~ Georgia On My Mind ~
by Alex Tryst
Copyright © January 2003

Disclaimers: These characters are of my own creation, except for one, Isaac Mizrahi. He is a real person, and I tried to keep him as true to himself as possible. No infringement was intended. This story is about two women (big surprise there) who are doing all right in their respective lives until they meet each other, and that's when mayhem ensues. I should mention as well that some of my old favorites make an appearance, so if you are a fan of "Love in Photographs", you will enjoy seeing Torrance, Helen, and company. If you have not had the pleasure of reading "Love in Photographs", just know that this book will definitely spoil that one, so you might want to read it first. However this is not a sequel by any means and can stand by itself. I just think you'll find more pleasure in the minor players in this work if you have read that one. As far as things to look out for, there is violence such as gay bashing and racist and homophobic remarks, so please be aware. And one last thing I should note. I tried to actually write out the southern accent the best I could, so please go lightly on commentary of the speech. This is my first attempt at affecting a drawl in dialogue.

Dedication: As always to my wife, you are my fondest wish. To the inspiration for the title I credit the song "Georgia on My Mind" sung by the one and only Ray Charles. This is a perfect title given my leading southern lady. Of course in my own way I also thank my blonde muse who has been the star of several books now and more to come I'm sure. Of course I cannot forget my beta reader who has kept me motivated on more than just this book.

Now on with the show.......................................................................................................................

Dust whipped and whirled behind the convertible as it sped up the long dirt driveway toward the farmhouse. Blake was on her way to her late great aunt's place after spending the morning running errands in the small town not too far away. The Georgia summer sun beat down in torturous rays, but the thirty-seven year old hardly noticed. She was too involved with her blaring music and the scenery of the cotton and peach plantation to even note the heat. Farmhands were in the fields and waved at her as she passed on her way up to the house. Being the executor of her great aunt Millie's estate, the tall brunette attorney had stayed behind after the funeral services to take care of some last minute business, but finding the rural home relaxing, she decided to spend time there on a leisurely working vacation.

Pulling up in front of the house, Blake put her sunglasses on top of her head and grabbed the grocery bags sitting in the back seat. Running up the front steps, she consulted her watch, knowing she only had a few minutes before a phone conference with some of her fellow partners at the small firm she and a couple of friends had started. Quickly putting her things away, she grabbed a soda out of the fridge before taking to the makeshift office she had set up in the library to check her e-mail. Within moments her cell phone rang.

An hour later the tall woman was diligently discussing an upcoming case with her colleagues when there was a rap on the screen door of the house. Wondering who could be calling, she took the phone with her as she moved to the foyer. Seeing a little blonde woman standing on her porch, she approached cautiously as she told her partners to hold for a moment.

"Hi there. May I help you?" she inquired with a friendly smile at the petite woman in a sundress.

"Um, hi. My name is Georgia Carmichael." she introduced. "My mama, Cindy, used to look in on your great aunt everyday."

"Oh, yeah. I met her at the funeral. I'm Blake Erwin." Seeing that the blonde was holding something that appeared to be heavy, she opened the screen door. "Here. Let me help you with that." she offered. Speaking into her phone, she said, "Guys, I'm going to have to call you back in a little bit. Some business has just come up I need to take care of. Continue on without me." Closing her phone and clipping it onto her belt, she reached for the package Georgia was holding. "Come on in, Ms. Carmichael."

"This is from Mama. She thought you might need somethin' up here."

The brunette looked down at the basket full of an assortment of food, including her favorite, a homemade pie. "Well, you must thank your mother for me. This is quite a nice surprise. Could I get you something to drink?"

"Oh, no. I cain't stay. Mama just wanted me to drop that off while I was doin' errands. She wanted me to ask you though if you wanted to come to supper at our place tonight?"

Unsure of how to respond, Blake shrugged her shoulders. "I wouldn't want to impose on your mother's generosity. She's being too kind already."

"She insisted I make you say you would, so I cain't go until I get a yes outta you." the little woman teased lightly. "She's even askin' me to make another pie." she enticed.

"You made this pie?" Blake asked. "What kind is it?"

Georgia nodded. "Peach."

"Sweet Georgia peach. My favorite." the tall woman stated lowly as she met blue eyes. A slight blush rose to the chef's cheeks under the praise. "Well, Ms. Carmichael, I think I will have to accept then. Could I bring anything?"

"Just an appetite. My mama loves to feed people. Why don't I swing by on my way back from town and pick you up?"

"Sure. Do I need to call your mother and accept?"

"Nah. She knows you're comin'."

"That confident in your abilities, is she?" Blake joked.

The blonde shrugged. "I wouldn't have left 'til you said yes, so it's just better you gave in quickly. I should be back between 5:00 and 6:00. Is that okay for you?"

"Sure. I'll try to wrap up my business early."

"All right. I'll see in you in a bit then." Georgia said.

"Looking forward to it, Ms. Carmichael."

"Call me Georgia." the blonde insisted with a pretty smile as she backed out the screen door.

"Only if you call me Blake. See you later." Watching the pixie move down the stairs and to an old dirty truck, Blake wondered about her visitor. Georgia Carmichael was a vision and a welcome sight for her eyes. The attorney hadn't seen many attractive women, in her opinion, since she had come down to Stillwater, Georgia. Most of the women she had seen were poor farmers who had spent too much time in the sun, which had aged them before their time, but the little blonde was like fresh air among the dust. Her fair hair and skin gave her a glowing look, and blue eyes sparkled as she spoke. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts of the little angel, Blake moved back into the office to continue her business.

At 5:00 the tall woman was sitting on the front stoop talking on the cell phone with her on again off again girlfriend when she spotted the blonde's truck coming up the drive. "Hey, baby, I have to go. My chauffeur has just arrived. I'll talk to you later tonight though. Okay, Cara?"

"Where are you going?"

"One of the locals that used to look in on Aunt Millie invited me to dinner. I really have to get going." she said as Georgia gave a friendly honk of her horn. "We'll talk more tonight."

"I still want to come visit you down there, Blake." she insisted.

"I hear you. We'll pick a weekend, but right now I have to hang up." she said, her voice growing slightly irritated that the clinging woman wouldn't let her off the phone.

"All right. Fine. I'll call you later. Don't have too much fun without me though."

Standing and waving at the blonde as she got out of the truck, Blake tried to end the call yet again. "I won't. Talk to you later. Bye, Cara."

"Bye, Blake."

"Sorry about that, Georgia." the attorney apologized as she clipped her phone to her black belt.

"That's all right. You certainly wash up well. You're all dressed up and lookin' fancy."

The brunette looked over her own outfit. She was so used to wearing suits that she hardly even considered it being dressy, so she thought herself casual in the black slacks and royal blue dress shirt. Smiling at the little woman, she shrugged. "This is what I always wear. It's okay, isn't it?"

"Oh, yeah. You look fine. Everybody knows you are a city slicker anyway. You dressin' like us cain't change that." Georgia teased. "Come on. Dinner should be 'bout ready, and Mama doesn't like people bein' late."

Joining Georgia in the truck, Blake looked at the passing scenery as they idly chatted about her great aunt. Ten minutes later they pulled up to a double wide trailer. Blake had never seen such a residence before, but she said nothing as she slid out of the passenger's side and followed the small blonde up to the door. As soon as they walked in, they heard a woman's voice call, "Georgia, is that you?"

"Yeah, Mama. It's me, and I've got Blake with me."

The older blonde popped her head around the corner and smiled. "Well, hey there, Blake. So glad you could make it."

"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Carmichael. This is an unexpected treat."

Gesturing to the living area, Georgia asked, "Blake, did you meet my daddy?"

The burly dark-haired man stood from his recliner and gave her a smile. "Hi. I'm Melvin Carmichael." he introduced.

"Blake Erwin." she replied extending her hand to him. She noticed him look at it before reluctantly shaking it.

