by Alex Tryst

Disclaimers: See Part 1.

Feedback: Drop me a line if you’d like at alextryst@hotmail.com.

Dedications: To my angels, my nephews. Through the good and bad days, the joys and sorrows, the unconditional love and adoration you both exude makes the meaning of life apparently clear.

Copyright © August, 2004 by Alex Tryst. All Rights Reserved.

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Around seven that evening, Dara was just putting the finishing touches on dinner when she heard the doorbell of her parents' door. Rushing to it she prepared a smile before pulling it open to see Elisabeth. The older woman was dressed casually in a pair of long khaki shorts and pastel blue cotton top. On her feet she wore stylish sandals, and her hair was pulled away from her face with sunglasses.

"Wow. You look incredible," the brunette stated, letting her eyes roam freely.

Elisabeth blushed. "Thank you. You look great too."

"Thanks. Come on in. Sorry we had to change locations. Leah begged me to move our dinner up here. She said she was having some special company and wanted privacy. It's kind of weird actually, because she's never cared about me being around her dates before."

Nodding her head, Elisabeth mentioned, "Curious you say that. I was just about to ask you what my sister's car was doing in the driveway."

Dara stepped outside to see for herself. "I don't believe it. She had me move our dinner, so she could have Shelby over. That's her hot date?"

"You don't actually think it's a date, do you? I mean, neither one of them is gay."

"But they're both curious. I suppose it makes sense. I know both of them want to know what it's like, and they did hit it off at the party on Monday. As long as Shelby doesn't turn my sister into more of a slut that she already is, I'll be okay with their relationship," Dara teased.

"Shelby? What about Leah? She was the one trying to put the moves on my sister at the party," Elisabeth joked.

"Well, I guess if we hear a ruckus going on later we'll know what they're doing. However, enough about our free-spirited siblings. Come into the house and make yourself comfortable," the younger attorney suggested, taking the blonde by the hand. Together they made their way into the kitchen. "What can I get you to drink?"

"What are you serving?"

"Well, let's see. We have ice tea, Lemonade, spring water, sodas, wine. Anything sound good?"

"What are you having?"

"I decided to break into the white wine myself while I was cooking."

"Then that's what I'll have as well," the older woman answered with a smile as she took a seat on a bar stool at the island.

Dara got the beverage, placing it down in front of the blonde before going back to the refrigerator for the appetizers. She set an intricately designed plate of assorted cheeses and fruit down in front of her guest before asking, "Do you have a preference for salad dressing?"

"Not really. Whatever you have is fine. This is quite an impressive spread. Did you make this yourself?"

"Yeah. I know it's hard to believe, but I'm quite a good cook actually. Why else would I want to cook you dinner?"

"You're cooking because you lost," the older attorney teased.

"But how do you know that I didn't do that on purpose, so I could have you here?"

"You wouldn't throw a game."

"How can you be sure? After all, I was secretly lusting after you and wanted a reason to get you alone in the privacy of my home," she taunted.

Elisabeth looked at her date for a moment as she considered what was said. "I suppose it's possible, but I'd prefer to think I beat you fairly."

Smiling at the smaller woman, Dara answered, "Then think what you will."

Taking some of the cheese from the plate, Elisabeth inquired, "So how did that speech of yours go for the American Jewish Committee?"

"It went well I think. I was writing it until that day though. So much was going on politically with Iraqi prisoner abuse and the bombings in Gaza that there was just so much I wanted to add. I think I made my point though. I hope I did anyway."

"Did you still make President Minion out to be the Nazi you had originally planned?"

"I backed off on that a little. I mean Secretary Defense Lemon really gave me much more fodder, especially with the way he has handled the abuse scandal. Going to Baghdad and then setting some of the detainees free from Abu Ghraib prison didn't sit right with me. I mean why hold them in the first place if they didn't pose a threat and why let them go if they did pose a threat simply because of abuse? Something isn't right with the way things are being handled. The President has this time line of a June 30th handover date, and it's just not reasonable. There's no way we can give the government back by then and expect it to thrive. On the other hand, our troops staying there only causes more violence. That idiot has put us in this situation, and there is no good resolution. It's cost every international incumbent politician that has supported the effort his office. I just hope that holds true when it comes to our own election."

"One can always hope," the blonde seconded, taking a sip of her wine.

Dara cracked a smile at her date. "You know, now that we've come clean about each other's stance, does that mean there aren't going to be any more heated debates? I mean I just called your boss an idiot."

"I know, and I happen to agree with you. I'm glad you backed off on the Minion-Hitler analogy. As much as I don't like the man, I still thought it was a little too far."

