The Discreet Lesbian™

Mandy & Kathleen’s Romantic Getaway

Mackenzie Stone

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Kathleen and I had taken my car, a baby blue 1964 Thunderbird convertible. I had special ordered it and
loved that car more than any I’d ever had. And as a big bonus, I knew that Kathleen loved riding in it too.
She had said as much on the few times we had managed to get away from everyone long enough to take it
for a spin outside our little sleepy town of Paducah, Kentucky. That’s why I had insisted that we take it
instead of her car, a sporty little two-door dark green Mercury Cougar that she used to get back and forth
to college.

While driving the few miles to Kathleen’s house to pick her up, my mind checked through all the little
romantic preparations I’d made for our little getaway. The bottom of my suitcase held a bottle of sensual
massage lotion, some cute little white candles, a bottle of Merlot; I’ve forgotten what kind, and two
beautiful crystal wine glasses. I guess I was feeling adventurous because neither of us had ever had a
drink of anything stronger than tea, but I thought, why not? It might be fun.

We had both been brought up in strict Southern Baptist families where drinking was a sin. Now that I’m
thinking about it, almost everything was a sin in our church. I’d often told my mom that it was a sin to even
breathe in our church. A remark that was always met with, “Mandy, you should be ashamed of yourself.”

In addition to the lovey-dovey items that were carefully packed away in my luggage, I had also called
ahead to request that the hotel put a single red rose on one of the bed pillows. I wanted it there when we
first walked into the room. Neither one of us was the lacy negligee type and instead wore T-shirts for
sleeping, but I had a good idea that we wouldn’t be wearing even them on this particular trip. And, oh yes,
there was one other thing. I’d mailed Kathleen a letter to the hotel so it would be given to her when we
arrived at the check in. I knew she would be surprised out of her mind over the letter.

The letter wasn’t long – just a note really, but it expressed some of the many reasons why I loved her like
I did. You know, little things like the way she could read my mind from across the room, or the way her
lips pouted sometimes when she knew it was time for us to leave each other until the next week, or how
smart I thought she was, just a lot of little things that you might not think to say in person, but would write
down in a note.

Kathleen was responsible for the music. I fantasized that we would dance slowly around the hotel room
and then we could try to see how close we could dance and still manage to get our clothes off before the
first song was over. Not that it would happen exactly like I imagined, but it was fun to think about it
anyway.

Kathleen had been teasing me about an extra special surprise she had for me, something she said I would
never guess in a million years. I couldn’t imagine what it could be, but in spite of how hard I tried to get
her to spill the beans, she wouldn’t give it away. A team of wild horses couldn’t have pulled it out of her.
She said, “You crazy girl! You will just have to wait and see.”

As you can tell, we were really looking forward to getting away and being alone together. Finally, the
highly anticipated departure day had managed to roll itself around. There weren’t many cars on the
highway that day as we pulled out of Paducah. It seemed like the entire universe had conspired to not only
give us the whole road to ourselves, but to also give us perfect weather for driving the convertible. I
pulled over a few miles out of Paducah and put the top down so we could feel the early September sun on
our skin and the wind rushing through our hair.

As the top was slowly going down, I could feel Kathleen’s eyes on me. I turned to face her in my seat.
Our hands instinctively met over the console and we just looked at each other trying to take in our good
luck. “Can you believe we’re actually on our way?” I said.

Kathleen turned in her seat so I could see her beautiful glowing face and her snappy green mischievous
eyes. “No, but here we are just the two of us all packed up and actually on the road headed for Memphis.”
An impish grin played across her face as she said it. I couldn’t figure out what she was up to, but Kathleen
admonished me for hounding her yet again about the closely guarded surprise she had planned for us.

My beautiful lover had a drop dead gorgeous smile, one of those infectious smiles that made everyone she
knew feel better just from having a simple conversation with her. I don’t know where she got it since both
her parents were extremely stern people. In fact, I don’t think I’d ever seen either John or Mary
Crutchfield crack even the tiniest bit of a smile. All they did was work and go to church and they were
trying to bring all their five kids up to do the same.

