need.”
Jenny started at her for a moment. Then her eyes opened even wider. “Oh! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I wanted to have sex with you . . . not that I WOULDN’T want to have sex with you . . . it’s just I don’t expect you to . . . Is there a good way of stopping these brain farts?”
“Nope,” said Laurie, her eyes still drawn towards Heather’s. “At least not that I could figure out.” She kissed her girlfriend. “Listen Jenny,” she said, finally able to break away from Heather for a moment. “If you DO decide to go through with it, I can’t think of a better couple of people to explore with than these two. They are so patient and selfless and wonderful, and Jane has a tongue like an anteater! I’m serious, that thing goes on for miles and . . . what?” Jane was blushing, and Heather and Freddie were laughing their asses off. Laurie thought over what she had just said. “See?” she directed towards Jenny. “I told you there was no way of stopping those.”
Jenny was squirming in her seat. She had to admit that she hadn’t been able to take her eyes of Jane for most of the day. “But they aren’t . . . you know . . . with other people anymore.”
“Says who?” asked Freddie. Then she thought about it. “I think that was mostly Michelle’s idea, and it was mostly because we were . . .” She paused and looked over at Jane. The matriarch of the clan had finally gotten to start growing her hair out again. The surgery scars were no longer visible, but she and Michelle had always known they were there, and they had been so afraid of losing Jane that the rest of the world seemed less important.
Jane got up and strode over to Freddie with a grace only a few women possessed, and kissed her young lover on the lips. With Jane, even kissing was an art form. When she pulled away, Freddie’s eyes were still closed and her lips were still reaching for Jane’s.
Jenny was wishing she had never brought the subject up. There was no way these women would be interested in her. Jane was too beautiful and Freddie was just hot. Heather was dangerously gorgeous and Laurie was voluptuous. She actually began eyeing the door, wondering if she could quietly slip out . . .
Jenny’s fidgeting had become noticeable, breaking Freddie out of her trance and causing the girl to almost pounce into Jenny’s lap. She was straddling Jenny’s knees and lightly gripping both shoulders. “Running is NOT an option,” she purred. She caressed Jenny’s cheek and traced the line of her jaw.
“Freddy! Down girl!” Jane ordered. “Oh who am I kidding? I have no control over her,” she muttered to herself.
“Because I’m too damn cute,” Freddie said, wrinkling up her nose and pursing her lips. Her curly blonde hair was hang free and reached all the way to her supermodel behind. She turned back to Jenny and captured the nervous girl’s eyes.