Shoulders dropped, head shaking at the sight of another yellow sticky-note. Heather had just opened the door to her room to go brush her teeth and wash her face. There it was. Stuck to her bedroom door, flapping slightly. Another yellow-sticky note with a complaint from her roommate Gail.
“Fuck,” she said, aloud.
James, her boyfriend didn’t even stir. He was probably still drunk. They’d been clubbing last night like most Fridays. Arrived home about 2:30 am and staggered as quietly as they could to her room. Hence, the complaint.
'Can you please keep the noise down at 3 am!!! Some of us have to work in the morning.' Signed, Gail.
Heather had had enough. Her relationship with James was marginal at best. She knew he was just using her. The apartment was convenient for partying in New York. A flat on the upper west side. She’d never been to his place. Never met his family. He almost never picked up the checks. His last name was Smith…suspicious. But, he was gorgeous. Tall, lean, and a great smile and locks of wavy brown hair. That would be enough if he was the slightest bit considerate in the bedroom.
Heather shook her head and remembered what she was doing. She was going to brush her teeth and wash the dried cum off her face before going to talk to James. Another drunken party ended with another quick blow-job and nothing for her. Worst, the bastard always pulled out and held her head so he would cum all over her face. "That’s the hottest babe," he would say. Last night Heather was too tired. He came, laid down and fell asleep in his clothes. She laid down next to him and passed out too. Cum still on her face.
'First I will deal with James and then that bitch', she thought to herself.
Independent and strong, Heather was a 5 foot 5 inch, red-haired dynamo. Trim, tight body with small perky breasts with sharp pink nipples. Heather turned heads in every room she entered. She hated herself for letting a man treat her like a cum rag for so long. After washing up she would confront him and lay down new rules or he could just fuck-the-hell-off. Then, she would talk to Gail; apologize for being noisy but ask her to back-the-fuck-up. Today was reckoning day.
Her heart sank when she got back to her room. James left a yellow sticky-note. 'Gotta run, babe. Got golf with my dad today.'
Heather thought to herself, “at least Gail will be gone and I can have some peace for the day.”
“Coffee. That’s what I need.” So she set off to the kitchen for a brew. “I’m gonna need a pot.”
She stopped in her tracks. Two more yellow sticky-notes greeted her in the kitchen. She slowly walked over to the fridge. “Someone drank all my milk last night. Please replace it today. Gail.” Then she moved to the sink. “These dishes are from last night. Please wash. Gail.”
A wave of heat washed over Heather. Her face was a red as her hair.
“That fucking passive aggressive, librarian, geek!” she shouted.
Turning on the spot to leave; she saw her. Gail hadn’t gone to the bank for a 9 am opening. She was only working a half day since she didn’t sleep most of the night. Heather’s anger and color quickly drained from her face and was replaced with the ghostly look of regret. Gail was looking her in the eyes, trembling, almost in tears. And then, she was gone.MAKE-UP
Gail had an uptight aura about her. Adolescence in a born-again Christian home is never easy. She was beautiful but she didn’t know it. A tall and voluptuous blonde she hid all her curves under frumpy clothing. Her hair was always in a ponytail with long bangs covering her big blue eyes. Barely any makeup, her mother said it was the devil’s paint.
“Only whores from the city wear makeup”, her mother would say.
Keeping it all together was what she always did. Keep control. Show no emotion. And no one will hurt me. But a knife just went through her heart. Gail admired Heather. She wanted to be like her. Independent. Smart. Beautiful. Now she heard what Heather really thought of her. Librarian. Geek. Passive aggressive.
“I hate myself-ugly-librarian,” she said over and over as she cried in front of her full length mirror.
A soft knock at the door. “Gail, please let me in.”
“Go away!” she stammered.
“Please. I’m sorry. I want to talk,” Heather pleaded. “I was going to talk to you after work today anyway.”
“Why? To tell me I’m a loser? That I’m ugly?” Gail spat back. “Well. Job done. You can go out with your boyfriends and have a good laugh.”
Heather didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t take these notes anymore. But she couldn’t hurt someone like this either. She had to fix this.
“I’m staying here until you let me in or come out.”
The door unlocked.