They had a large farm a few miles out of Paducah and they also owned just about all the businesses in
their small town. Hard work to them was a way of life; it was right up there next to their religion in
importance. They believed that hard work was good for the soul; the worst nightmare for them would
have been that one of their kids turned out to be a slacker.

Kathleen, the oldest of their children, had thankfully escaped to college where she was exposed to
different ways of thinking and many more opportunities for herself. College life had taught her that there
was far more to life than breaking your back and going to church. She wanted a different life for herself
and she wanted it far away from Paducah.

Since my baby, Patrick, was not yet a year old, neither of us had ever expected an opportunity for us to get
away alone together in a gazillion years. My husband and I had adopted Patrick when he was only six
weeks old and we were waiting for the final adoption papers to come through. After seven years of
marriage, my husband, Scott, had turned into a complete jerk. Though I knew that his attitude had
something to do with the baby, as hard as I tried, I couldn’t get to the bottom of what was going on with
him. It was almost like he hated the baby and also hated me for going through with adopting him.

Scott’s mom and dad were very upset with their youngest son for the way he had been acting, and
although, Polly, his hypochondriac mom, wasn’t crazy about children, in an effort to keep me from leaving
Scott, she and Brother Allen, Scott’s dad, had virtually insisted that they would keep Patrick for a few
days so I could get away and have a break.

Since Brother Allen was the minister in our Southern Baptist church, they didn’t want the embarrassment
of having our church congregation and our small community know that their son and his wife were having
martial difficulties. Such things just didn’t happen in the preacher’s family. No, no, no, the preacher’s son
and his wife had to be perfect, or, at least they had to pretend to be perfect in the eyes of the community.

Kathleen had waltzed herself right into my life during this critical low period. She was a graduate student
at a nearby university, and she and her whole family were members of our congregation; her dad was
even the head deacon in our church. To make matters even worse, my husband was the church music
director.

Although Kathleen and I were about the same age, she was in my Young People’s Class at church where I
was the director of the department. Through church functions, I’d known her for several years, but I
certainly didn’t know that she was a lesbian. I barely knew what a lesbian was. That was something our
Southern Baptist church and most of society forbid at that time. Honestly, it wasn’t really even heard of in
our little town of Paducah. I’m positive of that because our church was full of old busy body crones that
would have crucified anyone thought to be what they would have called an abomination unto the Lord.

The only remote exposure I had ever had to lesbianism was back in my hometown of Eurdora. It was
rumored that the gym teacher and the principal were having some kind of unholy relationship, but, of
course, nothing was ever really proven. But as long as I had been in Paducah, I’d never heard even so
much as a whisper of anything that sounded like homosexuality. Of course, that all changed when Kathleen
made her brave pass at me one Friday afternoon.

That day, right out of the blue, Kathleen came by my house on her way back from college for the weekend.
She passionately kissed me right on the mouth. If I live to be a hundred and fifteen, I will never forget that
kiss. I remember everything that happened like it was five minutes ago.

“I said, “Of course, come on in.” Immediately! The air in the room was electric. She took one step just
inside the door and just stood there looking at me like she did sometimes at church when she thought I
wasn’t looking. But on this afternoon, she was staring intently straight into my eyes. It was piercing; I
couldn’t pull my eyes away from her gaze. After what seemed an eternity, but must have been only a
few seconds, I managed to ask her if she wanted to sit down.

She said, “Okay, yes,” and sat down in a big green overstuffed armchair that was close to the kitchen
door. She just sat there but didn’t take her eyes off me. There was a presence about her that day that
was urgent and compelling. Determined purpose filled her deep green eyes, and they seemed to drill
straight through to the essence of my soul. Her stare instantly penetrated past the need to be courteous
or mundane.

I was really rattled by the way she was looking at me, but I finally managed to ask her if she would
like something to drink. She said, as commonplace as could be, “Yes, that would be great.” But still
there was a certain mystifying edge in her voice that I had never heard before.

