UNFINISHED BUSINESS

Jeanne D'eau

(Inspired by the 1968 film "Vixen!")

Author's note: The first lesbian love scene I ever saw on film was between Erica Gavin and Vincene Wallace in a Russ Meyer film entitled Vixen! It was amazing to me, highly erotic, and too short - with a totally unsatisfying ending. The character of Vixen Palmer was that of a cold, manipulating sexual predator, out for herself - very sexy and delightful to look at, but not a very likeable person. I found myself wondering how I might have done the film differently in Meyer's shoes. That led to my wondering about the characters, how they might be different, as well as how the story might have continued offscreen. This story was the result. Incidentally, I never liked the name "Vixen" - appropriate for Meyer's character, but not the way I re-imagined her - so her name was changed to "Vikki" in this version. Also, Part I is taken directly from the film. If you've seen it recently, or are familiar with it, you can skip it and start with Part II.

Part I: Summer Encounter

The early evening sun shone brightly through the pine trees as Vikki walked outdoors. Casually, she lit a cigarette and puffed as she strolled across the field that separated their summer house from the guest cabin.

May as well check on our guest, she thought mischievously. Nothing else to do, since Tom and Dave were out in the jeep exploring some of the bush. Besides, Vikki was genuinely concerned for Dave's wife, Janet, who'd been left behind. Despite everything else, Vikki wanted to maintain good relations with all their guests…

She arrived at the porch of the guest cabin a minute or so later. She peeked through the thin curtains that covered the door window. There, on the bed, was Janet, lying on the bed, clad only in a short red silk nightie and panties. She had a glass of something in her hand (probably alcoholic) which she was stirring slowly with her finger. Vikki tapped on the glass softly.

"I don't want any company," came the sullen voice from within.

"Janet, its me -- Vikki."

Janet looked up with a displeased expression. "What do you want?" she pouted. "All the men are gone…"

"I know," replied Vikki.

Janet turned her face away, staring down into her drink. "Well, what do you want?"

"Are you all right?"

Janet took a long drink. Still staring down into her drink, she said sullenly, "I'm getting stoned…"

Vikki pulled her sunglasses down and peeked more closely into the cabin, looking around. A small grin came to her face. "I said, are you all right?"

"No!" Janet retorted.

Slowly, Vikki removed her sunglasses, turned the doorknob and opened the door. Sticking her head inside, she asked, "May I come in…?"

Janet looked up at Vikki briefly, then turned back to her drink. "Not unless you like bourbon," she sighed.

Vikki's mischievous grin grew wider as she tentatively opened the door wider and stepped in. She stepped to the end of the bed, putting her hands on the footboard, regarding Janet's voluptuous, lingerie-clad figure -- not unlike her own body…

She said, matter-of-factly, "I thought you could use some company."

Janet looked up briefly at Vikki with an expression that was at once hostile and resigned. "Nobody likes to drink alone," she said with a sigh. "I'm sure I won't be as entertaining as my husband…but you're welcome to the bourbon, anyway."

With a toss of her long dark brown hair, Vikki glance over at the bottle on the nightstand, walked over, never taking her eyes off of Janet. Janet's seductive blue eyes watched every move…slowly, she raised one long, shapely leg.

Vikki ran her doe-brown eyes appreciatively over Janet's curvaceous body. She turned away momentarily to pick up a metal tumbler. As she dropped a pair of ice-cubes into it, she turned back to Janet, whose eyes were still on her…for a moment, Vikki imagined her completely naked…a vision she found pleasing.

Vikki turned to pick up her tumbler of bourbon, then turned back to Janet. Their eyes met. Janet raised her glass in a half-hearted toast. Vikki smiled, raising her tumbler, and the two women drank.

A half-hour passed, and the amber liquid in the brown bottle diminished substantially. Considerably mellowed by the bourbon, Vikki sat on the mattress near the head of the bed, leaning back against the headboard. She played with her tumbler by rolling it between her palms. Janet, meanwhile, lie on her back sideways on the bed with her head hanging off. Her long, strawberry-blonde hair streamed toward the floor; she had her legs in the air, making pedaling motions.

Vikki continued to look at Janet with the same mischievous expression. Janet lifted her glass and turned it upside down toward her face. Finding it empty, she stopped pedaling. Lowering her legs, she began to raise herself up.

Drunkenly, Janet murmured "There's another bottle 'round here somewhere -- "

Gently, Vikki pushed her back down. "I'll get it," she said softly. "Just show me."

Janet threw one arm backward. "There in the dresser," she replied. "Top drawer 'n th' left…"

Vikki got up, went over to the dresser and found the bottle. As she began to pour herself another drink, she gazed over at Janet, who again had her legs in the air. "Janet," she said softly.

Still on her back with her legs in the air, Janet grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. "What?" she replied listlessly.

Vikki continued slowly pouring bourbon into her tumbler. Looking back down, she softly said, "Nothing," as if changing her mind about what she was about to say.

Janet rolled back over onto her stomach and glared at Vikki. "You do okay for your self," she said sullenly.

Vikki just grinned as she looked down at her drink. Finally, she turned around and looked at Janet with a wide-eyed expression. "You mean, with men?" she asked innocently.

"I don't mean with monkeys," Janet retorted. She sat up against the headboard as Vikki returned to the bed. Vikki sat down near the foot of the bed.