"Well, take a seat. Georgia, why don't you go help your mama finish dinner?" His daughter nodded and left, leaving the two of them standing there. "Please sit." Melvin gestured to the dingy couch, and the brunette took the offered seat. "So, not to pry or anything, but whatcha gonna do with the farm?"

"I don't exactly know, Mr. Carmichael. I was thinking of selling it. No one in my family has the interest in taking it up as a full time residence, but it is a nice vacation house. My Aunt Millie cared a great deal about the place and the people that work there, so I need to consider them as well like she would want me to. I just don't know. I've been contacted by some interested parties about buying, but I'm not thoroughly convinced it's the right thing to do."

"Well, I personally think it's a shame that your daddy left you down here to deal with the problem all alone." he mentioned taking a sip of beer from the can that had been sitting on the side table. "Makes you wonder what kind of a man he is."

Blake mentally rolled her eyes. She was used to more progressive thinking, but deciding it would not be wise to insult her host, she answered, "Actually, Mr. Carmichael, my father has nothing to do with my great aunt's estate. Millie was my mother's aunt. Not only that I'm attorney in charge of her estate as well as being her financial advisor for the past ten years. My father wouldn't have even known where to begin on such a project as this. He's just a history professor at a small private college."

Georgia's father grunted in reply. "Still a real shame." he grumbled.

Unsure she would be able to carry on a conversation with the man in front of her, Blake stood. "I think I should probably offer my help in the kitchen. Excuse me."

Going into the kitchen area, she found mother and daughter both standing there in aprons putting the finishing touches on their meal. Looking up the younger blonde gave a little smile. "Whatcha you doin' in here, Blake? You need somethin'?" Georgia inquired.

"I was just wondering if you needed help. Is there something I can do?" the attorney inquired returning the grin. Georgia looked adorable to Blake standing there in her sundress and apron, her blonde hair pulled back off her face and blue eyes twinkling.

"We're just fine. In fact it's time to eat." Cindy said.

Blake picked up the mashed potatoes as the other women got the rest of the food and moved to the table. The four of them sat down to a traditional southern feast of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, biscuits, corn, and green beans. "This looks delicious, Mrs. Carmichael." complimented Blake.

"Thank you, Blake, but I want you to call me Cindy."

"Well, Cindy, I don't think I've had a meal that looked this good in ages."

"I figured as much bein' up there all alone at that house. You feel free to come to dinner over here any time, sugar. Any relative of Millie's is always welcome in this house."

"Thank you, Cindy. That's very kind of you."

As the meal began, Cindy inquired, "So, Millie used to tell me stories 'bout you. Is it true that you are an attorney in New York?"

"Yeah. A couple of friends and I started our own law firm a few years ago. I also am a CFP on the side. I do all right."

"What's a CFP?" Georgia asked curiously.

"That means Certified Financial Planner. Between financial planning and court cases, I stay pretty busy. This has been the first time I've been away from New York for more than a week in years. Even though I'm still working, this seems like a vacation."

"Do you know what you're gonna do with the farm yet?"

"No. I was just telling your husband that I've had some offers to buy the place, but I'm not sure. I haven't gone threw the books completely yet to see what it would even be worth. It's up in the air for now. I do want to think about the people that have been working for my great aunt for years. I know she wouldn't want them to be without jobs after all this time, so I want to consider that as well."

"Millie used to tell me sometimes that she wanted to sell to the farmhands before she got too old to run it by herself. She always put those people first."

"What do you mean sell it to the farmhands? You mean like being partners?" Blake asked in interest.

"Yeah. She used to say that they could each buy a piece from her and that she would only keep enough to live off of. I think that's what she wanted, but she never got a chance to see it through."

"Do you know if she ever mentioned this to them?"

Cindy shrugged. "I don't really know."

"That's not a half bad idea." Blake stated taking a bite of her potatoes.

"She always had interesting ideas." Cindy said with a smile as if she was remembering Millie. "I always was concerned with her livin' up there by herself though. Never made good sense for an old woman to live alone in that house."

"Well, Aunt Millie was a tough one. She was fiercely independent. She never took my advice about getting a new place but at least she had Bruce for protection." she mentioned, referencing the great dane that was her great aunt's pet. "He misses her."

"I'm sure he does. He was the most loyal dog." Cindy stated. "He guarded her like she was the Queen of England."

Blake smiled. "Yeah, he did. He's a good dog. I don't really know what to do with him either. He's a little big for my place in New York, but he's a good dog. I'd like to see him have a good home. Maybe one of the farmhands will take him. There is really so much to do, but I'm also swamped with work from home. This is just going to take some time."

After dinner was over, Georgia suggested that Blake join her over at the local bar for drinks with some friends. Being that the tall woman had no other plans, she accepted the offer, so after profusely thanking Cindy for the dinner, she followed the little woman back out to the truck. As soon as they had pulled out onto the main road, Georgia mentioned, "Most of my friends and I go up to the bar here on Friday nights. There's not a whole lot to do in this town as you've probably already realized."

"I noticed. You know, we never got a chance to talk about you over dinner. What do you do?"

"Oh, I'm an elementary school teacher, but since I'm on summer vacation now, I don't have much to do."

"Do you enjoy it? How long have you been teaching?"

"Just a few years. I like it all right."

"Just a few years? Could I be really intrusive and ask how old you are?"

"I'm twenty-five. Why? How old are you since you asked first?"

"I'm thirty-seven. I was just curious, because you seem so young yet mature at the same time. I couldn't quite figure you out. I had you in my head as your late twenties."

"No, not quite there yet." the blonde joked. A few minutes later they pulled up into a dirt parking lot. Blake looked at the building where loud music was blaring. The structure looked like a converted barn, and she wondered what type of people she would encounter in there. Following Georgia inside she heard the music die as soon as she cleared the doorway. All eyes seemed to fall on Georgia and her. "Everybody, this is Blake Erwin. She's Millie's great niece, so everyone be nice to her." Georgia introduced. Turning to Blake she asked, "You wanna a drink?"

"Yeah, sounds good. What do you want?" The two of them moved over to the bar. The attorney looked around cautiously as they waited for the bartender to come over to them. Knowing the size of the building and the size of the bar, Blake figured something else had to occupy the space as well, but there seemed to be only a small door just beyond the far side of the bar leading to the other side of the building. "What's back there?" she inquired curiously.

"Oh, there's a small restaurant that is a part of the bar, but I hardly ever go over there. You cain get everythin' over here that you cain there, but you don't have to sit down at a table if you don't want." she answered with a smile as the bartender finally came to them. Georgia ordered a beer and Blake a double shot of whiskey. After Blake had paid for both beverages, Georgia said, "Come on. Let me introduce you to some of my friends." They walked over to the pool table where a group of rowdy men and women were watching a game in progress. Quick introductions were made among the group before Georgia got pulled into a conversation with one of her girl friends, leaving Blake just standing by watch the pool game.

However within a few moments one of the men she had been introduced, Jack, asked her, "You play at all?"

"Sometimes. What about you?"

"Oh yeah. I'm the best player in here. No one cain beat me at pool."

"Well, I'd like to play you then, because none of my friends can beat me." Blake said with a smile.

"Let's do it then. It'll be good to have some new competition. I'll put us up on the board." he said moving to put their names on the list of players. When he came back, he inquired, "So, is it true what I hear around town? You're some sort of hot shot attorney from Yankee land?"

The tall woman laughed lightly. "Yeah, you could say that."

"And your Millie's great niece. She was nice woman. Sorry that she passed away."

"She was old and lived a long life. It was time." Blake stated with a shrug, trying to remain in composure in front of these strangers. She had always had a special relationship with her great aunt, so she was taking the loss particularly hard, but she didn't like showing her feelings to people she didn't know. Changing the subject she asked, "So, what do you do, Jack?"

"Not a whole lot other than own this hole in the ground. Most of the time I just enjoy lookin' at Georgia." he stated finishing off his beer.

Blake nodded as her eyes found the little woman too. "I take it you've known Georgia a long time?"