I walked toward the kitchen, glad for something to do. But as I started to pass by her chair, she
reached out and grasped my hand and pulled me down on her lap, and almost in the same motion, she
kissed me tenderly, softly, sweetly right on the lips.

Finally, she released my face and said, “Mandy, that was something I’ve been wanting to do for a
very, very long time. Did you feel something too?” I was shocked, very confused and pretty much
speechless, but it took less than a tenth of a split second for me to know beyond a shadow of a doubt
that I had felt plenty in that kiss. In fact, I had felt damn plenty. While I didn’t exactly know it right
then, upon reflection, I can say that with that single kiss, I knew who I was really meant to be.”

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Apparently, Kathleen had been having feelings for me for quite some time and she had reached the point
that she felt she had to do something about it.

Emboldened by the fact, that she had somehow figured out that Scott and I were not on the best of terms,
she decided to make her move. What the girl was thinking, I’ll never know. Even though my husband and I
were indeed having serious trouble, she still had taken an enormous risk by pulling me down on her lap in
my own home and kissing me.

Picture this. I was the daughter-in-law of the preacher of the church where she and her family were a
significant part of the congregation. I could have become a screaming outraged maniac and pitched her out
of my house and told the whole world about her, but somehow I guess she knew that wouldn’t happen.
That was another thing I loved about her, when Kathleen knew what she wanted, she wasn’t afraid to go
after it. If I had been in her place, I don’t know that I would have had the courage to do something as
obviously risky as that.

That single beautiful kiss changed my life one hundred and eighty degrees. It had given me the chance to
find real love and genuine passion for the first time in my life. After Kathleen and I fell in love, all I
wanted was to share my life with her. I didn’t know how the details would work out but I knew that now
that we had somehow miraculously found each other, we had to find away to be together.

The fact was that Kathleen and I were made for each other; we fit together like a glove, physically and
every other way. We were almost exactly the same size and when we stretched out our five foot five inch
frames, we matched perfectly from tip to toe. On the very few times we had managed an opportunity to
snuggle together, I felt safe and somehow complete. With Kathleen, I could be myself in a way I had never
been with my husband.

I didn’t have to explain myself to her; she seemed to get me instantly sometimes even before I understood
my own feelings. And when something came up in my life that made me sad or worried, I could count on
her to understand and do what she could to help. The crazy thing was that although Kathleen and I had
been lovers only for a short while, we knew deep down in the depths of our hearts that we had the type of
love that would last for eternity. Maybe everyone feels like that when they first fall in love, but it was all
new and exciting to us.

When Kathleen was in the room, I thought my feelings for her were written across my forehead in big red
flashing neon letters that said, “I love Kathleen, I love Kathleen.” It had gotten so bad that recently I didn’t
trust myself to keep my feelings for her hidden. My eyes and heart followed her around the room
wherever she went. A mysterious invisible energy drew me to her, and when she was close, even if it was
in a church service where every old gossiper in the county occupied a pew, I was constantly afraid that
the telling red flashing letters would suddenly become visible where the whole congregation could see
them.

That just could not happen. Given the current circumstances of our lives, no one could know that we cared
for each other in any way except as good friends. Absolutely no one could get wind of our real
relationship or there would be life-altering repercussions. To say it mildly, the mid nineteen sixties did
not take kindly to homosexual people in general, and to lesbians living and practicing in their midst in
particular. We both stayed afraid constantly that someone would figure us out.

The one and only thing that had kept me staying with Scott after I had fallen for Kathleen was that
Patrick’s adoption wasn’t final. I had to endure his immature mean attitude toward the baby and me until

that happened.

In the meantime while we were waiting, Kathleen and I typically only saw each other alone on Friday and
Sunday afternoons for short periods of time, but even when were alone we always had to be careful that
no one found out about our secret. The fact that we were madly in love with each other would rock the
foundation of both the town and the church. In fact, we were pretty darn certain that we would be run out
of town on a rail if our forbidden secret ever got out. But the worst fear was that I would lose Patrick.

