Chapter 7

... Elaine continued her incredible story.

The Saturday after both my mom and I spent a day getting our insides rearranged by eight and a half inches of Phillip Tolliver we were at home lazing on loungers by the pool. Ellen was out with her girlfriend Sarah and dad was playing golf with three of his biggest clients, so it was just the two of us. I decided the time was right to confront my evil mother.

“I know about you and Phillip. I know he fucked you Thursday,” Elaine said.

“And I know about you and Phillip. I know he did to you everything he did to me. I even have a nice picture of you with your lips stretched around that wonderful dick,” Donna retorted.

“I can’t believe you are spying on me, but at least I’m single. What do you think Daddy will do if he finds out?”

“Not that your father and my relationship is any of your business, but he is okay with it. The medications he takes for hypertension and heart disease make him impotent. He loves me enough to let me get what I need, as long as I’m discreet. I let him know what I’m doing without rubbing his nose in it.”

Elaine was at a loss for words. This conversation was not going where she expected.

“Are you going to keep seeing him?” Elaine asked.

“For a while at least, he is an amazing lover. How about you?” her mother calmly replied.

Elaine shrugged and her pale skin turned beet red.

“I love Johnny with all my heart but when I’m around Phillips all I can think about is having him in me. How wrong is that!?”

“This is why I forbade you from seeing Johnny anymore, Sweetie. Any number of men can do for you what he does. Plus, he has talent, but no ambition. He’ll never be more than a tradesman, just like his father and his grandfather. It’s a great big world out there and much better things are waiting on you than a lackadaisical soldier with a high school diploma.”

Elaine had no answer for that, so she let the subject drop and went back into the house.

Elaine suspected her mother was still having her watched. She made sure she was dressed when she was on Phillip’s balcony when she visited him. One picture of her blowing him was enough, thank you very much. But the thought of her mother’s hired goons photographing her rankled. She held her temper though and she bade her time for a chance to get back at her mother. Her opportunity came when one of the College’s basketball players asked her out.

His name was Jamar Jamison. He was six feet seven inches tall with close cropped curly hair and a complexion that reminded her of milk chocolate. Jamar was the starting power forward on the basketball team. He was a decent player but too slow to be a threat to the NBA. Because basketball wasn’t his future, he was a seriously focused student, determined to get a degree. He was a marketing major and was in the same Speech 201 course as Elaine. His rich baritone voice and confident style made him the star of the class. His ambition was a position in broadcast journalism. When he asked her to dinner and a movie for Friday night she said ‘yes.’

Elaine dressed nicely for her date. She wore a black skirt a few inches above her knees, a green blouse with a button-down collar, and oxblood tassel loafers. Jamar’s car was in the shop, so she picked him up in front of the athletic department dorm. She pulled up to the dorm in her three-year-old Audi TT convertible. Jamar was waiting at the curb. She got out of the car and handed him the keys.

“You drive,” she said, “I don’t know where we’re going.”

Jamar squeezed under the wheel and pushed the seat all the way back.

“Nice wheels, Red, and thanks for putting the top down. I appreciate the head room,” he said.

Jamar was the only person she let call her by that sobriquet. He called her Red not because of her hair but because of how red faced from embarrassment she turned when public speaking.

They got to know each other over chicken alfredo at the Olive Garden. Jamar was a knowledgeable conversationalist with a wicked sense of humor. It was her first real date in months (she didn’t count trysts with Phillip as dates) and she was enjoying herself. They went from the restaurant to the Cineplex. They debated the offerings listed on the reader board and settled on Casino Royale, the latest James Bond movie. Jamar sprung for a couple of Cokes and a small popcorn, and they made their way to theater three.

Elaine was enjoying herself, so she kept the evening going by suggesting they go to the beach. They parked in the parking lot of the Third Avenue beach approach and walked down to the edge of the water. It was her first walk on the beach with anyone except Johnny. They made out sitting on the seawall, but Elaine kept things from going too far. They dated for the rest of the school year, and she slept with him on their third date. She only slept with him twice. He was a better date than he was a lover. He got angry when she wouldn’t go down on him when he refused to go down on her and he didn’t like using condoms.

Besides her weekly dose of big Phil, she had one more adventure. It happened mid-June at the annual summer soiree Thomas Cavanaugh, Esquire, threw for his employees. Cavanaugh and Associates had two Senior Partners, a supervising Junior Partner and twelve other lawyers. The lawyers were supported by a staff of fifty. As usual, the venue was the Palmdale Golf and Country Club. The firm had reserved the patio for the day and evening. Round tables with umbrellas for shade dotted the patio and a caterer had a serving line dishing out barbeque pork and brisket. It was a casual affair with the women in summery dresses and the men in slacks and colorful Hawaiian shirts. The shirts were a running gag in the company with a prize given to the man judged by the women to be wearing the gaudiest.

