This is Part 2 of a 2 part series.
Note that the following events took place in the mid to late '90s, while the "Don't ask, don't tell" policy was in place in the military. Even after implementing that policy, being an active lesbian risked your career, especially for an officer.
You really should read 'Like Butter on a Summer Day Pt. 01' first.
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June 1995
On the way home, I thought about Megan. I remembered how into each other we had been and the one time we gave into those feelings and kissed. That one kiss was seared into my memory.
... As was our custom, we always met up at my apartment to start and end our bike rides. Then we'd shower and change before heading out for lunch. Today, I decided to go first because I needed a cold shower in the worst way. Despite the cold water, I was still so hot that I had to relieve myself by jilling off twice before I felt safe enough to get out of the shower. When I finished toweling off and pulled on my sweatpants and pullover, I left the bathroom so Megan could take her turn.
As we passed each other, I could see that Megan seemed quite flushed, and her eyes were totally dilated. I realized that she must have heard me, even though I had tried hard to be quiet. At that moment, the floodgates of my feelings broke open, and I realized that I was totally in love with her. I watched Megan enter the bathroom, and as she closed the door, I quietly said, "I love you, Megan."
I went into my bedroom and changed into a pair of capris and a spaghetti strap top in preparation for us going to lunch. When I came out, I could still hear the shower running. As I passed the door, I thought I heard a moan and a gasp over the sound of the water running. At that moment, I knew she was jilling herself off thinking about me. I went out to the common area and sat down, trying to calm myself. I sternly told myself, "Alex, we can't do this. Our friendship is too important. Back off, before we go too far."
The shower was turned off, and Megan left the bathroom several minutes later in her sweats. She came out into the common area to get her bag and then headed into the bedroom to change without saying a word. She didn't have to, her eyes were doing all of the talking, and they were wide and bright.
When Megan came out of the bedroom, I stood up. She looked so lovely in her skort and polo top. She walked up to me, locked eyes with me, and said, "I love you, too, Alex." My resolve broke down, and I pulled her into me, and our lips met. I moaned from the sensation of her silky soft lips pressed onto mine. Megan moaned too and wrapped her arms around me as my arms wrapped around her. My left hand cupped the back of her head as her left hand went behind mine.
After what seemed like forever, I broke the kiss, gasping for air. As the rush of that kiss started to recede, I realized the enormity of what we had just done. We had crossed the line that we had both sworn to ourselves that we wouldn't cross. I stepped back, probably the hardest thing I had ever done, and looked into Megan's eyes and gasped, "I think we better leave it there before it goes too far."
I saw in her eyes the desperate longing that she fought against before she briefly closed her eyes and shakily gasped, "As much as I'd rather not, you're right." Megan opened her eyes and stepped back. "I think we best not go to lunch. I'd better go home."
As much as I didn't want to, I said, "You're right. Best not tempt fate anymore today."
I walked her out to her car, carefully avoiding getting close enough to reach out and touch her. I helped her get her bike up on the rack, staying on the other side of her car. Megan got into her car and asked, "I'll see you at the meeting Tuesday?"
"Yes," I answered, relieved that Megan seemed okay with this, "I'll see you then."
I stood there and watched her drive off. I went back inside and cried ...
Thanks to meeting with Judy and Virginia tonight for dinner, I found out that Megan had taken a tenured position at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). Hanscom Air Force Base (AFB) was located just outside of Boston, and there was a Software Development Center (SDC) there. In fact, my team and I were scheduled to go up there in a couple of months to perform another Capability Maturity Model (CMM) evaluation on the SDC.
When it was time to go to Hanscom AFB, I vowed that I would check to see if Megan was still at MIT. Of course, there was no guarantee that she wouldn't already be in a relationship if I did find her. After all, she was beautiful and intelligent. "Oh, Megan," I sighed.
I got home and dressed down before sitting down and watching TV. I watched Northern Exposure, a show that I really liked and tried not to miss. It took my mind off of Megan until it was time to go to bed. My dreams that night were haunted by her beautiful green eyes, and I woke up with damp panties.
I didn't get a lot of productive work done Thursday. My mind was still spinning from finding out about Megan and meeting Virginia and Judy last night. Luckily, I didn't have any meetings, and my team was pretty good at working independently.
I did start looking into what I needed to do to get into the Air War College. I needed to get an endorsement from a Colonel or General officer to be considered for acceptance. I knew my commander, Col. Frank Rogers or Major General Steve Oldiges, would endorse me. I just needed to figure out which one I'd go with. I'd like to go with Steve, but I didn't want Frank to think that I didn't consider him worthy of the endorsement. I made up my mind to just come out and ask Frank what he thought I should do.
I called Mary Ann and asked to get some time on Col. Rogers' calendar. She called me back ten minutes later and said that Col. Rogers could see me at 2 PM for 10 minutes. I thanked her for getting me on his calendar and got back to work.