Oh, Lover

Maureen and Joanne both laid embraced in each others arms after Joanne finished the story. Tears slowly dripped down both their faces as the memory of Claire hovered over the room. Joanne looked at Maureen who seemed to be having the most trouble with this new memory and wiped the tears off her face.

"Honeybear what's wrong?"

Maureen sniffled, "Claire was a real bitch to have left you. I can't imagine why she would do that to you!"

"Well, I think that Claire thought what she was doing was the best for both of us. I really don't think she did it to be mean to me; honest."

"Yeah, I guess you're right…and plus she made way for us to get together!" The diva exclaimed as a smile came over her face.

Joanne kissed Maureen's nose, "You're absolutely correct."

"So, what did you do after her death? Like, I mean, did you even date anymore?"

Maureen wiped away the few prevailing tears from Joanne's face as she told the story.

"After Claire died, I was a wreck. I only went to school and back home. I didn't even sleep in our room. For years I wouldn't talk to anyone but my parents and that only happened once in a while. So finally, I decided to move to New York. I needed to get away from my past if I ever wanted to move on and do as Claire wanted me to. All she ever wanted was for me to be happy…I figured I might as well give it a try…"

"So you moved to New York…and then what?" Maureen asked sensing another story.

"Well, I found a job with the firm my parents worked for…it was weird at first but I got used to it. Then one day, about a month later, I decided to go out for a drink; I deserved it. And low and behold, I get there and I see this fine looking woman. She had long, brown, curly hair; pale skin and dark eyes; and the best looking body I'd ever seen. I'd never believed in love at first sight, but when I saw her…it was all over."

The smile on Maureen's face grew as the story unfolded. "Hey!" she exclaimed, "I know this story!"

"So then you tell it," Joanne suggested smiling.

Alright, I guess I shall…now sit back Pookie, 'cause this story is gonna blow your socks off. I've never told you before, but I am an excellent storyteller."

"Oh, you are, are you?"

"I am. Now shut up so I can tell you this amazingness."

Joanne mocked zipping her lips shut and sat against the headboard to hear Maureen's story.

Maureen's Story

It was like October 1989-ish. I was really pissed that day because Marky decided he wouldn't go down on me. Really, what the fuck? Who doesn't wanna go down on me? But anyway, I decided to go to the Life Café. There was always some man-whore down there who I could subdue into sleeping with me that night.

So I go to the Life and I decide, eh, I don't really wanna get involved in the whole Boho scene tonight…and I choose to sit at the bar instead of at my usual table with all my friends and stuff. Fifteen minutes into my night, still no man has offered to buy me a drink and I'm kinda bummed because well, I'm Maureen! I'm the diva! Everyone should want to buy me a drink! Hmm, that should be a song 'I'ma buy you a drank!!' Anyway, back to the story, I'd been there 15 minutes and was almost ready to go home and beg Mark for some sex the scene was so bad.

But then, right as I got up, this girl, no, this woman walked in. She had the perfect mocha colored skin with this epic 'fro. She had the cutest little nose and the most perfect face I'd ever seen. I knew right then and there that I would have to find a way to get her into bed. I would just have to. Tonight too.

She slowly sashayed across the room into a barstool that happened to be right next to mine. Of course, I had to use my sly Maureen skills to flirt with her. I didn't want to seem too forward, but I was horny and I needed to find a way for her to like me.

"Hi!" I said cheerfully, "I'm Maureen, what's your name?"

I could tell by the way she answered that she was a real shy one. "I'm Joanne Jefferson. Nice to meet you." Immediately, Joanne stuck out her hand for me to shake it but I almost leaped on her and embraced her in a hug.

"Sorry," I said, "But I really wanted to hug you. Plus you look like you could use a hug." Even when I say her, I could tell something was bothering Joanne. Behind those pretty brown eyes, it looked like she'd been through a lot of junk in the past.

Joanne smiled a little, "Well, other than it being quite awkward, it wasn't that bad. And thanks, I have needed a hug lately."

As much as I wanted to get laid, this girl seemed different than the others. For some strange reason, I felt like I could imagine my life with her. This was weird. Other than Marky, I'd never been in a serious relationship…but Joanne felt right. So I decided to talk to her.

"So what's up?"

"Wow, you're really forward…I don't think that's any of your business…"

"Ok, I guess you don't have to tell me. I just thought you might want to get it off your chest you know…"

"Well I don't."

"Okay." I got up and walked away. If my plan was working like I hoped it would, Joanne would be calling me back in 3…2….

"Wait!"

I turned around and tried to hide my smile, "Yeah?"

"I'm sorry; you were just trying to be nice. Let me buy you a drink…it actually would be nice to talk about it…"

"Sure." So she bought me a drink and we talked. It was actually one of the nicest talks I'd had in a while too. But what came after the talk was even better. She was the one who offered to take me to her apartment, not me. And when we got there…well, I can't say too much so I can keep an air of mystery around me, but…we did it all night long. And it was good. So, so, good. I can honestly say, Joanne was one of the best sex partners I'd ever had. She was even better than the woman in rubber…

Maureen finished telling her story and Joanne applauded.

"You're right; you are an amazing story teller. And I'm glad to find out I was better than the woman in rubber."

"Yes you were…"

"Were? As in past tense? Have I lost my touch Honeybear??"

"Well…I don't know…maybe we should test that out. It has been a while..."

"6 years I think," Joanne said smiling to herself.

"I think you're right. And I also think I want to have sex with you."

"Well then missy, let's get goin'!"

And they lived – and sexed – happily ever after.

FIN.