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- Joined
- Jan 30, 2014
- Location
- United Kingdom
'Hello, Olivia.'
Olivia Richmond turned to face the woman who had addressed her. It was the town's 4th July party and she was used to being approached by parents of children she was teaching or even former pupils.
'Jennifer Cooper,' the woman introduced herself, 'but I used to be called Jeni.'
Yes, the name was familiar. Olivia examined the woman standing close to her, so close they were almost touching. She had taught quite a lot of Jennifers; it had been a popular name at one time. The girls, naturally at their age, had shortened it to Jenny or Jennie. But there had been one who had insisted, most emphatically, that she was Jeni. Could this be her? She was very different if it was. She was the right height, a little shorter than Olivia, but the puppy fat was gone, leaving a slender figure with a pixie face and haircut to match. The voice too had an air of sophistication now.
'Of course, how have you been, Jennifer? What are you doing now?'
Standard questions, safe questions that allowed for all the possibilities that might have occurred since they had last met. She prepared herself to hear another story of success or failure or disappointment or worse. Instead, the woman ignored her questions.
'Are you straight or gay?'
Yes, this was the Jeni she had recalled. Direct as ever. She was tempted to laugh the question off, but she remembered that that would be a mistake. Jeni had had no sense of humour.
'Straight,' she answered and waited. The women were still only inches apart.
'You won't be when I've made you wet.'
It took a few moments for Olivia to register the answer and what it meant. When it did, she had no idea of how to reply.
No reply was necessary, though, because Jennifer rose on her toes, leaned forward, pushed her tongue out, and touched the tip to Olivia's lips. She held it there for a moment before leaning back and licking the tongue over her own lips, as if savouring Olivia's taste.
Then she was gone. Striding across the lawn with her short cotton dress billowing in the breeze. Light green with white flowers.
'Miss Richmond, it is you, isn't it. Remember me, Nick's mother. We met at the PTA last term.'
Olivia smiled and greeted the woman who had spoken, and whom she did not recognise and did not recall. In fact, she was sure she had never taught a boy called Nick. Unless Nick was a girl or trans. It was so difficult to be sure these days.
As their conversation followed the usual course on these occasions, Olivia caught occasional glimpses of the green and white dress. Jennifer was moving around, not speaking to anyone as far as she could see, but always in view. As if …
Well, Jeni as she had been then had always been one for mischief.
Olivia Richmond turned to face the woman who had addressed her. It was the town's 4th July party and she was used to being approached by parents of children she was teaching or even former pupils.
'Jennifer Cooper,' the woman introduced herself, 'but I used to be called Jeni.'
Yes, the name was familiar. Olivia examined the woman standing close to her, so close they were almost touching. She had taught quite a lot of Jennifers; it had been a popular name at one time. The girls, naturally at their age, had shortened it to Jenny or Jennie. But there had been one who had insisted, most emphatically, that she was Jeni. Could this be her? She was very different if it was. She was the right height, a little shorter than Olivia, but the puppy fat was gone, leaving a slender figure with a pixie face and haircut to match. The voice too had an air of sophistication now.
'Of course, how have you been, Jennifer? What are you doing now?'
Standard questions, safe questions that allowed for all the possibilities that might have occurred since they had last met. She prepared herself to hear another story of success or failure or disappointment or worse. Instead, the woman ignored her questions.
'Are you straight or gay?'
Yes, this was the Jeni she had recalled. Direct as ever. She was tempted to laugh the question off, but she remembered that that would be a mistake. Jeni had had no sense of humour.
'Straight,' she answered and waited. The women were still only inches apart.
'You won't be when I've made you wet.'
It took a few moments for Olivia to register the answer and what it meant. When it did, she had no idea of how to reply.
No reply was necessary, though, because Jennifer rose on her toes, leaned forward, pushed her tongue out, and touched the tip to Olivia's lips. She held it there for a moment before leaning back and licking the tongue over her own lips, as if savouring Olivia's taste.
Then she was gone. Striding across the lawn with her short cotton dress billowing in the breeze. Light green with white flowers.
'Miss Richmond, it is you, isn't it. Remember me, Nick's mother. We met at the PTA last term.'
Olivia smiled and greeted the woman who had spoken, and whom she did not recognise and did not recall. In fact, she was sure she had never taught a boy called Nick. Unless Nick was a girl or trans. It was so difficult to be sure these days.
As their conversation followed the usual course on these occasions, Olivia caught occasional glimpses of the green and white dress. Jennifer was moving around, not speaking to anyone as far as she could see, but always in view. As if …
Well, Jeni as she had been then had always been one for mischief.
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