…Did We? by Rocky

The clock seemed to be running backwards. Andrea looked over at the clock radio that was perched on the shelf above the appointment desk, four-forty-five. "Shit!" She said out loud into the empty salon. She twiddled the pencil in her fingers and then drummed in time to the music on the appointment book. Leaning back in the chair and stretching her legs, she sighed and wiggled her toes in her clogs. Fifteen more minutes and she could close the salon and go home.

The bell above the door rang. A small woman with pale brown hair walked in and moved toward the desk. "Hi. Could I get a wash and cut?" The woman asked nervously looking over at the clock.

"Sure." Andrea replied looking up into a pair of warm brown eyes. "Are you looking for a new style or just a trim?" Part of her was grousing that now she wouldn't be able to leave at five, but the other part glanced in appreciation of the petite trim shape of the woman waiting patiently at the desk. Judging from the height of the desk the woman couldn't be more than a couple of inches over five feet tall, however this was no little girl, in a word she was 'stacked'. The T-shirt and jeans she wore were snug in all the right places.

"Mostly I just want to get it out of my eyes." The young woman smiled batting at her unruly bangs. "I don't much care about the rest so long as it's neat."

The stylist walked over and locked the door. "You're going to be my last client of the day." She explained over her shoulder and flipped the 'Closed' sign in the window.

Situating the girl at the shampoo sink, Andrea ran her fingers through the soft caramel colored hair, wetting it down and then lathering it up with sure practiced hands. "I'm Sorry I didn't get your name." Andrea said working the hair to a lather for the second time.

"Conner… Mmm, that feels great." The girl closed her eyes as the Stylist massaged conditioner into her hair.

"Hi, I'm Andrea." The stylist smiled down at the small woman. "You're not in a rush, are you Conner?"

"Um… no. Why?"

"Well this conditioner works best if you let it set for a couple of minutes and then comb it through." Andrea leaned across the small woman and pulled a fresh towel off of the shelf above the sink.

Conner watched through her lashes, enjoying the view of the dark woman reaching over her. She was especially glad of the vinyl drape that hid her body's reaction to the stunning brunette. "I'm in no hurry." She grinned inwardly to herself, No hurry at all! Her 'Gaydar' was buzzing quietly in the back of her mind while she watched the snug lines of Andrea's backside cross the room to her chair and start setting up her combs and scissors.

Andrea surreptitiously glanced into the mirror at the woman at the shampoo sink. Hey, I think she's checking out my ass… She glanced up again. Uncertainty raised its' ugly head. No, maybe not.

Allowing herself the guilty pleasure of running her hands through Conner's hair a minute or two longer than necessary, the stylist rinsed and did a damp towel dry on the small woman before leading her over to her chair. She chuckled to herself when she realized that she had to pump it up to almost the same height that she used for most children.

The cut was over far too quickly for either of the women and Andrea spent long moments checking and discussing the length with the younger woman, allowing her play with her hair as she tugged it gently this way and that. Finally she held up a mirror so that Connor could see the back of the cut. "How's that." She asked almost sadly.

"Great! This looks fantastic. You get to cut my hair from now on Andrea." The young woman beamed into the mirror back at the tall stylist.

Andrea bent down so that they were at the same eye level and looked into the mirror, catching the liquid brown with her pale gray. She only meant to see the cut as the client saw it… a friendly gesture. The innocent cheek to cheek inspection carried over into something resembling a nuzzle. She heard and felt the younger woman draw in a quick breath. She was about to step back, an apology already on her lips when a small hand reached up and caressed her cheek.

The stylists perfume was very subtle; she had to be this close for Conner to detect it over the chemical aura that said 'hair salon'. Leaning her head back and turning her face slightly she inhaled the sweet scent of the woman behind her. Andrea's cheek had slid down to her neck. Everything clicked. When she started to pull away Conner knew that she had to touch the soft face in the mirror.

"I thought I saw a family resemblance." Andrea spoke, her voice low, hardly going over a whisper. She placed her hand over the small one on her cheek.

"Are doing anything when you leave here?" The brown eyes suddenly had a worried look. "I mean… If you are done for the day, I'd like to buy you a drink or a coffee or something."

The stylist sighed. "I wish I could but my sitter would never forgive me."

The crestfallen look on the woman's face in the mirror was almost heartbreaking. "Oh I see… I'm sorry you must think I'm terrible. Believe me I don't usually…"

"No I don't think that at all." Andrea cut her off lowering the chair and turning it around so that they were face to face. A slow smile teased up the corners of her mouth. "Can I take a rain check though? My Ex has Trevor this weekend, we could have that drink then."

