Ted Warren entered the apartment he shared with Miriam Bentley, sweaty and irritable after his all too long ride on the subway. The damned air conditioning was out again and the cars were packed with the city's cross section of humanity. It seemed to him that half of them had never heard of deodorant and the reek of unwashed bodies still lingered in his nostrils.
Tossing his suit coat and briefcase in a nearby chair, he went into the kitchen, took a wine glass from a cabinet, opened the refrigerator door, luxuriating, for a moment, in the cool air inside. Taking out a bottle of Pinot Grigio, he popped the cork, poured himself a glass, replaced the cork, then put the bottle back in the fridge, closed the door and leaned against the counter, sipping his drink.
'I wonder where Miriam went last night?' he thought. 'She seemed really pissed at me. I wonder what made her so irritable?'
Hearing noises in the bedroom, he went to see if she had come home. She had and was packing clothing and personal items into two rolling suitcases; a determined look on her pretty face.
"What do you think you're doing?" Ted said.
"What does it look like?" Maureen answered angrily. "I'm leaving."
"What the Hell ...?" Ted began, but she cut him off.
"You've changed, Ted," Miriam continued. "You used to be so sweet and loving, now you're totally obsessed with that wife of yours. That's all you talk and think about; you and that lawyer buddy of yours. You never pay attention to me. We never do anything together anymore. I've had it. I'm leaving you."
"You can't do this to me," Ted blustered, "Where are you going to go anyway; back to your folks?"
"I'm going to live with someone who really loves me, someone who cares for me. She makes me feel like a woman, like I truly belong with her. That's who."
"A woman, some dyke, what the Hell, Maureen, I didn't know you liked women."
"I never thought I did either, until she ... Just forget it," she zipped the suitcase shut, "That's it, I'm gone. I'll be back later for the rest of my things."
"You can't leave," Ted snarled, "You can't do this. After all we've meant to each other you're leaving me for some bull dyke?"
"Get out of my way, Ted," Maureen said, striding forward dragging two suitcases behind her.
"I'll be damned if you're gonna do this," Ted said, grabbing her left arm, "I won't let you, I mean it."
"Let go of me, Ted, you're hurting me. Nothing you can do can change my mind. You can't keep me here against my will. If you don't let go of me I'm calling the police."
"You aren't calling anybody ..." Ted began, drawing his right arm back to punch her when he felt a grip of iron around his upper arm and he was lifted off the ground.
"You need to keep your hands to yourself, little man," said a woman's voice. A second later he was flung halfway across the room to smash into a chest of drawers, splintering the wood, then fell heavily to the carpet, bleeding and unconscious.
"I thought you might need some help moving," Demeter said with a smile. "It seems I was right. You all packed, sweetie?"
Maureen stood gaping in shock and amazement. Demeter had lifted him effortlessly and then thrown him across the room like a sack of feathers.
"How ... how did you do that?" she gasped. "He isn't hurt is he?"
"Not really," was the reply. "He may have a bruise or two. It's a shame about the furniture, though. My aim isn't what it used to be. Was that yours?"
"No, it was my ex-roommates, but she never came back for it. How the Hell did you do that?"
"I'll explain later. Do you have everything you need?"
"Yes, I do. There's still some stuff in the kitchen and the couch and chairs are mine ..."
"Leave them; you won't want to come back here anyway. Not after this little escapade." She lifted the suitcases with one hand and said, "Let's go."
Maureen followed her new lover to the elevator as the apartment door clicked shut behind them. She was in awe of Demeter's strength and casual demeanor. The woman was unruffled, not a hair out of place in spite of her exertions. It was crazy, but Maureen found the whole incident sexually arousing. She could hardly wait until they got back to Demeter's place so they could make passionate love.
***
The halls at Alexander Hamilton High School were abuzz with conversation about the upcoming Senior Prom and the graduation ceremonies. Since over half the student body was graduating, the prom would be the largest the school had ever hosted and, as a result, was being held at the local country club instead of the school gym.
Speculation was rampant as who would be taking whom to the prom, who already had a date and who hadn't been asked yet, who was on the decorating committee, what would be the prom theme, what band would be providing the music and so on. Angie and Ronnie were in the thick of things, as usual and when asked who their dates were for the prom, they just smiled and said it was a surprise.
When the big night came, couples began arriving at the country club on motorcycles, in family cars and in limos; the boys, looking uncomfortable, wearing rented tuxedos, the girls sporting the latest fashions in ball gowns, hair and nails done expertly by beauty salons, some teetering slightly in unaccustomed high heels.
As the ballroom began to fill with participants and the band was assembling on stage, people began to wonder where Ronnie and Angie were and who their dates could be. No one at school seemed to know and just about everyone had paired off with someone they knew. Then Ronnie and Angie strolled into the ballroom, elegantly coiffed, resplendent in their gowns, each wearing gardenias in a wrist corsage and holding hands. Their friends immediately surged around them, complimenting them on their appearance and asking where their dates were.
"She's my date. We're a couple now," the girls chorused, and then kissed.
Needless to say, their declaration of love for one another caused quite a stir as word spread throughout the hall. Many congratulated them, some did not, regardless, the girls thoroughly enjoyed themselves, accepting invitations to fast dance from both sexes, but only slow dancing with each other.
Having received several invitations to after prom parties during the course of the evening, they chose the one closest to their homes thinking that if they over indulged in the beer and wine they knew would be there, they could always call their mothers to come get them or just walk home.
Accepting one of several rides offered to them, they soon arrived at the party. Upon their entering, they were immediately surrounded by a bevy of their curious female classmates wanting to know all about their relationship. Angie and Ronnie were both surprised and a bit flattered by all the attention and tried to answer them as frankly as possible.
During the course of the conversation, some of the girls began openly flirting and wondering if they could be in a threesome with them. Angie and Ronnie smiled politely and said they would think about it. Someone brought over a tray of drinks, then another and soon they all were pleasantly buzzed as the conversation became more ribald and the girls moved more closely together. Being already aroused from their slow dancing, Angie and Ronnie's gradual intoxication further fanned the flames of their desire until they wanted nothing more than to be alone and enjoy each other.
Asking to use the bathroom, they were directed upstairs. Padding barefoot, carrying their high heels and purses, they searched for a place to be alone, found a vacant bedroom, went in and locked the door. Shedding their prom dresses and, not wearing bras or panties, they scrambled into bed, molded their nubile bodies together and began kissing hungrily with lots of tongue.
Angie pushed Ronnie on her back, dove between her creamy thighs and pressed her mouth against her lover's already drenched pussy, licking and sucking like a hungry wolf. Ronnie grabbed handfuls of Angie's dark, silken hair, thrusting her hips against her lovers wiggling tongue, wanting to cum and cum and cum into her pretty mouth.
Angie growled deep in her throat as she ate Ronnie out, the girl's squeals and moans driving her to even higher levels of raw passion. Ronnie's mind was reeling as the sensations of being sucked, licked, nibbled and fingered in her most intimate of places by the woman she loved made her want to cry because it felt so wonderful.
