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incarnation of the goddess Aphrodite herself and not remembered it?
"Dont you remember?" She asked. "My husband and I came over to Pamelas house for Christmas Dinner and you were there. Youre her younger sister, right?"
"Oh my God! Doctor Kenmore?" I asked.
"Kathleen, please." She said.
Kathleen smiled sweetly as she held out her hand. Now it all came back. Kathleens husband was one of the founding partners in Jamess law firm and Kathleen was Pamelas partner in their medical practice. They had come to dinner on Christmas Day and I remembered now not really noticing Kathleen because I was too busy getting pissed off watching her husband Troy flirt with Tiffany; and even worse, Tiffany seeming to enjoy it. But how could I have not noticed Kathleen? For a woman that had just celebrated her fiftieth birthday, Kathleen was heart stopping gorgeous. She stood nearly six feet tall; a good three inches taller than me, with bright and shiny auburn hair that draped down just passed the tops of her shoulders. Her skin was pure and perfect porcelain without the slightest imperfection or even the hint of a wrinkle. Kathleen donned a bright white designer pants suit that accentuated her sumptuously round and firm hips, thighs and ass. Her long legs had a full set of wonderfully defined curves and her perky all-natural 36 D-cup tits seemed to be calling by name. As I shook her hand I felt another spark and I could have sworn that I saw her nipples harden through her suit. She felt it too.
Kathleen walked with me as I made my rounds returning books to the shelves then asked if Id like to join her for a cup of coffee. We were soon on the observation deck of the Space Needle watching the sunset over the Olympic Mountains. February is a light tourist month, so the observation deck crowd was light. We sat at a table near the window and Kathleen slipped off the jacket of her suit, hung it over the back of the stool and sat down. I nearly gasped as I sucked in a shocked breath when I beheld her without her jacket. Her sleeveless pullover was low cut and clung tightly to her slender torso and the fabric was straining hard against the pressure of her beautiful tits. We both reached for the cream at the same time and our hands touched again. I immediately saw her nipples harden and peep out at me through her shirt and bra. My nipples got hard too. After our coffee, Kathleen invited me to dinner at the Sky City restaurant; the revolving floor fine dining spot at the top of the Seattle Space Needle, which was now one level below us. During dinner my eyes kept finding their way to the wedding ring on Kathleens left hand and I was constantly filling with guilt. Here I was having a romantic dinner at one of the most sought after restaurants in the world with a married
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woman. Of course, Kathleen probably didnt realize that this was a romantic dinner. Or did she? About half way through dinner, Kathleen got a page and had to go immediately to the hospital. We rode down the elevator and waited for the valet to retrieve our cars. When they pulled up Kathleens BMW, we shook hands and she very gently kissed me on the hand like a southern gentlemen of old. I felt my body tremble with excitement and my nipples harden instantly. Kathleen hopped into her car, said shed call me tomorrow and drove off.
I drove home with millions of questions racing through my head. Did Kathleen know I was a lesbian? Was she interested in me? What about her husband? What would Pamela say? I didnt have the answer to any of them, I only knew that I was definitely infatuated and couldnt get the beautiful doctor out of my mind. I felt knots deep in my stomach and my heart raced the entire drive home. It was still racing as I walked in the door. I think I was falling in love. I took a long shower and went absolutely crazy on myself as I fantasized about Kathleen. By ten-thirty, I was in my nightshirt and crawling into bed to watch David Letterman. As I reached for the TV remote, the phone rang. Since I was already reaching for the remote without looking, I just snapped up the phone instead and didnt even bother to look at the caller ID.
"Hello." I chirped into the phone.
"I know Im a little late, but Happy Birthday, Mom."
It was Whitney.
My heart went from zero to a million instantly as my stomach leapt into my throat and my mind raced for something to say.
"Hi, baby." I heard myself say.
Whitney and I talked for nearly three hours about everything and anything. It had been almost a year since we had last spoken when she told me that she hated me and that as far as she was concerned, her mother was dead. We both went through brief moments of sobbing uncontrollably to laughing hysterically back too more uncontrollable sobbing. Finally, Whitney told me that she loved me and missed me so much. Michelle and Reagans deaths had really opened her eyes, and based on the facts of the situation, she realized how sick they were. It scared her to think that she had once been friends with them. Then after some professional therapy, as well as talking to her father, Frank and her siblings, she finally came to the conclusion that despite all else, I was her mother and that she couldnt live without me. We talked about my step over into lesbianism, and she confessed that what had really set her off was not the fact that I had sex with Michelle and Reagan; it was the fact that she had too. Whitney had thought for a long time that she had lesbian tendencies and it scared her to
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