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Cheating Heart 1/2 (ff)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
- CHEATING HEART-
-Part One-
by Ann Douglas
"Excuse me, is this the room for the aerobics
class?" asked a soft musical voice from behind
Karen.
"That it is," Karen said as she started to turn
around. "In fact ,I'm your instructor, Karen......"
The dark haired woman stopped in mid-
sentence as she turned and looked into the most
beautiful green eyes she have ever seen. They
belonged to an oriental girl about 22, a few inches
shorter than Karen's 5"7". Try as she could, Karen
couldn't bring to mind a word to describe her
features. Beautiful was not right, and cute not
enough. Classic was the best Karen could do, and
even that didn't seem really right.
"Excuse me," Karen said, realizing she was
staring. "My name is Karen O'Brien, and like I
started to say before I forgot how to speak was that
I'm the instructor for the course."
"Keiko Yamaguchi," She smiled. "And I
guess you're the person that I want to see. Is it ok
to join in just for tonight's class. I'm only in town for
a few days so I really don't want to have to join
some kind of membership."
"Well, the people who run this YWCA
usually from on that kind of thing, they're really big
on collecting dues and such." Karen answered,
finding herself getting lost in those emerald pools.
"But I guess I can sneak you in, just don't mention it
to anyone else ok?"
"Thanks, I appreciate it." The Japanese
woman said and headed for the locker room.
As she walked away, Karen found herself
staring at her swaying ass. I'm getting as bad as
those jocks in the gym, she thought to herself. Still,
it was a really nice ass.
Halfway through the class, Karen was having
a hard time keeping her mind on the exercise
routines. She kept stealing glances at Keiko in the
far end of the third row. This is silly, she told
herself, I'm acting like a swooning teenage. Not
only am I sixteen years older than her, but I've been
in a relationship with Amanda for almost five years
now. She's probably not even into girls anyway.
After repeating all the arguments to herself,
Karen still found Ms. Yamaguchi the center of her
attention. True the age difference might be a dozen
years, nearly double that which separated her and
Amanda. Also true that she'd always been attracted
to older women. Yet times and tastes change, and
after all, Amanda had been gone for the last four
months. It would still be another three weeks before
she returned from the oceanic research cruise the
College had sent her on. Then again, as in the past,
this was after all just a harmless little fantasy.
Something to help keep her warm when she crawled
into her empty bed later that night.
Finally the class was over and the large
group of women headed for the showers. Karen
stood behind and picked up a few loose items. She
was wiping the sweat from her face when she
realized she wasn't alone. Turning, she was again
face to face with Keiko Yamaguchi.
"I just wanted to thank you again for letting
me into the class," She said, her voice like a musical
instrument. "You're really very good at this, if I was
going to be around longer I'd definitely sign up for
the course."
"Thanks for the compliment," Karen smiled,
trying very hard not to be aware of Keiko's sweat
covered breasts a few feet in front of her. While not
very large, they were in perfect proportion to her
size. "I really only do this part time. During the
daytime hours I'm usually a research assistant over
at WRDJ, Channel 3. This just gives me a chance
to keep in shape and make a little extra doing it."
"That's funny....." Keiko laughed. "I'm with
Channel 8 out in Los Angeles, I was out here doing
a feature piece on the trade conference and decided
to stay the weekend. I've never been to New York
before."
"You're a reporter?" Karen asked, suddenly
interested in more than the young woman's breasts.
"Well feature stories only so far, but I'm
working my way up. This was the first out of town
assignment I've ever gotten. I take that as a big
plus."
"I used to dream of being the person who
actually went out and got the news," Karen said.
"But research was as far as I ever got."
"Well I'm sure that was Channel 3's loss."
Keiko replied.
"Everyone else's already showered," Karen
said, changing the subject. "We'd better hurry
before there's no more hot water."
As the two women showered, Karen's
thoughts again turned erotic. She felt the little
tingles from between her legs as she watched Keiko
soap up her body. After watching dozens of out of
shape housewives over the last few months, it was a
joy to admire such a fine body. While Keiko had her
back to her, Karen slid a soapy finger into her own
pussy and softly rubbed against the clit, thinking
how nice it would feel to help the golden skinned
woman wash.
A stream of soap tinged water ran down the
crack of that beautiful ass as Karen wished she could
just walk over and kiss it. When the Japanese
woman began to wash and squeeze those bouncy
round breasts, Karen had to bite down to keep from
moaning in admiration. She knew what the subject
of her dreams tonight would be.
Drying themselves in the locker room, Karen
kept her eyes on anything but Keiko. She was sure
she had been too obvious in the shower and didn't
want to compound it out here among the other
women.
" Damn Amanda for going on the research
trip, " She thought, "Leaving me alone all this
time."
As a Professor of Oceanic Studies, Amanda
Bishop could easily take six months off to engage in
research, but Karen wasn't so lucky. That had
always been one of the sticking points of their
relationship - the difference in their economic and
social standings. It had come up before, but had
always vanished as soon as they were in bed
together. That was one of the reasons Karen had
taken this part time job at the Y, so she could pay an
equal share of the expenses.
