For Someone
Summary: Dorothy and Blanche embark on an unfamiliar and enlightening adventure
Rating: M (no kiddies please!)
Author's Note: Interspersed throughout the story will be quotes from certain Golden Girls episodes. Can you find them all? (It's like where's waldo..except with words…and you're not finding a little man with a striped shirt) This is my first posted story, so please review and be honest(brutally honest is okay)
Disclaimer: the T.V. show the Golden Girls is not mine; it belongs to the brilliant Susan Harris and NBC/Lifetime network.
Thank you for being a friend,
Travel down the road and back again,
Your heart is true,
You're a pal and a confidante,
And if you threw a party,
Invited everyone you knew,
You would see,
The biggest gift would be from me,
And the card attached would say,
Thank you for being a friend
Dorothy Julianne Zbornak had slept with three women in her life. It had always been a fascination of hers, something she thought about and considered only in the privacy of her own area. The whole idea puzzled her, and she was not sure why.
The first had been her best friend from high school. They did everything together, loved the same things and were nearly inseparable. Jennifer Morton had beach blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and a figure to rival Cindy Crawford's, but as gorgeous as she was she also became best friends with the tall gangly bookworm that was Dorothy. She remembers in eleventh grade, the beginning of the year, when Jennifer asked one day if she could kiss Dorothy, " Just for practice." Dorothy remembers a tingle all the way down to her toes as soon as Jennifer's lips touched hers, and Jennifer softly pulled away, eyes wide.
They experimentally kissed almost every time Jennifer was over, and it got to the point where as soon as the door would to on Dorothy's room Jennifer would push her against the door and kiss her, their tongues intermingling as for the first time a slender hand touched Dorothy's breast. She had felt a raw fire deep in her belly and had found herself unconsciously gyrating her hips to meet Jennifer's. That was the day Dorothy had her first orgasm, and also the day Jennifer ran out afterwards without a word. After that at school, Jennifer stopped talking to Dorothy. She joined the cheerleading squad and promptly slept with half the football team. Whenever Dorothy would enter the lunchroom she would murmur, " Dyke." Loud enough for everyone to hear. A few months after that, Stan came to the school, and Dorothy loved feeling accepted, and so she bowed under pressure and slept with him, faking her own orgasm because if she didn't she was afraid he would leave her.
The second time was right after Stan had the affair. She remembers sitting in a café holding a cold cup of coffee with tears running down her face. She remembers feeling so ashamed to be crying in public, and trying to wipe the tears away but not being able to. Suddenly, she had felt her shoulder being tapped and turned to find her college roommate Jean who'd flown in as soon as she'd heard about Stan. Dorothy promptly burst out crying, seeking the comforting embrace of her best friend as Jean encircled Dorothy with her arms and hid her face from view. Jean had taken her home and wrapped her in a blanket, making chicken soup and French baguette from scratch. Dorothy spent the entire night sobbing, curled up against Jean's slender frame, Jean making soothing noises when Dorothy's cries would get too bad. It had just seemed natural to Dorothy to kiss the bronzed expanse of throat that Jean was baring, and though Jean protested, not wanting to " take advantage of her"; they knew they were not stopping when Dorothy's blanket slipped off of her shoulders as she pushed Jean into the bed of the hotel room, kissing her softly.
Afterwards, both of them looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was incredibly awkward, and was also the first real laugh Dorothy had let out in a long while. She got up, put on clothes, and declared she wasn't going to pine over that, " fucking asshole" anymore.
The third time Dorothy slept with a woman had been the one that stuck. It would cause her more tears, more love, and more pain than the other two combined. She had always found herself attracted to the most gorgeous women, the tan and slender ones with glowing eyes and a seductive nature. This was no exception.