Conner's eyes danced and she nodded happily.

**

The beer in her mug was almost gone, Connor thought about ordering another one but then she changed her mind. Stood up again. Sadly she traced a finger down the condensation of the glass. Damn! I thought she liked me. She was reaching down for her purse in preparation to leave when she heard someone pull out a chair from the table.

"Asshole!" Andrea angrily tossed her jacket into the next chair. A deep breath of air was expelled from her lips as she sat down. "Phffft!" Connor's surprised look made her realize what that must have sounded like. "Oh God I'm sorry. That's a hell of a way to say hello." She laughed, her smile wide and friendly. "I'm pissed at Gerry. He was 'supposed' to pick up Trev at seven-thirty. He showed up ten minutes ago, all lame excuses."

Conner found herself lost in the friendly open smile. "Hi. That's okay I haven't been here myself for all that long." The white lie seemed harmless enough and she ran her fingers nervously through her hair. This was the first real 'date' she'd been on since Marty had packed up everything (including a lot of things that belonged to Conner) and left in a screaming huff. Thinking about it still stung a bit. Shaking off the sad thoughts she grinned. "What would you like to drink?"

"What ever you are drinking is fine." The stylist said settling back into chair and giving Connor a crooked grin.

"You sure? It's just draft pilsner."

The grin twisted up to a full smile. "I never met a beer I didn't like… so long as it's cold."

"I like that, a woman after my own heart." Connor teased and waved to the barmaid. "Can I get another mug and a jug of pil." She called across the room.

That was the last clear memory Connor had of the bar.

***

Connor woke slowly to a strong, dull ache behind her eyes. Oh god! If I'm not dead, I hope someone will kill me soon. Her mouth tasted dry and sour like she'd been gargling with brine all night. Painfully, she cracked open one eye. The world was too bright, white, and hazy. Slowly she was able to focus on the object that was just inches from her vision. That's funny. She thought, her mind rusty and slow. That looks like a nipple. Battered synapses protested as she struggled to process the information. She could tell she was in bed, a bed with smooth satin sheets. This is not my bed. Connor supposed she should she should be alarmed but it hurt too much to think about it. Laying there for several long minutes staring at the dusky dark aureole that rose and fell on it's sleeping breast, she decided it was beautiful and that any more decisions more complicated than that could wait until the cobwebs cleared from her aching head.

"Arrragh…" The moan was similar to a zombie rising from the grave. Andrea put the hand attached to the arm that was awake, to her aching head. "Did anyone get the number of that truck?" She whispered, and then moaned again because whispering was still too loud. Vaguely she wondered why her left arm was asleep, and then ever so slowly she decided it must be the naked woman that was lying on it. Huh? Very gently she rolled her head over on the pillow to a head full of dark ash blonde hair. I know this hair.

"What truck?" Asked the hair.

"Shhh… Not so loud."

The head with the hair tipped back and Connor asked in the quietest of whispers. "What truck?"

"The truck that ran over me and then dragged me home by the hair."

"Oh… That truck." Connor still had one eye shut as she looked into the pair of blood shot gray ones. "I think you must have had a hold of me when it hit you."

Andrea nodded mutely. The whole explanation made sense at that particular moment.

"So this is your bed huh?"

Andrea nodded again.

"…Did we?"

Puzzled, the stylist ran over the list of known facts in her head. She was naked. Connor was naked. They were in her bed. It added up to one thing, but she still wasn't sure. "I don't know." She admitted.

"Me either… Okay… Do you at least know how we made it here?"

Andrea shook her head. It was a bad idea. She moaned again.

The smaller woman giggled softly trying not to jangle her abused cerebellum. "I guess, at least, we're past the shy naked thing."

Looking from the young woman's face to her own bared breasts, Andrea cracked a wry smile. "I always hated that part anyway."

Connor rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed. "Um… Where's the bathroom?" She asked over her shoulder.

Trying to rub life back into her dead limb, Andrea lifted it with the awake one to point to the door. "First door to your right." Even with a killer hangover watching the trim figure pad cross the bedroom to the door was a pleasant sight. "Connor?"

"Yeah?" The young woman looked back, pausing in the doorway.

"Did you hurt yourself recently?"

"No… Why?"

Andrea leaned up on her elbows, wincing. "So what's with the bandage?"

A neat white square of gauze was taped to the hollow on the front of Connor's right hip. She reached down and peeled the adhesive away. "What the hell… OH SHIT!" She looked up quickly, wide eyed. "It's a tattoo!"

