Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 5
That is until today, more than 35 years later.
Jean had finished her studies at the college and moved out
into the workplace, moving up in her career, raising a
family, and now obtaining this job in the same metropolitan
hospital where Lisa worked. She was confident in her career
and driven to succeed and do well at whatever she tackled.
The lifelong transformation of Jean’s personality, like most
peoples, is sparked by many influences. Surely as the sun
sets in the western sky at night, that May afternoon’s
events had their impact on her. While only occasionally at
the forefront of her mind over the intervening years, the
physical confrontation with Lisa had helped mold her into a
very competitive person, while never losing her overall
sweetness and good nature. Her intuition had rewarded her
well in all her jobs, including occasional inferences about
other women’s weaknesses which she used to her advantage as
she worked her way up the ladder of success.
A mature woman in her early fifties now, Lisa retained the
delightful aura of confidence and attractiveness that made
her such a desirable woman. The afternoon wore on at a
snail’s pace as Lisa found herself twisted in knots deep
inside her belly. The ancient spark of hatred for Jean had
found its fuel. The spark turned into glowing embers and the
churning emotions almost overcame her. She managed to finish
her day’s work, but not without numerous time-outs insider
her cubby-hole office, where she could digest the situation.
Her mind was torn between multiplicities of options, but her
body was not torn at all. Her body responded in total
unanimity: desire and lust and nervous anticipation. Her
nipples involuntarily poked at her clothing. Her panties
became damp from both the modest secretions of her pussy as
well as the perspiration generated by the excess heat trying
to escape her loins. “Shit! How could this happen? I haven’t
seen her in 35 years.” Lisa regurgitated her feelings form
that May afternoon back in ’71 and the clear message she had
shared with Jean upon their departure. She remembered their
parting words indelibly. Had she really meant it? You bet
she did. Did she want to confront Jean? Intimately? She sure
did! All of that! Her emotions raged within her, her body
quivering and shaking with the powerful anticipation of
confronting Jean once again.
But how? Should she find a way to ambush her at work? Should
she just wait for the next happenstance meeting and see how
Jean would react? She even wondered if Jean would remember
her and their encounter from so long ago. (She needn’t have
worried about that.) Her relationship with Wanda had faded
into her background memories, replaced almost completely by
the memories of her minutes-long encounter with Jean. All
that seemed to matter from that freshman semester now was
the brief interlude with Jean and the overpowering feeling
that there was some unfinished business that needed
attending to. She sat at her desk, alone, her thoughts
racing along, trying to plan what she would say to Jean when
they met. She considered things to say if the meeting came
about among co-workers and also if they happened to meet
alone. What did she want to say in the event she could
surprise Jean somehow? She squeezed her legs together,
feeling the pressure on her labia, an ache growing down
there that demanded attention. She desperately wanted to rub
herself, but the threat of getting caught was too great and
she was forced to suffer unfulfilled for the remaining hours
at work.
As she drove home that evening she debated whether to tell
her husband about the encounter. Sam and she both had come
to enjoy fantasies of Lisa involved in intimate
woman-versus-woman challenges. There had even been a few
instances of real-life encounters that had occurred with
pleasant consequences. Lisa’s libido had taken a decidedly
exciting turn, both for her and for Sam, a number of years
earlier, when she was in her late thirties. A community
organization was holding a fund-raising dance that she and
Sam attended together. The women were dressed to kill and
Lisa looked stunning. She spied another woman, Debbie, with
her husband Don, whose looks were quite similar to her own,
and whose acquaintance with Lisa and Sam was pleasant, if
not close. As they danced together Lisa felt compelled to
bump her butt with her own round ass. At first Debbie didn’t
respond, but after the second thump, Lisa saw Debbie glance
over her shoulder and smile a devilishly delightful smile as
if to say, “Ok girl. Whatever!” Debbie’s ass smashed back
into Lisa and the two of them finished the dance, dueling
asses with thumps, pushes, sliding pressure, and tiny gasps.
They parted at the end of the dance and smiled sweetly at
each other, each woman confident she had ‘bested’ her rival.
The evening lovemaking between Lisa and Sam was one of
several “pinnacles of pleasure” they shared, thanks to the
events of the night and the retelling.
A New Year’s Eve party several years later culminated with
an intense catfight caused by one of Lisa’s co-workers
taking liberties and making advances towards Sam.
Fortunately for Lisa she had managed to eek out a hellish
victory at the end of that fight. Tops were torn off and the
snarling women had to be pulled apart by a group of
onlookers as Lisa slapped her rival silly.
Sam had admitted how horny it made him when Lisa described,
over and over, and in minute detail, everything that had
happened. He had ached for years to see Lisa involved in an
encounter like that. Such thoughts were only fantasy for the
next 15 years, but they were wonderful fantasy. Lisa, during
that time, had admitted to Sam her initiation with Jean, way
back in her college days. It fueled his desire as much as it
did hers.
TO BE CONTINUED