The taller woman shrugged. "It's all about the presentation and moving people to action. If a speech can do that, then it's a success. That's all I wanted to accomplish. Now tell me. How are things with you and George? Anything happen since Tuesday?"

"No. There hasn't been much opportunity though. I still haven't thought of a good way to side-step his advances yet, but I figured I'd deal with them as they arose. He might be the idiot you think he is, but I think I know him well enough that he'll take no for an answer. I already have him on the kiss. That's enough to hurt him. Forcing himself on me would certainly not go over well."

"Not at all. I'd have to kick his haughty middle-aged ass," the brunette mentioned.

"I'd love to see that," the blonde stated with a laugh. Changing the subject she asked, "Do you need help with anything?"

"I'm just about finished actually. Thanks though." Dara put the last touches on their salads before picking them up to take them to the table. However, as soon as she turned, she found herself a lot closer to her favorite blonde than moments before as Elisabeth moved into her personal space.

Caressing the younger woman's hands, the older attorney said, "Here. Let me take those."

Both of them made their way to the table that had already been set for the evening. Dara pulled the older woman's chair out for her before taking her own. Raising her glass in toast, she said, "Thanks for coming over."

"Thanks for finally asking." Taking a bite of the salad, she mentioned, "This is fabulous."

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it."

"So, tell me something, Dara. Once this election is over, what are your plans?"

"Oh, I don't know if I really have any set plans. Why? Do you?"

The blonde shrugged. "I guess I'm going to go back to the DOJ. Although I promised myself that after all this was over I'd reevaluate my life goals."

"Which are?"

"Finding someone, settling down."

"That sounds good. I've been thinking that way myself, but my political aspirations keep me from doing that just yet. I'm not quite settled on my path to greatness," she teased.

"What path is that exactly?"

"Well, I always wanted to be the governor of Maryland, and I also wanted to be in the U.S. Senate. Right now I'm contemplating how to make that happen. I think I need to start with running for Senate on the state level to get myself into the system. The HRC said they would help fund my campaign when I was ready."

"And are you ready to make that move?"

"Not quite. I'm still gathering support where I can find it. I'm also waiting for the incumbent in my district to move on, which should be in another year or so. I think by the next election I might be a prospective candidate."

"Wow, that would be great. I'd love to help you with your campaign if you'd like."

"That could be interesting. I don't know what kind of message it sends to have a Minion campaigner on my own campaign, but it'll probably be water under the political bridge by then."

"Well, I think you could forgo my party line for my experience," Elisabeth challenged.

"I think I could as well. But back to you. After the campaign it's back to the DOJ. Then what?"

"I don't know. I haven't quite given up on my domestic dreams yet of getting married and having children, but I don't want to do that until I meet the right person. Fortunately a very good candidate did present herself," she teased, lightly touching Dara on the arm.

"Well, I know I look forward to us having some time together after November. Right now I'm finding it difficult to compete for time with the most powerful man in the world. Seems like all I really want to do is spend time with you, and you're off with George of the Jungle."

"I feel the same way," the older woman replied. "I really can't wait for it to be all over. After all the dust has settled, I hope that we can really get a chance to spend time getting to know each other as well as I think we both would like."

Taking a hold of the blonde's hand, the taller woman brought it to her mouth and kissed the back of it softly. Unable to control herself, she brushed the back of Elisabeth's hand against her own cheek. The older woman smiled as she cupped Dara's face in her hand. "I think I'd like to know you a lot better right now," she admitted. "It's just too bad that we can't get serious about this until the election is over."

Elisabeth gave a faint nod, but she knew just by looking at the younger woman they both were not going to be able to restrain themselves from venturing further. "You know, Dara, I've been hurt before, and I never really thought I'd be able to trust someone or love someone else that way again, but you make me feel so safe. Even with Suzanne, I never felt this way."

"I've never felt like this either, Elisabeth. From the moment I saw you on The Mall, I wanted to know you desperately. Who knew I would be lucky enough to get that chance?" she questioned as caressed the blonde's hand she still held. After a moment of just gazing into each other's eyes, the brunette said, "I have to admit something to you, Elisabeth. I don't want to scare you, but I want to be absolutely honest."

"What is it?" hesitantly the older woman inquired, unsure of what her beloved was about to say. She hoped it wasn't anything that would alter her feelings.

Dara scooted her chair closer to her date and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Sighing she stated, "Shelby and I have been in cahoots with each other regarding you. In fact, she told me how you really felt about me."

The older woman blushed and looked away. "That bitch. I'm going to kill her," she whispered uncomfortably.

Dara reached for Elisabeth's face, cupping it gently and bringing their gazes back together. "Please don't. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't know how you felt. I really wasn't sure if you even liked me, but I was desperately pining after you."

"When did she tell you?"

