Christine Rapoza

Susan Nikolas, third daughter of Stanton Nikolas of Nikloas Corporation, always had a mind of her own, even when seemingly minding her father’s phobias about public behavior.  The one most annoying to her was his homophobia when out of two sons, he had one openly gay and the other a closeted bisexual. Susan did not know what to call herself, believing that her erotic dreams of women did not necessarily make her a lesbian or bisexual.

Susan was raised in a small California town where her occasional trips out of town gave her a glimpse of what was beyond her father’s imposed boundaries. Until she met Caitlin McKenzie in Arizona, she was perfectly satisfied in taking brief trips out of her father’s reach, still not testing her curiosity about her sexuality.  Once Susan made up her mind to leave home, she felt unburdened as she headed to San Francisco in search of Caitlin.  While she looked, she met amazing people that introduced her to a sensuous world that her dreams hinted at.

I. Christie

Exert from Book: Chapter 4

Susan felt she was being studied and lifted her gaze to the tall redhead who was silently standing next to her table, looking down at her.

"Oh…hi," she gulped, hoping her flushed face from the thoughts she was having while watching the dancers was not readable in the dim lighting. Susan took a deep breath as she saw whom the towering woman was and what she was wearing. Caitlin McKenzie's hair was pulled back, probably tied behind her head. Her top consisted of a black woven leather vest, which showed off her nice muscular arms and shoulders and probably offered a good view of her cleavage if she should get eye level with her. Susan's eyes got stuck at the v shape of the vest, and then resumed their journey, down black jeans that snugly outlined long legs and ended over a pair of black silver tipped western boots. Half boot, Susan thought. No way to get full boot tops over those jean bottoms.

Ms. Nikolas' voice woke Caitlin out of her haze and she watched the light blue lantern eyes slowly move over her body, liking the feel the gaze did to her stomach.

"Ms. Nikolas. Having a relaxing night?" That is a hungry look I did not expect to see from her…or for that matter, see her in a place like this. Probably the booze.

The pale blue eyes returned to Caitlin's for a moment and both women held their breaths as they disengaged their thoughts that threatened to manifest into something incredibly stupid.

"Can you call me, Susan?" Susan leaned back in her chair with an abrupt movement, breaking the spell for both, but the rush Susan received from the view seemed to heighten the effect of the three drinks.

"Susan…" Caitlin corrected, "you look like you've had quite a few."

Susan smiled and held up her fingers showing three. "I just came in here to use the phone but…you know, I've never seen a phone line so long before, have you?"

Caitlin sighed and pulled out a chair. Should she tell her the long line was to the restroom?

"What do you need the phone for?"

"I need a ride home."

Caitlin's eyebrow rose. " California?"

"Oh, no! To the hotel." She giggled at the thought of asking Caitlin for a lift that far and her saying yes.

What a ride that would be, two thoughts marveled.

Susan leaned forward, her elbows thumping on the table. Caitlin leaned forward also, wondering what Susan had to say.

"You see that couple over there?"

Caitlin did not have to look, but she did.

"Yes."

"She's getting finger fucked on the floor. Are they allowed to do that?" Say yes and I'll ask you for a dance neither of us will forget, Ms. McKenzie.

Caitlin suddenly had the urge to laugh but instead looked down at her hands to hide the big grin. The desire in the blue eyes was giving Caitlin a hot rush. Something she had not felt in a long time. The barmaid came over, placed Caitlin's flavor near her hand, and asked Susan if she wanted another of the same.

Susan leaned forward again, and Caitlin leaned forward too. "Can you give me a lift back to my hotel?"

"Right now?"

"Oh, no. It's starting to get interesting. That other bar I was at didn't have this type of dancing going on." And you are not yet primed, Ms. Caitlin McKenzie. Give me another thirty minutes.

"Sure, why not?" Why not? Caitlin McKenzie, you know why not! You just described her as trouble. Surely you don't want to get into that? Ouch. Was that a Freudian slip? Okay, so I'm tempted by those damn eyes…but, I'm not that crazy…yet.

"Get me a Southern Comfort on the rocks." Susan smiled at the booted barmaid and let her eyes rest on her bottom as she turned to walk away.

"That's your preference?" Caitlin asked surprised.

"Don't have a preference. I'm still…testing and tasting." Susan wore a grin on her face as she thought about the woman's bottom. And what were you referring to Ms. McKenzie?

Caitlin thought she had referred to the drink, but the way Susan's eyes rested on Jan's bottom she wondered if she meant that about other things in her life. Silently she groaned; however, she was curious.

Susan's eyes returned to the dance floor watching only the dirty dancers and by her breathing, Caitlin could tell she was aroused. Caitlin's eyes wandered over the figure before her, stopping at the curve of the breasts that pushed out from the soft silk blouse. She was not wearing a bra. Caitlin could see the nipples were hard and…she tilted her head a little sideways. It looked like Ms. Nikolas was wearing nipple rings. Caitlin closed her eyes and said a little prayer to get her safely through this evening.

The music changed and the dancers on the floor changed. Caitlin could see also a change in Susan's expression. The tip of a pink tongue was drawn across her pinker lips which Caitlin thought must be numb by this time as she sipped half her drink that Jan had served in a larger glass than usual. The blue eyes blinked a few times and a small sigh escaped her lips as she gazed after the couple she had been watching. They were putting on their coats to leave.

Susan returned her attention back to Caitlin. She leaned over the table and Caitlin did her thing and leaned toward her.

"Hey…" she tried to keep her voice down in the noisy atmosphere.

Caitlin could see what the next comment was going to be and she imaged in her head the room becoming dramatically quiet just as she shouted her realization that she was in a women's bar.

"Want to dance?"

Caitlin's mouth dropped. She thought for sure….

Susan smiled and with a finger extended, she lifted Caitlin's jaw back in place.