Danielle Engle - Lavender Excursions

Although a long time resident of the Windy City, Pat Brooks viewed winter as an unnatural disruption in the hustle and bustle of the city. Fortunately, the holiday season offered a brief respite from the harsh wind and bitter cold. This holiday season was especially important for Pat. Sitting in the boardroom at Lavender Excursions, she had two items on her agenda. First, she needed to pay a long overdue debt to Lavender Excursions' owner, Taryn Williams.

Second, she wanted to purchase a special Christmas gift for her best friend, Kimberly Justin.

This was her reason for showing the staff at Lavender Excursions a video of Kimberly. Lavender Excursions was a business entity staffed entirely by women, many who were paid very highly for their creative talents. Their goal was to provide women a safe, anonymous place to realize their fantasies. It was their philosophy that fantasies were women's best treasures, personal riches waiting to be discovered. In many cases, it meant giving women a place to explore their sexual identity.

Certain that her best friend was a lesbian, Pat wanted to offer her this opportunity. Anxiously she waited as scenes of Kimberly Justin's life with her boyfriend, Mark, scrolled past. She blushed as the tape neared the final scene. Kimberly was spread-eagle on the bed with Mark poised over her in a classic 69. Fortunately for this all-lesbian audience sitting around the boardroom, the camera was focused on Kimberly.

Her hips grinding into the bed sheets as Mark's tongue teased her engorged clit, Kimberly was in the throes of an orgasm. The tension in the room was palpable, everyone leaning forward, waiting for the moment when she would ride over the edge. Waiting and listening, their faces strained as their imaginations placed them in Mark's stead.

Tongues lapping Kimberly's hot, sweet juices, cooing and purring as they pleasured her with their mouths.

The moment was ripe, Kimberly's breath shifting as she neared orgasm. Closer and closer she came, panting and moaning. Hands clutching the sheets, her head bobbed as she went down on her lover.

He was close, she was close, and then suddenly Mark pulled away!

Confused and anxious, the women peered harder at the screen.

Wetness was still seeping out of Kimberly and her clit was visibly screaming for release. What was happening? Why did he stop?

The answer soon became apparent. Intent on his own orgasm, Mark rose on his elbows then thrust himself in and out of Kimberly's mouth. They could hear the sucking noises as Kimberly took him inside of her. As his excitement grew stronger, the air became heavy with his breathing. His face contorted and his body stiffened, Mark made a final thrust, then collapsed on top of Kimberly.

The room was still, everyone waiting for Mark to regain his breath.

It seemed an obvious conclusion that he would resume making love to her until she, too, climaxed. Wasn't it? Time seemed to stand still as they waited, listening and watching for some sign of movement.

Alas, Kimberly's orgasm with Mark was not to be. Within seconds, he rolled off her and fell into a heavy sleep. She turned away from him and lay on her side. The women watched as Kimberly's hand slid between her legs, collecting the moisture from her cunt. A whimpering so faint it was barely discernible escaped her quivering lips. The sound of her fingers massaging her swollen clit sounded throughout the room.

The women watched, hands moving as if to help her, coaxing her to a climax. Closer and closer, breaths held and bodies straining forward, they urged her over the edge, to freedom, to ecstasy, to that beautiful intense moment when she felt nothing but the sensations exploding in her clit. Her body stiffened. She shuddered, rocking back and forth, as the orgasm seized and shook her.

The scene ended and the screen went black. For several moments, the only sound in the room was the faint whir of the videotape rewinding in the background. Finally, someone flipped a switch and the room was flooded with light.

Taryn Williams, founder and president of Lavender Excursions, knew how difficult it must have been for Pat to steal into Kimberly's house and make copies of the videotapes. She also knew how important it was for Pat to repay a debt she felt was long overdue.

Married over five years to a man who made her life miserable, it was through Taryn that Pat realized she was a lesbian. Knowing that an excursion was something Pat could not afford but sorely needed, Taryn gave it to her as a gift the previous year. Pat's life had never been the same. Divorced and freely dating other women, she was happy for the first time in a very long while.

Taryn sat quietly, staring at the blank screen. She struck a reflective pose. Taryn's skin was a golden bronze and her hair a dark shadow surrounding her face. She appeared as one would imagine an Egyptian queen surveying her subjects. The subject in question had made her proposal. Now it was up to Taryn to decide whether they should accept Kimberly as a client. Taryn cast her gaze upon the woman sitting beside her. "What do you think?" she asked.

"Possibly," the woman replied, her eyes trying to gauge Taryn's response to the video.

Taryn tapped her fingers on the table, debating. Was Kimberly ready for an excursion? Would the possibility of freedom outweigh the risk of exposure to a lifestyle she might not understand? Taryn looked to yet another member of her staff. "What do you think, Camarin?"

Camarin Knight's jacket crinkled as she shifted in her chair. She returned Taryn's gaze, studying her for a moment. She pushed her dark hair away from her face, the strands tumbling about her shoulders and into the collar of her leather jacket. Camarin fixed her focus on the print hanging behind Taryn's desk. Her dark brown eyes twinkled with excitement. "I agree with Pat," she said. "Kimberly is ready for an excursion."

As the other women nodded their approval, Pat breathed a sigh of relief. When Taryn gave her consent, Pat shot out of her chair. The sudden movement sent a manila folder sailing off the table and onto the floor. Embarrassed, she bent to retrieve the papers that spilled out of the folder and underneath the chairs of the women seated nearby.

Camarin chuckled and shook her head in a gesture of disbelief.

Her face growing hotter by the minute, Pat crawled about on the floor until she'd gathered all the papers. Blushing, she laid the folder carefully on the table and hurried out the door.

Taryn laughed. "If she channeled half of that nervous energy into her work, she'd be a very wealthy woman." The other women murmured in agreement. "Okay," Taryn said, "let's get to work. We have a long and difficult task ahead of us. Think, create, do whatever is needed to make Kimberly's excursion a success. We'll meet again tomorrow morning and review everyone's ideas."

Several of the women whispered excitedly as they left the room.

One staff member, Lisa Manchester, remained seated. She wanted to speak to Taryn alone. Despite her three years of employment at Lavender Excursions, Lisa still felt shy and awkward around the company's founder. Her position as Taryn's subordinate accounted for part of her discomfort. The other factor was of a personal nature.

Despite great efforts to dismiss her rampant thoughts and feelings, Lisa had fallen helplessly and hopelessly in love with Taryn. Now was a crucial moment, an opportunity to be alone with Taryn. Lisa's hands were shaking uncontrollably. Lisa sat speechless, her determination wavering under Taryn's cool gaze.

Sensing something out of kilter, Taryn sat on the edge of the table beside Lisa. Her feelings and desires were clear. Taryn could see the need in her eyes and feel it in the air about her. Lisa's passion was so genuine and her naivete so touching that Taryn willed herself to be gentle and patient. "What's up, Lisa?"