"That night I slept on the couch at your house. You had gone to a meeting, and Shelby and I drank and swapped gossip. She told me after putting me through the grand inquisition about my feelings for you."

"What did she tell you?"

"Just that the interest was returned and that you did like me in the same way."

The blonde shook her head. "That doesn't sound like my sister. She's the type to tell all."

"She was just trying to help both of us."

"So you knew about all this before we went to The Greenbrier?" Dara nodded her head. "Oh, God. Now I am embarrassed," she confessed.

"Why?"

"That night."

"What about it?"

"You know what I'm talking about, Dara."

The taller woman nodded. "I knew you were nervous, but I was nervous too. I didn't want to do or say the wrong thing and scare you. You were just so vulnerable, and I just wanted to console you. However, it was quite difficult to keep my hands to myself," she conceded. "And now that we both know the truth, it's even harder. I can't stop thinking about kissing you senseless," she added softly, leaning in to catch her date's lips in a kiss.

Both of them moaned as their mouths came together. This kiss was different than the ones they had shared earlier in the week. Whereas those were comforting and assuring, this one was laced with primal lust as their tongues met slowly at first but then with growing ferocity. Elisabeth felt her head spinning as she pulled Dara closer, wrapping her arms around the brunette's neck. She couldn't remember the last time she had ever been kissed in such a manner. Her body instantly ignited into an inferno as heat began to permeate through her entire being. Dara was relentless with her oral assault, breaking for air only briefly before diving in again to consume the blonde's lips.

The younger woman could feel her control beginning to wane as she felt her date pulling her even closer as the moments passed. It was clear Elisabeth wanted this as much as she did. With her right arm still around the blonde's shoulders, her left went to the older woman's waist. Enticingly she caressed under the hem of Elisabeth's top, her hand finally able to touch the soft skin she had fantasized about for months.

Feeling Dara's left hand slowly tracing a pattern along her bare hip and up her side, Elisabeth began to tremor in nervous ardor. She had dreamed of the younger woman's touch so many times. When the brunette's mouth broke from hers and began to travel down her neck, Elisabeth could only moan in need. This was what she wanted. Those lips that spoke such intelligent controversial opinions now adored her body, and it was heavenly. Feeling the attorney's left hand venture over the contour of her breast, the blonde cried out lightly but quickly realized things were getting out of control. Reluctantly she put her hand on the brunette's left forearm and gently removed Dara's hand from under her clothes.

Blue eyes met dark ones. Unsure of whether she had done something wrong, the younger woman quickly started to apologize. "I'm so sorry, Elisabeth. I don't mean to be pushing you."

"No, it's okay, Dara. You're not pushing me. I want the same thing," she affirmed breathlessly. "I just think we should slow things down a little."

"You're right. I'm sorry."

Pulling the younger woman into a tight embrace, the blonde pressed her flush cheek to Dara's and took a deep breath in an effort to compose herself. "Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything I didn't want you to do. It's just there are so many reasons we shouldn't be doing this right now. Jobs aside, I haven't been in a relationship for quite some time. As much as my feelings are there, I need to move slowly. I want to do this with you, and yet the idea of it scares me, because the last time I was in this position I was hurt so badly."

"I understand. I promise we'll take it at whatever pace you want," Dara vowed.

"Thank you. You're incredibly sweet, Dara. That's one of the reasons I love you as much as I do."

"I love you too, Elisabeth."

Looking into brown eyes, the shorter woman smiled. "I really do know that, Dara, and that makes me the happiest woman in the world. I don't want to lead you on. I swear to you that I have thought about this so many times, and I want to be with you in every way there is to be with someone. It's my fantasy," she admitted with a slight blush. "Us together. I want that. I just need time and a natural progression even though I'm dying for you."

Dara nodded. "That's fine, sweetheart. We'll go slowly." Holding each other for a moment more until they were both calmer, Dara moved her chair back in front of her food. Cracking a light smile, she joked to break the tension, "I guess I was asking a little much for our first date."

Elisabeth laughed. "I guess this is our official first date. However, we've already had dates in my heart."

"Oh yeah? Which ones would those be?" Dara asked in interest.

"I would consider that night we met at Dave and Busters to be our first date. The look on your face when you saw that guy talking to me was priceless. I loved how you intimidated him. Then you took off your shirt, and I wanted to just die. It was so sweet of you to put on that shirt I bought for you. At dinner I couldn't take my eyes off you. You just looked so sexy. Then at the movies when you were being a little shit and threatening to make our outing a date and try to kiss me, you had no idea how badly I wanted you to do just that."

The brunette laughed. "Sounds like we both were feeling it that night. I wanted to as well."

