She slid from the car and followed Arlene to the large old building. It was a fine old Victorian house that had been completely restored. At one point the actual offices of the school district had been located here complete with the dusty old chalk boards and wooden desks but now the rooms had been restored to their formal splendor. All the rooms had high ceilings and most of them had fireplaces. The dining room and kitchen had been remodeled into a small restaurant and down the hall was a small sitting room. Arlene rang a bell and a man she called Jud appeared with an ice bucket with two bottles of champagne.
Jud popped the cork and poured the two women more drinks. Julie was really hungry now and she wondered how long it was going to be before she would be able to order dinner. Arlene seemed to have completely forgotten about food.
Julie's head was beginning to whiz around, she was beginning to feel more than just a little drunk. She found it hard to concentrate on the conversation, found her thoughts wandering much of the time, usually to wonder what she was doing here with Arlene Lowell.
Her face felt quite hot now and when she looked in the mirror over the fireplace she saw that her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes looked a little wonky too, and it occurred to her that she was more than slightly drunk. She couldn't remember being drunk in her entire life before except she had been tipsy one New Year's Eve. Bradley had been furious with her asking her how would it look to have the minister's wife completely drunk and making a fool of herself. That was just the trouble, Julie thought, Brad cares more about how I make him look rather than how I feel about myself, she thought bitterly.
The blonde chaplain's wife closed her eyes, wishing the spinning in her head would stop. Arlene seemed to be swaying back and forth in front of her and slipping out of focus, although Julie could see that the sophisticated dean's wife was sitting up, thoroughly composed beside her on the sofa.
She was startled when Mrs. Lowell reached out her hand and stroked her bare arm, gently, almost casually, just as startled to hear her say, "I don't want to appear like I'm prying, Julie, but you and the chaplain aren't very happy, are you?"
Julie's mind went back to the terrible scene the other night, when Brad had nearly raped her. How had Arlene known about that? Maybe she was just perceptive. She probably was not referring to anything specific. It didn't seem to matter how she knew. What was important was that another woman, her new friend, understood so completely her own feelings, even though she, herself, had not really accepted them until now. She heard her throaty voice as she probed further into Julie's thoughts. "You're wondering how I know that, aren't you, darling?"
"Well… uh… yes I am," Julie replied.
"I'll tell you. It's obvious. I could see that you were a vulnerable little doe and I could sense that you had been hurt. That you were suffering… and I wanted to do something for you, to soothe you and comfort you. And that's why I invited you out tonight." The voice seemed to come closer wrapping itself in a cocoon around the minister's wife as Arlene shifted her position on the sofa beside her, sliding nearer, so that their thighs touched.
The gentle stroking continued, briefly, then stopped as Arlene slid her hand up over Julie's shoulder, trailed it gently, almost lovingly across her face, then down over her throat, slipping it down into the front of her dress. "Have you ever wondered, darling, what it would be like to have a woman that understands your body. A woman that could know exactly what excites you… doing wonderful things to your body…"
"Oh no…" Julie stammered… "our religion… oh no… that's a terrible sin… worse even than adultery…"
Arlene laughed the condescending laughter that Julie feared from this sophisticated beauty. "How quaint you are, Julie. But unfortunately I don't buy your naivete. I see what a sensual vibrant woman you are and I know you must have wondered what it was like!"
She gave Julie a sweet, knowing little smile, and then her fingertips edged beneath the sheer confining fabric of Julie's brassiere, ran teasingly over the smooth resilient flesh of her firm, white breast. "See what I mean, angel. Doesn't it feel wonderful?" she whispered in her ear.
Julie shrank back in revulsion. This was sin of the lowest order! What would her husband think? No one had ever touched her in this way except him and now a woman was doing it! She could think of nothing more obscene, nothing more sinfully depraved.
And yet a little thrill of erotic pleasure such as the minister's wife had never known before seemed to tiptoe up her spine. At the same time her head seemed to swim in helpless confusion. This was wicked and evil… as evil as anything could possibly be. But she felt soothed and comforted as she had never been before. This woman was right. She did know what turned her on. What on earth was wrong with her?
She let her head fall back on Arlene's shoulder, resting it in the hollow of her neck, letting her cradle it between her shoulders and her chin. The slow, insistent stroking of her breast went on, and now Julie's doubts began to evaporate under the gentle touch of the other woman's fingers, teasing one throbbing nipple into a taut erection, then trailing lightly across her body to enfold, encompass the other, tease it, too, into hardness.
Strangely she was perversely delighted as Arlene's hand slipped lightly down over the gentle swelling of her belly, with a marvelous hint of what was yet to come. Instinctively, Julie crossed her legs, remembering all too vividly the cruel invasion of her ravished cunt such a short time before. She closed her eyes and then opened them as she realized that Arlene had drawn down the zipper of her blue dress and was easing it off her shoulders.
"Help me," she whispered to her. "Oh, help me, darling." Without a moment's hesitation, Julie did as she was asked. She had no idea why she did so, what it was that possessed her. She only knew that she felt strangely relaxed and peaceful, as if she were a small child again, protected by the comforting arms of this maternal figure. And just as she would obey her mother, so many years before, she now complied with Arlene's request, lifting her arms high above her head to let the other woman slip her dress off, and then helping, too, as she slid the straps of her slip down off her shoulders. And when Arlene reached around to unhook the straps of her bra, she sat motionless, to make it that much easier.
As the restricting garment fell from her, freeing her large, full breasts, Arlene cupped one in a strong but gentle hand, while with the other hand she tilted her chin up, raising her face to her own. Her full lips brushed the others as if in passing, while Julie trembled with a strange new excitement. And then she pressed them close against the other woman's flicking her tongue out expertly to part them, then darting it between them to find her tongue.
A little gasp of shocked delight escaped Julie as she felt the dean's wife's hands roaming over her body, and realized that she was once again toying with the clothes she still wore. There was the whisper of rustle of the sheer fabric as her nylon panties were drawn slowly down over her hips and thighs, and then, with a little shudder of wicked pleasure, she realized that she was completely stark naked.
Again, Arlene Lowell's head inclined toward her, dipped down to her lips, teased at the tiny bud of one nipple, and then she whispered, "Now, it's your turn, my darling. Your turn to help me."
Another thrill rippled deliciously through Julie mixed with a little warning signal as the words whirled through her alcohol blurred brain.
"No… I can't Arlene," she protested automatically.