"Oh yeah. We played together as kids. Took me forever to convince her to marry me though." he mentioned.

"You and Georgia are married? She didn't mention that."

"Yeah, well, that's because she's grown into a selfish bitch that thinks she's too good for the likes of me." he snarled.

Blake looked back at the small woman. She couldn't imagine that attitude from the blonde from what she knew of her, but she wasn't truly sure given their short acquaintance. Finishing off her drink, she excused herself to get another one.

While she was gone, Georgia walked over to her husband, seeing that his eyes were on Blake as she made her way across the room. "Whatcha you thinkin'?" she asked looking at the tall woman as well.

He gruffly stated, "I was just thinking that you got yourself quite the city slicker boyfriend."

"What the hell are you talkin' 'bout, Jack?" she asked in annoyance.

"Oh, come on, Georgia. Look at her. She's dressed like a man for God's sake. She's got to be one of them lesbians. What are you doin' runnin' 'round with her for? It's already bad enough for me to be known as the man whose wife ran out on him. Now people are going to think even worse with your hangin' 'round her."

"Jack, life isn't always about you. She's nice, and my mama likes her."

"And what about you, Georgia? You like her? You like her fancy clothes? You like that fancy car people have seen her drivin'? That's so like you, Georgia, wantin' things you cain't never have." he grumbled.

"I cain have them, Jack. It's you who cain't ever git them, because you are satisfied bein' the owner of some shit hole bar." she answered beginning to become angry with him as usual. He always had a way of grating on her nerves, and tonight was turning out to be no exception.

Blake noticed the conversation taking place as she waited on her drink to be made. She could tell just by looking at the blonde that she was unhappy with something Jack had said. She wondered what the story was between them to be married and yet seemingly not together. When they had walked in she noticed that Jack had been obviously involved with another woman, so her curiosity was peaked.

Going back to them with her whiskey, she asked, "What are you two so talkative about?"

"Um, Jack was just tellin' me that you played pool as well." Georgia lied pointing up to her name on the board.

"Yeah. Your husband here thinks he can beat me." she lightly taunted.

"Bet your bottom dollar I cain beat you, Yankee."

"You know, you're so confident, Jack, maybe we should both put money with our mouths are. What do you say? A little friendly wager?"

"Blake, he is pretty good." Georgia mentioned seeing that the brunette was reaching for her wallet.

"So am I, Georgia." she replied taking out a single bill. Tossing the one hundred casually on the table, she said challengingly, "Put up or shut up, Jack."

He looked at the money and then her. "Oh, this is too easy. Make it two hundred."

"What about three?" she asked putting two more hundreds down.

He smiled. "Three hundred. For one game?"

"One game, three games. Whatever you want. I'll win them all. Your choice."

"One game." he proposed pulling out his money as well.

"Fine. We'll lag for break."

Calling attention to everyone around the table, Jack announced, "Blake here has just put three hundred dollars on the table thinkin' she cain beat me. We're playin' next. I've got somethin' to teach the Yankee. Georgia, you hold the money."

Georgia did as what was requested of her, picking up the six hundred dollars for safekeeping and putting it in her pocket. She was anxious for her new friend, because she knew that Jack was a good player. Quietly she watched as the present game concluded and then Jack and Blake took the table. Standing next to each other, they lagged for the break. It was so close that a third party had to call it for them, determining that Jack had won it. He smiled in victory before asking, "Any last requests? What game do you want to play?"

"Let's play eight ball to make it more interesting." she said.

"'Fraid I'm gonna run the table if we play nine ball?" he taunted.

"No. I just think this will be more a test of skill. Now stop stalling for time and break, Jack." she insisted, throwing his attitude right back at him.

Blake stood to the side as he began the game. He appeared to be a decent player, but the brunette was confident that she was better. She wanted to beat him, not for the money because that didn't matter to her, but she wanted to deflate that superior attitude he possessed. As the moments passed, he sunk several of his balls quickly but had left himself a difficult shot. Blake held her breath as he took his stroke. He cursed when he missed, because the cue ball was in a perfect position for Blake to take her first chance at the table.

Studying the table carefully for a few minutes, she planned out how she would proceed. Meticulously she moved around the table cautiously sinking all her balls. When she only had the eight ball left to shoot, she spared a glance at Georgia. Jack was hovered close to his wife mumbling something under his breath. Deciding to play it safe, Blake didn't show her usual cockiness and focused solely on her task at hand. Lining up to the ball, she eyed it painstakingly. One of Jack's was slightly in the way, making it more difficult, but Blake wanted it to be over, so she decided to go for it. Taking a deep breath, she took her shot. The eight ball bounced lightly between the two bumpers of the corner pocket before dropping.

"Dammit to hell!" Jack cursed throwing his stick on the floor.

Instead of flaunting her victory, Blake merely extended her hand to him in good sportsmanship. "Good game." she said.

"Double or nothing." he challenged, not accepting the defeat.

"I don't think so."

"Why not? Scared?" he pressed.

"No. I just don't want to take more of your money." she replied gesturing to Georgia for her winnings.

As the little blonde began to hand it over, Jack grabbed it from her. "Jack, give that back. Blake won that fair and square." Georgia protested.

"No! I demand a rematch!"

"You aren't getting one. Now hand over my money."

"No!" he yelled.

Shrugging her shoulders, Blake said, "All right. Keep it then. It's only money. I'll just file a report with the local authorities that you stole it. It's no big deal to me. Besides everyone here knows what you are if you keep that money." They held their stare for a moment before Blake turned around to head to the bar. Before she had even gotten two steps she felt a soft hand on her arm. She looked down into blue eyes.

"Here. Let me pay you." Georgia offered opening her purse.

"Forget about it, Georgia. You don't need to make up for his ignorance. You might be married to him, but he is his own man. You shouldn't have to clean up his messes. I'm just going to go get some air while he decides what he wants to do. Excuse me."

As soon as Blake was gone, Georgia turned to Jack. "Jack, how could you do that?"

"Do what?" he asked angrily.

"Steal her money, you fool! It's hers! She won it! Now give it back before you get into a whole mess of trouble!"

"No! She cheated!" he protested.

"Like hell she did! She beat you, Jack! Now give me the money! Don't be a prick!" the blonde screamed in fury.

Meanwhile Blake was outside looking up at the star-filled sky. She never saw stars in New York, so it was a rare treat to actually see the constellations of the night. Just then her phone rang interrupting her thoughts. "Blake Erwin." she greeted opening it.

"Hey, babe." Cara said. "Where are you? I just tried the number at the house."

"I'm still out. I'm at some white trash bar with my host's daughter. I just stepped outside for some air. Man, I miss New York. It's so quiet here, and everyone is backwards." she complained.

"Then why don't you come home? It's been too long already. I'm missing you." her girlfriend purred seductively. "My bed is cold without you."

"My bed's been pretty cold too. Bruce is no replacement for your hot body." Blake replied in a whisper. "What I would love to be doing to you right now."

"Tell me."

"Oh, I'd love to have you stretched out on that rug of yours in your living room taking in the wonders of you body, your neck, your lips, your soft skin." she suggested.

"That sounds good, Blake. Then what?" Cara prompted.

Before Blake could answer though, she heard the door to the bar open emitting the noise from inside. Turning toward it she saw Georgia walking toward her. "Could you hold on for just a second, Cara? I need to take care of something. Be right back."

"Sure but know that I'm waiting."

Putting her hand over the receiver of her phone, she looked at Georgia questioningly. "What is it, Georgia?" Without a word she handed over Blake's money. "This isn't yours, is it? The money doesn't really mean anything to me."

"No. Jack lost, and he owes you. I finally got him to see reason. Sorry to interrupt your phone call. Just come get me when you're finished." she said before heading back inside.

Watching her go Blake wondered what Georgia had done to get her hands on the money. When she walked out, Jack was set on keeping it, so she hoped the little blonde hadn't acted foolishly on her behalf. Bringing the phone back up to her ear, she said, "Cara, listen. There is a problem I need to take care of. May I call you back in a little bit?"