Heather turned the knob and opened the door slowly. Gail was now lying face down on her bed crying. Her clothes were disheveled. For the first time Heather witnessed what was a stunning body underneath tweed, wool, and cotton. Heather was petite with a taut body, but she was, for the first time jealous of Gail.
She sat on the end of the bed.
“It was wrong of me to say those things. I’m sorry. I will move out if you want me to.” Heather didn’t believe she just offered this because she couldn’t afford anywhere else. But it seemed to work.
“No, don’t leave me,” Gail snapped back to the present.
“I’m sorry Gail, but I can’t seem to make you happy and I sure don’t ever want to see another yellow sticky-note in my life.”
Now the real waterworks started. Gail was inconsolable.
“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Gail stuttered into her pillow. Heather felt like she had just burst a baby’s balloon.
“I… don’t… want you… to… leave… you… are my only friend… in New York.”
Heather thought, 'This is so sad. I’m her friend?'
She composed herself. “What about your boyfriend, Mike?”
Once Gail calmed down she started to explain. Mike took her on a date every Saturday night. Dinner, a show, and then he would drop her off and maybe give her a kiss. “I’m too ugly for even a; what do you say; putz; like Mike to want me.”
“That’s not true,” Heather tried to comfort her. “You are incredibly pretty. You just need to show it. Have some confidence.” Mike? Why does she want him? “Mike, will not be able to keep his hands off of you if he saw what I see.”
“Truly.” Heather had an idea. “Promise me you will not leave me any more yellow sticky-notes. Just talk to me if I do something to upset up.”
“In fact, why don’t we chip in to get a maid to help straighten out the place?”
'What a great idea,' Heather thought. Why hadn’t she thought of this sooner? She could afford a half hour a week more than she could afford a new place. And Gail could definitely afford it.
“That will take care of half the stuff that bothers you. And, I will… I will help you bring out the real you!”
Gail wasn’t sure. But she definitely didn’t want to drive away her only friend in this big cold city. Another less sure, “ok”, escaped her lips. The maid, no problem, she had money. The notes, she could try to be more direct. A makeover?
Heather jumped up off the bed and headed for the door. “Where are you going,” said Gail.
“I have appointments to make. Book next Friday off. Mike won’t know what hit him.”
Wednesday, shopping for new clothes, Heather took Gail to new stores and had her try on dozens of sexy outfits. In the change room with her helping, Heather found herself sneaking peaks at her roommate’s curvy body. Her feelings began to stir.
Next, they were off to Victoria Secret to buy something that didn’t come from grandma’s collection of tan brassieres and girdles. Heather could barely contain herself. As Gail tried on teddies and bras and they picked thigh highs and thongs, Heather was getting aroused. She was being turned-on by this tall, voluptuous body. The more Gail resisted trying on sexy clothes, the more she was shy about revealing the goddess beneath, and the more Heather was stimulated. She thought to herself, 'Mike doesn’t stand a chance…..lucky bastard.'
And then she noticed something. She hadn’t seen it earlier but now as she was eating Gail up with her eyes it was obvious. Gail had never trimmed her bush. Hair was running down her thigh and a thin tract to her belly button.
“Hang on for a minute Gail, I have to go change our spa appointment.”
Friday the girls both took the day off and headed for the spa. If Gail was uncomfortable shopping for underwear, wait until this afternoon. They slept in and after long hot showers went for brunch. At noon a five hour spa treatment would start for both of them. Gail had never been. First, together they had mani-pedis. Then they each went to separate rooms for massages. Now that part that Gail didn’t know about. Her Brazilian.
“No, I can’t do that,” Gail refused.
“You have to, I saw what you’ve got going on down there. You look like a 70’s porn star. Trust me, that’s not the look today. In an hour we are styling your hair and guess what; these days’ guys expect you to style down there too.” Heather tried to explain as delicately as she could.
“Come in with me, please? I can’t be with a strange woman looking and touching me there,” Gail pleaded.
Heather swallowed hard. 'Oh my God', she thought, 'Yes, yes, yes.' But she composed herself. As calmly as she could she said, “OK.”
Next thing she knew, Heather was in a chair holding Gail’s hand as a cute young beautician was trimming the copious bush off of her friend. Gail’s eyes were closed but Heather’s were wide open. The beautician revealed the most beautiful pink orchid Heather had ever seen. When the young lady popped out to get the wax Heather had to have a better look. With her free hand she pulled the hood back to reveal a huge clitoris. Gail’s eyes were still closed. For all she knew this was part of the service. Slowly Heather released the skin and took her hand back.