Elaine and Ellen knew their duty at the party was to mingle and be charming. Elaine was dateless because, at the last minute, Phillip had to go with his father to finalize some big deal in Atlanta. Ellen was with her shadow, Sarah Ferguson (no relation to the British Royal but she got some mileage from the name). Fergie was a tall volleyball player at the college. She had short hair and wore clothes that hid the fact she was female. Like with Johnny’s sister Katrina, Ellen was a blond girly-girl.

With nothing better to do, Elaine took over some of the hostess duties from her mother. That’s how she wound up in a conversation with Barbara Collins. Barbara was the wife of Kenneth Collins, a shining star in the firm and the Supervising Junior Partner at the young age of thirty-five. Kenneth was her father’s golden boy who consistently wrangled big clients into the company fold. Elaine had seen Mister and Missus Collins at numerous company events, but she had never interacted with them. The beautiful pair were intimidating.

Barbara Collins was a beautiful thirty-three-year-old woman with a knockout figure, amazing long, thick blonde hair, and wide set cornflower blue eyes. She was tall and graceful with a regal bearing. She was wearing a white summer dress with blue flowers that matched her eyes and three-inch wedge heels. She was also blessed with a pleasant personality. Barbara was a former Homecoming Queen at Auburn University, and first runner up to Miss Alabama.

It was almost criminal that she was as smart as she was beautiful. She graduated cum laude from Auburn with a degree in Political Science and got her JD from the University of Florida. Barbara had a small practice representing battered women and acting as a Guardian Ad Litem for neglected and abused children. She was a cross between the tall Anna Kournikova and Mother Theresa.

Kenneth Collins was six foot two with wavy brown hair and a manly square jaw. He weighed a slim and trim one-eighty and had expressive green eyes. His personality was as winning as his wife’s. It was almost a given that that people referred to them as Barbie and Ken.

Elaine met Barbara and Kenneth at the patio entrance, introduced herself, and escorted them to one of the outside bars. Kenneth excused himself and walked over to where Thomas was talking golf with some of his other lawyers. Elaine started to walk off too but Barbara stopped her with a manicured hand on her forearm.

“Hang out with me for a while please Elaine. We’ve met before, but we’ve never had a chance to chat,” Barbara said.

Elaine agreed and Barbara ordered them a couple of Diet Cokes. Drinks in hand they walked over to a shady spot overlooking the putting green. Barbara stood close to Elaine and maintained eye contact. Barbara touched her often and focused all her attention on her. She made Elaine feel as if she was the most important person in the universe and Elaine was in love with her before ten minutes passed. Phillip Tolliver was a novice at seduction compared to Barbara Collins.

Barbara spent the next thirty minutes with Elaine before her husband came over to check on them. Kenneth fetched them another Coke, this one with rum in it, and then rejoined the heated discussion the men were having about the upcoming college football season. Barbara asked Elaine about school and her future plans, and then listened raptly while she answered. During a pause in the conversation, Barbara squeezed the hand Elaine didn’t realize she was holding.

“I have to visit the ladies, come with me Baby Girl,” Barbara whispered.

Elaine nodded and followed her new friend into the posh lady’s lounge. The lounge had three small rooms with a commode in a stall and a vanity with a lighted mirror. A padded piano bench sat under the vanity. Barbara pulled Elaine into the same dressing room as her and locked the door.

“No sense tying up two rooms,” she said.

Barbara was not shy about rucking up her short sundress and dropping her black thong. She sighed as she sat down and unconcernedly peed without closing the stall door. Elaine kept her head turned away, but she could still see her new friend in the mirror. When she finished lo Barbara stood up and Elaine could see the drapes matched the carpet.

“Your turn,” Barbara said as she sat down at the vanity. Elaine blushed and reached under her short skirt and peeled off her green satin t-back. It was Barbara turn to watch in the mirror. She smiled and nodded.

“Very nice,” she said as Elaine closed the stall door.

When Elaine exited the stall Barbara was brushing her luxurious blonde mane. She looked at Elaine in the mirror a rolled her head side to side.

“My neck is stiff. Will you rub it for me Baby Girl?” Barbara said softly.

Elaine could not have said no if her life depended on it. She washed her hands and massaged her new friend’s neck and shoulders. Elaine couldn’t help herself from looking down at Barbara’s perfectly displayed cleavage. After a couple of minutes Barbara sighed and stood up.

“Thank you, your hands are magic,” Barbara said.

Barbara put a hand on each of Elaine’s shoulders, leaned down and gave her a brief but firm kiss.