"Blake, this is the second time you've done this to me today. What keeps being so important?"

"I think a fight is about to break out here, and I need to put a stop to it before it does. I'll call you when I get home."

"Well, I may or may not be here. I'm going out with friends."

"All right. If you aren't there, I'll call your cell. Please. I have to go now before this gets nasty."

"Okay. I'll talk to you later. Bye." Cara snipped hanging up without waiting for a response.

Heading back into the bar, Blake looked for Georgia. She saw her over in the corner with her husband. Jack had the little woman pinned against the wall as he freely touched the blonde in intimate ways. Georgia's eyes caught hers from across the bar. It was clear to Blake that the petite woman was not a completely willing participant in the activity taking place. Suddenly the attorney realized what was going on. The blonde teacher had traded herself for the money. Anger moved Blake to action. Striding over to them, she pulled Jack away by the shoulder.

"Get off her!" she demanded.

He shot her a glare. "Don't tell me what to do with my own wife, Yankee!"

"Blake, what are you doin'?" questioned Georgia.

"Georgia, I told you the money didn't mean anything to me. It's not worth this." she explained pulling the bills out of her pocket. "Here, Jack. Here's your half back. Now you can leave Georgia alone." she said shoving it at him.

He sneered at her but snatched the three hundred from her. "Now get lost! This is between Georgia and me!" he yelled with a shove to her shoulder.

Seeing blue eyes showing fear, Blake didn't back away. "No, Jack. You might be married, but that doesn't give you the right to treat Georgia like a whore. I might be the only one here who gives a damn, but if you don't take your hands off her, I will hurt you." she announced boldly.

"Blake, don't do this." Georgia stated coming to stand between them. "I'm not worth a fight."

"Says who? Someone here needs to come to your defense. That's a husband's job, but if he's the one mistreating you, someone should step in. You deserve respect." she stated.

The blonde looked between the two tall bodies on either side of her. Jack was glaring at the brunette. Likewise Blake was treating Jack to a menacing stare. "You know what? I think we should call it a night. Come on, Blake. I'll take you home."

"Yeah. Take her home, Georgia, and then get your ass back here. We ain't finished." Jack growled.

With one last look at her husband, Georgia gently guided Blake out of the establishment. Both of the got into the truck in silence and rode that way for several minutes. "You know, not a lot of people have ever stood up to Jack." the blonde mentioned. "He's pissed."

"Well, he brought it on himself for being such an asshole. You don't actually love him, do you?"

"No, not any more. There was a time when I did, but that was a long time ago."

"How long have you two been married?"

"Eight years. We got married when I was seventeen. At the time it seemed like the right thing to do." she mumbled.

"Why so young?"

"Because I was pregnant." Georgia plainly stated.

"Oh. So, what happened with the kid?"

"I had a miscarriage after six months." she explained softly. "Things went downhill from there, and he never was quite the same."

"And yet you stay married? Do you still live together?"

"No. I live with my parents. What's the point in a divorce? I'll never find someone else in this town, and even if I did find a guy, he'd already know about what happened with Jack and me. No man wants someone else's wife. We just stay married, because it's cheaper than a divorce." Blake nodded in understanding. "What about you, Blake? Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend in New York?"

"No, I'm not married, no boyfriend either." she answered, deciding not to disclose her sexual orientation to her company. She still didn't know Georgia well, so she wasn't sure what her response might be to such a declaration.

"You're probably too busy for that anyway." Georgia commented.

"I am busy. I don't date much."

About ten minutes later they pulled to a stop in front of Blake's house. Bruce was sitting on the front porch eying the truck inquisitively. "Bruce is such a good dog. It's a shame you have to give him away."

"Yeah. He is a good dog. You want him?"

"I'll take him for you if that's what you want." Georgia answered.

"Maybe when I go back to New York. For now it's nice to have the company around this old house. He's a good watch dog."

"That he is. I'll see you 'round then."

"Yeah. Thanks for the interesting evening." Blake said opening the truck door.

Just as she was about to get out, Georgia touched her on the arm. "Blake, thanks for comin' to my defense. As I said no one has done that with Jack before."

"You're welcome. Someone needed to do it."

Giving a smile the blue-eyed blonde observed, "For a Yankee you certainly do have southern manners. I guess your mama taught you well."

Blake gave a little laugh. "I just know people deserve respect. Good night, Georgia."

"Night, Blake."

The attorney watched as the teacher pulled out of sight before going up to the porch. "How you doing, Bruce?" she greeted the dog, stroking the top of his head. "Let's go in."

The following Friday afternoon Blake headed into Atlanta to pick up Cara from the airport. The elegant brunette with the chocolate eyes smiled brightly at Blake when she saw her. They hugged tightly as Cara sneaked a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek. "I missed you, babe." she whispered. "I can't wait to get home and show you how much."

Blake grinned. "Sounds good. Let's get your stuff."

Quickly they gathered Cara's things and moved out to Blake's waiting convertible. "Wow. It's hot here." Cara mentioned.

"Yeah but you get used to it. Come on. It takes a couple of hours to get back to the house. I need to be back for a call at 4:00."

"I thought you weren't going to work while I was here." Cara pouted.

"This is the last call I have to take. No more after this one. I promise. We'll have the weekend to ourselves to do nothing, and I mean nothing. There truly is nothing to do here."

"Sounds perfect. That means there will be nothing to distract you." Cara replied slipping her hand onto Blake's thigh.

Blake shot her girlfriend a seductive smile. "Oh, I know there is plenty that we can come up with. I have quite the list already." she teased.

When they arrived back at the house, Blake had just enough time to put Cara's bags upstairs before getting on her call, leaving her girlfriend to her own devices. A few hours later Blake was finally finished for the weekend. Having heard the screen door earlier, she figured Cara had gone outside onto the porch. Stepping outside she called for her girlfriend. Cara responded that she was around the corner on the wrap around porch.

Walking around to where the suspended porch swing hung, Blake found the brunette sitting there in a light flowing skirt, cotton blouse, and sandals reading. "You look beautiful." Blake complimented stepping closer.

Cara blushed at the comment. "You are such a charmer. Are you finished now?"

The tall woman nodded as she came to take a seat. "So, what shall we do now?" she asked casually even though she knew the look Cara was giving her well. The smaller woman was interested in something intimate.

"Oh, I don't know. I have a few ideas." she stated pulling Blake in for a soft kiss that quickly turned passionate. "I missed you, Blake." Cara whispered as her girlfriend took to her neck.

"I missed you too, Cara." Blake answered as her hands came up to Cara's ample endowment on the outside of her blouse. After a few minutes, she suggested, "You want to go inside?"

"Let's stay here. We've never done it like this before." she responded starting on her girlfriend's shirt buttons. Blake reacted in kind beginning to lift Cara's top over her head. As her pale skin came into view, Blake devoured it with fervor, relishing the feel of the soft skin. She always loved the feel of the little woman's body. It was her favorite part about dating the smaller brunette, the benefits of being able to touch such a heavenly creature. Dipping her head lower, she teasingly circled the crest of Cara's left breast. Cara whimpered urgently pressing the attorney's head in deeper.

Georgia and her mother were driving home together after running errands in town. As they neared Blake's driveway, Cindy suggested that they stop to check in on the tall woman. Nodding in agreement Georgia turned their truck into the drive that led up to the house. She pulled the car to a stop a few moments later.

"Doesn't look like she's here." her mother mentioned.

"No. Her car is here. I'm going to go knock."

"If she is home, invite her over for dinner tonight. I'll just wait here." Cindy said deciding to stay in the car.

Georgia nodded before going up to the porch. The door was open, so she knocked on the frame of the screen. "Blake? Are you home?" she called. However there was no answer. Knocking a second time, she patiently waited on an answer, but when no one came to the door, curiosity got the better of her. She knew someone had to be there with the way the house was completely open. "Blake?" she called again moving around the porch, thinking that the woman might just be outside.