She squirmed in her chair, wet as ever. It had been a long time since she had a good orgasm, James being so self centered. But tonight, she was going to her happy place.
Next, the friends had their hair and makeup done. Heather looked like she did most nights she would go out. But Gail, could have been a model. Her hair was down, flowing blonde waves but out of her face. Her face was stunning. Never had Heather seen just how beautiful Gail’s eyes were or noticed her big pouty lips. “Wow.” Everyone in the spa’s styling section started to applaud. Gail started to cry.
“What’s wrong,” said Heather as she rubbed her friend’s back.
Gail looked up with big wet tears running down her face. “This is the first time in my life I’ve felt pretty.”
Heather gave her a big hug. “You always were, babe. You just didn’t know it.”
Riccardo, Gail’s stylist joined the hug and started to cry to. In a moment, all the employees in the spa’s saloon and the customers, who got up out of their chairs, were in a big group hug. Some were crying. Some were smiling. Then one little old lady who was right next to Gail’s face said, “Honey, we’re all beautiful. Don’t ever forget it.”STAND-UP
Saturday afternoon and Gail was nervous. Lack of confidence was showing. She didn’t want to put on the new clothes or do her makeup. Heather put her foot down.
“Dammit, you are about the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and you are going to show it tonight,” Heather said, “I will dress you myself if I have to.”
Gail had had a shower but was sitting on her bed with wet hair and a bathrobe. First thing Heather set about doing was her hair. First she blew it dry and then she started with a curling iron and hair spray. Next, makeup. Gail was still down. It took Heather about an hour to get Gail’s hair and makeup done. 'It’s not as easy to do it on someone else', she thought.
By now it was 3:30 and Heather had poured them large glasses of white wine. Gail didn’t usually drink but she was guzzling it today. The second bottle was uncorked by 4:00 and Heather had barely time for a sip.
“Underwear next,” Heather instructed. Gail resisted. So Heather grabbed Gail’s robe and took it off. Gail stood there naked, with her large D cup breasts, thin waist and round firm ass. Heather froze for a second. Self-conscience Gail, but she didn’t even flinch. If it was the wine or that she was so terrified of her new self, Gail was nearly catatonic. Heather snapped herself from her staring trance and went to Gail’s dresser. She grabbed what she was wanted.
Slowly she started to dress Gail. Her roommate cooperated. She put on a black thong and thigh highs. Then a matching push up bra. Heather pulled up the thong and brushed her hand over Gail’s Brazilian. As she pulled up the stockings she rubbed her legs. She reached around to put the bra on from behind and cupped Gail’s bosom. Heather had never been with a woman, but she could feel herself getting wet. She stepped away and took a large gulp of wine. “Calm down”, she muttered to herself.
Back to dressing Gail, now she helped her into her dress. A beautiful black dress that went to just about her knee but hugged all her curves. Since Mike always picked her up early because he was a boring shit who didn’t stay up past 10 pm, Gail was ready for 5 pm sharp. Heather made Gail stand in front of the full length again.
“Wow. Last time you stood here I had called you a librarian,” Gail remembered. “Tonight, you are a goddess. Time to act like one!”
That seemed to do it. Gail’s confidence returned. She was pretty. Mike wouldn’t be able to resist her now. One more glass of wine, an overcoat and she was in the lobby waiting for him to pick her up.
Heather hadn’t made any plans of her own. She had laid down the law with James. If he wanted her he would treat her with respect. She would know he was serious if the next time they went out it was to meet his family. She didn’t care if he didn’t have money. She wanted him and he would have to show her that he wanted her too. All of her, not just a playmate and sugar mommy.
Maybe that was it. She hadn’t heard from him since they talked Tuesday. “I guess I’m single again”, Heather said as she took the remainder of the wine and sat in front of the TV in her Brown University sweatshirt and grey track pants with holes worn through.
What Heather didn’t know was that night James was telling his family about a great woman he wanted to bring home. He’d been dating her for over a year. He had to get his parents’ permission before bringing her home. And they had to use his law firm’s private detective to check her out. This would take a week at least. Heather would learn a week later that James Smith was actually James Rosien-Smith. His dad was a founding partner of a major national law firm. James was interning at a firm his family owned.