As a precaution, we didn’t even have pet or endearing names for each other for fear one of us would
accidentally use one of them where someone else could hear. In short, we had to be on guard all the time
to not give ourselves away.

This was not all that easy to do for me since I felt like there was an uncontrollable electric current running
from her body to mine. Just a slight innocent touch from one of her fingertips could make me go red with
embarrassment. There were times when I was just sure that I had given away our forbidden secret just
from doing nothing more than standing in the same room with her.

So this trip was a huge deal to us. We were going to Memphis on the pretense of being representatives to
a yearly Youth Conference for our church. Kathleen and I had made our reservations at the Peabody. It
was world famous for its parade of ducks. Real live Mallard ducks held two parades each day. Every
morning the ducks rode the elevator down from the rooftop of the Peabody to swim in the magnificent
fountain all day.

In the late afternoons, on cue from the Peabody Duck Master, the ducks formed an orderly procession and
all in a line they walked along a red carpet back to the elevator and rode back to the rooftop of the
Peabody. It was really something to see, and I thought it would be an extra treat for Kathleen as she had
never been to the famous old hotel to see the world famous parade of ducks.

The Peabody was and still is romantic; it fairly reeks with old-fashioned southern charm. Marble covers
the floor of the elegant old two-story lobby where brass rails curve around and fashion the piano bar.
Every time I’d ever been there, the black baby grand and its pianist were giving the guests a treat of
original Memphis style blues. The architecture was Italian Renaissance with beautiful terra cotta
detailing, and there was an enormous magnificent black travertine marble fountain where the ducks swam
all day.

The hospitality and gorgeous décor served to transport the guests back to the nineteen twenties where
ladies were indeed ladies and gentlemen were still gentlemen. Impeccable service combined with
sumptuous French chef-created food made the Memphis Peabody the choice for travelers with ultra
discriminating taste. Not that Kathleen and I were all that sophisticated; we certainly were not. But we
thought it would be a wonderful treat for us, and as a bonus, it was away from the downtown convention
center where most of the other church representatives would be.

Additionally, it was only two blocks from Beale Street and was fairly close to the Mississippi River. We
could stroll along Beale Street and take in the show at one of the blues clubs. Or if we wanted to, we
would be able to take a riverboat dinner cruise up and down the old Mississippi. I’d been on the cruise
before once when my mom had come to visit. The riverboat captain gave a running history of that part of
the Mississippi as we ate our dinner of Mississippi river catfish and steak. It wasn’t too romantic when I

took my mom, but I could only imagine seeing the woman I loved with the moonlight shining on her long
sandy blond hair and with the old romantic winding river as a backdrop.

The famous rambling basement Charlie Vergos' Rendezvous charcoal rib restaurant was just a few blocks
from the old hotel. I wanted to take Kathleen there to experience the delicious dry ribs and the exciting
fast paced atmosphere where the waiters had been there forever and knew how to bark their orders so you
got your ribs pronto. The restaurant had been in existence since the nineteen forties and was entirely
underground except for an old coal shoot they used for a vent when they were cooking the ribs, which was
pretty much constantly. The entrance was off a back alley, but once you got inside and downstairs the
atmosphere changed to a wonderful one-of-kind experience in charcoal cooked dry ribs and memorabilia
from all over the world.

Maybe we would go to Beale Street one night, and if things went right, we might even drive over to
Nashville and visit the Grand Ole Opry. Neither one of us was big on country music, but still, the Opry,
was an American institution, and something everyone should do at least once.

As Kathleen and I had never been away together, I really didn’t know how it would go. As far as I knew,
we might end up camped out in our hotel room together for the entire trip, but just in case we wanted to
venture out, Memphis had plenty to do.

Of course, we had to make some kind of a perfunctory appearance at the church conference, but we had
planned to grab all the handouts and ditch the conference as soon as possible. No one would miss two
women from a small little town like Paducah, and if someone back in Paducah did find out we hadn’t
made all the meetings, we were going to say that one of us had gotten sick. We really weren’t worried
about that even a little bit.