"Are you angry about this afternoon?" Vikki asked.

"Did something happen this afternoon?" Janet responded sarcastically. Vikki simply grinned and looked down into her tumbler, running a finger around the rim. Suddenly, Janet fell forward, pounding a fist into the mattress. "Don't be so damn cute!" she said angrily, looking up at Vikki. Vikki raised her eyes, watching as Janet rolled on to her back. She lifted one leg, resting her foot on the headboard. "I don't mind Dave making it in the bushes with you…it's just that…I haven't had any fun for over a month, now…"

Vikki simply stared at Janet as she spoke…again, she began to imagine Janet naked…

"Look at me," Janet murmured drunkenly. "I've got a sexy body…"

Vikki began to fantasize about Janet…watching her writhe as she caressed herself…

"Don't I have a beautiful body…?" Janet continued, wistfully.

Vikki licked her lips and raised an eyebrow. "Actually, you're in better shape than I am," she replied.

Janet raised another leg, caressing her own thigh. Looking up at Vikki, she declared, "Of course -- you've never seen me naked. A lot of women look good until they take their clothes off."

Vikki's face broke into a big smile.

"But me," Janet continued, "I look even better without my clothes." She began running her hands over her breasts and began to fumble with the strings that held her nightie on. "Here…I'll show you…"

Vikki reached over. "Let me help you," she said, taking the strings and undoing them. "It's very simple, see…"

Janet twisted away. Struggling into an upright sitting position, she said, "Lemme do it…"

"Darling," Vikki insisted, "let me help you." Slowly, between the two of them, they slipped the red nightie off of Janet.

Janet leaned back against the headboard. "Can't even get my own clothes off," she said sullenly.

"Then I'll get them off for you," Vikki responded with a smile putting her hands on Janet's shoulders.

Janet slipped down on to her back, her head on the pillows. Spreading her arms, she managed a slight smile. "Take my clothes off, señor," she said drunkenly.

Vikki giggled at that. "Señor?" She put her hands on Janet's thighs. "Alright, I'll pretend I'm a big man, and I can't wait to take your clothes off. Here -- turn over."

Slowly, Janet turned back over on to her stomach. Slowly, Vikki undid Janet's bra straps. She felt her pulse quickening at the feel of Janet's bare skin…"Here, lift up," she murmured as she slipped the red bra out from under Janet. Vikki began to massage her back gently.

"Wait a minute," said Janet. She turned her head to look up at Vikki. "Wait a minute -- you gotta take your clothes off, too."

Vikki smiled at the invitation. Slowly, but without hesitation, she stood up and began to unbutton her blouse, gazing at Janet seductively.

Janet watched appreciatively. "So that's what my husband was after," she said. "Not bad…" Vikki unzipped her jeans and began to push them off. "Not bad," Janet repeated, almost in awe of Vikki's beautiful, voluptuous body. She noticed how similar Vikki's proportions were to her own as Vikki began to slip out of her bra. With a mixture of vanity and frank admiration, Janet nodded, "I gotta admit, that's not bad at all."

Now clad only in panties, like Janet, she grinned down at Janet mischievously. "What you need is some cheering up!" she declared, jumping on the bed and on top of Janet, straddling her hips.

Janet writhed back and forth, laughing as she struggled weakly. "Stop!" she giggled as Vikki placed her hands gently on her body.

"What's that?" Vikki asked softly, indicating a small mark on Janet's right breast.

Janet looked down. "It's nothing," she said. She looked up at Vikki, meeting her eyes. " A mole…"

"A mole…?" Vikki asked. Slowly, she began caressing Janet's skin -- gently, sensuously… Janet's chest began to heave slightly as her breathing grew faster…

"Your skin -- is so soft," said Vikki, with a slight quiver in her voice. "How do you keep it that way…?"

"I don't use anything special," Janet replied. A shudder went through her as Vikki's hands caressed her breasts.

Vikki ran her hands down over Janet's waist and up her own arms. There was a brief gasp as she caressed her own arms, then ran her hands back over Janet's body. She began to tremble slightly. Her voice still quivering, she stammered, "My skin isn't nearly as s-soft as yours." She touched Janet's arms. "Feel."

Janet raised her hands and began to caress Vikki's breasts. Again, Vikki gasped at Janet's touch. Her body began to tremble even more…

Janet murmured breathlessly, "I feel funny…" As the two women continued caressing each other, she said, "It's touching your skin…that makes me feel funny…"

Vikki's pulse was racing now. She whispered, "I f-feel fantastic, touching your skin…"

"You do…?" Janet replied. She gazed deeply into Vikki's eyes…seeing things and experiencing sensations she'd never known before. "How…?"

"I know it's strange," Vikki stammered, as if struggling to find the words. "…b-but your b-body…is r-really turning me on…"

Janet felt as if she were on fire. She began caressing Vikki's thighs, savouring the smooth, silky texture of Vikki's skin. "Is there something wrong with us?"

Vikki massaged Janet's breasts gently -- almost lovingly. "Wrong…? Why?" she finally asked.

"'S your hands… sure feel good…" Janet responded slowly.

Vikki moved one hand up, over Janet's chest and placed it against her soft cheek tenderly. Her breath was coming in short sobs, now…slowly, she began to bend over, bringing her face closer to Janet's. "T-turn over," she begged.