"The Greenbrier would have been our second date and what a fabulous event that was. That night I was so nervous, because I was feeling so strongly for you. Sleeping together almost put me over the edge, because I didn't think I'd be able to handle being that close to you."

"Me neither. It took all my self-control not to do anything but hold you, and even that was difficult."

"I know. I listened to you breathing. You were taking such measured breaths that I knew it was as hard for you as me, and I loved you even more for your restraint."

Taking the blonde's hand, Dara smiled. "You're sweet to me, Elisabeth. I just want to assure you of my love and respect. I know it's going to be quite some time for some reasons we can't even control before we can really be together, but I'll wait as long as we need to. You're worth every moment."

Blushing yet again, Elisabeth nodded her head. "So are you, Dara. Now we better eat this great dinner you prepared." Once dinner was over, the brunette and blonde made themselves comfortable on the living room sofa in front of the television. Both of them rested with their bare feet on the coffee table as they held hands. "So, any other surprises for me this evening?" Elisabeth inquired.

"Well, this is the part where I subject you to torture. At least all my friends think it's torture."

"Oh? And what might that be?"

Smiling at her girlfriend, the younger woman turned on the DVD player and TV. Instantly the screen came to life. "My Jodie Foster obsession," she admitted.

The shorter woman laughed lightly. "Oh. I knew there had to be a flaw somewhere. What is it with lesbians and Jodie Foster? Why is she everyone's favorite actress?"

"Because she's the quintessential lesbian. She's sexy, intelligent, and she has that voice that makes you so hot."

Laughing Elisabeth asked, "So what movie are you subjecting me to then?"

"Well, you have a choice between 'Panic Room' and 'Silence of the Lambs.' Those are my two favorites."

"Great. Both of them are scary. Fine. 'Silence of the Lambs' I suppose, but if I can't sleep tonight, I'm calling and keeping you awake with me," she teased.

"Don't worry. I'd be happy to stay up all night with you. It won't be so bad. You've seen it before, right?"

"Most of it but in pieces. I've never made it through the whole thing."

"Well, I'll be here to protect you. Nothing will happen while I'm around."

"Don't patronize me, Dara. I can handle a scary movie," she maintained.

"We'll see about that," the brunette responded, stretching her frame out along the couch. She patted a spot next to her. "Come here."

Elisabeth smiled at her girlfriend before lying down next to her. Immediately the brunette's arm came around her body. "This is nice. I could do this all night," she whispered.

"Yeah, well, that still doesn't get you out of the movie," Dara joked as she pressed the play button.

Over the course of the next hour and a half they were quiet as they watched the film. Even though it was not exactly the kind of movie that Elisabeth liked, she enjoyed being with Dara too much to protest. When things got too gory and scary, she found herself hiding in the brunette's shirt until she was assured the moment had passed. The taller woman would just chuckle at the antics but secretly enjoyed the feeling.

When it was over, the older woman sighed. "All right, Dara. Just a few ground rules here. We'll watch as many Jodie Foster movies as you want as long as they aren't scary. Is that enough of a compromise?"

Rolling her eyes playfully the younger woman nodded. "Fine I suppose." Looking back into blue eyes, she smiled. "You're beautiful," she whispered, running her hand through golden locks.

"Thank you for thinking so, Dara. You're quite the attractive one yourself," she responded as she fiddled with the younger woman's shirt collar before moving on to her dark hair. Unable to resist she pulled Dara's head down for a kiss. The exchange began softly but quickly escalated. Soon Elisabeth realized that she had managed to pull the taller woman's body on top of her own, and their legs were rubbing together seductively as Dara's weight pushed her deeper into the cushions. Knowing they needed to stop, she pulled back slightly for air. Dara knew that was her cue and backed off slightly. She didn't reposition herself though, keeping her body pressed firmly against the one she longed for so much. Nevertheless, she didn't try to kiss Elisabeth again for a few moments. "So, what do your weekends look like over the next month?" the older woman questioned, trying to break the tension that was building.

"Not too busy. I'm actually pretty free until the last Saturday of the month. I have to go to Roanoke."

"Oh? Why? What's going on there?"

"I'm actually being inducted into my school's Athletic Hall of Fame."

"That's so neat. For soccer?"

"No, for basketball actually. I played both, but I was much better basketball player. I actually hold a couple of school records for most points in my college career and most rebounds. I wanted to ask you to go with me."

"I'd love to. That sounds like so much fun."

"There's a slight problem though," the brunette hesitantly stated.

"What's that?"

"Suzanne is going to be there," she confessed. "She's being inducted as well for soccer."

Feeling her heart drop, the blonde mumbled, "Oh."

"Look, Elisabeth. I'll understand if you don't want to go. It's supposed to be a fun event, but I don't know how you feel about seeing her again after all these years."