As we flew down the road toward Memphis, we were laughing and giggling and talking about the first
thing we would do. It was early afternoon when we arrived. We checked in and right away the desk clerk
handed Kathleen her letter. When she recognized the handwriting, she began to smile, but tenderness filled
her eyes too. Oh Lord! I hope she doesn’t cry. I thought. The bellman took us up to our room on the eighth
floor, overlooking Union Avenue.

The room had two double beds, and just as I had requested there was a single red rose on one of the
pillows. I don’t know what the bellman thought, but I really didn’t care; this was our special trip, and I
wanted Kathleen to know how much I loved her. After the bellman closed the door, Kathleen sat on the
bed and took the rose in both her hands. She said it was the most beautiful thoughtful gift anyone had ever
given her. “Thank you, Mandy. I love you more than you will ever know.” She said. Then she opened the
letter and read it out loud. This time, the tears really did flow. I took her in my arms and we fell back on
the bed.

We didn’t unpack, we didn’t go down to lobby to watch the ducks and we didn’t explore Beale Street that
afternoon. In fact, the only thing we did was to explore each other in the safety and privacy of our hotel
room. Did we ever explore each other. Kathleen did something that afternoon that she said she had been
planning to do for a long time.

I had been jokingly complaining that I didn’t really know how to please myself when we weren’t together
so Kathleen took it upon herself to show me how that day. We had been kissing when she suddenly sat up

and slipped her pants off. She had me watch as she stretched out on the bed. Her right had moved down
between her legs while her left hand started to gently massage her breasts. She said, “ Mandy, I’m already
moist and ready. I like to rhythmically tap my clitoris while gently manipulating my nipples at the same
time; it’s a real turn-on for me.” I thought. It’s a real turn-on for me too. Oh lord, was it ever a turn-on.
As I was intently watching, it looked like the tapping got faster and harder, then her back arched and her
toes curled and about that time, I couldn’t stand it any longer; I covered her mouth with my own and was
with her completely as she climaxed in my arms. Wow! “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you as much as I
did while you were doing that.” I said.

Kathleen said. “It was like that for me too. I can tell you for sure and certain that I’ve never felt that kind
of excitement before while masturbating by myself.”

“Was that your surprise?” I said.

“No, silly. That was just something I’ve been meaning to show you for some time now.” Still not wanting
to give her surprise away completely, Kathleen, nevertheless, had to start letting me know a little
something about what she had up her sleeve because she said we had to start getting ready. She wanted us
to dress like we were going out on a real dinner date. That was something we had never done. She
wouldn’t tell me where, but said we were going with another lesbian couple. Kathleen hadn’t told me she
knew anyone else in Memphis so I was both surprised and excited that we would be meeting and going
with other lesbians. We were to meet them downstairs at the piano bar at seven.

Martha and Carol were already waiting at the bar when we came down. They looked and acted like
ordinary straight women. Martha was a nurse at the Methodist hospital and Carol was a dentist in town.
They would drive they said, but they wouldn’t tell me where we were going. The three of them had
banded together to keep the surprise from me until the very last minute. We drove east out of town past
some small towns, and then all of a sudden we turned off on a dirt road and ended up in a parking lot of
what looked, from the outside, like a nightclub. The pink, blue and green neon sign stood bright against the
dark Tennessee sky.

The Silk Stocking was out in the middle of the backside of nowhere. Carol knocked on the door and a big
muscle bound bouncer came to the door. As soon as he recognized our friends, we were all let inside
where someone took our cover charge and seated us at a small table along one wall. I found out later that
you couldn’t get in unless you were with someone who was a member. Tables three deep lined three
walls and an enormous polished wood dance floor filled the middle of the room.