"Karen?" Keiko said as she walked over and
sat down beside Karen who was trying her sneakers.
"Do you have any dinner plans?"
"Dinner plans?" Karen asked questioningly.
"Well I was planning to go out to dinner
after the class, and I really hate eating alone.
Besides, I owe you for the class."
Karen thought about it for a few moments.
Thought of what Amanda would think of her having
dinner with a woman half the Oceanographer's age.
She knew Amanda was always jealous of her
spending time with other women, but then again,
Amanda was over six thousand miles away.
"No plans, I'd love to join you." Karen
answered with a wide smile. "Just let me lock up
and I'll be right with you."
Dinner turned out to be at Georgio's, one of
the best Italian Restaurants on the Upper East Side.
By the time the desert came, Karen felt like she'd
know Keiko months instead of a few hours. At first
she was worried how she'd skirt around the issue of
her lesbianism. Normally she didn't care who knew
it, but some people were very put off by it. Her
usual attitude was, hey this is what I am, if you don't
like it - tough! But she really didn't want Keiko to
dislike her for any reason. For the first time in
months, she was really enjoying herself. And the
question of whether she had a man in her life never
even came up.
"Will there be anything else?" The waiter
asked?
"No, that will be it." Keiko said as the
waiter placed the check on the table and she reached
into her purse for her credit card.
"I wish you'd let me at least pay for my own
dinner?" Karen said, her old habit of wanting to pay
her own way cropping up.
"Nonsense," Keiko said as she placed her
credit card on the small tray. "I did invite you after
all. Besides, it all goes on my expense account."
As Keiko again reached for her card and the
receipt upon the waiter's return, Karen spotted
something she had totally overlooked earlier. There
on the Japanese woman's slender left hand was a
gold wedding band. She was married!
The black haired woman's heart sunk as her
little bubble burst. Sure it had all been a fantasy, but
she wanted it to end on a happy note. Why hadn't
she spotted it earlier.
As they left the restaurant and walked down
the street, Keiko felt the change in Karen.
"Is there something wrong?"
"No, nothing," Karen answered, forcing a
smile. "Its just been a long day and all."
"Oh, I'm so sorry I've kept you out so late."
Keiko said apologetically. "I've been enjoying myself
so much that I've completely lost track of the time."
"I guess it is kind of late and you must be
wanting to get back to your hotel," Karen said as
she looked at her watch and noted that it was almost
11. "Its about 08:00 in LA, you might want to call
your husband before you turn in."
"Husband?" Keiko asked, a puzzled look on
her face. "What makes you think I'm married?"
"Well the ring for one thing."
"The ring.... Omigosh I forgot I was even
wearing it." Keiko exclaimed as she looked down at
her hand. "I've been divorced for almost two years
now."
"And you still wear his ring?"
"Well actually, this one's a family heirloom,
it belonged to my grandmother. I usually wear it to
discourage guys. You know, they find out your
single and right away all you are is another skirt to
get into. They have a hard time taking you serious
after that."
"I know the feeling." Karen said, her smile
returning with the news.
As they walked and talked, Karen noted that
they were only two blocks from her apartment.
"Since you bought the dinner, would you like
to come up for a nightcap?" Karen asked
apprehensively. "We can call you a cab from the
apartment."
After a long moment, Keiko said she would
love to.
"Make yourself comfortable," Karen said as
she turned to lock the door behind them.
"Nice place," Keiko said as she admired a
row of photos on the mantelpiece. "Your
roommate?" She asked as she spotted a photo of
Karen and Amanda taken last year.
"Er yes..." Karen replied. "She's away right
now."
"This really is a lovely apartment," Keiko
said as she dropped the subject and moved on. "So
unlike the decor you find in Los Angeles."
Karen quickly poured the nightcaps and
handle one to Keiko.
"New friends," She said raising her glass.
"Definitely!" Keiko responded as she took a
drink.
After they both finished the toast, Karen
again looked into those haunting green eyes. Less
than a foot separated them and she felt flush. She
knew she should call for the cab, but she didn't want
her fantasy evening to end.
She then leaned forward and kissed Keiko on
the lips.
The kiss lasted just a second, and once it was
done, Karen took a step back. She looked into the
oriental girl's face for a reaction but found only the
same calmness it had all evening. Then, suddenly,
her face widened into a smile.
"Oh God," Karen exclaimed. "I wanted to
do that all evening. I just wasn't sure how you
would take it."
"To tell the truth," Kaiko answered. "Until
this moment, neither did I."
She then took a step forward and returned
the kiss. This time they embraced and held the kiss
much longer.
"This night has been so wonderful," Karen
said, still holding her. "And I'll understand if you
want to leave."
"Actually, I was thinking it might be pretty
nice to stay." was Keiko's reply.
Karen's face just glowed at the response.
Ann Douglas
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