Taste of Her: A Lesbian Romance

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2“I still got it.” Vicky Andrews said as she stood at the mirror in her master bedroom. She laughed at herself for speaking aloud in an empty room but she was proud of how she looked. She was the mother of a fifteen-year-old and her body did not suggest it. She stood on her toes with her heels off the ground admiring her new white sandals.

Her eyes moved up to her lean long legs. She was happy with her outfit choice. She had been in Jamaica for a week and wanted to show off her new tan. The dress accentuated her breast and showed off her thighs. The tan brought a glow to her entire body that was highlighted by the burnt orange of the sunset illuminating through the windows.

She knew she was a bit overdressed for the occasion, but she didn’t care. She finally had a reason to get dressed up and she was going to milk it for all it was worth. At first, she was annoyed that her stepdaughter asked if she could come to the house with some of her friends. She loved spending time with Lynn but she was eager to have time for herself.

She didn’t have to worry about her clients at the agency, her daughter blasting music from her room, or getting Lynn out of trouble again. She finally had time for herself, but after a week alone in paradise she was eager for company.

Vicky and Lynn had been close since the day she married Lynn’s father Henry. In fact, Lynn was the only member of the family that treated Vicky well. Everyone else felt that Vicky was after Henry’s money and the twenty-year age gap between them didn’t alleviate anyone’s fears. Vicky was surely not after Henry’s money but her feelings were misguided. She had mistaken the sense of security and comfort Henry offered her for love. Now at the age of thirty-five she still didn’t know what it was like to be passionate about someone. As she stared at herself in the mirror, she admitted to herself that she didn’t even know what it was like to be in love.

This vacation was going to be a time for reflection and everyone supported her when she decided to buy the summer home, even her in-laws. Henry’s family didn’t come around until Vicky and Henry had a daughter of their own, Stacy. They came around even more when Vicky started to work, finally realizing that she was never after their money. She couldn’t stand staying home all day and was growing frustrated by the lack of passion in her marriage. She got a job as an executive assistant at a modeling agency in the city and after ten long years, had worked her way up to President of Communications.

Henry had died suddenly of a heart attack a few years ago, before they could finalize their discussions of divorce. She was still very close to Lynn and didn’t have the heart to tell her that they hadn’t been happy for a long time.

Vicky was startled when the phone rang.

“Hi mom, are they there yet? You’re not doing work again are you?” Stacy said. Stacy was staying with her grandparents while her mother went on vacation.

Vicky smiled appreciating the concern in her daughter’s voice. She was notorious for working too hard but it was a way to keep her mind off her nonexistent social life. She hadn’t gone on a date in two years and hadn’t had s*x for at least five, she had stopped counting. She cringed at the thought. She had never even had fulfilling s*x. Her fingers were the best lover she had ever had.

“Mom are you paying attention to me?”

Vicky realized that she had started to daydream and got back to her conversation with her daughter.