Suddenly she heard loud panting and moaning coming from the side porch. Drawn toward the noise, Georgia wondered what it was. However then she heard a female voice exclaim, "Oh, Blake! Right there! Oh, God! Fuck me, baby! I'm so close!" Rounding the corner, what Georgia saw made her freeze in complete shock. Blake was kneeling on the porch, her face buried in the chest of another woman, who had her legs wrapped tightly around the attorney's bare, muscular back. The porch swing creaked as the tall woman thrust in time with the brunette's hips. Both of them were heaving and groaning from the exertion.

"Cara." Blake moaned as her girlfriend began to climax around her.

"Blake." she replied. However a scream then escaped her, scaring Blake.

"Baby, are you all right? Did I hurt you?" she asked, but seeing Cara's gaze fixed over her shoulder, she turned to see the wide eyes of Georgia Carmichael. "Shit! Georgia!" Blake exclaimed in surprise trying to extract herself from her girlfriend's clutches.

Seeing Blake turn around and expose her bare torso brought Georgia out of her trance. "Oh my God. Oh my God." she stuttered turning immediately and running back for the truck.

Instantly Blake grabbed her shirt and took off after her. "Georgia, wait!" she screamed covering herself as she ran. She met up with the blonde as she was beginning to back the truck out of the driveway. "Georgia, stop the truck!" she pleaded grabbing onto the driver's side door, but the little woman refused.

"Sweetie, what's wrong?" Cindy asked at her daughter's peculiar behavior. However a movement on the porch caught her eyes, and she saw another woman standing there disheveled as Blake.

"Georgia, please, stop the truck. I can explain." Again Georgia said nothing but shook her head adamantly as she peeled out of the driveway. Standing there watching the dust flying up behind the truck, Blake cursed, "Fuck!"

"Who was that?" Cara asked as Blake made her way back to the house.

"Just one of the locals and her mother. They've been checking on me while I've been here. I didn't want them to find out about me this way though." she grumbled.

"Nothing that can be done about it now, Blake. It's done. Come on. Let's go inside." Cara enticed. The attorney agreed with a nod and took the outstretched hand of her girlfriend.

Georgia was shaking as she sped away from the house. "Sugar, what's wrong? What happened?" Cindy asked of her daughter.

"They were... they were..." she tried to start but her voice failed her.

"They were what, honey?"

"Havin' sex." Georgia managed to get out.

"Oh." Cindy stated in shock herself.

"I saw them havin' sex." the blonde mumbled with a shudder as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"Are you all right to drive? You seem awfully upset."

"I saw them havin' sex." she stuttered again.

Cindy nodded. "Why are you upset by that? Is it because Blake was with another woman? Does that bother you, honey?" she asked reaching to tuck a piece of blonde hair behind her daughter's ear.

Turning to her mother, Georgia asked, "Don't you think it's weird?"

Cindy shrugged. "Well, I don't know. Millie told me 'bout Blake so long ago that I just kinda got used to the idea. In fact I never really thought about it until now."

"You knew? Why didn't you tell me? Jack was right!"

"What do you mean Jack was right? What was he right 'bout?"

"She's one of them lesbians! He tired to tell me, but I didn't believe him! I've never seen two women havin' sex!"

Cindy sighed. "Georgia, she's still the Blake I know you like. I could tell how curious you were about her last night. Nothin's changed."

"Nothin's changed? Everythin's changed! Oh, God. Was she hittin' on me at the bar when she stood up to Jack? He thought so!"

Seeing her daughter starting to become hysterical, Cindy put a consoling hand on her arm. "Calm down, Georgia. You just need to take some deep breaths. I'm sure Blake wasn't hittin' on you. If that woman was her girlfriend, then why would she have reason to hit on you? I'm sure she was just bein' nice."

Covering her forehead with her hand, the little blonde asked aloud, "And I just tore out of there. What am I gonna do? How cain I even look at her now after that?"

"Well, you'll think of somethin'. As far as I'm concerned, Blake is Millie's great niece, and I like her. She will still be welcome at our house, so you need to decide how you feel 'bout this."

"Mama, do you think it's okay for them to be together like that?" hesitantly Georgia inquired.

"It's not my place to say, sugar. I don't even give it thought."

The following morning Blake and Cara were up early to do errands in town. Their first stop was the grocery store to pick up some things for the next week. They were minding their own business when Blake heard Georgia's unmistakable voice. Within in moments the little blonde and her mother had turned down the same aisle they were on. Instantly their eyes met. Blake just stood there, unsure of what to do, but to her surprise Cindy moved toward them.

Smiling brightly she said, "Good mornin', Blake. How are you?"

"Good morning, Cindy, Georgia." When the older woman looked toward Cara, the tall woman said, "Cara, this is Cindy and Georgia Carmichael. Cindy, Georgia, this is Cara Lebowitz."

"So nice to meet you, Cara." Cindy said with a smile, but Georgia said nothing, instead breaking the gaze.

"Mama, I'm just gonna go pick up that milk for you." she said excusing herself.

All three of them watched her as she walked away. With a sad look, Cindy turned back toward the pair. "Georgia told me what she saw yesterday. You just need to give her some time, Blake. I think she'll come 'round once she gets used to the idea."

Nodding in understanding Blake feebly said, "I didn't mean to scare her. We weren't expecting company."

The older woman held up her hand to stop her. "No explanation is needed, Blake. It's your place. You have a right to do anythin' you choose there." Looking at Cara she continued, "I'm all about people bein' happy, regardless of where they find it as long as they aren't hurtin' others. You deserve happiness, Blake, where you cain get it. Now if you'll excuse me, I should check up on my daughter. Nice meetin' you, Cara."

"You too." she replied. When Cindy had turned out of the aisle, Cara mumbled, "Wow. She's progressive for such a tiny town."

"Yeah. I wonder why." Blake questioned. "Well, we should finish this shopping. We have some other things to do."

Georgia swiftly moved toward the dairy aisle in an effort to get away from Blake as quickly as possible. Seeing the tall woman stirred strange feelings within her about the previous afternoon. She was in utter shock when she had stumbled upon them, but now she couldn't stop thinking about it. Her head held vivid images of the two of them in the throes of passion and the sight of Blake standing there in front of her half naked.

It seemed quiet obvious that each of them was enjoying the activity tremendously. Cara's face contained absolute bliss at what Blake was doing, which left Georgia with mixed feelings. Having only been with Jack, she couldn't recall emotions that were even close to those displayed in front of her. Part of her felt jealous of the pleasure they seemed to have with each other, because she never had felt it in her life, but even more, there was a part of her mind that just instantly seemed to open at the sight of Blake on her knees feasting upon a soft delicate woman.

Never in her life had Georgia ever thought about the fact that two women could be together that way. It was never discussed among any of her peers, so she didn't really know that type of relationship existed. However seeing how sensual they were opened her eyes and thoughts to other possibilities, and it stirred a place within her that she never knew existed.

That night when she had gone to bed she thought of Blake, the way she looked standing there in only her slacks, glistening sweat gently rolling between small breasts and down a flat hard stomach. Georgia's thoughts strayed as she imaged that she had stumbled upon her friend without Cara there. Blake walked to her and embraced her. Her own hands slipped around the strong naked back as her breathing hitched, but just as she realized she was fantasizing about the tall attorney kissing her, Georgia forced the thoughts from her mind. She didn't want to go that far with her imagination, but it was already too late. Her body had responded to the vivid fantasy, her body heat rising and breath catching as an unfamiliar sensation struck the pit of her stomach and between her thighs.

For the first time in her life, she felt out of control as she instinctively felt the burning need to extinguish the fire that had begun to run rampant through her. Before she even realized it, her body overrode her nature as a hand probed the aching want all the while thinking of herself in Cara's place on the porch swing. Blake was kneeling in front of her giving her all she desired.

Now as she saw the brunette all the improper fantasies she had that night in her bed came rushing back to her, making her unable to even look at the woman who had given her more pleasure in her mind than Jack ever had in body. Suddenly a hand on her shoulder made her jump, and she screamed lightly in surprise, coming back to the present.