"You're kidding!" A dark brow arched unbelieving.

Hidden beneath the bandage was a slim blue ribbon that ran across from hip bone to just before the bikini line, within it's folding lines was the picture of an Egyptian eye, a tiny red heart and the name Andrea scrolled out in Celtic script. Something tells me I will never forget the date that I forgot. She kept her hands over the body art and turned back to the bathroom.

"Aw, come on, share. It can't be that bad." Andrea called out, immediately repentant as a flash of pain shot up behind her eyes. "Arrragh!" She fell back into her pillow, palms pushing the aching orbs back into their sockets. As the sensory overload ebbed away, she was aware of the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, followed by the sound of gargling. Mother of God, how can she do that? My skull would split wide open if I did that. The very idea made her queasy.

Slowly the world stopped weaving around, and the tall woman was able to center. Idly she scratched an itch just to the right of her groin. Her fingers stopped mid scratch when they encountered the distinct feel of tape and gauze. Oh No! The hand shot back out from under the covers. Waiting for her breathing to calm, she then slowly eased back the sheet. There on her hip was an identical white rectangle. Shit!

"Checking to see if you've still got all your parts?" Connor asked, coming back in to find the other woman peeking at herself under the sheet. "What did you find? …An extra bellybutton?" She joked, considering the guilty look on the brunette's face.

Seeing that the smaller woman had replaced her bandage, Andrea flipped back the sheet bringing its' twin into sight. "If I show you mine will you show me yours?" She requested with a look that havered between panic and hilarity.

"I'm willing to bet that you haven't looked at it yet." Connor fingered the edge of the white tape on the other woman.

"It's just small… How bad can it be?"

Conner simply smiled and pulled the padding away with a single jerk. On the firm tan hip was a curving blue ribbon complete with: Eye-heart-Connor. "Mine's the same…" She tugged away her bandage as well. "…See."

Lightly running her fingertips over the slightly raised line of the new tattoo. Andrea chuckled. "Apparently we fell in love last night."

"Yeah," Connor replied wistfully, "I hope I remember it eventually. It would be a real shame to miss something like that."

Andrea folded back the covers on the other side of the bed. "Come back to bed. We'll try to remember what happened after we've had some more sleep… Okay?"

"Okay." Connor crawled back into the smooth satin sheets and felt the larger woman wrap herself around her. This is nice. She thought, feeling the soft puffs of breathing on her neck, before surrendering again to slumber.

****

Waking up aroused was by far, a much nicer thing than waking up hung-over. Andrea nestled into the warm body she found gathered close in her arms. Burying her nose in the sweet smelling hair, she allowed one hand to slip down and caress to curve of a hip to feel the roughened skin of Connor's tattoo, and then back to her own hip trying to discern by touch alone if there was any difference between the two. Bringing her lips to the soft skin of the smaller woman's shoulder, she knew that she simply must taste the soft milky skin.

Mmm… This is a great dream! Connor thought smiling as she felt several small kisses run up her neck. Then a warm wet tongue traced the shape of her ear. Wait a minute. Satin sheets. Naked. Lips tugged gently at her earlobe. Now I remember… This is definitely not a dream. She sighed happily and leaned her head back, as more small kisses peppered along her jaw line before coming to a halt at her lips for a long sensuous good morning kiss. God, I'd almost forgotten how great this feels!

Breaking the kiss, Andrea lifted her mouth to place a kiss on each of the still closed lids. "Hi there." She murmured softly as the small body turned in her arms to return the embrace.

"Hi there. How's your head?" Connor asked planting a gentle kiss on her bed partner's brow.

Andrea grinned. "Fine, it's the rest of me that's got a problem."

Brushing the dark hair back behind one ear and then the other, Connor frowned. "What's the matter, upset stomach?" She slid one hand down under the sheets to rub in a slow circling motion over Andrea's abdomen.

Capturing the hand at her belly, the stylist pulled it up and ran her thumb over the knuckles. "No…" She kissed each fingertip. "I woke up uncomfortably comfortable next to a beautiful naked woman and now I think I'm so turned on it hurts."

"It must be contagious then, because I've got the same problem." Connor batted her eyes and ran the tip of her tongue over a handy collarbone. "I've heard there's a couple of remedies for this. One is a self-cure that provides short-term relief. Or…" She let her lips nibble their way up a strong tanner throat, stopping to suck at the throbbing pulse under the skin before speaking into the ear above her lips. "We could opt for the longer procedure that requires interaction, this is much more satisfying, but there is a danger of addiction."

"Too late, I'm already addicted." Andrea said gently and captured the roaming lips with her own, pushing the small woman back into the smooth sheets.