"I don't know, Dara. I never imagined that I ever would see her again."

"I know. That brings me to a bigger issue than just that weekend. Suzanne and I aren't friends, but we do see each other occasionally. We both volunteer for Hollins with recruiting and fund raising. We don't hang out, but we do see each other a few times a year. If we're going to be together, you need to know that there is a definite possibility of seeing her at some point."

Elisabeth nodded. "I hadn't thought about that. I'm not going to shy away from you because of her though. She may have hurt me when we were kids, but I'm an adult now. She's not in our relationship. As far as seeing her though, I really don't know how I'll feel until I'm actually standing in front of her."

"Is that something you might be willing to do in a few weeks?"

The blonde shrugged. "Will you let me think about it?"

"Of course."

"Thanks." Looking at her watch, she mentioned, "So, are you going to subject me to another Jodie Foster movie?"

"Well, I don't think you're going to like 'Panic Room' if you couldn't sit through 'Silence of the Lambs.' Perhaps we should find another activity," she whispered, raising her brows playfully.

Elisabeth smiled at the younger woman. "I can only imagine what you mean," she feigned innocently.

Sighing the taller woman said, "It's going to be a long wait."

"I know. I have an idea. Why don't you give me a tour? Show me where little Dara used to dream of running the world."

Nodding her head, the brunette got off the couch and helped Elisabeth do the same. Together they made their way through the large home, Dara telling tales of her family. Elisabeth was enjoying the glimpse into her girlfriend's past. Making their way through the ground floor, they took the back staircase upstairs. However, the older woman made her stop and explain most of the pictures on the staircase before making it to the second floor. Leaving her bedroom for last, she announced to her guest, "This is where all my dreaming occurred. A lot of interesting things happened in here."

"Such as?"

Laughing the brunette answered, "Lots of things my parents didn't know about. I'll just put it that way."

"Like what? Did you lose your virginity in here?" Elisabeth teased as she took in the room. It didn't look like much had changed since Dara was a child. It was still decorated with what was obviously high school and college memorabilia.

"Yes, actually I did," Dara admitted.

"And just what was her name?" Elisabeth asked as she looked at some photographs on the bookshelf.

"Actually, his name was Steven. He was a friend of my brother's."

Taken completely by surprise, the older woman turned and furrowed her brows in obvious confusion. "What?"

"I was sixteen, and I wanted to prove that I was normal. Needless to say it didn't work. I was left more confused and frustrated than ever."

"Did you ever tell anyone?"

"My brother. He happened upon me that afternoon not long after Steven had left that day. I was upset and crying, and he listened. I told him the truth. I told him what we did and that I could never do that again. I remember he was so supportive. He kept telling me everything would okay. He helped me come out to our family, and he even kicked Steven's ass. After that all hell really broke loose. My parents probably wished they could just lock me away until I went to college, because then I was bringing all kinds of women in here. My mother caught me on more than one occasion messing around with someone."

Shaking her head, the blonde said, "That's so hard to imagine you being that scared and confused. It's a far difference from the woman you are today."

"Well, we all have our burdens. Fortunately mine was resolved fairly quickly and without a lot of heartache. Some people aren't so lucky."

"Very true. All right. So there was Steven. Who was your first woman?"

"That would have been Amy. I thought I was in love with her, deeply in love in fact. We made love for the first time on that very bed, and it was fantastic. Little did I know that I wasn't in love, just feeling the effects of raging hormones in a seventeen-year-old body. It didn't last long, but it was great while it did. What about you? There was Suzanne. Who came after her?"

Flushing slightly Elisabeth didn't quite met Dara's gaze as she answered, "It's just been Suzanne. I didn't trust anyone else."

"Did you date men after her?"

"I tried. It just didn't work for me. The first time they would try to make a move was the last time I would see them. I knew I didn't want to be intimate with them, but I thought it would help me get over Suzanne. It never worked. In fact the only person who has gotten close to me since is you."

"And it took a lot of kicking and screaming to do it too," the dark-haired woman teased as she plopped down on her old bed.

Joining her the older woman answered, "I'm glad you stuck it out."

"Me too. You are definitely worth it," she said, pulling the smaller woman on top of her. Once again their mouths found each other ardently. Both of them moaned as Dara situated one of her legs between the blonde's. Her thigh pressed against the juncture of Elisabeth's legs. Using her right hand, the brunette began to knead her girlfriend's lower back, instinctively pushing the blonde's hips down into her own. The older woman groaned wantonly as she felt the strong thigh rubbing against the seam of her shorts creating a mind-dizzying feeling in her body. Impulsively Elisabeth's body began to respond. Her hips undulated slowly against the stimulus as their mouth continued to assault each other.