"Georgia, are you all right?" her mother asked in concern.

She nodded. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I mean this might take some time. It's okay."

"I'm fine, Mama, really. I just wasn't expectin' to see them here." she stuttered flustered.

Cindy studied her daughter carefully a moment. She could clearly see how uncomfortable Georgia was. "Sugar, Blake is just a person. Who she goes to bed with at night don't make her who she is."

"I know. I just..... I just don't want to talk about it." she quickly snapped ending the conversation.

The following Tuesday after Cara had gone back to New York Blake was out in the front yard early. There had a been a terrible storm the night before that had taken down one of the large oak trees, so she decided to take it upon herself to clear it. Even though she didn't normally dress so casually, she opted for a pair of khaki shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt with a pair of work boots. Going out to the tool shed, she took out the chain saw and dragged it out to the old tree.

It was mindless work, but it gave the brunette time to think about what had happened over that past several days. She hadn't been able to have two minutes alone with Georgia since the blonde found her in the compromising position with Cara. She felt terrible for scaring the little woman, which was rare for her, because she normally didn't care about what anyone thought. However there was something in those blue eyes at the moment of discovery that struck a chord with Blake.

From the moment she had met the petite woman, she knew she was attracted to her physically. It wasn't often that she liked unsophisticated women, but there was something about Georgia's innocence and sweet smile that struck deeply within her libido. In fact there were many times that she allowed her mind to wander to the possible wonders of the school teacher's body. That day when she and Cara were out on the swing, Blake's thoughts were on Georgia instead of her girlfriend. It wasn't often she let her mind fantasize during sex, but it had that day, especially since Cara had dressed so much like Georgia with the light cotton skirt and top. The elegant Jewish theater director looked so much like a country girl that afternoon, only further fueling Blake's desires for the one she knew she couldn't have. When Georgia accidentally happened upon them, Blake felt completely exposed, almost as if she knew Georgia would be able to see in her eyes that her lust was for the blonde.

Now Georgia wouldn't even speak to her, and Blake didn't know what to do. As much as she wanted to let the whole thing slide off her back, she couldn't. Something in her wouldn't let Georgia Carmichael out of her idle thoughts. The blonde permeated her thoughts at almost every available opportunity, so the attorney wondered if she would ever be able to bring closure to the situation at hand in any way. She just wanted a chance to at least apologize to the little woman for scaring her, but she didn't think that chance would come.

That morning when Georgia awoke finally, she came to a decision that she would confront Blake. It had been several days since the incident, and even as disconcerted as she was about what had happened and the new feelings she was experiencing, the longing to see the tall woman outweighed her embarrassment, so after dressing for the day in a pair of jean shorts and thin white cotton midriff blouse, she headed out to Blake's farm.

As she drove up the driveway however, her breath caught in her throat. There was Blake with her back to the driveway intently working on a fallen oak. Georgia watched for a few minutes taking in the way the brunette's muscles worked, displaying her obvious strength. The older woman was sweating from the exertion in combination with heat and humidity, causing perspiration to trickle down her naked limbs, and the blonde could see the pattern of sweat as it collected in the material of her shirt. The soaked garment clung to the musculature of Blake's back, outlining all the hardness under her skin.

Georgia gulped as her own body responded with a quickening pulse, but it was too late to turn around. She was already there, so she took a calming breath before giving a friendly honk of the truck horn to alert Blake of her presence. The tall woman turned as the blonde slid out of the truck and issued a genuine smile as she cut off the chain saw.

Coming within a few feet of her, Georgia nervously greeted, "Hi."

"Hey. How are you? What brings you here?" casually Blake inquired fighting her own nervousness at Georgia's sudden arrival.

"I wanted to talk to you if you weren't busy." tentatively the blonde stated.

"Not at all. I was just trying to clear this. You want a drink or something?"

"No. I'm fine. Thanks."

"Have a seat." Blake suggested gesturing to the massive tree trunk as she leaned against it.

Georgia had to jump a little to get up onto the trunk but then settled herself. A quiet moment passed. Finally though she said, "Listen, Blake. I just wanted to apologize for actin' so weird the last few days. I didn't expect to see what I did, and it really threw me."

"Well, I'm sorry that I scared you." Blake offered in return in an effort to ease the other woman's discomfort.

Georgia nodded. "Are we okay?" she asked.

"I don't know. You tell me, Georgia."

Georgia shrugged. "Well, um, I guess."

"It's okay if you need time, Georgia. I'll understand."

"I don't need time. I just never thought... never imagined seein' what I did. Could I ask you somethin'?" Blake nodded. "How did you ever know you were that way?"

"What way is that?"

Georgia flushed in mild frustration and embarrassment. "You know, liked girls instead of boys?"

Blake shrugged as she cast her eyes off toward the cotton fields. "I don't know really. The first time I kissed a girl I was eight, and I never thought of anything different since then. You know, Georgia, I know this kind of thing isn't normal around here, but in New York it's a regular part of life. Just as you might think of this as strange, I think some of the things that happen around here are strange, like you remaining married to a man you obviously don't love. Nevertheless I'm not judging you, so I would hope you would extend me the same courtesy." she stated with a slight edge to her voice.

Even though Georgia she had no right be feel offended by Blake's speech given her behavior over the past few days, it did hurt her feelings a little to have the woman she was coming to know thinking less than positively of her. "I'm not judgin' you, Blake. I was just truly surprised, and I needed time to adjust, but I'm over it now."

"Are you sure?" the brunette inquired looking down at the blonde. Georgia nodded as she looked into dark eyes. "All right. If you say so."

"So, cain we go back to bein' friends 'gain?" the little woman asked tentatively.

"Of course." Blake replied with a sexy smile.

"Good. You want to come over for dinner tonight? My mama wanted you to come over the night we came by, but that slipped my mind then."

Cracking a grin with a little chuckle, the attorney suggested, "Why don't you come to dinner here tonight? Your mother has been quite gracious with her meals, but I can cook. Why don't you join me for dinner instead?"

"Okay. That sounds good. What time?"

"How about 7:30? That gives me time to do some business."

"All right. We cain go to the old drive-in afterwards. The summer season just opened."

"The drive-in? You mean like drive-in movies?"

"Yeah. It's so much fun. Have you ever been to one?"

"No, I haven't."

"Then we have to go. You'll have a great time."

"Okay. Dinner and the movies it is. Will I see you at 7:30?"

"I'll be here. I should let you get back to work now. Have a good day." she said taking to her feet again and absent-mindedly brushing debris from the seat of her shorts.

"You too, Georgia. See you tonight."

Blake watched the blonde make her way over to her truck and casually climb into the cab. She waved at her as Georgia started it and circled the vehicle in the small turn around area before heading away. Shaking her head, she tried to clear her head of the image of the petite woman in such a skimpy outfit. Now that they were going to be friends again, she wondered how to handle the attraction she was feeling for the younger woman. Deciding to just let nature take its course, she turned back to her work, but as she continued to work on the tree, Georgia persisted in her thoughts.

That evening Blake was just putting the finishing touches on dinner when she heard a knock on the screen door. Bruce ran into the foyer to investigate with her following close behind. The teacher was standing there wearing a feminine summer dress and soft smile as Blake came to open the screen. Smiling at her the tall woman greeted her softly. "Good evening."

"Hi, Blake. I thought you might like this." she stated holding up a pie for the brunette's approval.

"A pie. You certainly know the way into my heart. I love pies." Blake joked taking the dessert. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." Georgia replied with a slight blush. "Hi, Bruce." she said stroking the great dane's head as he circled her.

"Come on in. I was just finishing dinner." Leading the way into the kitchen, Blake gestured to the table. "Have a seat. This will just take a few minutes."

"Do you need any help?"

"Nope. I have everything under control. Just sit. What can I get you to drink? How about some sweet tea? I know that's pretty popular around here."

"Sure. That sounds good."