Blissfully, Janet rolled over on to her stomach. She sighed as Vikki began massaging her back. Vikki began to bend forward, stretching her legs out, as her hands moved over Janet's shoulders and up her neck. She began running her fingertips gently over Janet's face, exploring tenderly.

Janet sighed again, closing her eyes. Suddenly, she felt Vikki's lips and tongue on the back of her neck. She turned her head, reaching back to touch Vikki's face. Vikki ran her hands through Janet's thick hair, pushing it aside as she caressed the back of Janet's neck with her lips and tongue.

The sensations Janet was feeling -- emanating from her loins, but spreading throughout her body -- were threatening to overwhelm her. As Vikki continued to kiss the back of her neck, Janet grabbed the mattress, squeezing it…though her eyes were closed, she could sense Vikki's face tantalizingly close to her own. She pictured covering Vikki's sensuous lips with her own…what would it be like? How would it feel? The vision of she and Vikki kissing each other's mouths was almost too much…she turned her head, but Vikki's face was just out of reach. Janet sighed, gripping the mattress even more tightly…

Vikki pushed away, raising up a little. "T-turn over," she said.

Once again, Janet rolled over on to her back. This time, Vikki lay down full length on top of Janet. . Almost automatically, Janet entwined her legs with Vikki's, sliding her arms around Vikki's waist. Vikki's's lips were only an inch away from Janet's. Vikki murmured, "H-have you…ever made l-love…with a woman…?"

"No," Janet sighed.

"It's a change of pace," Vikki replied, sliding her arms under Janet. The two women embraced tightly, squeezing their breasts together, their bodies writhing against each other.

"A girl could learn a lot from you, Vikki," Janet murmured breathlessly.

"S-so could a man!" Vikki gasped quickly. With that, she fastened her mouth onto Janet's in a deep, passionate kiss.

Eagerly, Janet sucked Vikki's tongue into her mouth, thrusting her own tongue deeply into Vikki's. Their tongues were like two snakes, dueling in the warm, wet cavern of their joined mouths and lips. Mouths locked together, they kissed hungrily, desperately as their bodies writhed together in building ecstasy…

Time seemed to stop for both of them…even at the best times, it had never felt like this for Janet…she had never known kisses as sweet, as lustful and as passionate as the endless kiss she was sharing with Vikki at that moment…

Finally, they broke away, turning their heads so they were cheek-to-cheek. Eyes closed, they gasped for air, clinging even more tightly to one another…

Janet could feel the warm dampness through the thin fabric of Vikki's panties as she thrust and ground her hips against Janet's thigh. Janet cupped Vikki's heaving buttocks, pulling her closer. She wanted to feel all of Vikki…Janet wondered what it would be like if they were completely naked, rubbing their bare mounds together…she began to tug at Vikki's panties. Janet turned to face back to Vikki…Vikki kissed her neck and face. Trembling lips open, ready to meet in yet another long, deep kiss, Janet prepared to plunge her tongue again into Vikki's warm, inviting mouth --

Suddenly, there was the sound of a motor, and a vehicle pulling into the compound. Outside, a man's voice said, "Want to come in for a drink?" It was Tom!

Another man's voice replied, "No thank you, Tom -- I'd better see how Janet is doing. She was none too happy this morning." And Dave!

Damn! Their husbands had come back early from their excursion!

Quickly, Vikki sprang out of the bed and began pulling her clothes on.

"What's the matter?" Janet whined.

"Shhh!" said Vikki. "Here comes your husband!"

Janet rolled her eyes in exasperation. "My husband?"

Vikki steeped out of the cabin just as Dave was walking up. "Hi!" she said brightly.

"Fancy meeting you here," Dave said.

"Yes -- ah, Janet wasn't feeling too well, so I decided to spend some time with her," Vikki replied, remembering the past hour.

"How is she now?"

"We both got a little…uh, stoned…"

"Well, maybe you should have come with us," Dave said.

"Janet and I had a nice time," Vikki smiled, patting Dave's collar. She began to walk away. "Have a nice evening," she said.

Dave reached out and attempted to grab Vikki around the waist. He pulled her back and tried to kiss her.

"Uh-uh!" said Vikki sharply. "Not tonight, Mr. Kincaid," she added with the same mischievous grin. "It's your wife's turn." And with that, Vikki turned and walked away with a big smile on her face.

Part II: Autumn Missives

Tom and Vikki returned to Vancouver later that summer. At the beginning of September, a letter arrived addressed to Vikki.

31 August

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Dear Vikki:

Was thinking of you, and that evening we spent with the bourbon.

Honestly, I hated most of the time Dave and I were up there…and I didn't much care for you, either. Amazing how a little bourbon can change someone's views about someone…

Mostly, I'm sorry we didn't get to spend more time together, just the two of us. You were right about making love with a woman -- it was a 'change of pace.' I hated the fact that we were interrupted. Tell me, was it your first time with another woman as well?

Anyway, I haven't been able to get it out of my mind -- the way your smooth skin felt against mine, our tits squeezing together, and mostly the way we kissed. I've never kissed like that before -- I still fantasize about it. I wish we could have explored each other more…

We have unfinished business, you and I. Sometime, I want to come see you and finish what we started. Maybe you don't want that -- maybe this was just a 'fling' for you like it was with Dave.

