Sara And Kate Julian And Muriel

"The heat waves shimmered in the distance, inexorably rising off the sand in an unmerciful display of Mother Nature's authority. Water was nowhere to be found. Off to the left, a drunken man's voice could be heard, signaling the start of another drunken orgy.

"It was the summer of '69. It was the summer of loving..."

Julian read his story in a somewhat embarrassed monotone but The Class (Yes You Can; Creative Writing for You) had hung on every word and when the nineteen year old finished they stood and applauded warmly. Sara Collins stood too applauding with the rest- although she didn't mean it.

It was a plagiarism- she had read the original story- but Sara knew enough not to make a scene and kept quiet. Julian sat down allowing the wave of approval to wash over him and Sara felt a little envious of his sudden popularity. Her own story was of two dolphins in love and she now felt terribly embarrassed about it. She was sure everyone would hate it and closed her eyes and prayed that she wouldn't have to read it out.

As luck would have it she didn't with Mr. MacGregor choosing a very nervous girl in a tartan jacket on the other side of the room to read her story. It was beautiful tale of a young girl in love and as she listened Sara heard rather than listened to the words as she enjoyed the sound of Kate's voice. She had a slight lisp and she would continually brush her hair off her face where it would stubbornly fall immediately after being brushed away.

The class hung on her every word and Sara switched back on to hear the end of the story; the person the girl was in love with wasn't a boy. The ending was a twist; like the others Sara had assumed it would be a boy this girl had fallen in love with but unlike the others she loved the story.

She clapped enthusiastically when Kate had finished but no one joined in.

She saw Kate look around - a terrified expression on her face- then sit down to cover her face with her hands. Sara had quickly stopped clapping and sat red faced not daring to look at anyone.

The silence was deadly and a sense of indignation rose deep within her. It had been a beautiful story she thought, so what if it wasn't straight. And Sara now did the one thing she knew her Nana wouldn't want her to do: she spoke up.

"Um, well, I liked it- at least she wrote it," she declared to no one in particular but emphasizing 'she'. The last bit had sneaked in with the rest and then, as she was to tell her long suffering Nana after "just came out."

"What is that supposed to mean?" the lady two seats along asked menacingly and Sara cowered.

"What do you think?" She was numb- oh why had she opened her mouth- and every time she said something it got worse.

"I think you are a very rude young woman and that this class would be better of without you in it. That's what I think."

The silence was oppressive and Sara knew she wasn't wanted.

She closed her folder and lifted her briefcase onto her lap. Her first session and she was being sent away! What would Nana say to that? She was humiliated and now she had to endure leaving the class with all those others staring at her.

She had put her folder in her briefcase and stood to leave. No one said a word but the girl had stood too and as Sara started to leave Kate went with her. Sara waited outside while Kate pulled the door shut after her. No sooner had she done so than the class erupted. It was horrible and both girls hurried away.

Once they had reached the front door they paused then went down the steps together.

"Oh thanks for sticking up for me back there," Kate told her with that lisp of hers.

"Oh, that's OK," Sara answered- adding ", I thought it was a really lovely story."

'It's about me."

"Yeah. It's a really nice story, well sad nice but nice, you know?"

She looked at Kate for reassurance and got a smile; she smiled back.

"Would you like to have a coffee- if you've got time," Kate asked her and Sara nodded- she would like that very much.

They walked along the street to a bohemian style coffee lounge, got two cups of instant then managed to find an old two squab sofa tucked away in a corner to sit on. A girl who sounded a lot like Joan Baez was singing up on the little stage and Sara sat with her ankles crossed holding her coffee in two hands as Kate slipped her shoes off then tucked her feet under to sit facing her.

"How are you feeling? She was horrible, wasn't she?" Kate asked her.

"I feel awful. I guess I shouldn't have done that to Julian, maybe he was too scared to put up his own story?"

"No. You weren't; he deserved that...it's a Creative Writing Course for goodness sakes- if he had nothing he should have said so not read an excerpt from someone else's book."

"Yeah, I guess but it got so nasty, I hate it when things get nasty, you know?"

Kate leaned down to pick her coffee mug up from the threadbare carpet and smiled at her. She looked very stiff.