Connor moaned into the kiss allowing access and taking liberties as the two women explored oral, non-verbal communication. Kisses like these took time to perfect, all the various permutations of texture, taste, and touch had to be tried to the satisfaction of both participants. The whole experiment was pushed to the limit of available oxygen. Slowly they pulled away from the kiss, panting from its intensity.

For a moment they just held each other in a tight embrace. Andrea recovered enough cognizance to begin to nibble and peck her way down to Connor's firm, round breasts leaving a trail of goose bumps in her wake. She could feel rather than see the small woman push her head into the pillow as she arched her back into the hungry lips. Using lips, teeth, and tongue she teased the nipples starch stiff and straining.

Connor's breath caught in her throat. A deep shiver that started at her toes, rose up through her body in a wave-like rush. The energy flow left a tingling in her scalp as the captured breath escaped from parted lips in the form of a soft cry of carnality. Ohohohoh… her mind sang. Ohgodohgodohgod… Nothing else would register as her body awoke from a long sleep and raged awake with need, raw and hungry. Her small hands roamed lost and searching, over the broad shoulders and upper arms of the woman above her, moving in frantic patterns as the fever took her.

So perfect. Andrea savored every square millimeter of the firm round flesh and paused to pay homage to the sweet valley in between. She ran her tongue down the silky flesh until she reached the dimple that marked the end of the small woman's sternum. Laying her head to the side for a moment, she listened to the thumping beat of the pulsing muscle trapped in its cage under her ear. Smiling in wonder she drew one long hand along the ripples in the girl's stomach, and then down to trace again the blue ribbon that winded across the hip.

"You have such beautiful hair." Connor's voice was reverent while she trailed her fingers through the soft sable at her breast." She leaned in and kissed the dark locks, falling back when she felt teasing fingers circling lower into the down of her womanhood.

"So do you." The unseen smile was evident in Andrea's voice, low and mellow. Easing her hand into the warmth, she touched the moist petals of the flower that opened to greet her fingertips. She kept her strokes slow and purposeful. The hips under her hand started to move to the pace she set while the coursing beat she listened to, transferred to double time. "Can I taste you?" She asked quietly.

"Oh please!" Connor begged gently pushing down, guiding the head under her hand. "Please." Her knees spread to accommodate the shoulders that moved in under them. Feather light kisses floated over her inner thighs, as maddeningly slow as the stroking that made the center of her being heat and melt.

Senses blazed afire; the velvety soft flesh caressed beneath her lips, the delicate scent of soap and musky arousal that assailed her sinuses and lingered at the back of her throat, were a siren call of a heat that matched her own, all fed by the hungry flames of desire. Replacing finger's touch with a tentative taste she heard a pleading moan of approval. She was home, this was the taste that was missing, and now it rolled over her tongue, feeding a need she never knew, until this moment, was there.

Pleasurable pressure built to an almost unbearable ache that at the same time she wished would never end. Of all the times that Connor had sex, no one had ever caused her to rise to these heights of passion. Her body yearned for release and her heart didn't want it to ever end. She nearly sobbed openly when the long fingers moved to probe her from the inside with the cadence set by gentle mouth that bathed her sex in loving sensation.

Plunging deep and holding her hand still, the dark haired woman ascended her small lover's body. Ignoring the mewling protest, she dropped frenzied kisses over heated skin. Stopping only briefly to suckle, she recaptured the soft warm depths of Connor's lips. "I need to hold you… to feel you in my arms when you come." She said between kisses, half-explaining, half asking for forgiveness. Suddenly she resumed the loving movement of her hand concentrating on the sensitive point that now throbbed with heat under her touch.

Dread and delight exploded together as Connor bucked and twitched against the warm body above her. "Andy… Anndy… Oh FUngh!" Her voice echoed around the room; her body stretching ridged and falling limp, over and over, until the spasms of rich orgasmic rush finally quieted. The emotional release fell away in the form of joyful tears that were kissed from sight while her lover held her close.

They rocked slowly together for an eternity. Andrea watched as the tears transformed to a shy twist if the lips. "Been a while, has it?" She teased, her eyes silently beaming with pride.

"I always thought that I'd been having really good sex…" Connor reached up to touch the smiling lips. "…But now I know what really great sex is like!" Her hand caressed the warm cheek before sliding around to cup the back of the brunette's head, pulling her in for heartfelt thank you.

Andrea was swept up by the sensuous invasion of lips, teeth and tongue. She was so distracted that she hardly noticed she'd been rolled over onto her back. It only registered as warm small hands traced over her breasts stoking higher the flames that burned deep at her core.

