Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 1
The recognition was instantaneous. Lisa glanced out the door
of her cubicle office on the 2nd floor of the Midwestern
hospital where she worked and in a most jarring moment of
“what the hell is she doing here” immediately recognized the
woman she spotted walking through the hallway. The shock to
her senses of that woman’s presence was dramatic. She had
thought of Jean off and on since college, more often during
the past five or so years. But in an instant, an entire set
of emotions, symmetrical to the ones she had felt back in
college over 35 years prior, came flooding back into her
consciousness.
She remembered the sneer that had come across Jean’s face
shortly after their first interlude. She remembered the hot
flush of anger that had turned her face crimson. She
remembered the lust that had built within her loins that
long ago spring day. She recalled the vision of Jean’s naked
body approaching her own and the dagger-stare that she
returned with equal venom. These thoughts and a smorgasbord
of others overtook her. Her work tasks fell instantly to the
back burner. She lost all focus and struggled to make it
through her day as a nursing supervisor. Her job was an
important one, and she loved it. But this day, and the 4
hours that remained in her shift were likely among her least
productive ever.
Jean, unaware of the recognition that had occurred as she
paused at the counter in that hallway, was happy to have
landed her new job as an administrative assistant at the
hospital. She had worked in various jobs over the past 30
years, moving up from various health care related
employments, including billing control, and office
supervisory positions to become a well-respected manager of
some large departments in medical facilities. Her new job
was a step up and it suited her talents well. She was on her
second day when she had taken a quick tour of the facility
and it was during her cruise that she had unknowingly
entered the view of the woman that had fueled her
competitive drive in a way that only another sexy woman
could. Jean, a beautiful woman of 56, had thought about Lisa
off and on during the passing of the decades. She could not
have forgotten the sequence of events that had transpired
back in 1971. She was only 20 at that time, but for now she
was unaware that she too would soon have a Déjà vu moment,
including the similar swell of emotions and hormones from
that long ago interlude; returning with a vengeance that
would almost knock her off her feet.
The women had changed of course during the intervening years
and a lot of water had passed under the bridge in both their
lives. Both were happily married, Lisa to Sam, and Jean to
Brent. Sam worked in the business world and travelled a lot.
Brent was a contractor and both men were good husbands and
partners to their respective spouses. Both had kids that
were grown and out of the house. They now lived in the same
metropolitan area and enjoyed the same types of activities,
both social and private. Jean had spent a dozen years a
thousand miles away, but she had returned near to her roots,
only a hundred miles from the college town where she had
first crossed paths with Lisa. While their lives weren’t
exactly parallel they did share a common thread of the
stages of their lives passing at about the same times, and
the cycle of passion in their marriages was also very
similar. With the children gone, and the maturity of their
years giving them the confidence in themselves, both women
had expanded their sexual repertoire in concert with their
husbands, to the benefit of both. Jean had willingly shared
her encounter with Lisa to her husband. Brent, eager to
spark their lovemaking, very much enjoyed the type of
encounter Jean revealed. He would bring it up every few
months and Jean, knowing how horny the story made him, would
retell the story as prelude to or incorporated within their
lovemaking. She may have embellished the story a little, but
even in its most accurate retelling it had a wickedly
exciting impact on both of their libidos.
Back in the early seventies all that was long in the future
and the two young women, a year apart in age, had met in a
dormitory about midway of the school year. Jean, at 20, was
a lovely young lady with soft medium brown hair, and very
sexy. Her facial features were smooth and pretty in a
genuinely attractive way. Her infectious smiles made her
easy to approach and get to know. She really enjoyed college
and was looking forward to her move off-campus the next fall
with a small group of girls she had come to know. One of
those girls was Lisa’s roommate Wanda.
As Jean’s friendship with Wanda had grown over the semester,
and they were spending more and more time with each other,
Lisa had grown annoyed by the lack of attention she was
getting from Wanda. Lisa really liked boys, but the close
relationship she had developed with Wanda occasionally
sparked some lustful lesbian thoughts in Lisa’s pretty head.
A little bi-curiosity seemed quite exciting and not at all
perverted. Wanda was a very sexy beauty and Jean shared the
same hidden lustful curiosity towards her that warmed Lisa’s
loins.
Wanda and Lisa had been roommates that fall and they did
practically everything together. But as the spring semester
developed, the enmity and jealousy between Lisa and Jean had
sprouted more fertile than could be contained. Each sensed
in the other a threat. It wasn’t because either of them were
actually Wanda’s lover, but somehow the female-to-female
bond of friendship (and deeply hidden lesbian lust) towards
Wanda just didn’t work as a triumvirate. Both Jean and Lisa
grew attuned to the friction that grew stronger by the week.
Lisa, a gorgeous dark-haired beauty, was yet 19 and her
bitterness at the thought of Wanda leaving the dorm to go
live with Jean was stirring pretty intense feelings of
rivalry. That rivalry naturally included the mutual
comparison of their figures and beauty. They were very
similar in build. Fine shapely asses and full round breasts
made them seriously sexy, and their lovely faces were sure
to cause a lot of the horny college guys to grow rigid at
their sight. Either would have been quite a catch.
TO BE CONTINUED