James never let her know because he wanted to know if she really liked him. At Harvard he had his pick of women. His name alone guaranteed blowjobs. He rarely had sex because he didn’t want to get trapped. He never learned how to satisfy a woman because, well because he never had to. But all of this would have to wait another week. She was not going to call him. She was going to get drunk and watch Friends with Benefits on Netflix, again.
Just then she her the door slam. And then the door to Gail’s bedroom slammed. “Oh-o”, Heather gulped.
Again, she was on the outside of Gail’s locked door while Gail sobbed inside. Again, she had to make the same threat. Again, she heard the door unlock.
This time Heather burst in. “What the hell happened?”
Gail was standing there, as beautiful as ever, coat on the floor, tears and mascara running down her face.
“Mike didn’t show up.” Heather didn’t know what to say. Maybe he was late, but it was already after 6:00. Gail continued, “I called him to ask when he was arriving. He said I should check my email and hung up.”
More tears but quiet ones as Gail handed Heather her cell phone. She read it to herself. It was brief and to the point. Just like Mike. It was cowardly. Just like Mike. ‘I’ve met someone else. Best of luck. Your friend, Mike.”
“You see. I’m ugly. No one wants me. I know you were being nice; but it’s over.”
Heather didn’t know what to do. So, she just thought to undo what she’d done that day and see if she could think of anything to say. But she knew, this had to cut deep.
“Okay, first let’s get that makeup off your face before you look like a raccoon and get into some comfortable clothes. You just haven’t gone through this before. You’ll see, things will be better in the morning. But breakups are ice cream time. The whole tub.” Heather smiled.
Heather sat Gail on the edge of the bed and gently started to take off her makeup. Her natural beauty was exposed. Then she had her take of the dress. The procedure seemed to run in reverse from two hours ago. Heather unzipped Gail and slowly removed her dress, then hung it up on the closet. Gail just stood there sniffling. Then she removed her bra, but this time from the front. She unclipped it, drew the straps over her shoulders and then let it fall to the floor. Heather looked up into Gail’s eyes. The crying had stopped.
Then Heather put her thumbs under the sides of the thong and slowly pulled them to the floor. She left her stockings on. Then she did something that surprised even herself. She wrapped her arms around Gail’s waist and gave her a long kiss on the mouth. Gail swallowed. Heather looked into those big blue sad eyes and then took Gail by the hand over to the bed and laid her down.
Heather climbed on top of Gail and started to kiss her softly. She kissed her eyes. She kissed her forehead. And then her neck as she slowly started moving down her body. She cupped Gail’s large breasts and started to suck each nipple firmly in turns. Gail moaned softly. She wanted this. She needed this. Heather, still holding each of her roommate’s breasts started kissing her belly. Softly. Gently. She ran her hands down Gail’s sides and slid them over her thighs and parted Gail’s legs. Then she slid one hand under her and moved the other one up as if to press Gail chest down on the bed.
Her lips made their way to Gail’s mound. Heather licked slowly from the ass to the clit. She had never tasted a woman before. She wanted more. Gail was getting very wet. So was Heather. Now her tongue focused on Gail’s clit. Up, up, up, over and over. Gail was moving her hips and squirming but Heather pushed her down with one hand and cupped her ass with the other. She started to suck on her clit. Gail was breathing heavy. Heather slid her hand from under Gail’s bottom to her pussy. She put in one finger, then two. Her palm facing up she started to rub Gail’s G-spot while she sucked and chewed on her clit. Heather was bucking hard.
Gail’s breathing was fast and hard. She had never felt this before. The few times she had had sex with a man they were brief and awkward affairs. Her mind was blank. All she felt was Heather. And then it happened. Her body twitching. Her legs and sheets were soaked. She was having her first orgasm; and it was massive. Heather didn’t stop. She thought, this was ambrosia. She was drinking up Gail’s juices and loving it. The orgasm seemed to subside a bit and then welled up to another one. Heather felt Gail’s vagina squeezing her fingers. Heather again, didn’t stop. Gail couldn’t breathe. Again, she was gushing. Her whole body was convulsing. She put Heather’s head in a vice lock with her legs and rolled over. She curled up with Heather trapped and twitched.
