Jesse sat at the bar and nursed her beer while she tried not to be conspicuous. It was hard to begin with since she had two black eyes and a strip of a white bandage across her broken nose. Added to that was it was her first time in a gay bar, in a lesbian bar, and she definitely felt out of place. But her pain demanded release and she knew it wasn’t the pain in her face that needed it. It was the pain in her damaged soul that cried out for a connection with another person. This place was the only lesbian bar she knew about and it was the comfort of another woman that she sought. There was no way she could explain it to herself, she just knew that men were out of the question.

The bar music was entirely too loud, the cigarette smoke too thick and the laughter around her too forced, but Jesse sat back and looked around at the other women. A recent memory flashed through her mind and made her frown. Instantly the pain in her face made her smooth the frown and she looked down at the frosty brown bottle in her hand while she considered what had brought her to this place.

Had it really only been a week?

One week ago she had lost her sister and brother-in-law in a car accident. She should have died too, but had gotten away with barely a scratch. Jesse and her boyfriend, David, were in the back seat when a drunk driver smashed head on into their car.

Helen had been more than her sister; she had been her best friend.

The funeral arrangements and the bickering that had begun between David and the rest of Jesse’s family had been a nightmare. Finally the arrangements had been made and the precious souls laid to rest. But things had only escalated until the final straw had come only a few hours ago.

"Stay out of it, cancer boy," David had said nastily. His fists were clenched and spit flew from his mouth as he snarled at Dean, Jesse’s brother.

Jesse assumed he called Dean that because of how much he smoked, but that didn’t mean she liked it. She never got the chance to tell him that because Dean didn’t give it to her.

"It is my business because she’s my sister. I don’t care how long you two have been together you don’t have the right to treat her like that. Since the accident you’ve been an absolute bastard to everyone and we’ve all cut you a lot of slack. But you will not talk to her like that in front of me."

David had stepped between Jesse and Dean until he was barely a foot in front of the other man. He was so smooth about it and Jesse was in such an emotional fog that she didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late.

"Is that so?" David taunted. "Well, if you’re such a protective brother, why don’t you do something about it?"

Dean had also lost a sister and was riding an emotional roller coaster. He had held everything together throughout the awful ordeal of the funeral, but this troll of a man had finally pushed him over the limit. Dean drew back his fist and swung straight at David’s face. He put everything he had into that punch but it missed its intended target.

Instead, David waited until the last second and then dodged aside. The fist flew over his shoulder and impacted squarely with Jesse’s nose.

Jesse remembered blood spraying about and David’s evil laugh as he made a beeline out of Dean’s house, but everything else was hazy. All she could clearly remember after that was a few hours ago when she had made the decision to come to this bar.

Emptiness within her demanded the comfort of another human being, but after David she couldn’t bear the thought of a man touching her. The up side of her decision was the anonymity. She didn’t know the people in this bar and would probably never see them again.

The barstool beside her was suddenly occupied and Jesse glanced over at her neighbor. The woman was built like a lumberjack. She wore a flannel shirt, thick blue jeans and hiking boots. Jesse knew that most of the time her blonde hair and blue-eyed looks were sufficient to cause men and women to look twice at her, but her inherent shyness made her hesitate. She took another swig of her beer and reminded herself that she didn’t know these people. If she wanted to get laid she’d have to be a little more aggressive.

She sat her empty bottle on the bar and started to say hello when the other woman beat her to it.

"Want another?"

Jesse looked up and noticed the appraisal in the other woman’s eyes. She wasn’t sure what color the eyes were in the darkened atmosphere, but there was no doubt about the leer. The other woman had an arm on the bar where she had half turned toward Jess and her other hand rested on her upper thigh. She fairly oozed sexual energy. This was going to be easier than she had thought.

"I’m Ryan."

Jesse almost laughed out loud at how the name fit the character, but she held it in barely in time. "I’ll bet you are."

Ready to get things in motion, Jesse reached over to put a hand on Ryan’s thigh. She was diverted from using the come-on line she had prepared by the feel of a large bulge between the other woman’s legs.

Jesse jerked her hand back like her fingers had been scalded. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh, come on baby. Don’t tell me you don’t like the feel of a huge cock inside you."

Disgusted at the image Jesse turned away and fought down the anger that surged inside her. It wasn’t this woman’s fault that David had been such a jerk and she knew Ryan had no way to know what she had been through lately. Still, she felt betrayed in some fundamental way and fought not to take it out on her companion.

"I’m sorry," Jesse said with barely controlled rage. "I came here looking for a woman. If I wanted a man I could find one on the street."

Ryan frowned and looked at her strangely for a moment. Instead of anger, Jesse saw confusion. Then Ryan said, "Lady, you have issues. I suggest you find out what you’re talking about before you go making assumptions."