When I think that, I want to hate you. But I don't think it was -- the way we looked at each other before Dave and I flew off that last day…I think, in spite of your casual approach to sex, it was as special to you as it was to me.

Anyway -- write back sometime, if you want.

Much love,

Janet

* * *

15 September

Vancouver, BC

Dear Janet,

Sorry it took me a while to write back. A lot of things going on. You may as well know -- Tom and I are splitting up. I don't know that it's his fault, or mine -- we just seem to be growing apart.

I think I meant it to be a 'fling' -- or at least an experiment.

Making love with another woman has been my favourite masturbation fantasy since I was thirteen (let me know ifI'm being too forward!) I was going through some strange things last summer, and I think I was trying to find the answer through sex. I really wasn't a very nice person.

I don't know what happened between us that evening. I know being tipsy had something to do with it -- and I was truthful when I said your body was really turning me on.

It still does -- I find myself thinking about you all the time.

I'm going up to Prince George for the holidays -- an old friend has an apartment up there, but she's going to the States for a few weeks, and is letting me stay there whileI get my act together.

I'd love it if you'd come visit.

Write or call soon -- I miss you.

Love always,

Vikki

* * *

25 September

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Dear Vikki:

I was so happy to get your letter (finally!) I'm also glad to know that time we were together was special to you like it was for me.

Of course I want to come see you in Prince George -- actually, I'll be going through there on the train around 12 December -- my family's getting together in Prince Rupert. But I'd love to stop over for a few days and see you again. (Dave's not coming -- he's going ice-fishing with his mates up in Alaska. I could care less.)

I only wish I could come to Vancouver to see you sooner, but its hard to get away by myself right now.

About being "too forward:" I'm glad you shared that with me. I want you to feel like you can share anything with me. I'll tell you a secret: my favourite masturbation fantasy is almost the same -- except most of the time, its just remembering us making love (as short as that was).

Sometimes, I imagine it went further, and that we spent the whole night together -- I get wet every time I think of us kissing and being naked!

I just want to kiss every part of you, but especially your mouth -- I want to suck your sweet tongue while we feel each other --

Okay, I better stop this. I'm just getting hot and frustrated. Anyway, I gotta go for now. Dave just walked in the door.

Take care -- write back soon.

Love you!

Janet

* * *

12 October

Vancouver, BC

Dear Janet:

Happy Thanksgiving! Got your letter last Friday -- God, I had no idea!

But please, feel free to write letters like that to me any time you want.

I wish I could come up to Saskatoon and see you, but frankly, the thought of encountering Dave again turns my stomach. And I doubt he'd leave us alone together. What did I see in him? Or Tom, for that matter? A penis? I guess that must have been it -- but frankly darling, since our evening together, I've come to conclude that penises are WAY over-rated. I'll take your sweet, beautiful body tangled up with mine over THAT any time.

When you fantasize about us making love, what do you think about? I like to think about our legs all wrapped around each other while we hug and kiss and rub our tits together. You do have the most marvelous legs, darling Janet. I think the next time we're together, I shall have to lick the insides of your beautiful thighs. After that, I want to explore every centimetre of your delicious body with my tongue -- but especially your sweet, wonderful mouth.

I love you!

Always,

Vikki

* * *

23 October

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Dear Vikki:

Your last letter got me so HOT, I didn't know what to do! It made me miss you and want you all the more.

Dave and I drove down to Chicago last weekend -- some stupid hunters' convention. While he was off boozing away with the boys, I went for a walk, and found this cute little out-of-the theatre near our hotel. Since I didn't have anything else to do, so I decided to see the movie.

It was a WONDERFULLY erotic film about two girls at this dreadful Catholic school -- "Isabel and Thérese" was the name of it. Anyway, these two girls fall in love with each other, and toward the end, finally make love in the woods at night.

I won't tell you how it ends, but its sort of sad.

It made me think of you and me. Oh, Vikki -- I love you, too!

Do you think we could make love in the woods sometime?

As a matter of fact, when I got back to our room that night., (Dave didn't show up until way after I was asleep -- just as well) I made a list of all the places I think we should make love. It got kind of long, but here's a short version: the woods, a beach, a steam-bath (I really like that one!), the shower, in front of a fireplace. Okay, I know its not imaginative, but oh well!

The next day, I went to this art museum -- and I found a print that was SO EROTIC, I bought two -- one for each of us. It's of a painting called "Sleep" by a Frenchman named Courbet. I read that he did it back in the 1840's for a Turkish sultan.

I won't say anything about it…you'll just have to wait and see it when I bring it in December!

Gotta go,

Love and (especially!) kisses,

Janet

* * *

3 November

Vancouver, BC

Dear Janet:

Wish I'd been able to go to Chicago with you. Sounds like it was fun.

I want us to take a trip together sometime -- maybe Hawaii, or Barbados. Somewhere we can get naked in the sun together. Find a secluded spot somewhere and spend a week wrapped around each other.