In a few moments she relaxed her legs and Heather slipped out and spooned her. Her arm around Gail’s waist, she reached over her and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. Gail’s breathing was starting to return to normal. She turned her head and kissed Heather hard on the mouth. Then she put her head on the pillow and looked into Heather’s eyes.
“I love you. I think I always have.” And Gail fell asleep being held by her friend.PROLOGUE
The girls have remained best friends and secret lovers for twenty years. Their families get together on occasion. Gail now manages her own branch on Long Island where she lives with her husband Paul and their three children. Heather moved to Manhattan after she married James and has a son, Will. They live in a two floor condo on Central Park West. Will walks to work at his Dad’s firm where he is now a full partner. They run together in the Park on weekends. Heather is on several charity boards and is the president of the Women’s League at their country club in the Hamptons. If they only knew.
Thursdays is the day the lovers meet. Heather called it their real marriage. This Thursday it would be the twentieth anniversary of the night Lawrence stood Gail up. Not that either of them remembered the exact date.
Heather and Gail secretly kept their own money in accounts separate from their husbands managed by Gail at her branch. This was their money. A joint account from which they purchased a small one bedroom condo in Westbury, just off the 495. The bank was closed Sundays and Gail took Thursday as her other day off. Since everyone was at work or school she has all day to herself and made it clear to her family that “this is Mommy’s day.” Paul would order dinner when he got home after the sitter left.
They would meet there every week. Make lunch, talk, and hold each other. Sometimes they would make love for every single minute they were together. Sometimes they would cry. Most times they would laugh.
Heather was late arriving today.
“Damn traffic! There was an accident in the tunnel. How is my baby today?”
Gail smiled and coyly said, “I’ve got something new for you today.”
“Oohhh, I can’t wait.”
“But I have to leave early today. Junior has his first hockey game and I promised I’d be there.” Gail voice now had a tinge of regret. “We can’t have a soak together. I have to have a quick shower and then go. Sorry.”
Now Gail’s face had an almost evil look on it. Hungry. “Our time today will be short but intense.”
Heather swallowed hard. She knew what that meant. Soreness. And unbelievable ecstasy. Gail wasn’t the shy sexually repressed girl she was twenty years ago. On days like today, she took charge and threw Heather’s little body around until she got what she wanted.
The hair on Heather’s neck stood on end.
Gail stared at Heather intensely and waited. She wanted to see the fear, the longing in Heather’s eyes. She got what she wanted.
“Now go get ready. Naked. On our bed. On all fours. Daddy has a new toy.”
Heather did was she was told. Sopping wet with anticipation she waited on all fours. And waited.
The condo was always hot on Thursdays. A programmable thermostat was one of their first purchases for their matrimonial home. They kept the place cold to save money. Expect on Thursdays. It was set to 80 summer or winter. Closets were full of their clothes, but none were wore in here. The shades were always drawn.
Gail appeared; sporting a new huge black strap-on covered in lube. Heather gulped again. James wouldn’t get anything tonight.
Spent. Out of breath. Both women lay there, chests heaving. Gail was right, she made up for having the leave early.
“Babe, give me a kiss, I gotta run.”
Heather feebly put her arms up and Gail rolled on to her and embraced her. This was their favourite moment. Holding each other after a day of sharing stories, laughs, and orgasms. Today, Heather barely had the energy to hug. Stretched and sore, her vagina still twitched.
“I have to grab a quick shower. See you next week?” Gail always asked. A demon in the bedroom, she was still in many ways the shy, insecure girl that reluctantly sublet her extra bedroom to a girl she thought was a slut all those years ago.
As Gail walked to the shower Heather offered, “I will make you a latté to-go and put it on the sofa table by the door.”
Heather finished touching up her makeup. She turned to survey the condo as she always did before she left. She left the wet towels on the floor, the bed unmade, and the dirty dishes in the sink. 'That’s why we pay the maid,' she thought to herself.
She grabbed her purse and keys and headed for the door. There it was. A yellow sticky-note. Stuck to the door. She walked up and read it.
“You are the love of my life.” Signed, the Librarian.
Heather closed the door behind her and was locking the deadbolt, when she thought, “God! I love yellow sticky-notes.”
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