Saturday evening and Sunday morning were incredibly important to them both. After witnessing women coming together and finding themselves in ach other, it was their turn.
Both women had that sense of freedom that when they got back home, they could express their ardent love for each other and that their arms and limbs could be gloriously intertwined with each other. They made love with a passion that never seemed to die down as each roused in the other molten desires that could not be denied to themselves or to each other.
It was early in the morning when Trisha opened one bleary eye and felt her arm lie across her lover's breasts. Trisha looked fondly down on her lover who had a blissful, contented smile across her face. On this day, she could alternate between semi-wakefulness and dreamless contentment.
Finally, Trisha followed a whim of hers, slipped out of bed and took herself to the bedroom dressing table and sat in front of the large mirror, slowly brushing her long fair hair. Sally Anne lay lazily sideways in bed looking at her lover. She admired the slender lines of her lover's back and, reflected in the mirror, she could see that half smile on Trisha's face. It was absolute paradise to feel with calm serenity that she was immersed in the love of this blond haired woman. Sally Anne could watch her all day and life seemed timeless in its perfection as a dreamy feeling of warmth spread through her. As her thoughts took shape, she realized that she presented an equally delightful spectacle as she made no attempt at maidenly modesty in draping their white duvet round her, exposing her breasts to Trisha's gaze at her through the mirror. Trisha laid her hairbrush on the side as Sally Anne silently slipped out of bed and planted several soft kisses on the other woman's back.
"Mmmm," murmured Trisha with a sense of deep self satisfaction." I thought you'd never come over."
"Well, I'm here now, babes," Sally Anne replied with a husky tone to her voice, revealing her own growing desires." Ready and waiting for you,"
She planted another soft kiss on her lover's back and slid her arms round her lover, her fingers gently caressing Trisha's breasts. She had that delicious sense in having no need to hurry as she leaned up against her lover and kissed the side of her neck. Trisha reached upwards and backwards to touch Sally as she looked into the mirror and feasted her eyes on the dark haired woman. Finally, a sigh of satisfaction breathed out from them both as Sally's fingertips gently stroked her lover's nipples. They knew that this was the payoff from all the hard slog over the last week, validated by this preliminary to their slow lovemaking just as they had passionately made love the night before. Trisha felt a surge of desire rise up inside her as those exquisitely slim fingers of Sally's right hand started to slide against the inside of Trisha's thigh. A wave of emotion spread through her as she thought about everything of Sally's presence.
"How good it is, darling to wake up next to you. I wouldn't like to think where I'd be without you."
"Sweetheart, you've done so much for you," Sally whispered as she kissed the other woman's ear.
A wave of emotion swept through Sally Anne as Trisha's feelings were felt by her. This was so far away from the cool, calm and collected Trisha that it had to be totally real. Trisha turned away from the mirrored reflection of her lover towards the real woman who settled on her lap. Trisha flung her arms around the dark haired woman and both knew what they wanted. After kissing deeply and passionately, they moved interlocked onto their rumpled bed, Sally Anne on top and they joyously celebrated the dawning of a new day.
*****
Several hours later, they were curled up together on their settee, Trisha's black trousered leg draped over Sally, a hot steaming mug of coffee on a side table and her lover's left hand clasped in hers. While grey skies swirled low over London's rooftops, their cosy living room shut out the winter's gloom outside. They fell to talking companionably and reflecting on the present. They loved the feel of lying next to each other while music played softly around them.
Both women had noticed how the club was becoming more and more successful and they were attracting a younger crowd besides the thirty something women who had grown up with Trisha. It meant that they needed another barmaid and no longer could one of them be there on their own as in the old days
"The whole scene is changing," Trisha said as her right hand outlined the direction of her thoughts." It's becoming much more overground. We're getting regular adverts in Diva naturally but even some of the average glossies feature us."
"That's really good news for us. It means that more women can feel free to be as they are," murmured Sally against the other woman's cheek.
"It's not that simple, babes. Years ago, any lesbian bar that started up drew in women who were grateful for their very existence. It was all spread by word of mouth on the underground grapevine."
"We're bound to get more commercialized. After all, we're operating a business. It's bound to work for our benefit."
"I'm beginning to think like Nikki," Trisha smiled wryly and gently disagreeing. Sally was saying what she had used to tell Nikki. "She was always the idealist and I was the money head."
"How do you mean, babes?" Sally Anne asked with absolutely no hint of insecurity. She simply wanted to know what her lover meant by the remark as she respected Nikki's opinions.
"The trouble is that a lot of the younger women are taking for granted what took us years to build up. I'm not asking for abject gratitude and for women to kiss our feet but just a little respect. Some of them are getting too pushy and rowdy for my liking. They're just coming to get obliterated. I've recently had to calm one or two of them down a bit and they've got argumentative. I get the feeling that they treat us like any other club owners."
"You're looking to me to provide expertise, babes? The problem is that I've not been into straight clubs for years. You know, the time long ago when I thought I was straight. They were like meat markets. I remember having to watch out for the drunks, the men I mean," Sally Anne pursued with her mouth slightly open. She hadn't noticed anything untoward but maybe Trisha had noticed intangibles going on under her eyes that she hadn't.
"So how far different are these clubs? You're the only woman I know with any inside information." Trisha had pondered this problem for some time but only accident of fate had prompted her to ask for Sally Anne's input.
"Well, for a start, we don't have tanked up testosterone men on the loose, my ex colleagues in the police force being prime examples. They were the worst culprits when let off the leash after supposedly upholding law and order on duty," shuddered Sally Anne Howe at the memory.
"Some of these young kids are verging that way, I mean without the testosterone obviously," observed Trisha dryly." I mean what do we do? I mean do we hire proper bouncers or go membership only? All this is bound to eat into our profits," Trisha said doubtfully, casting around for ideas.
"Do we really want some butch lesbian bouncer lurking around, looking menacing? It might put off some of our regulars who want to chill out," added Sally Anne, equally uncertain." I wouldn't dismiss anything out of hand but I can't think of an alternative that grabs my inspiration."
Both women were certain of their love as they pressed each other's hands and leaned into each other. They were equally uncertain of how to resolve this conundrum or just let this go. Anyway, the rest of the Sunday was their treat for the taking.
*****
"I'm only too delighted to write you a reference," exclaimed Helen." I've known you for a few years now I come to think about it. Let me loose with the form and I'll get composing."
"I was wondering who else to use," Karen asked in puzzled tones." I wouldn't touch anyone now within the prison service with a bargepole and I'm sure their feelings are likewise. That leaves me with the women from Chix who know me best in reality but it doesn't go back a long way. Nikki's a possibility but let's face it that goes back to when she was behind bars. Let's face it, to the average outside world, that doesn't look good."
"Of course I understand Karen," Helen said warmly, picking up on Karen's hesitant tone of voice." She told me that last night."
"So that leaves George,"
"I don't see that as a problem. They're bound to know about the trial case. If they don't, they're bound to ask you what you've been doing with yourself since you last worked at Larkhall. You might as well get in first and George's credentials get turned around in your favour. Sure, you were her client but you've gone on to become friends. She'll have seen you at a time when your character 'shone forth' as they say. That goes back before you met the rest of the gang so who better else to pick?"
Karen was left open mouthed and speechless at the striking way Helen had cut through her confusion of thought. It reminded her just why she had once been her boss and made her wonder just how she pulled these answers out of nowhere.