You know what I think would be totally erotic? It'd be for us to get naked together, and then we'd kiss -- just with tongues. It'd be like a game -- we'd be naked, but the only part we could touch is tongues -- no lips, hands, anything. Oh, and we'd have to keep our eyes open, too. We could lick, caress, taste -- anything we wanted, but only on each other's tongues. So we tongue-play like that, looking into each other's eyes, but not touching until one (or both!) of us can't stand it anymore, and grabs the other one.

(The wonderful thing about this game is that it doesn't matter which one of us gives in first -- we both win!)

I've never seen "Sleep." What's it a painting of?

I'll be heading up to Prince George next week -- the new address is on the envelope, so write to me there.

Can't wait to play "Tongues" with you!

Love you so much,

Vikki

* * *

13 November

Saskatoon, Sasketchewan

Dear Vikki:

Love the "Tongues" idea. Of course, I'd love any excuse to have your mouth mine. Before last summer, I don't remember ever being so obsessed over kissing! I remember saying how I hadn't 'had any fun in a month' – but really, sweet one -- I didn't even know the meaning of the word before!

Thinking about it, Dave was a terrible kisser -- when he even did it at all. I don't even like being with him anymore. Not that he misses it -- he's always off drinking with his mates, or going on some "Great Outdoors" excursion.

Anyway -- less than a month, now! I got my train ticket last week. I'll be in Prince George around 5:30 on the 11th. My cousins aren't expecting me in Prince Rupert until the 18th -- so I have a week to play with (or play with you?!?)

I found an interesting book at the library up here -- its called "Western Guide To The Kama Sutra." Its this book from India, all about sex. Believe it or not, there's a whole section in there about women making love with each other!

Remember we were thinking it was strange, or 'funny?' Turns out it happens all the time. It also showed women in these different positions together -- and I want us to try all of them! Unfortunately, it was in this part of the library where you can't check the books out. (I wonder if they even know its down there -- or what's in it? They'd probably censor it if they did!)

There's one position where two women sort of "straddle" each other -- I can't remember the name for it -- anyway, its hard to describe. Its Like "scissors," and you're rubbing your clits together -- it makes me hot, thinking about doing that with you, except it's hard to kiss when you're in that position. Maybe we could figure something out -- I love the idea of our rubbing clits, but I'd still want to be kissing your sweet mouth. When we're tongue-kissing, it's like we're inside each other. It's almost like fucking, but better. Fucking doesn't seem to mean much -- like when you did Dave in the bushes.

Did he even kiss you? He never did me. Kissing -- that's something else. I sometimes think lips and tongues are the most intimate thing. It's almost where it all starts, you know? Before being with you, I never thought about it as 'making love.' Now, it just seems to mean the same thing as 'kiss.'

Sorry -- I'm just rambling.

Anyway, I'll see you in a little less than four weeks!

Love you,

Janet

P.S. You're just going to have to wait to find out what 'Sleep' is!

-J.

* * *

24 November

Prince George, BC

Dear Janet:

I'm getting totally WET thinking about you being here -- I can't wait. A lot of nights, I just have to 'take matters into my own hands,' if you get my meaning. I get myself off, pretending its you -- I want to do that with you, by the way. I think we should masturbate together while we kiss -- and then do it to each other. What do you think?

I'm also sending a little picture book I found --- if you don't get it with this letter, it should arrive in a day or so. I hope it inspires you!

Love always,

Vikki

P.S. The phone # here is (604) 555-2678. Call me as soon as you get here!

-- V.

* * *

2 December

Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

Dear Vikki:

Little over a week to go!

I LOVED the picture book -- 'Sappho By The Sea.' The poetry was beautiful, too. I look at it while masturbating, pretending the two women are you and me.

I'm reading a book right now called 'The Luscious Art of Kissing.' It's given me some WONDERFUL ideas that I can't wait to try with you!

I LOVE you!!!!

Always,

Janet

* * *

8 December

Prince George, BC

My darling Janet:

I can't wait to see what you've learned from that book.

I await you with quivering lips and baited breath.

Love always,

Vikki

Part III: Winter Reunion

Vikki sat on the bench at the depot casually, puffing a cigarette. Against the deep December cold of a Canadian winter evening, she'd worn a fur hat, leather gloves, spike-heeled boots and a long, heavy fur coat that came to her ankles.

Underneath, she was wearing nearly nothing.

Slowly, staring at the door that led to the tracks, she crossed one long, shapely leg over the other; the fur coat opened up, revealing a generous exposure of thigh.

To an observer, she appeared blasé, even bored.

In fact, Vikki's pulse was racing. Her nipples were erect in anticipation; she squeezed her crossed legs tighter together.

"Trans-Canada Express from Montreal, Toronto, Saskatoon and Edmonton now arriving on Track Two," came the announcement over the loudspeaker. "Continuing on to Prince Rupert at 6:45."

Vikki continued to sit quietly, casually, watching the door through which Janet would appear shortly.

A few minutes later, disembarking passengers began drifting through the door. A few stopped to smile or return Vikki's gaze as she studied each one. Vikki looked right through them…

Where is she? Vikki began thinking as the crowd coming through the door was thinning. Did she change her mind? Janet frowned and dropped her gaze for a moment --

"Vikki…?"

Vikki looked up. Standing in front of her was a woman, about her size and build. She was clad in a long, dark sheepskin cloak with a hood. The woman threw the hood back to reveal seductive blue eyes and long, strawberry-blonde hair that cascaded down on to her shoulders…

"Janet!" Vikki replied, with a slight tremor in her voice.