“We are going to be such good friends!” Barbara exclaimed.

Elaine was disappointed when the party started winding down because it meant Barbara would be leaving ... or so she thought. The Collins were standing at the patio chatting when Kenneth kissed his wife on the cheek and turned towards the Nineteenth Hole Cigar Bar. Barbara walked over to Elaine.

“Looks like I’m going to be a golf widow this evening, would you like to hang out? I know a quiet little club where we won’t be bothered,” Barbara said.

That sounded like a great idea to Elaine, and she eagerly nodded her head. Barbara gave her a radiant smile, took her arm, and led her out to the parking lot. They slipped into Barbara’s burgundy Jag and Elaine texted her mother with her plans. Thirty minutes later they arrived at a little strip mall on the edge of Orlando. A small neon sign above a black door identified the place as Candy’s. A pleasant looking older woman was manning a table inside the door.

“Twenty each,” she said, “and I’ll need to see your friend’s ID Barb.”

Barbara fished a fifty-dollar bill out of her purse and the older woman gave her back a ten and two plastic poker chips. Elaine passed over her driver’s license and the woman gave her a pink rubber bracelet.

“Keep this on and don’t let me catch you drinking,” the woman said sternly.

“That’s a high cover charge for a nondescript place with no entertainment,” Elaine commented as Barbara led her further into the club.

“Keeps out the jerks. When we leave, we trade the chips in for what we paid,” Barbara explained.

The club was laid out with a ten-stool bar on the left, eight booths on the right and a jukebox and dance floor in the back. There was a door on either side of the juke box, and six tables with four chairs each were spread around between the bar and booths. The lights were dim and the mood intimate. There were a couple of dozen people scattered around.

Elaine and Barbara were a couple of steps beyond the second booth when a voice behind them said, “Is that you Barb?”

Barbara turned around and flashed that irresistible smile at a muscular woman in a plaid shirt sitting next to a waifish girl dressed as Sailor Moon.

“Andi! It’s so good to see you, and you too, Brandi. Can we join you?” Barbara exclaimed.

Andi said yes so Barbara let Elaine slide in the booth first then slid in close and put her hand on Elaine’s thigh. Barbara made introductions, Andi (Andrea) was a County Prosecutor and Brandi was an accountant. Barbara ordered a Mai Tai for herself, and a Mocktail for Elaine before she started talking to Andi about some court case. Elaine looked around and noticed there were no men to be seen. She commented about that to Brandi.

“It’s not legal to deny males entry but the bar is hard to find, and the cover charge generally keeps them out,” Brandi explained.

Elaine blushed for being so oblivious to the nature of the bar. Barbara didn’t give Elaine much of a chance to be embarrassed before grabbing her hand and pulling her out on the dance floor. Elaine was self-conscious about dancing so intimately with another woman for about ten seconds before sighing and laying her head on Barb’s shoulder. It was not lost on her that, in heels, Barbara was as tall as Phillip and held her like he did. The comparison stopped there though because Barbara kissed her. Elaine moaned softly as Barbara’s tongue pushed between her lips. It was the best kiss she’d ever experienced even if it didn’t last that long. Elaine sighed when Barbara ended it.

When the song ended, they rejoined Barbara’s friends in the booth. They danced and talked for another hour and a half. And after the second dance it was Elaine’s nimble fingers under Barbara’s dress. They said their goodbyes at ten-thirty and Barbara drove back to the Country club to get Elaine’s car. Mister Collins was already gone, he’d sent Barbara a text saying he caught a ride home with a buddy. There were only a few cars in the lot besides Elaine’s Audi. Barbara gave her a steamy kiss and invited her to visit the next day.

“Bring your bathing suit and we’ll lay out by the pool. Kenny won’t be here; he’s playing golf with your father. They have a ten o’clock tee time.”

The Collins lived in a nice one-story house that bordered the fourteenth hole of the golf course. Elaine showed up at ten. She was wearing shorts and a t-shirt over a very cute emerald green two piece that showed off her firm young body. She had her Ray ban Wayfarers perched on the top of her head, her riotous red hair was semi-tamed into a ponytail, and she carried an oversized beach tote.

Barbara was wearing a beach cover up when she answered the door. She gave Elaine a brief hug and kiss before leading her out to the pool. The Collin’s pool was inside a screened enclosure with some sort of privacy material up to seven feet. The material let in light and air but obscured the pool area. Elaine shimmied out of her shorts and doffed her shirt.

“That green is your color,” Barbara commented.

Then she unbelted her cover up to reveal an electric blue string bikini that showed a lot of blemish free golden skin. The suit had three small triangles in the front and some strings in the back.