Dara could feel her restraint waning again, especially when it was clear Elisabeth wanted more contact as well. Giving in to what she thought they both wanted, the brunette once again let her hand wander under her girlfriend's clothes. This time it started caressing the blonde's back. Several minutes passed with both of them growing more torrid in their kissing, so again the younger woman took a chance. Feeling the clasp of the older woman's bra under her hand, she gently released it. The shorter woman didn't seem to notice at first, but as soon as Dara's hand found its way around to the front of her body to her bare breast, Elisabeth gasped loudly and started to pull back. However, this time the taller woman continued in her pursuit, sitting up as her girlfriend did and kissing her persistently along her elegant neck.

"God, this is impossible," Elisabeth groaned in indecision. "I can't seem to keep you out from under my clothes."

Dara whimpered, knowing the blonde was right. However, she didn't pull away just yet. Instead she stayed where she was, hand lingering on her girlfriend's chest. Elisabeth's body was responding to her gentle touch, but she knew she had made the older woman a promise. "I'm sorry. I just don't seem to think clearly when you're so close."

"Not to mention I'm such a willing participant. You feel so good, Dara," she confessed as the brunette loitered a little longer taking in the crest of Elisabeth's breast with the palm of her hand as her mouth started to kiss down over her clothes. "We just have to stop. I can't sleep with you on our first date," she joked.

Dara whined but reluctantly released her willing captive. Both of them just sat there a moment. "When can we? How long do we have to wait?" she questioned in frustration.

Reaching back to put her bra back into place, the blonde sighed. "We really should wait until the election is over."

"That's five months."

"I know. It seems like forever to me too but think about it. I have a job to do, and I can't do it if I'm sleeping with you. The President thinks we're just friends. If he learns anything to the contrary, I'm in serious trouble. If he catches me lying, he won't trust me anymore. I might get fired, or worse he might out me to help his own campaign. That was his original plan when he thought we were in a relationship. Right now I have him where I want him. He's interested in me sexually as well as professionally. If we're going to take him down, it needs to remain that way. No one can know about this for now. As you said the other day, this isn't child's play. There is a lot at stake."

"I know, but the only thing I'm concerned about right now is you. I don't want anything bad to happen to you, Elisabeth."

"Then let me do my job," she said quietly.

Nodding her head, Dara sighed. She smiled at the woman she loved to let her know she understood. "I'm surely going to die from sexual frustration before this is all over," she teased.

"You and me both. I guess if all else fails, I still have George," she jested. "You on the other hand have nothing but your imagination."

"It's going to be put to good use tonight. I'll tell you that."

Checking her watch the blonde noticed it was getting late. "I should probably go. It would help ease the tension."

"You're probably right even though that's not the way I prefer to do things."

Both women reluctantly got off the bed and made a move downstairs again. Heading back into the kitchen, Elisabeth asked, "You want help with the dishes?"

"No thanks. You better get going before I try to jump you again," she quipped.

Grabbing her keys off the island, Elisabeth took Dara's hand as they both walked to the front door. The brunette escorted her date out to her car and opened her door for her. Turning to the woman she loved, the older woman smiled. "Well, thank you for this wonderful evening."

"It was my pleasure. I hope we can do it again soon."

"Me too."

"Call me when you get home, so I know you made it all right."

"Of course," Elisabeth replied. Seeing her sister's car still in the driveway, she mentioned, "I guess by the fact that Shelby is still here, their date is going better than ours."

"Ours couldn't have been much better. Just having you around is heaven, Elisabeth, but right now if you don't get out of here, I will be tempted to drag you back inside and love you unconscious."

"You'll get your chance, Dara. I promise," Elisabeth whispered as they leaned to kiss each other softly. When it ended she murmured, "I love you."

"I love you too. Good night."

"Good night, Dara."

Dara waited until the older woman's car had disappeared from view before going back into the house. She quickly did the dishes and locked up her parents' house before returning to her own. All was quiet when she entered, so she assumed Shelby and Leah had moved their activities to Leah's bedroom. Going into her own, she quickly prepared herself for sleep and crawled into bed just as the phone rang. Speaking to Elisabeth for a few moments, they bid each other good night once again before Dara was left with her thoughts in the dark. Making the most of it, she fantasized about her girlfriend for awhile, exerting her sexually charged body before dropping off to sleep in exhaustion.

The following morning the brunette awoke to the feeling of someone in bed with her. Sleepily she opened her eyes to see bright blue eyes gazing at her quizzically. "Shelby, what are you doing here? You're in my bed," she yawned, needlessly pointing out the obvious.

"Leah's making breakfast and wanted me to ask you if you wanted any," the perky blonde answered as she reached over to touch Dara on the stomach.