It was a private lesbian dinner dance club way out in the Tennessee boonies. If you didn’t know it was
there, you wouldn’t have noticed it. Who would have ever suspected it? Not me; that was for sure. In fact,
you could have knocked me over with a feather. It was like something out of an old Prohibition movie
where organized crime ran clubs where alcohol was served. But here we were free to be lesbian lovers;
we were free to be ourselves. We could have dinner and enjoy the company of our friends for the first
time in our lives without the considerable fear of being ridiculed or outed. Kathleen and I were amazed
and our friends delighted in being able to show us the place.

It was wonderful! The meal was terrific, but my eyes were as big as saucers watching as the lesbians
from Memphis and around the tri-state area started to fill the club. When the DJ started the music, the
place fairly rocked. Almost everyone knew Martha and Carol, so Kathleen and I were introduced around.

We mostly danced with each other but it was fun to dance with some of the other girls too. I didn’t know
there were that many lesbians in the whole world much less in this corner of the state.

Most dressed and looked like we did, but there were a few that dressed almost like men. Not only did
they dress like men, they acted and spoke like men too. But I will have to say, regardless of how they
acted or dressed, they all went out of their way to be nice to Kathleen and me. We had a complete blast
that night; in fact, we closed the place down.

On the way back to the Peabody, I told Kathleen that it was one of the best times I’d ever had. Kathleen’s
eyes twinkled as she said, “Me too. I loved dancing with you and you were the best looking girl there.”

“No, that was you.” I said.

It was the wee hours of the morning when we finally got back to our room. We stripped off our clothes
and took a shower together. It wasn’t just a shower it was a sexual adventure like no other I’ve ever had.
Kathleen said. “Close your eyes. Let me wash your hair. I’ve been wanting to see you naked with your
hair all full of shampoo on the top of your head.”

“Okay, but you’re next.” I said. After shampooing our hair, we took the big white thick washcloth
furnished by the hotel and a huge bar of soap we had brought from home and we washed every inch of
each other’s bodies. Yes, I did say every single inch. When we got through we were both certainly
squeaky clean, but we were also two really turned on chicks. I took her in my arms and kissed her
tenderly while the warm water sprayed over us.

The kissing immediately turned urgent. My hands were on her breasts and hers were on mine. Kathleen
backed us against the shower wall, as her right hand slipped expertly between my legs. My right hand
followed suit and I found her clitoris instinctively. I knew exactly where to begin the rhythm that would
bring her almost to the point of rapture. She spread her legs just a little and then we were there. “My
God!” I said as we climaxed together. Please legs hold me, I thought. Unable to move for a while, we
stood there holding each other until we could gain enough strength to towel off and move to the bed.

You would think that we would have been too tired and sleepy to do anything but crash after that, but not
us. No, we weren’t wasting any of our precious time together if we could help it. We climbed between the
sheets and made delicious, mad, passionate love until dawn. When we finally fell asleep, we were
entwined together like a long braid.

About ten-thirty the next morning, we were awakened by the maid’s soft knock on the door. I said. “Get up
sleepy head, we have to go get the handouts at the conference to at least prove we were here.” We got
dressed, crabbed a sweet roll and coffee and headed on over to the conference center for the first and
only appearance we would make. Once that was done, we still had another glorious day together before
we had to go back.

We had ordered a picnic lunch to be ready when we got back from our mandatory Youth Conference
appearance. As soon as we got back from our errand, we changed to jeans and grabbed the lunch and the
wine I’d brought. We headed on down to the Mississippi river hoping to find a perfect grassy spot to
spread out the green and red plaid blanket I had packed in the back of the trunk.

The sun was out, but it wasn’t too hot. There was a light breeze coming off the river. Thankfully, it was
another glorious day. We found a perfect isolated spot under a big old shade tree and close enough to the
river that you could even see the twigs floating by. The Mississippi isn’t a bright blue or even a blue of
any hue. On this day it was true to its usual form, a muddy greenish color, but it was still romantic and
beautiful to us. We could see and hear the occasional barge as it jugged by moving loads of grain, cars
and all kinds of other stuff.