Janet smiled and nodded excitedly.

Slowly, Vikki rose to her feet. Her first impulse was to throw her arms around Janet's neck and fasten her mouth on to hers in a deep, passionate kiss…

Instead, she and Janet embraced lightly, kissing each other quickly on the cheek.

"I'm so glad you could make it," Vikki said almost shyly.

"Me, too," Janet replied. The two women gazed into each other's eyes for several seconds, then burst out giggling.

"Shall we go?" Vikki asked.

"Let's do," replied Janet. She picked up her suitcase, and the two started for the street exit arm-in-arm.

Outside, Vikki hailed a cab. She opened the back door for Janet as the driver got out to put the suitcase into the boot. As they got into the back seat, Vikki asked, "Are you hungry? Have you eaten?"

Janet's eyes sparkled. She leaned over, putting her lips near Vikki's ear. "I'm close to starving," she replied in a conspiratorial tone. "But not for food," she added quickly, covertly flicking the tip of her tongue across Vikki's ear.

When the driver slid into the front behind the wheel, Vikki said, "1651-B 10th Avenue." She leaned forward and slipped the driver a ten-dollar bill. The driver nodded, taking the bill.

As the taxi started forward, Vikki turned toward Janet. Leaning over, she whispered in Janet's ear. "Underneath this coat, I'm nearly naked," she said, tracing the edge of Janet's ear with her tongue.

Janet turned. The two gazed longingly into each other's eyes. Slowly, Janet took Vikki's hand, and the two interlaced their fingers. Gradually, Janet guided Vikki's hand to the edge of her sheepskin cloak and lifted it up slightly. She placed Vikki's hand on her knee.

Still gazing into Janet's eyes, Vikki began running her hand up Janet's bare thigh -- higher, higher. Almost to her hips, and no trace of clothing. Finally, Vikki's fingertips encountered silk at the juncture of Janet's thighs. The smooth fabric was warm and slightly damp…

Janet closed her eyes and gasped slightly at the touch of Vikki's fingers on her sex.

Slowly, Janet closed her hand around Vikki's arm and leaned toward her. They were about to kiss when the driver said, "Everything okay back there?"

Quickly, Vikki withdrew her hand and the two women sat upright. "Oh yes -- everything's fine," Vikki said quickly.

They commenced holding hands. Their fingers again intertwined, and they spent the remainder of the trip stroking and caressing the soft skin of each other's hands, sitting up and looking straight ahead as they did so.

By the time they arrived at the apartment, Vikki was about to explode. Several slight tremors had risen from her loins up through her body…she felt as if she would have to rip Janet's clothes off and suck, lick and kiss every inch of her body right then and there...

As if reading her mind, Janet turned to her. "Be patient, darling," she whispered playfully as the cab stopped in front of the apartment building. "I promise, it'll be well worth the wait."

The driver got out and fetched Janet's suitcase from the boot. "Need help?" he asked as Janet and Vikki emerged from the back.

Vikki took the suitcase. It was surprisingly light. "No thanks -- keep the change," she said. The driver nodded, got in and pulled away.

"You travel light, don't you?" Vikki asked, as she took Janet by the hand and led her up the steps. Though the night was freezing, the steps seemed relatively dry and ice-free.

Janet giggled. "Actually, I sent most of my stuff ahead to my family in Prince Rupert," she said, holding on to a railing.

"Not planning to stay long?" Vikki asked with a trace of disappointment.

"It's not that," Janet reassured her with a smile. "I just didn't think I'd need much in the way of clothes while I was were."

Vikki giggled as she opened the door of the apartment. "Maybe not," she replied.

Janet closed the door behind them. The two women stood in a small entryway. Immediately in front of them was a short hallway with a closet door on one side. Beyond the short hallway, it opened into a large living room. Janet could see a sofa and the edge of a mantel, but not much else.

Vikki turned, slipping her arms around Janet's waist. "Welcome to my temporary pad," she said earnestly. She looked up with a seductive smile, looked back at Janet then tossed her head in an upward motion, looking up as she did so.

Janet followed Vikki's gaze. Over them hung a sprig of mistletoe.

Janet giggled. "Vikki, darling -- that's sweet -- " at this point she moved her face much closer to Vikki's " -- but surely you didn't think I'd need an excuse ?"

Vikki sighed, parted her lips and prepared for the kiss she was sure was coming. What she got from Janet was totally unexpected.

Janet brushed her lips lightly, caressingly, over Vikki's. For several seconds, she rubbed her lips against Vikki's in an airy, teasing way, ending by flicking her tongue over Vikki's upper lip.

Vikki felt as thought she might faint; her knees went weak with the feelings of desire that welled up from her loins. She opened her eyes.

Janet said brightly, "Well -- ? Aren't you going to ask me in?"

Slowly, wordlessly, Vikki took Janet by the hand and led her into the living room.

In front of the fireplace, Vikki had arranged a large fur rug and several pillows propped up against the foot of the sofa. "Make yourself at home," Vikki said with a smile. She then turned to the fireplace, picked up a poker and stirred the glowing embers. She ten picked up a few more pieces of wood and set them inside. "There, she said, rubbing her hands together. "That should come back in a few minutes -- "

Vikki turned back to find Janet lying on the fur rug amid the pillows, completely naked, looking up at her with a seductive smile.