The attorney flinched as Elisabeth's sister's hand came into contact with her bare skin. "Um, I don't think that's such a good idea, Shelby. I'm naked."

Smiling sexily the younger woman growled, "I know. Having a little fun last night, were you?" she asked, her eyes turning to the night stand where Dara had discarded one of her sex toys from the night before.

"So? You think you and Leah can have all the fun around here?"

The blonde smiled at her friend and then proceeded to draw back the comforter, leaving only a sheet over Dara. The brunette looked at her in confusion as the younger woman made a move to straddle her body. Taking a seat on the taller woman's legs, Shelby crossed her arms across her chest and inquired, "So? How did it go?"

The older woman shook her head to clear her thoughts. Having a woman that looked exactly like the one she loved sitting on top of her while she lay naked in bed was making it difficult to concentrate. Nevertheless she knew Shelby really was not an option as she gazed over her friend's attire. "Nice shirt," she mentioned, taking in the fact that the blonde was dressed in only one of Leah's old soccer shirts and nothing else. "You know, Shelby, this could be misconstrued as you hitting on me."

Smiling the younger woman leaned forward, letting their bodies brush lightly as their faces came inches from each others. The younger woman whispered, "You'd know it if I was hitting on you, Dara. Now tell me how it went."

Stacking her hands behind her head in order to keep them from the shorter woman's body she said, "Things went well. I'm glad it's all out in the open now."

"Tell me more than that," Shelby whined.

"Why don't you tell me about your night? You and Leah have a good time?"

"What do you think?" she answered with a smile.

"Well, by the fact that you're wearing her shirt and not a whole lot else, I would say you blew each other away last night. Was the sex good?"

"Fantastic," Shelby moaned. "She was definitely a prime pick. Did you teach her some moves?"

"Whatever she did was of her own imagination. Glad it worked out for you two though."

"Did it work equally well for you and Lis?"

"Well, we didn't sleep together," she admitted as the blonde idly began trace her fingers along her jaw. "But we did have fun."

"You made out then?"

"A little. We're taking things slowly, Shelby. This isn't some one-night stand we're plotting. Elisabeth and I are serious about a long-term relationship. We both want that. Under the circumstances, we think it's better to wait until we're intimate. We love each other, but we understand that there are factors outside our control right now that are making us have to wait. We're not in our mid-twenties anymore. It's too late in the game to make a foul, not with so much at stake. We're talking marriage and kids here if things go well. It's what we both want, and we both seem to sense we could have something special. It takes time to foster something like that."

"So in the meantime you both have to find your fulfillment at your own hands," she mentioned. "What a pity."

Dara took a measured breath as Shelby continued to stroke her jaw line and ear. "Shelby," she began. "I like you. In fact, I like you a lot, but I'm in love with your sister. Not only that you just had sex with my sister. You really can't mess with me like this. It's not nice to tease me," she stated.

"But it's so fun."

"Yeah. Well, Elisabeth would kill the both of us if she saw us like this. If I marry your sister, are you still going to flirt with me so much?"

"If you marry my sister, I'll keep my hands to myself. I promise."

"Good. I'm going to hold you to that."

Before anything else could be said, Leah appeared in the doorway. "What's up with this?" she questioned with a smile. "One night with me and you're already making moves on my sister? She doesn't have half the moves I do."

Both Shelby and Dara laughed. "Well, it's too bad I can't be the judge of that. Lis and I will just have to compare notes sometime."

"I asked you to come in here and ask her about breakfast, not give her a morning snack. Get on out of here before she loses her self-control," Leah stated, shooing the blonde from the room.

Shelby smiled at both the brunettes and then leaned to peck Dara's lips before scampering to the door, leaving the dark-headed sisters looking at each other. "Well?" Dara questioned.

"You are right. She is more than I can handle, but I'm going to have fun trying. You, on the other hand, should know better. Her older sister is at home while you put the moves on this one," she teased.

"Did it look like I was putting on moves? My hands were nowhere on her body. How can I compete with someone who is apparently fantastic in bed?"

"Did she say that?" The older sister nodded. "Cool. I was afraid I wouldn't be that good. I'm so used to guys."

"As is she. I thought she had a boyfriend." Leah shrugged. "I hope you at least used protection."

"Don't worry. I raided your stash before we went to bed. Of course half of it I didn't know how to use until we were in the moment."

"As long as you did use it."

"How did things go with Elisabeth?"

"Really well, actually. It felt so good to be able to finally hold her and tell her how I was feeling."

"I'm glad."

"What do you think is going to happen with you and Shelby now? Any plans?"

Cracking a grin, Leah answered, "Well, I hope she will want to stick around awhile. Last night was incredible."

"I want the details later. For now though get back out to her and leave me alone," Dara said with a smile.

