Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 7
Friday morning found Brent and Jean at the breakfast table.
They made their usual small talk, and discussed their plan
to go for a beach walk and picnic on Saturday. They loved
the beach, finding a “special” fun in secluded spots where
they could “enjoy” each other’s company in certain very
physical ways. Jean wanted to celebrate her joy at the new
job with Brent. The forecast for Saturday was warm and
muggy, but with a breeze off the lake. Brent loved to visit
Great Lakes beaches as much as any man, and more, ever since
he discovered Jean’s willingness to get a little daring. His
lovely wife provided wonderful company and he could usually
find a spot “away from the crowd” and convince her to be
“bold” and he would delve deeply into his wife’s private
compartments. If that didn’t work out there might at least
be some other healthy damsels to view. He always took
binoculars, just in case a “ship” went by. At Jean’s
suggestion, he planned to bring along their digital camera.
The possibilities intrigued him, even though he wasn’t quite
sure just why Jean had made the suggestion.
For Lisa, Friday morning brought a smorgasbord of
tantalizing thoughts. She had slept fitfully, visions of
Jean recurring over and over again as she tossed and turned.
Sam was out of town on business and she had not shared her
discovery with anyone. With Sam so enthralled by her
previous encounters involving other women, he would have
loved to have shared in her plans, but Lisa knew he would be
preoccupied by his business and she was not prepared to
“wait” for Sam when the chance of meeting Jean again was so
real and imminent. While not definitively working out a plan
to “introduce” herself to Jean she did have some idea of how
she’d approach the devil-woman that she had so loved to hate
and lust over for the past decades.
It happened early. Lisa’s plan, as such, didn’t come to
fruition in exactly the style she had formulated in her
pretty head, but the results were just as perfect as she
could have imagined.
Just after 9:30 Lisa had some moments between “must-do”
duties and she nervously ventured towards the administrative
area. Just as she passed the snack room, just off the
corridor, she caught site of Jean, filling a cup of coffee.
Jean was quartering away from Lisa, but Lisa recognized her
instantly. After all, with her feline-like instincts she was
“on the hunt”. She quickly stepped inside the open door and
leaned back against the frame. Her arms crossed underneath
her boobs, squeezing them upward. The pursed-lips smile was
just forming on her face as Jean, aware of the “intruder”
behind her, turned towards Lisa.
She started to offer a pleasant greeting, getting it half
out of her mouth before the realization hit her. “Can I
help……………….?” Her voice trailed off. A few drops of hot
coffee bounced out of the cup as her hand shook in that
moment of recognition; “What the fuck,” she thought. It was
Lisa in her sights after more than 35 years. The smirk on
Lisa’s face was so reminiscent of the look burned into
Jean’s memory that Déjà vu isn’t a strong enough descriptor
of what Jean felt at that moment. She had to set the coffee
down for fear of another spill.
Lisa, nerves aside, and relishing the moment, answered the
question that Jean hadn’t had the composure to finish, but
that Lisa intuitively knew. “Oh yes. You can help. You can
help me finish what we never got a chance to back in
college.” She knew by the twinkle in Jean’s eyes that not a
smidgen of meaning was lost on her. A grin crept across
Jean’s face as her own arms folded beneath her bosom.
The women took a long, long moment to gauge each other. They
examined each other’s faces and bodies, and measured the
modifications in appearance brought by the years, as best
they could considering their professional wardrobes (Lisa
had retained her usual professional appearance, but this day
she had purposely worn something that edged towards “sexy”).
They stood close, only a couple of feet apart, and Jean
scanned Lisa up and down and then up and down again,
absorbing the mature woman’s aura and calculating just what
kind of transformations had taken place since their parting
so many years before. Lisa, for her part, made no attempt to
hide her own gaze, as she let her eyes dart all over Jean’s
frame and face. Since both had been able to recognize the
other so quickly, even after 35 years, it was evident that
their basic features and good looks had not vanished. It was
remarkably true. Both women were in quite good shape, even
if there were a few more pounds spread around than in their
youth. Jean’s brown hair now had a few artificial streaks of
blonde and it was shorter than in college, not reaching her
shoulders, shorter in front than the back. Lisa’s still-dark
mane was also shorter in the front than in the back, but did
just barely reach her shoulders. Each woman clearly
recognized the beauty in front of her. But appreciating that
beauty was not the foremost thought in either woman’s mind.
Something much deeper had been drawn from the depths back to
the surface of their consciousness.
They did manage to remain somewhat dignified, necessary
considering their location, but within ten minutes, they had
exchanged basic life story information, accounting for the
years since their last “acquaintance”. They shared their
roles at the hospital, Jean her new one and Lisa’s long
history with the hospital. Neither was within a direct
“chain of command” with the other, but since both had some
supervisory duties, it would be natural for them to come
into contact with each other on a regular basis. But that
wasn’t all. Each woman assured the other that she was very
serious about picking up where they’d left off that warm
spring day back in May 1971. The erotic and physical tension
was palpable between the two women. Fortunately no other
employees bothered their little interlude that Friday
morning. It gave them an opportunity to share phone numbers,
and some other information that would be very useful. The
rest of Friday found both Lisa and Jean barely able to
fulfill their duties on the job. They got their work done,
minimal as it may have been, but it wasn’t easy. Both were
too terribly preoccupied with their new roles. Each demanded
of herself the necessity of proving superior to the other,
and in the same way they had not quite decided the issue so
long ago. It wouldn’t be long before those same issues would
get revisited.
TO BE CONTINUED