She watched Ryan pick up her beer and head off for friendlier parts of the bar. Jesse felt deflated and wondered if she had made the right decision after all. At least the beer was a good decision she decided and ordered another one.

Two hours and three beers later Jesse decided that the only thing she had gotten out of this experience was a slight buzz.

"Are you okay?"

Jesse turned her head and was captured by the beauty of the woman who stood beside her. The stranger was about five-two with straight, raven hair and deep, green eyes. Instead of the lust simmering beneath the surface that she had found in Ryan’s eyes, Jesse saw concern. She also felt an immediate connection that made her feel a little light- headed. That was when she realized she had forgotten to breath.

"Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a broken nose."

The stranger looked like that wasn’t what she meant, but instead of saying that she changed the subject. "You’ve been staring at that empty bottle for about ten minutes. Need a refill?"

The invitation didn’t scream ‘pick-up line’ but Jesse thought she detected a hint of interest from the other woman.

Surreptitiously, Jesse glanced aside at the other woman’s leather clad thighs. The pants were snug, but she couldn’t detect the signs of a bulge anywhere. Jesse let out a slightly relieved breath and looked up into the woman’s eyes. "Think I’ve reached my limit on beer, but a coffee would be great."

The stranger smiled. "Coffee it is. I’m Marcie by the way."

"Jesse."

Marcie ordered two coffees and sat next to Jesse at the bar. Both were quiet for a moment and stared into their drinks. Both seemed to feel the tension build between them and were soon touching at the shoulder as they leaned toward one another. The jostle of the crowd going to and from the bar pushed them even closer until they were fairly glued together. Jesse gasped when Marcie’s arm brushed against a taut nipple.

Marcie heard the swift intake and said, "I think I’d like to leave the bar now. If you’d like, you can come with me."

Jesse realized Marcie was as shy about this as she was and that made her more comfortable. "I didn’t really want the coffee, anyway."

Marcie smiled back at her and they left the crowded bar hand-in-hand. They decided to walk since Marcie lived only four blocks from the bar and Jesse felt her heart pound as she followed the other woman to her apartment. She hoped she wasn’t about to make a huge mistake.

As soon as the door closed and their lips met Jesse was sure. She pulled Marcie tightly against her and began to paw at her clothes. Marcie seemed just as urgent to remove Jesse’s shirt and then she reached for the snap to her jeans. Marcie led them backward toward her bedroom and Jesse followed willingly. They paused here and there to kick off their shoes, but soon fell onto the queen-sized bed.

Jesse grunted in pain when they hit the bed, and Marcie pulled away in concern.

"Did I hurt you?"

"It’s just this sore nose. Sorry."

Marcie rolled her over gently, all urgency forgotten. She lay on top of Jesse, their shirts open and their flesh kissing. "Black eyes look good on you. You’re cute, like a little raccoon."

Then she leaned down and kissed Jesse very gently on the lips. Jesse was unprepared for how the softness of the caress affected her. She had only ever been with David and once they had gotten past the initial dating phase he had rarely kissed her at all. When he had it had been a very aggressive kiss, as most of her physical interaction with him had been.

The softness of Marcie’s lips and the tenderness in the kiss touched a core of passion within Jesse that had never been tapped before. She forgot about the physical act of coupling with another person and lost herself in the kisses. It wasn’t until Marcie’s thigh slid between her legs that she lost her concentration on those fine lips.

"Marcie!"

Marcie eased away from her slightly and said, "Easy, little one. Let me take care of you."

She undressed them both and Jesse let her. She was so fascinated by Marcie’s feminine beauty that she couldn’t have helped anyway. The curve of breast and hip, coupled with the narrow waist left her panting in arousal. Marcie lay back down on top of her and Jesse reached for her eagerly.

Their lips met again briefly and then Jesse pulled away. "Please…I’m burning up."

"Shh. It’s all right, Jess. I’ve got you."

In her passion induced fog Jesse missed the shortening of her name. All she knew was that Marcie’s mouth had begun to explore her breastbone and that her fingers had begun to caress the inside of one thigh. When her lips finally closed around a hard nipple Jesse cried out and arched into her.

The wetness and heat of Marcie’s mouth was exquisite. When she turned her head and began to chew lightly on the tip Jesse was lost.

Marcie’s hand dipped into the moisture between her legs and gently stroked it up along the sensitive bundle of nerves. Jesse cried out again at the strength of the sensations the other woman was generating in her body. It was almost more than she could bear and Marcie seemed to understand that somehow.

She began to slide down Jesse’s inflamed body and at first Jesse couldn’t figure out where she was going. Then Marcie’s intentions became clear when she settled between her legs and slid her arms under Jesse’s thighs. Jesse gasped at the first touch of a soft wet tongue. She had never been touched this way before and fire tore along her nerve endings from her clit to her nipples and back again. All too soon Jesse shuddered and cried out in release, but Marcie didn’t stop until all she got from Jesse was a few twitches when she touched the over stimulated bundle of nerves.