Blake poured two glasses and brought them to the table. "It took me forever to figure out how you people made it so sweet. Finally realized it was because you put the sugar in when it was still hot." she mentioned with a smile.

"You mean you Yankees don't have tea like this?"

"No. Most people up where I live think of tea as a hot beverage, and people rarely add sugar. You can hardly find plain tea anywhere in New York anyway. Most of it is chai or some exotic flavor."

"What's chai?" curiously the blonde asked as she idly mixed her tea with the spoon provided.

"It's a special kind of tea from India, very popular at coffee shops and stuff."

"You mean like diners?"

"No. I mean coffee shops. I've noticed there aren't any here. You ever heard of a Starbucks?" Georgia shook her head. Blake laughed. "Well, it's a big chain of coffee shops. There is one practically on every corner in Manhattan."

"And that's all the sell? Coffee?"

"Coffee, tea, other beverages, small snacks. It's quite the lucrative operation."

Nodding her head, the blonde asked, "So, what did you make for dinner?"

"It's a surprise. You'll just have to wait and see. Here. Let's start with the first course." she said bringing two small salads to the table and taking her seat.

Georgia looked down at her plate. The salad in front of her was not typical of other salads she often ate. The lettuce was not iceberg, and there were not carrots or tomatoes in it. Instead the greens were dark in color. Mixed in the lettuce were walnuts, mandarin orange pieces and some sort of cheese she had never seen before. The dressing that Blake had sat in front of her looked like simple oil and vinegar. Taking the attorney's lead, she poured some on, and then took a tentative bite. She was surprised at the pleasant taste. "Are these spinach leaves?" she inquired.


"What kind of cheese is this?"

"Goat cheese. That was virtually impossible to find around here. There was only one person in the whole grocery store that had any idea what I was talking about when I asked for it. This isn't the freshest there is, but it was all they had. It's better when it's fresh."

Georgia tried the cheese. "It's not bad."

"It's not what you're used to I'm sure." mentioned Blake taking a sip of her tea.

The small woman shook her head. "It's good though."

"So, what movie is playing at the drive-in? Do you know?"

"Actually they always start their summer season with 'Grease'. That's a pretty good one, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it's cool. That should be fun. I had no idea there was a drive-in here. I've never seen it."

"It's not in town. We have to go over to the next town, so that's probably why you've never seen it. There's no real reason to go over there otherwise."

After finishing their salads, Blake brought the rest of the meal to the table. Georgia didn't recognize the dish that the attorney had made. The brunette served them both while she took in Georgia's features in amusement. "You're wondering what all this is?"

The blonde nodded. "Nothin's fried." she observed.

"Nope. I don't eat that way normally. We have chicken with mushrooms in a wine sauce, baked potatoes, and sautéed asparagus with lemon pepper and butter. They are all good. Trust me. This is one of my favorite meals, and I don't look like I'm starving, do I?" she teased.

Georgia looked at her hostess. She had thoughts about the way Blake looked that she didn't vocalize, instead answering, "No, you don't look like you're starvin'." Picking up her fork, the blonde followed her friend's lead and tried each item. Giving a nod she said, "This is good."

"I told you it was. I wouldn't have served you something terrible. Even Bruce has learned to like it." she said holding out a piece of asparagus to her dog.

Georgia smiled. "You've grown quite attached to Bruce, haven't you?"

"Yeah. It's a shame to think I can't take him back to New York with me, but I just don't have space."

"What about a friend of yours? Surely you cain find a place to put him."

"Well, I do have these friends that live on Long Island. Maybe I can ask them, but they just had a baby not too long ago. I'm not sure how they'd feel about having such a big dog. All my other friends live in the city. I don't know. I just hate the idea of leaving him behind here."

"Well, if you do have to leave him, I'll be happy to take him for you."

"I appreciate that, Georgia. I know he'll be in good hands then."

They ate a leisurely meal before Blake cleared the table. "How 'bout some dessert?" Georgia suggested. "You do have this pie sittin' here."

"Would you like some? I do have some ice cream we could put on it."

"Only if you do."

"Sure. Let's break into it. What kind did you make this time?"

"Apple. Do you have a knife? I'll cut it and serve it up while you're workin' on those dishes."

Quietly the two of them went about their respective chores, but within a few minutes the kitchen was clean, and they were seated once again at the table to enjoy their homemade dessert. "Um, this is fabulous." Blake moaned appreciatively as she dove in for a second bite.

The sensuous noise made Georgia's insides quiver. She had never heard something so animalistic be so sexual at the same time, and it left her with an instant pang between her thighs. Wondering if Blake would do it again, she took a bite of her slice. Giving a little moan of her own, she said, "This is a good one."

Hearing the small sound escape the blonde, Blake exhaled quickly. The little whimper immediately had the tall woman's mind reeling with thoughts of what Georgia might be like when impassioned. Knowing that she would never have knowledge of something so carnal however, Blake desperately tried to focus on her pie. A few minutes passed in silence as they both ate their dessert. When Blake was finished, she leaned back in her chair and stretched her long legs out under the table.

"Well, that was absolutely perfect as usual. Thanks, Georgia."

"You're welcome." the blonde answered mimicking Blake's posture. However as she stretched her legs out, they brushed against the tall woman's. Being that the older woman had opted for a pair of pressed khaki shorts, Georgia's bare calf rubbed against Blake's shin accidentally. They looked at each other for a moment as Georgia whispered, "Sorry."

"No problem." Blake replied quietly as the touch seemed to affect her ability to speak. Neither woman moved their legs however, allowing the touch to continue. After a moment the attorney looked at her watch. "What time does this movie start? It's starting to get dark."

"Um, I think it starts at 9:15. We only need about twenty minutes to get there, but if we want to get one of the better spots, we need to leave earlier."

"Well, it's 8:45. I guess we should get going then."

"All right. I just need to use your bathroom if that's okay."

"Sure. It's in the hallway." While Georgia went into the bathroom, Blake rinsed the last of their dishes before waiting on her company in the foyer. A few minutes later the blonde reappeared. "Ready?" Blake asked picking up her keys from the foyer table.

"Yeah. Are you drivin'?"

"Sure. Why not? I want to take the truck out of the garage anyway. Let's take that."

"Are we takin' Bruce?" Georgia asked as the dog came to the door to watch them prepare to leave. "We cain you know. It is outside after all."

"Would you mind if we took him?" questioned Blake.

"Not at all."

Smiling down at her dog, the tall woman asked in excitement, "What do you say, Bruce? Want to go with us?" He responded with a bark. "Guess that settles that then." teased Blake. "Let's go."

Going out to the garage, Blake lowered the tailgate of the truck for Bruce, who jumped in immediately with his tail wagging quickly. Shutting the tailgate, the tall woman looked at Georgia and grinned. "Now if I open your door are you going to wag your tail even half as happily?" she teased.

The blonde blushed brightly, but she gamely replied, "You'll never know unless you do it."

Surprised by the comeback, Blake moved to the passenger's side door and yanked it open in challenge. Georgia gave a little smirk as she moved to get into the truck. As hoisted herself up into her seat, she gave Blake a little sashay of her hips as she smiled over her shoulder at the tall woman.

Blake laughed at the small woman's antics to offset the jump in her libido. "You wag your tail pretty well, but I think Bruce still wins." she joked closing the door. Going to the driver's side, she slid in. Neither said anything for a moment as Blake pulled the old truck out of the garage. Driving to the end of the driveway, she asked, "Which way?" As predicted the drive only took about twenty minutes, but they had to wait in line to pay before they could find a place to park. "Well, this is quite the happening place." the brunette mentioned as they found a place for the movie.

"We should back in, so we cain lay down in the bed. It'll be more fun that way." Georgia suggested.

"All right. Whatever you say." Blake did as she was told backing the truck into the space. Once the truck was situated the way the blonde wanted, they both moved out of the cab. "Do you want anything from the concession stand?" Blake offered as she watched the little blonde hoist herself into the bed of the truck without even pulling down the gate. "I'm going to go grab a drink."

