Following on from part three I've returned to Stella and Evie, and Stella's struggle with her past, which I've used First Person POV for short sections. She is not the only one struggling with her colourful past however as Nicki battles her own urges with Mei Lin.
Author's note: I apologise for taking so long to write this next bit, I was in Denmark and Sweden again on holiday.
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Stella rose with the other members to recite the serenity prayer, ever mindful of the clock. Over an hour and a half ago she'd been driving away from Evie's place after a quick bite courtesy of the local Chinese takeaway. Evie had practically chased her out the door to a meeting, claiming she needed a little down time herself.
Stella shuffled her feet as the ritual finished and she shook the hands of the people on either side before grabbing her handbag. She felt a little less tired after sitting in a meeting for an hour and a half but was still looking forward to getting back to Evie's place, a few hours ago she'd actually contemplated skipping the meeting and going to one on Monday but then she started getting restless and irritable. The team building exercise she'd planned so meticulously hadn't gone down as well as planned and then she'd had to prepare a brief for a hearing at the County Court in Melbourne to represent an old client, but that was not what was really bothering her.
Memories were starting to emerge, affairs she'd had with other women over the years, which had ranged from one night stands to full on codependency. This particular memory had been sparked during the team building session when one woman, Theresa had been particularly helpful with her input and practical applications. Her light brown hair and mannerisms brought back memories of a torrid three week affair with Mandy. She hadn't thought of Mandy for years but every time she heard the INXS song,
Burn For You,
she often thought of Mandy.
They'd met in a pub often frequented by the legal fraternity and the police. Defence attorneys and the police might be at opposite ends of the spectrum in court but outside of the courtroom and with plenty of alcohol flowing they were bosom buddies, often literally and Mandy certainly had an ample bosom. It was what she'd noticed first, the way they moved beneath her white blouse, barely constrained by the bra. She was off duty that hot, sweaty Friday night, and in the mood for sex, she had been going out with a fellow officer for six months but after a heated argument by their pool she'd walked out on him and moved in with a lesbian couple.
Prior to moving in with Vicki and Olivia, she'd thought herself straight and indeed she openly talked about the men she'd bedded.
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But despite the bravado I sensed she was also bendable. Some straights try so hard to be straight that they wind up getting bored, there are only so many positions you can try before it all becomes monotonous. Mandy had probably started her sex life, looking for intimacy but like many other women she mistook sex for intimacy because that's what men wanted and she'd begun to realise it and indeed she played the game even with me.
When I bought her a drink she came out with a comment like, 'I like a good leg opener,' and then she laughed and slapped my leg. She drained half a glass of Bundy and then told me I was different to the rest and that was certainly obvious. I drank with men because they drank the same as me but I didn't play up to them and while some men did boast they'd slept with me or at least seen me in the nude I was able to hold them to account.
I'd gained a reputation by then of being slick, I was younger then and just starting out on my career at the bar but I hadn't seen this woman before. She was big up top but had a slim waist and rounded buttocks, which made her a magnet for every testosterone-fuelled man. That night however she was just wanting a few quiet drinks and so she took a seat at my table.
We certainly caught the eye of a few men, Mandy because of what she was wearing, denim jacket, blue jeans and the white blouse, and I'd come straight from work. I was wearing a blue pinstripe trouser suit and white blouse. That particular day I was also wearing a striped tie, it hung loosely about me and I'd undone the top button, I really was intending to head onto a nightclub but I dropped in at the pub to catch up with a colleague.
To this day I don't know what we talked about but I know she did most of the talking and I did a lot of listening because that's what I was learning by then, listen to clients, listen to the other side in court and listen to senior partners and colleagues. To cut a long story short we decided to leave the pub and head back home, I was pleasantly pissed and she was much the same but when we got to her place she'd fallen asleep and I had to wake her up.
When she invited me in I hesitated because I still wanted to keep drinking and I suspected that she might just want a coffee or soft drink but when she offered to share a bottle of Southern Comfort I had to say yes.
Blackouts hadn't really started happening yet but there were quite a few brown outs where you kind of remember what you did but other parts are hazy. I remember helping her take her denim jacket off and it was a little tight on her because she had to twist her shoulders to work it down her back while she pulled the sleeves over her hands. I can't remember what happened next but she must have tripped over and I'd caught her because she was in my arms. She turned around with the jacket still half off, it was dangling down her back but the sleeves were on. She had a smile on her face and then she kissed me.
It was a light, teasing kiss and it might have gone no further but for the fact she knew by then that I was gay and we were both tipsy. I leaned forward and kissed her back but my kiss was definitely a sexual one because she pulled back suddenly as if I'd crossed a line. Mandy looked past me and then pulled the sleeves over her hands and let the jacket fall to the floor.
I remember putting my hands on her waist and then sliding them down over her buttocks and she arched her back and putting her hands on my hips she kissed me again. It was a full open mouthed kiss and it left us both out of breath but by then a line had been crossed and we sank down onto the couch together. Our session on the couch was interrupted when I had to go for a piss and she decided to fix us both a drink.
When I came back to the living room she was perched on the edge of the couch with a brush in her hand, she'd pulled the blouse out of her jeans and undone the ponytail. She had long blonde hair that reached the small of her back and she was brushing the knots out.
We drank for a few minutes while she finished brushing her hair and when I started playing with it she turned to face me. I remember the look on her face when she undid my tie, kind of nervous anticipation and then she used the undone tie against the back of my neck to pull me closer and we started on each other again and this time there was no hesitation, no time to talk, it was just full on kissing and feeling each other through our clothes.
We made it to her bedroom by degrees, pulling off our clothes until we got to her room and then the lovemaking began in earnest. As her first girl on girl fuck, I took the lead and brought her to a pretty good climax. Mandy was hesitant with me, she didn't go down on me that first night, it took her three days before she got her mouth near my pussy but once she was down there Mandy was hooked on the art of cunnilingus. If anyone was a natural, she was it and our affair lasted three weeks before I found a new plaything.
Leaving Mandy was cruel, I knew it then but hid behind my usual bravado and the arrogance of youth but a few months later I saw Mandy sitting in another pub with a much younger woman, some probationary police constable. She saw me at the same time and just stared at me and then looked away as if she didn't want to see me. At that point I felt the earth drop away from under me because she looked even more beautiful than before and it was not just the outside, her face was radiant. She was clearly in love with this woman but wanted nothing to do with me, the one who'd introduced her to lesbian love.
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Stella came out of her reverie as the woman said her name again. The memory had been replaying in her mind all afternoon and she'd constructed the narrative the same way she rehearsed her AA story although this was not a story she'd tell in an AA meeting for obvious reasons. She might tell it to Evie, if she could find the time and the opportunity.
"Stella? I heard you at Ringwood the other night, I'm Gina and this is Charlie," she indicated the petite brunette at her side, "I loved hearing your story the other night, it was like someone was inside my head."
Stella let her eyes play over the twenty-something woman. She had long red hair that fell to the small of her back and had the look of someone who'd not long been sober, the makeup couldn't hide every sin. The flannelette shirt hung loosely over a stained blue tee shirt tucked into loose fitting blue jeans, she had a curvaceous figure but looked decidedly emotional judging by the tear tracks on her cheeks.
"Hiya Charlie," she extended her hand, "pleased to meet you."
"You should hear this woman's story," Gina went on, "truly inspiring," she glanced at her phone as she turned the sound on, "some of us are going out for pizza. Do you fancy coming along?"