"Are you nervous? About being here with me," Kate asked getting a shrug in reply.

"Is it because I'm a lesbian?"

It was and Sara blushed at the question.

"Does it matter- to you?"

Sara paused; she had been put on the spot and Kate deserved an honest answer.

"No its not you I'm worried about; it's me. You've found what you are but I haven't. You're a lesbian, I suspect I might be but I don't know. I don't know very much about myself at all really. I don't like to probe too deeply in case I find out something about myself I don't like. Guess I'm weird huh?"

"Yeah; totally."

She smiled and her whole face lit up. Now Sara felt she belonged- it was a lovely feeling too. She slipped her shoes off to mirror Kate sitting with her feet tucked under.

"Glad you're here?"

Sara smiled happily; it was worth it all just to be here with Kate. She nodded happily and when Kate lifted her arm in invitation she snuggled in. They sat pressed into each other sipping at their coffees from time to time otherwise just enjoying the contact.

As the night got older the girls on the counter moved a few of the front sofas back to make a dance floor. Immediately couples took to it and in no time it was crowded.

"Want to dance with a lesbian?" Kate asked her and Sara got to her feet to lead her to the floor.

They danced as the others did; with their arms wrapped round each other and it was there they had their first real kiss. After a time Sara became lost in her thoughts and danced in silence with her head on Kate's shoulder and her face turned into her neck.

"Penny for them."

'Oh sorry," Sara apologized, " I was wondering what my Nana will say about this."

"You're going to tell her?" There was a note of apprehension in the voice.

"Yes. I won't tell her your name if you don't want me to- but I do. I want to tell her I've met you and I'm mad about you and... oh lots of stuff."

'I'd love you to babe but once you come out you can't go back in. It's a big step, its... well it is that's all."

'I didn't even know I was in the closet till tonight."

Kate gave her a hug.

Pandemonium had broken out in the classroom once Kate and Sara had left. Mr. McGregor let them go until the anger had dissipated then came round to sit on the corner of his desk. He drummed his finger tips together as he waited.

"So, Julian, did you write that story?" he asked.

Julian squirmed under his scrutiny. Mr. McGregor was well aware that Julian hadn't written it as he too recognized the piece.

"Um, not really," Julian admitted finally.

"No Julian, you didn't." He said it briskly, dismissively then looked up at the rest of them.

"All of you, this is about improving your writing. I don't need to be impressed by someone else's work."

Julian now sat with his head in his hands and shook with the force of his sobs. Sara's nemesis Muriel Carson slipped off her chair and went over to put her arms round the boy. He was so like her Dylan at that age. So sensitive and so terrified of revealing anything about himself for fear of being rejected.

The class sat in silence as Muriel drew Julian into her. She crouched; rocking him back and forward. As she rocked him she stroked his hair and whispered to him.

"You sit here doll," she told him and he moved to sit next to her.

Mr. McGregor hadn't finished; Muriel herself was his next target.

"Muriel how much do you think closing your mind to other writers' work will advance the cause of your own writing abilities?"

The question hung in the air as Muriel tried to think of an answer; she knew she couldn't give the real answer; that she had been horrified at how much she had been aroused by the story and tried to think of something convincing to offer but words, for once, failed her.

" Not much, I guess," she offered getting a look that bore deep into her.

"I have never in my life seen a performance like that. That story of Kate's was head and shoulders the best thing I have heard in five years of hosting this class for adult writers. Let's get real here people; some of you have talent, most of you are fair to moderate in ability and I can get you to write better than you do now but none of you have Kate's ability. You don't have it now and twenty years from now you won't have it either and that is just a sad fact of life.

"Look, we'll end the class here; I think the creative flow is stifled for us all at the moment. Muriel, Julian I'll see you please; the rest of you please take a sheet as you leave. You have six topics to pick from; three thousand words of your own work for next Thursday and we'll get cracking then."

The class filed out, dutifully taking their sheets as they left, and it was just the three of them.

"Julian, better now?"

"Yes Mr. McGregor," Julian answered still unable to meet his eye.

"I think you can write Julian, I really do," Mr. McGregor told him and Julian nodded.