"Okay. A drink would be good. Let me give you some money." she said.

"No. My treat. You and Bruce keep my spot. Be right back."

Blake returned just as the screen came to life. Handing both beverages to her company, she climbed up into the back of the truck and settled herself, so Bruce was lying cozily between the two of them. Neither of them spoke as they watched the opening credits begin. The brunette began to relax as the movie started, and she forgot about her nerves about the blonde's company. As her mind got more involved in the film, she idly began to caress her dog's sleek coat as he put his head onto her thigh.

It was only when her hand brushed against another that she even realized that Georgia was also stroking the dog as she watched the movie. Their eyes met for a moment when their hands grazed. The blonde gave a smile, which Blake returned before moving her eyes back to the screen. Both women continued to rub Bruce in affection, but neither seemed to mind when their hands touched every so often.

About half way through the movie, Blake's attention strayed as she started to look around the drive-in. The place seemed like a popular hang out. People were milling about chatting, and she could even see that some of the movie goers were more interested in making out in their cars than the film itself, including the car that had parked next to the truck. Hearing a woman moaning, Blake started to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Georgia asked.

Blake gestured to the car next to them. "They're having sex."

"No they ain't."

"Are too." Blake insisted.

The blonde had to see for herself and leaned over Bruce to Blake's side of the truck. Putting one of her hands down onto Blake's thighs for balance, the little woman leaned over her completely to see the other car. Sure enough the couple next to them was definitely intimately involved. Suddenly with that realization, Georgia became sexually aware of her closeness to Blake. The skin under her hand was heating as the seconds passed, filling her with a strange power she had never felt before. She turned her head to look at the tall woman. From the outside Blake looked unaffected by her being so close.

Seeing those blue eyes connect with her own, the older woman wanted to whimper. Georgia was so close to her that she barely had to reach out to touch her face, and the little woman's hand shot sparks through her. She wanted to touch the teacher so badly at the moment, but she knew she couldn't. Just because Georgia accepted her didn't mean the blonde wanted her, so Blake merely held the gaze. They stayed locked in their look for an extended time before Georgia slowly pulled away from the woman.

"Guess they are." she conceded.

"Told you as much." Blake teased.

"I guess that's not so uncommon. A lot of people make out here."

"Have you?" questioned the brunette curiously.

Georgia nodded. "Yeah. Jack and I used to when we were teenagers, but that was a long time ago."

"Well, I bet it's an experience. I've never even made out in public before, except at a club." Blake mentioned.

"Really? You strike me as the kind of girl that's wild. Am I wrong 'bout that?" Georgia asked.

Blake shrugged. "I don't know. New York isn't the safest place in the world, so you kind of have to be aware of your surroundings all the time. That doesn't leave much room for making out in public."

The blonde nodded. "So, where's the wildest place you've ever done it then?" inquisitively the teacher asked.

"Hum, that's kind of tough. I have to think about that a minute. Well, there was this party I went to one time at the mayor's house. Cara and I had sex on the second story balcony in the snow."

"Did you get caught?"

"No. Everyone else was downstairs at the time. We had sex once at my friends' house out on Long Island out on their beach, but we did get caught that time."

"Really? Were you embarrassed?" Georgia asked intrigued.

"A little. My buddy Torrance and I have known each other since college, so it wouldn't have been that big of a deal if it had been her, but it was her wife Helen instead. I don't know there was just something about her finding us that made me a little embarrassed."

"Maybe you have a crush on her." Georgia teased.

"Me have a crush on Helen? Who doesn't? She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, and she's so sweet. She looks even better now that she's had the baby. Torrance got really lucky on that one." Blake stated lightly.

"They had a baby? Together?" the blonde asked.

"Yeah, a little boy. I've never seen more doting parents. Do you think that's weird?" the attorney asked seeing the look on her companion's face.

Georgia shrugged. "I'm just not used to it. That's not the way it is here."

Going back to the original subject at hand, Blake inquired, "Your turn. Where the most outrageous place you've ever done it?"

"I've never done it in any outrageous places. I mean inside the house, in the car, on the beach once. I guess it would have to be on top of the washing machine. Tell me more about Cara. How long have you two been together?"

"We've known each other a few years. She was one of Torrance's conquests long before she met Helen and introduced us about four years ago. We were friends at first, but one night about two years ago things changed. We had gone to Torrance's for dinner, and that's actually the night I met Helen for the first time. Cara and I both got a little drunk, and we ended up back at her place. We had sex, and we've just been casually seeing each other ever since. I like her. She's a nice woman, but she's not what I'm looking for in a wife. She's a little too clingy for me. After that night she would call me almost every day and demand my time. It was pretty bad in the beginning, because I think she felt more for me than I did for her, but things are better. She's backed off a lot and just let me go at the pace I want, which has worked out well."

"But if she's not what you want, why are you with her?"

"I know this is going to sound awful when I say this, but try to understand that I live in a sometimes dangerous city. Cara is quite good at what I want her around for. It's safer for me to put up with her outside of bed and know that I'm with someone who is sexually clean than to be with a stranger. She and I are both clean, and we're monogamous when it comes to sex. We both see other people but only sleep with each other. That situation suites me just fine at the moment."

"What 'bout her? Do you think she's fine with that?"

"Not totally. I know she'd rather be Mrs. Blake Erwin, but I've made it clear to her that isn't an option."

"Maybe she's just hopin' you change your mind." Georgia offered.

"Well, it's not going to happen. Cara is not the woman I'm going to marry."

"If not her, then who? What kind of woman do you want?"

"I don't know yet. I hope that I'll recognize her though when I meet her."

"Me too. You deserve someone that makes you truly happy."

"So do you, Georgia."

"Yeah, well, I spoiled my one chance at happiness. No one wants to marry Jack's has been wife." she mumbled.

"If you don't mind me saying, Georgia, you have a lot more going for you than all the other women I've seen around here."

Georgia blushed. "Thank you for thinkin' that, but even if that were true, no one would even try to get near me in fear of Jack's wrath. He's still very possessive over me even though we ain't really together any more."

"I think there is someone out there for you, Georgia. You just have to be open to the idea of love again. You never know."

"I don't know, but I'm learnin' to believe." the blonde replied softly looking back at the screen.

Sensing the younger woman getting a little emotional, Blake reached out and placed her hand on top of the blonde's. Georgia felt the heat instantly scorch her hand and up her arm. Her breath caught in her throat making it impossible to breathe for a moment. Casting a shy blue-eyed glance at its owner, Georgia allowed her feelings to show for a fleeting moment.

The sudden way the blonde was looking at her made Blake gulp. She swore she read lust in those eyes, but not knowing the blonde very well, she wasn't sure. Deciding to err on the side of caution, Blake slowly withdrew her hand and felt the loss immediately. Focusing on the large screen, the tall woman slipped into silence to regroup her thoughts.

The rest of the evening passed quietly between them. Once the movie was over, Blake drove them back to her farm. Shutting off the engine next to Georgia's truck, she risked a look at the blonde. "Well, that was a lot of fun." she stated.

"Yeah, it was. Thanks for dinner."

"Any time." Getting out of the truck, Blake went to lower the gate for Bruce, who jumped out and scampered up to the porch. However the tall woman lingered by the small woman's truck. "Thanks for taking me to the drive-in."

Georgia nodded becoming shy as the brunette closed her distance to a few feet. "You're welcome."

Blake decided to test the waters with Georgia. Reaching for the little woman, she embraced her in a hug. She felt the younger woman tense and then relax into the touch. They stayed locked for several moments. When Blake finally pulled away, she whispered, "Drive safely."

"I will." Georgia whispered, her voice failing her as abrupt sensations that overtook her. "You know the county fair is openin' this weekend. You wanna go?"

"All right. Sounds like fun. Give me a call later this week."


Continued in Part 2

~ New York series ~
Love in Photographs
Georgia On My Mind
Stick to the Script
Vows of the Heart

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