Our lunch of club sandwiches, fruit and just a tiny bit of Merlot was scrumptious. The personification of
sensuality was Kathleen eating an apple. As I watched her bite into the apple, I thought, this is why it is
sometimes referred to as the forbidden fruit . It makes you want to do things you might not otherwise
have done. The wine made both of us a little lightheaded, but we enjoyed it all the same. Kathleen even
got a little giddy and more than a little amorous. She kept joking that she could jump my bones right there
on the blanket. Of course, we both knew, regardless of how loose we might get, that nothing that could be
conceived as inappropriate could ever happen where anyone else could see.

While the block-long barges floated by and families enjoyed their speed boats on the old rolling
Mississippi, Kathleen and I dreamed and talked about what it would be like when we were finally able to
be together for good. It made me feel hopeful just to talk about it even though it was still a ways off.

As the sun started to set, we made our way back to the Peabody in time to see the ducks do their thing.
When we got to the lobby, the red carpet was already down waiting for the Duck Master to signal the
ducks back to the rooftop for the evening. We stood next to the elevator where we could get a clear view.
Sure enough, the ducks followed their leader along the carpet and into the elevator. Kathleen laughed and
giggled as they went by.

That night, we had dinner at the Rendezvous. Then we went with Carol and Martha to a gay bar called
Jerry’s that featured a drag show. Neither of us had ever seen a drag show before. Kathleen and I were
simply spellbound. I’m sure we were sitting there with our mouths dropped open for at least the first thirty
minutes. This particular show was fascinating and a lot of fun too. We all laughed until we were howling
at some of the jokes, and the singing wasn’t too bad either.

There was a drag queen there that looked to be about six foot three or more, and with her big tall wig she
was almost seven feet tall - not tall and skinny at all, rather her body was like a linebacker’s. She used
her own voice and did a pretty darn good job of “People”. After the show, the DJ started the music and
Kathleen and I danced every dance with each other. Slow, fast, country, you name it, we danced and
loved it.

Being able to look in Kathleen’s eyes as we danced made me feel like the luckiest person alive. They
turned the lights down really low for the slow dances, and, for us, at least, there were no other people on
earth. That night, nothing could harm us. We had each other, and that was all we needed. About midnight,
Kathleen’s dreamy eyes said take me to bed, so we rounded up our friends and headed back to our hotel.

Later that night, we decided to take a bath together in the big old claw-footed tub. Kathleen had brought
bubble bath, and I still had the massage lotion buried in my suitcase. At first the water was hotter than all
get out, so we had to wait bare butted for the cold water to cool it off. Then we slipped in and faced each
other, but that didn’t last, I slid on down to her end between her legs and turned so my back was against
her perky lovely breasts. I turned my head so I could kiss her as she began to gently manipulate my

nipples between her fingertips, then she slipped one hand down past my stomach and easily found my
clitoris where she magically caused a long beautiful climax before I could move to turn an face her.
“Amazing. You are simply amazing.” I said.

When the water started to cool a bit, we hopped into bed, where she laid back and let me give her what
she called the orgasm of her life. Sated and happy, we slept until we heard the maid’s knock on the door
the next morning.

As we gathered our things to leave, we were sad to have to go back to Paducah, but we were glad that we
had made so many wonderful memories to help us through the frustrating months ahead. As a surprise for
Kathleen, I had ordered another picnic lunch for us to stop and share at a roadside park on the way back. I
guess I wanted to prolong our romantic getaway for as long as I possible could. I just wanted to get lost in
her deep green dreamy eyes one last time before we had to put on the phony façade we always wore back
in our hometown.

For the most part, we had been free to be ourselves on the trip. We had gotten just a small taste of what it
would be like to be together all the time, to not be afraid of someone destroying our lives just because
they believed what we were doing was a sin. Kathleen turned to me on the way home and said. “Mandy,
my love, I want us to live free like we did in Memphis all the time.”

I smiled and said. “ I promise we will. Have patience just a few more months and we’ll have the life we
dream about.”

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