"Are you alright now?" he asked and the tall slim boy looked fearfully at him and again he nodded.

He wasn't alright at all, Muriel could see that and she moved to stand with her body against his.

"I'll take him Mr. McGregor," Muriel told him and he knew by the way she had said it and the way she looked at Julian that he should leave it there.

"As you wish, if you bump into either Sara or Kate you owe them both an apology Muriel and I think you know that."

"It's a long story, it's...oh never mind, yes Mr. McGregor we'll see you next Thursday."

She closed the door as she escorted Julian from the room- taking a sheet for each of them as they left.

"There's a MacDonald's not too far away, what do you say to an old lady shouting you a burger?" she asked him gently. Julian nodded and let her take his hand to walk down the road and across to the MacDonald's Restaurant.

He was starving and she watched as he devoured his big Mac and fries then slurped the last of his coke. They sat on a bench seat and it embarrassed him that the feel of her body against his aroused him so. Part way through she slipped her arm round him and he felt her bosom pressing into his side.

"Still hungry?"

He didn't answer for a time then gave a little shrug followed by the slightest of nods.

She went up to the counter and bought him another combo.

"You remind me so much of my son Dylan," she told him as he got past halfway on his next Big Mac, "he would have been twenty six next month."

She smiled at him then sat twiddling her fingers deep in thought.

"He was sensitive. So sensitive."

Her eyes had filled with tears and the words stopped. He stopped chewing and turned to look at her then put his hand over hers. She pressed her other hand on his and squeezed.

After their meal he put his elbow out for her to hook her arm through and they walked out of the near deserted Restaurant onto the sidewalk.

"Dylan and I were very close," she told him. They had stopped by her car and again she had made sure he got her breast pressed against him. Julian felt his cock swelling then the hand on his hip strayed round to his butt and stroked him there. He breathed through his mouth as he felt her hand caress his butt.

"Kiss me Julian," she begged and now she stood on tip toes; her breasts pressed against his stomach, her arms hooked up round his neck, as she tilted her head up for his lips.

She had closed her eyes and he kissed her; feeling her lips- moist and soft. He closed his eyes too and when he parted his lips slightly; her tongue snaked straight in.

He was rock hard- she could feel his shaft when they kissed. She looked around, it was too public there but she wanted him, needed him. Oh so like Dylan; she had lost count of the number of times she had made love to her son, but it was the only sex she had ever enjoyed and maybe with Julian...

There was a little alcove a dozen yards away where it was quite dark and she held his hand leading him there. She positioned him to block the view then unzipped and slipped her dress off. Her bra and panties followed and Julian stared open mouthed as her firm tanned body crouched before him. She smiled up for him then after she had undone his belt and pulled his jeans and boxers down she slipped her mouth over his cock. All the way down then sucking hard as she drew her lips up to his tip and licked round it. She raised her head.

"Doggy," she told him and turned away to bend right over for him.

He was a virgin; she knew that and she waited patiently loving the feel of his fingers flitted uncertainly over her asshole and slit. Dylan had loved her cunt shaved- that was what he liked her to call it "her cunt." She had kept it shaved these four years since it had happened; out of respect she had tried to tell herself but it was for her she had to admit now. She loved rubbing her fingers over herself down there and remembering the feel of her only son's penis going deep inside.

Julian was struggling and she put her hand under to reach behind for his cock. Grabbing it she pulled the tip into her wet opening and waited as he pushed forward.

"Oh God! Oh yes!' she gasped as his long young cock drove deep into her. She used her vaginal muscles to grip his shaft as he fucked her tilting a little so his tip rubbed over her g spot and soon she was quivering with her orgasm. Julian was too inexperienced to be aware of what she was getting from their fuck and just let his tip tell him what to do. He came on a thrust inside her and as he did she reached round to grasp his butt and pull him against her while he spurted.

Julian had never had an experience like it; he had made love to a lady older than his mother. Her soft body was bent over for him, offered for him and he felt a tremendous affection for Muriel. She stood up and his cock slipped out but instead of that being it she crouched before him and sucked his cock clean. He felt himself hardening as her mouth worked his cock. This time she stayed down and sucked on his tip while she stroked his shaft then licked along his shaft till she reached his balls sucking on each one till it nearly hurt and moving her mouth back to his tip then slipping her mouth over and taking him all the way in. he felt her gagging but she stayed down and from deep inside himself he came.