Vikki returned Janet's smile as she slowly slipped out of her coat and pulled off the spike-heeled boots. Underneath the coat, Vikki had worn little more than panties herself. Gazing into Janet's baby-blue eyes, Vikki slipped the panties off. She knelt down on the fur rug, then turned, arranging herself so she lay next to Janet.

Vikki and Janet rolled over on to their sides, face-to-face. "Hi," said Janet quietly.

"Hi yourself," replied Vikki. The two women slipped their arms around each other. Vikki raised one leg, resting her thigh along Janet's hip; Janet began caressing Vikki's thigh gently. Eyes open, gazes locked, they began to kiss; Janet took Vikki's lower lip between her own lips, running her tongue over it, then doing the same thing to her upper lip.

Suddenly, without warning, Janet thrust her tongue deep into Vikki's mouth. She caressed the roof of Vikki's mouth with the tip of her tongue, ran it over her gums, then circled Vikki's tongue with her own three or four times before pulling away.

Both women were gasping. "My god, Janet," Vikki panted.

Again, Janet ran her tongue over Vikki's lips. "Shhhh, darling," she whispered. "Don't talk."

They exchanged several brief kisses. Then Janet reached to the back of her head and let her long, strawberry-blonde hair fall loosely about her shoulders. She said, "Just give me you tongue -- and make love with me…"

Vikki sighed and parted her lips. Almost lazily, she and Janet slid their tongues into each other's mouths. Gently, playfully, they began gnawing on each others' tongues…sucking, licking and exploring each other’s mouths…slowly, Janet ran her hand up along Vikki’s thigh, grabbing her hip and pulling Vikki’s sex tighter against her own. As they kissed, the two women started moving their hips together, grinding and rubbing against each other…slowly, but with gradually increasing speed.

Their lips parted…Vikki’s opened doe eyes to gaze into Janet’s blue ones. She rubbed against Janet’s leg, working her hand behind Janet’s thigh and caressing her sex tenderly with her fingertips. Janet gasped at Vikki’s touch.

“I love you,” whispered Vikki, breathlessly.

“Oh…Vikki…” gasped Janet. “I love you…”

Once again, their lips came together with an almost brutal force as the two women began thrusting their tongues deep into each other’s mouths hungrily...

As they made love, the flames leapt higher...both in the fireplace, and in their writhing, sweat-slicked bodies. Rising up onto their knees like two animals locked in an erotic parody of combat, they grasped each other. Vikki began licking Janet's face...neck...chest...

Janet gasped as Vikki ran her tongue over her voluptuous breasts, licking and sucking every centimetre...

She worked her way down, over her stomach, then her flanks...over the generous curve of her hip...

Slowly, Janet lay back. She stretched her legs out. Tenderly, Vikki caressed the warm skin on Janet's hips, running her fingers through the silky hair of her pubes. She gazed into Janet's eyes as she began to run her fingers lighty over her swollen clitoris.

Janet's eyes opened wide. She gasped for air and began moaning as Vikki continued caressing her clit.

Her eyes still locked on Janet's, Vikki moved her head forward and to the side. Raising Janet's leg, she began to lick and suck the soft skin of her inner thigh - first one, then the other - moving higher, higher...

"Ohhhh....ohhh myyy gaawwwd..." cried Janet as Vikki began kissing and licking the firey center of her desire.

It went on and on for what seemed an eternity - yet too short a time. Janet felt the throbbing sensation, deep within her being...she closed her eyes and the world began to disappear into a soft, pink haze...

Suddenly, Vikki was gone from between her thighs. Fingers replaced tongue and lips, and Janet felt Vikki's hot breath on her cheek...her lips...

Janet opened her mouth as wide as she could, extending her tongue down over her chin as she panted for air. Vikki kissed Janet's tongue with her lips, then extended her own tongue. They pressed their tongues together, taking in each other's breath, oblivious to the saliva mixing with the sweat of their bodies.

Janet reached toward Vikki's labia and began to fondle her nether lips and clitoris as well, as though she her pleasuring herself.

The throbbing in her loins began to increase its intensity...spreading throughout her body...engulfing her...

Janet screamed as her body exploded in a wave of white-hot ecstacy. She stiffened against her lover, crushing Vikki's body against her own, their breasts mashed together so hard, it was as it they would pop.

Slowly, the throbbing subsided. Janet went limp in Vikki's arms, settling back into the fur rug and the pillows.

*****

Vikki and Janet lay in front of the fire, holding each other for a long time. They rubbed their legs together slowly, savoring the tingle of afterglow, and the feeling of bare skin on skin.

Their eyes locked on each other's, shining with love. The room was silent, except for the crackling of the dying fire. Every so often, they would kiss each other's lips, softly.

Finally, Janet whispered, "I love you...that was so incredible..."

Vikki smiled and held Janet close.

"I wish you never had to leave," Vikki said.

Again, there was silence.

Janet: "Maybe you could come with me."

"Where - Prince Rupert?"

Janet nodded.

"What...what would your relatives think?"

Janet giggled softly. "My Uncle Bruce is a 'confirmed bachelor,' if you must know," she said.

"You mean...he's..."