Then Marcie was looming over her and kissing her gently. "Touch me, Jess. I need you."

Jesse turned them both over and felt Marcie wrap her arms tightly around her neck, hugging her to her. She reached down between the other woman’s legs and was aroused again at the amount of moisture she found.

"Tell me what you want." Jesse wasn’t sure what to do with this woman, but wanted to do whatever it took to satisfy her.

"Go inside me. I want you to fuck me."

The breathy words in her ear caused Jesse’s stomach to flip over in renewed desire. Her hand was shaking slightly as she reached between Marcie’s legs and started to slip a finger inside her.

"No, use your thumb," Marcie said. "It feels different, touches all the right places."

Eager to comply Jesse switched to her thumb and slid the digit as deeply into Marcie as she could. Marcie moaned and spread her legs wider. Jesse pushed in harder and then started to withdraw.

"Yes, more. Harder."

Jesse turned her head to the side and rested her cheek against Marcie’s shoulder. She wanted to give it to her as bad as Marcie wanted it, but this was the only way to keep from banging her nose against the sheets. In another second Jesse forgot all about her battered nose and was lost in the rhythm of fucking Marcie senseless. It didn’t take long before Marcie arched against her and cried out in pleasure.

"Oh, I’m coming so hard. Don’t stop. Fuck me!"

The sensation of the other woman coming in her hand was too much for Jesse. Suddenly she was rocked by something she had never felt before. Marcie’s powerful orgasm triggered another one in Jesse. Unaware of what she was doing Jesse thrust against Marcie’s thigh and came until Marcie began to grow still.

For a moment Jesse lay on top of Marcie unsure what had happened to her. Then she burst into startled tears and began to sob against the other woman’s chest.

Marcie wrapped strong arms around Jesse and whispered words of comfort even though she was worried about what had happened to cause such a reaction. Between sobs and tears Jesse poured out an explanation of all she had been through over the last week while Marcie listened quietly. She held nothing back and fully expected to be tossed out of the bed by an enraged lesbian when she finished her tale. Instead, Marcie held her gently after the words stopped.

When she finally did speak it was to ask, "So, you’re straight?"

Jesse laughed a little and raised her head to look at Marcie. "Well, I was."

Both laughed and Marcie encouraged Jesse to lie back down on her. Her fingers slid through Jesse’s hair and made her purr in quiet contentment. After a while Jesse found the courage to ask about Ryan. She told Marcie about the incident at the bar and sought an explanation for her ignorance. Marcie seemed to contemplate the issue for a few moments before she answered.

"First of all, Jess, I need you understand that this is my opinion on dildos. I’m sure you’ll get five other opinions if you ask five other people."

When Jesse nodded that she understood Marcie went on.

"I think that lesbians are a little more open about what pleases them sexually than straight women. Dildos are just another way to explore their sexuality and in a lot of cases have nothing to do with penises. A lot of women like to be penetrated; I know I do. Sometimes a strap on gives the woman wearing it a sense of power. There are all kinds of reasons for dildos that are as various as the women utilizing them."

"So you don’t think Ryan was trying to act like a man?"

Marcie shrugged. "I can’t answer to that since I don’t even know her. I do know that it’s not my cup of tea, at least not at this stage in my life. If I was ever with someone who wanted to try it, I might. What about you?" Marcie asked hesitantly. "Do you want to try that?"

Jesse felt instantly ashamed. She had just told Marcie she was straight and then asked about dildos almost in the same sentence after making love in the most incredible manner.

"No," she said looking into Marcie’s deep green eyes. "I have no interest in dildos whatsoever. And after being with you, I’m pretty sure I have no more interest in men whatsoever. David is the only man I’ve ever been with and I think it was more because it was something I was supposed to do."

Marcie smiled and reached for her. When their lips met again Jess knew that the words she had spoken couldn’t have been truer. She had never felt such a connection with another person and hoped that she had finally found the right path. Through all of the hardship over the last week and the pain of loss she knew she would endure for years to come, she had managed to find some hope in the arms of another woman.

**************

Jesse walked in the back door of the two-story colonial home. Her partner of two years stood at the small island in the kitchen slicing vegetables for a salad. Jesse walked over and slid her arms around the other woman’s waist. She inhaled the warm scent of the feminine body as Marcie turned in her arms.

"Have I ever told you how very much I love you?"

"Not today," Marcie grinned.

"I love you so much, it breaks my heart every time I look in your eyes." Jesse’s voice broke a little with the words and she hoped Marcie wouldn’t think she was too much of a sap.

"I don’t want to break your heart," Marcie said as she wrapped her arms around Jesse’s neck.

"Then how would you like to go upstairs and make love instead?"

Marcie grinned back at her and said, "I think lunch can wait."

The End

(4-12-06)

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