He spurted strongly expecting her to pull away but she stayed down and sucked hard as he came.

She stood and opened her mouth to show him his cum in there; then she closed her mouth, swallowed and opened again; all gone.

"I won't kiss you if you don't want, guys don't really like the taste of cum much- but I love yours."

He felt terribly fond of her; she had leapt to his defense when that girl had made the accusation and comforted him when it had all got too much for him and now this. It had been like a date; well it was a date really only she was such an amazing lover. What girl his age could have done that, and so patient?

'I think I love you Muriel," he told her hugging her as tightly as he could.

"Oh Julian," she murmured hugging back.

What was she doing she wondered. She was a respectable married woman, a pillar of the community, and she had given herself to this boy. She was risking everything and for what?

For love; to matter, to count in someone's life and suddenly all she was risking didn't seem that important anymore. Not now.

"I love you more than I can say Julian my darling. I'm a silly old woman, aren't I? You can tell me, I won't mind."

"You're not silly and you're not old Muriel, Don't say that, don't ever say that."

She rested her head on his shoulder as he held her tight and felt the joy of knowing that, at last, finally, she mattered to someone..

Sara and Kate left the coffee lounge a little after midnight. They held hands swinging their arms like little girls as they sometimes walked sometimes skipped along the deserted streets. They had both brought their cars and when they reached the car park suddenly the night was going to be over. It felt such a shock to Sara. From being the worst time of her life she had had the most wonderful night. It had been so wonderful and all because of her darling Kate. She made Kate promise to txt her and they would meet again after work tomorrow, no it was after midnight now, so; this evening. That sounded nicer. They had one last kiss and she was on her way.

Nana had gone to bed but woke up when she heard their car come up the driveway. She didn't drive anymore, not at sixty seven --just couldn't be bothered with all the impatient drivers in the world. She had prepared a supper and put the jug on. Sara looked happy she thought delightedly.

'Well darling, how did it go? Did they like your story?"

"I sort of got kicked out Nana," she admitted but instead of the sheepish expression she should have had she looked very pleased with herself. Something was up.

'That course cost me five hundred dollars darling so can we please go over the "sort of got kicked out" bit a little more."

That was as angry as Nana got and Sara felt as though a bucket of cold water had been flung in her face.

"Well it wasn't my...oh Nana I'm so sorry. I tried but they were so nasty to this other girl Kate's story and this stupid boy had read out the first page of that book we read a few years ago, The Sixty Niners -- remember it?"

Helen (known by her Grand daughter as 'Nana') listened intently.

"Go on; they didn't like this girl Kate's story and some kid read out a plagiarism? I might have to ask for a refund...so what happened next?"

And she told her, how the "at least she wrote it" line had 'slipped out' how they had been forced to leave and how she had come to feel so strongly about Kate. She didn't use the L word- she didn't need to.

"Before your mother died my darling I promised her that I would do everything in my power to make you happy. I'm getting on now doll. I am and I have to face facts, I won't be around for ever to look after you and you need someone."

Sara had put her head on an angle as she listened; Nana was always there, always and the thought she might not be terrified her.

"So tell me about Kate, pretty special, huh?"

"Oh Nana she is the most wonderful girl in the world. I love her Nana and she loves me."

Nana poured their tea and sat down beside her. She put her arm round Kate and kissed her cheek.

"I'm so proud of you Sara; I always have been- so was your Mom. She had such a hard life but she always said you made it all worthwhile."

And the city's newest lesbian turned in to her Nana and sobbed her heart out.

Muriel and Julian had got dressed and gone back to the car park where they had one last kiss and went their separate ways; Julian back to his parents' home and Muriel back to Charles. He was waiting for her.

'You're late."

"I'm over twenty one Charles."

"That's for sure."

"Oh God Charles! Its late and I'm tired."

'You're always tired."

"Go figure. Good night Charles, I'll sleep in the spare room."