Janet smiled and nodded. "I don't think he'll have much to say if I bring a girlfriend." She rose up on one elbow. "And my mother never liked Dave much, anyway."

Vikki smiled and placed a hand on Janet's cheek. "I hope I'm more than just your 'girlfriend.'" she said.

Janet leaned down and kissed Vikki's lips. Gently, smoothly, she slid her tongue into Vikki's mouth. Vikki did the same. For a while, they just french-kissed back and forth tenderly. Their kissing became slower...slower...

Janet and Vikki drifted off to sleep in the middle of a deep kiss.

Epilogue: Yuletide With The Family

"Janet! Janet, honey!!"

"Uncle Bruce!"

Janet came bounding off the train and into a bearhug of the grizzled, fiftyish man who had the look of a Yukon prospector. Uncle Bruce lifted Janet off her feet and spun her around.

"How's my favourite niece? Girl, I swear yer glowin'!"

Janet gave her uncle a big grin. She turned to the young dark-haired woman behind her.

"Uncle Bruce, this is Vikki."

Uncle Bruce took Vikki's hand and kissed it gallantly.

"Welcome to the ass-end of nowhere, milady!" he said.

Vikki laughed. "It's beautiful here," she declared.

Uncle Bruce chuckled and took Vikki's suitcase. "My jeep's right over there," he said, pointing to an ancient vehicle that looked as if it had seen service in the days of the Hudson Bay Company.

On the way to the house, Bruce said, "I got your letter just yesterday."

"How's Mom taking it?" asked Janet from the back.

Bruce grinned. "Hell, she's just glad you got rid o' that hoser, Dave."

"Yeah - beauty, eh?" replied Janet, imitating her Uncle's Maritimes province accent. The three laughed. Janet leaned forward and put her arms around Vikki, then sighed. "I still have to file for divorce."

Bruce nodded. "You know, its still not that easy, around here. Kirk and I still have to keep a low profile."

Vikki took Janet's hands and kissed them, then looked over at Bruce. "I think we can be...discreet." She turned around and looked at Janet lovingly. "Can't we, darling?"

She and Janet shared a quick smooch. Janet gave an exaggerated sigh and said, "I suppose...if we must." She giggled and hugged Vikki from behind.

*****

Vikki and Janet lie in the lumpy guest bed, naked, sweaty and panting - spent from two hours of the most intense lovemaking either of them had ever experienced. Both of them had had to stuff the sheet or blanket in their mouth, or suddenly find themselves engaging in a ravenous, mouth-filling tongue-sucking kiss in order to keep from screaming out.

The room was freezing - but their bodies were still almost hot to the touch.

After awhile, they began to cool down. Vikki wrapped the blanket around them and she and Janet hugged each other close.

"I think you're mother hates me," said Vikki.

"She hated Dave more," Janet replied.

They lie there quietly a moment. Then Janet said, "My mother doesn't hate you."

"She was awful cold."

Janet laughed lightly. "She's always like that with new people," she said. "We had a long talk while you were in the bath."

Vikki looked at her questioningly. Janet continued: "She knows how happy we are together - that's what matters."

"She's not going to get any grandchildren from us."

Janet rose up. "Why not?"

Vikki smiled. "Because, darling - it's a biological impossibility." She kissed Janet's lips. "You need sperm and a penis to make a baby."

"Or adoption papers."

Vikki was silent a moment. "I don't know if I can handle that," she said.

"Well...we don't have to talk about it, now," replied Janet. "There's lots of time."

The two women held each other quietly for awhile. Then, suddenly, Janet pulled away and rolled out of the bed.

Vikki rose up on her arms. "Honey, what?"

"I forgot about your present!" Janet said.

"Present?"

"The print of that painting I got you in Chicago," Janet said, going over to a closet. The chill air gave her goosebumps as she pulled out a long cardboard mailing tube.

"Sorry it's not gift wrapped," she said, coming back over to the bed and handing it to Vikki.

Slowly, Vikki opened the tube and took out the heavy rolled paper inside. Shivering a little in the cold, she unrolled the paper.

The painting was of two women - one dark-haired, the other with long, golden curls - on a bed. The dark-haired woman was on her back, one leg resting on the hip of her fair-haired lover, who lie on her side next to her. The golden-haired woman's head was nestled against her dark lover's neck, and one hand was on her leg. A strand of pearls lie on the matress, hanging over the edge, and a wineglass stood on the near nighttable. A vase with flowers was on the other.

Both women had their eyes closed.

"Sleep," said Janet.

"Yes, they are, replied Vikki.

"No, I mean, the title of the painting. It's called 'Sleep.'"

"This is the painting you saw in Chicago - "

Janet nodded. She smiled. "It reminded me of...of us."

Vikki gazed at the print. Finally, she rerolled it and gently placed it back in the cardboard tube.

Slipping back under the covers, she slipped her arms around Janet.

"I love it," she said. She kissed her. "I love you."

"And I love you..."

Again, lips and tongues met, hands began exploring and legs entwined as Vikki and Janet began making love.

For the first time, Vikki was in love...and for the first time, she felt as if someone loved her.

Would it last? Who knew? Vikki had never really been in love, before...and, she suspected, Janet hadn't either.

For the time being, however...Vikki was happy.

And for the time being, it was enough.

THE END