"No breakfast?"

"No thanks. Right now all I really want to do is fall back into the dream I was having about my girlfriend."

"Fair enough. We'll talk later."

Later that day the Rosenthal sisters sat around the pool just talking when Dara said, "All right now. It's time to spill the dirt. What happened with Shelby?"

"It was the most unbelievable night I've ever had, Dara. We had dinner and watched a movie. Then we got to talking about you and Elisabeth. Of course that turned to sexuality in general and curiosity. Next thing I know we're on the sofa kissing. She has amazing lips. They are so soft. Things just sort of happened. I mean we both wanted it to happen I think, so it felt perfectly relaxed. However, once we got into the bedroom, wow. I have never felt the need to be as aggressive or giving as I was with her."

"Did you go down on her?" the attorney inquired in interest.

"We did to each other. I went first. It was surprising the way I was able to make her feel things with just the softest of touches. She was so wet and warm. It was like nothing I've ever experienced."

"Did you make her come?"

Leah nodded. "That was strange. It felt so much more intimate than with a guy. She was shaking, and I wrapped her in my arms. I felt so protective of her."

"And how was it on the other end?"

"It was good. She definitely knows how to use her mouth. She was gentle and caring. She seemed to know what I needed instinctively. Is this what it's always like with women?"

"No, but it's like that a lot. After all, you have the advantage of knowing what you like. Usually, she'll like it as well. When you really care about someone, it can be unbelievable, but it's like that with a man as well I suppose. Are you two going to date now? I mean what's the intent?"

"We don't really have one except to see each other again."

"And you're all right with her lifestyle?"

"What lifestyle are you talking about?"

"Her career choices."

"She's a nurse. What's the big deal about that?"

"She didn't tell you about her other career?"

"You mean her porn site? She told me."

"She told you that she was a feature presentation?"

Leah nodded. "It's okay. I don't mind. She's only doing solo on camera, nothing with others."

"As long as you're being honest with each other. I want you to be happy."

"I want you to be happy too, Dara. If my relationship with Shelby starts to get in the way, I want you to tell me."

"I don't see how it will but thank you."

"So, tell me about Elisabeth. What happened?"

"We had a good evening. I made dinner, and we talked. We were completely honest with each other for the first time I think. We both admitted that we loved each other and were serious about a relationship after the election is over. Of course, that's going to be difficult considering we can't seem to keep our hands off each other," she said with a grin.

"Really? You got in her pants then?"

"No. We promised each other that we would wait until the election was over to make love for the first time. She's under a lot of pressure at work with Minion's re-election campaign, and she needs to focus on that."

"What? That's a load of crap. She's just putting you off," Leah protested.

"No. She's really not, Leah. I can't give you all the circumstances, but I understand her position. This is what is best for her right now, and I'm more than willing to wait now that I know she cares about me. Our feelings are serious."

"How serious?"

"Well, for the first time in my life I can see myself marrying someone. She's the type of woman I've always thought would complement me. We want the same things. We have the same goals."

"But what about the political differences?"

"We're closer together politically than either of us realized. I'm more than willing to forgo that for her. I'm in love with her, Leah. That means everything."

"Wow. That's great. I'm so happy for you. It's too bad for Shelby though. That girl has a major crush on you."

"How did you know that?"

"She told me."

"And yet you still slept with her?"

"Why not? I know it's not serious between us, and I'm as close as she's ever going to get to you. She also knows her sister is mad about you, but she still admires you."

"Yeah, well, if circumstances were different, I'd admire her too. She's quite the looker."

"So is Elisabeth. Although I have to say Shelby got the better part of God's gift of breasts. She's considerably larger than Elisabeth."

"I noticed," Dara admitted. "But Elisabeth is just perfect for her. Trust me. Her breasts are flawless even if they are smaller."

Shaking her head, her younger sister said, "You must really be in love. After all you are the breast aficionado. You have always liked them bigger."

"Well, so what? Elisabeth's a small C. There's plenty to get my hands and mouth around. Besides, I've already taken them on a test drive. They handle well."

Leah laughed. "Took them on a test drive? They aren't a car. We're talking about a woman's body."

"And what a body it is too," the older brunette murmured, thinking about her girlfriend in her swimming suit.

"You're right. She is pretty perfect outside her small chest. Shelby on the other hand,"

Cutting her sister off, Dara responded, "Shelby, on the other hand, is too wild for both of us combined. Large breasts or not she's more woman than we can handle."

"So true, Dara, so true. Anyway, so when are you going to see Elisabeth again?"

"Soon. What about you and Shelby?"

"Friday."

"Well, have fun while it lasts. Just don't get too emotionally attached. I don't want you to get hurt."

Continued in Part 8

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