Tight quick breaths slipped over the stylist's lips. Connor was pulled by a deep intuition to answer the unquenched need with immediate attention. Her lover's body was so primed that she practically glowed. Working with sure and loving touches she worshiped at the warm flowing altar.

A low growling rumble, stuttered with gasping pants and moans, burst free from Andrea's lips as she rode each wave of physical release. Previous experience paled to the momentous ride she had just taken. What is so special about you? She though running her fingers through the soft light brown hair that rested on her hip. This is not some one-night stand… You have touched my soul somehow. Reaching down she captured one of Connor's hands and pressed it to her lips. "I love you." She whispered into its palm.

*****

"I found them!" Connor called from the bathroom.

"Great! Where were they?" The tall woman came around the corner to find Connor pulling sopping clothing from the bathtub and wringing it out. "Oh… I guess we had a shower last night too." Bending down she gathered a wet T-shirt and squeezed the water from it.

Connor snickered as she retrieved a damp business card from a pants pocket. 'Stinky's Inks' it read. She turned it over to find a list titled 'Care and feeding of your new Tattoo'. Scanning over the list, she stopped at item number three. "Oops, we weren't supposed to get them wet."

"Too late now." The stylist opened her robe to investigate her acquisition. "Mine looks okay. Probably we got our clothes more wet than ourselves."

"Speak for yourself." The smaller woman teased. She looked at the rest of the list. "Now we're to let them breathe and use the lotion provided." She searched through all the garments in the tub and looked up at the other woman, puzzled. "No lotion here." She ran her gaze over the rest of the room. "Did you find my purse?"

Andrea giggled. "It's on the bed… I found it in the fridge."

The small woman got up and went back into the bedroom. A quick search of her purse revealed a small jar of lotion neatly labeled 'Keep Refrigerated'. Sitting down on the bed, she tugged up on the tail of the shirt she was wearing as a robe. Mmm… Nice. She thought as she uncapped the jar and sniffed the contents. The scent was faintly floral and faintly like cinnamon. Spreading a small dollop over the blue ribbon on her hip she called out. "Hey come here, I need to put some of this stuff on you."

"Just a minute, I'm putting the clothes in the washer." Andrea's voice called back from down the hall.

Connor stood up and walked over to the dresser while she waited. Her new lover and a boy with tussled blonde hair looked back from a photograph tucked at one edge of the mirror.

"That was taken in the park around the corner last summer."

Looking in the mirror, Connor could see Andrea standing in the doorway. "He's gorgeous just like his mom." She said turning back to sit on the bed. "Com'ere." She said twisting open the jar and wiggling her eyebrows. "I need to 'Cream' you"

"Promises… Promises." The stylist flopped backwards onto the bed, grinning as she felt clever fingers tug on the belt and open her robe. She watched them move slowly over the tattoo rubbing gently to work the lotion into the roughened skin. Not bothering to close the robe when the 'creaming' was done, she leaned up on one elbow and traced a finger up and down the soft cotton sleeve of the shirt-come robe the smaller woman was wearing. "Who are you Connor?" It was a terribly silly question of someone that you had just spent the morning making love to. "I mean I probably asked you last night… and you probably answered me but…" She pulled her vision up from the sleeve to the smiling brown eyes that looked straight back into her. "…But damn it, I don't even know your last name-- and I want to know everything about you."

Connor rolled back to cuddle up close laying her head in on Andrea's shoulder and ran her hand over the skin revealed in the gap of the robe. "Haley… My last name is Haley. I was born in nineteen sixty-seven in a little town eighty miles from here. I have four older brothers and my parents still live in my home town." She paused for a breath and circled her index finger around what she considered was a perfect navel. "I'm a cashier at the 'Pack and Save', two blocks from your shop." She raised her head to leave a small kiss on a soft cheek and grinned. "Your turn."

"Hello Connor Haley. I'm Andrea Thomas, sixty four, one sister, one dad, Moose Jaw."

Connor giggled. "First off, Andrea Thomas, you are very well preserved for a sixty four year old and your face looks fine to me."

Eyes crinkling with mirth, Andrea chuckled. "I guess I asked for that." She cupped Connor's face and placed a kiss there. "I know it feels like we've started in the middle but I'm hoping this is just the beginning."

She feels it too! The cashier flushed with joy. "Let's spend the rest of our lives getting to know each other."

Andrea hugged the small woman close whispering in her ear. "Okay… But nobody else is ever cutting your hair."

Fin.

(c) 1999 S. Day

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