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  Alice’s pale brown eyes, almost yellow were fastened on Ken Edwards and his wife Cecilia when they were announced. She saw the widening of their eyes as the two nearly identical women made their way into the banquet. Already waiters were walking about seeing to the guest’s needs, serving dinners and drinks. Alice and Constance made their way to the area where the Senators were holding court.

  “Well hello Ms. Weaver,” Ken Edwards greeted them unsure which one was which and his puzzled look held a little lust that both women recognized, one with anticipation and one with disgust.

  Constance took the lead, “Mr. Edwards, Mrs. Edwards, I would like to introduce my sister Alice to you.” She smiled at the startled looks of both of them; they had thought they had already met Alice Weaver.

  “And this,” Alice’s voice held a sarcastic note, “Is my sister Constance whom I believe you have already met?” She noted that both Senators were startled but something about the way that Cecilia’s expression altered held her attention a moment longer. The lust she could see in Ken Edwards’s eyes told its own story.

  “Well, well, well, this is a surprise,” Ken said charmingly, “I had no idea there were two such lovely women in the Weaver family,” he looked at Constance, realizing that he had charmed and he thought seduced the wrong sister.

  “Yes,” piped up Cecilia Edwards, “This is a surprise, how wonderful for you two, twins!” as if they didn’t realize it, “You must have had great fun fooling people when you were growing up.”

  “Not really,” the two sisters said at the exact same time, exchanged nearly identical looks, and then started laughing. The other people with them joined in on the laughter.

  Alice and Constance found themselves seated at a table not that far from the dais where the two Senators were holding court, everyone was now sitting and eating before the speeches would begin. Alice would have given her eye teeth to hear what the Senators were whispering about, it seemed a heated exchange.

  “Do you think she’s angry with him?” Constance asked with amusement.

  Alice looked back at her sister as she took a sip of her rather excellent wine. “Yes, I think she is, but she hides it well.”

  “You didn’t realize there were two of them?” Cecilia was whispering to Ken.

  He smiled so no one would realize they were arguing, it was an art form you learned in Washington or you soon lost out when your enemies realized your weaknesses. “How the hell was I to know that there were two of them? She was introduced as Ms. Weaver. Naturally I thought it was the one with all the money and power!”

  “You fool,” she hissed with a smile as she took a bite to eat.

  “You could have made the same mistake,” he whispered back.

  She shook her head and ignored him as the man on her right made some comment and she concentrated on her conversation with him.

  During the course of the evening Alice silently studied the Senator’s and those around them. It gave her an insight to what kind of people they were. After the long and boring speeches and polite applause everyone mingled. A band had been brought in and some couples were dancing. Constance had found an acquaintance and was chatting animatedly. Alice slowly made her way around the room observing people. She was observed as well. Cecilia Edwards was watching her covertly. Surreptitiously since every move that the senators made was watched by all, she couldn’t help but wonder which sister was which as she watched one sitting and chatting and one move about the room. Something about the one walking around the room drew her attention though, it was like a feline the way she walked, it was attractive as she was attractive, but it was also almost erotic.

  Cecilia was talking with several of her constituents when she realized that one of the twins had joined the small group. After she was done making her point, rather brilliantly she thought too, she turned to the blonde and asked pointedly, “Wouldn’t you agree Ms. Weaver?”

  Alice looked at her thoughtfully for a moment and then said, “No, I wouldn’t,” and left it hang there in the air. Several of the group gasped at her audacity in disagreeing with the senator.

  Senator Edwards waited for her to continue, to explain herself and instead Alice waited and observed. Several of the group exchanged looks, from alarm to amusement. No one disagreed with a senator after all. The waiting seemed to stretch out over a long period of time.

  Finally Cecilia could wait no longer without looking like a total fool, something she suspected that the blonde had intended. “Well then Ms. Weaver, what would you do instead?”

  Alice waited a count of three seconds before looking the senator in the eye with a challenge and stated, “I would make a mandatory test for ALL teachers that they had to take every year that would show that they knew not only the subjects they were teaching, but the level they were teaching at and if they failed it their license would be revoked. It is not the schools fault that they have inadequate teachers or the children’s fault that they are not receiving the level of education they should be. It’s up to the parents to fill in the gaps, not regulating it to death. One hundred and fifty years ago a teacher had to sit for exams each and every year to get their teaching certificate to prove they were able to teach, sometimes the old ways are the best.”

  Cecilia was astounded. Not only had Ms. Weaver totally made her point moot but she had put in about the testing in a manner in which was actually a good idea. Angry at first but unable to show it she looked at Alice.

  Alice never turned a hair, she could see in the Senator’s eyes that she was angry and then was amazed as they changed.

  “That is a rather excellent point actually. We must look into that further,” Cecilia conceded.

  The group was rather amazed as well, Senator Edwards was well known for her beliefs and rarely if ever backed down, to hear her concede on any point was unheard of.

  “Do you follow politics Ms. Weaver?” One of the men asked candidly.

  Alice turned and smiled briefly. “No, not really, however my sister has become interested recently and I thought I should see what all the hoopla was about.”

  “Ah yes, your sister has been to many of these functions,” another man noted.

  Alice saw out of the corner of her eye that Cecilia realized which sister she really was.

  “Aren’t you the Weaver who invests?” someone else asked.

  Alice nodded. “Yes, I handle a few private investments, family investments, but mostly I handle my own.”

  “Make quite a bit there I’ve heard,” he tried to be a little friendlier.

  Alice looked at him coolly. “I hold my own,” and she knew the double entendre was lost on him.

  The conversation fortunately turned to other investments and the others didn’t notice that Alice didn’t contribute but then neither did the Senator. Alice watched her covertly and realized that the woman not only was interested because Alice had money that the woman would dearly like her to donate to her or her husband’s joint campaigns but there was more than that kind of interest in her face, Alice could read a lot more than casual interest, this surprised her but she was certain that no one else noticed it.

  Alice went to several fundraisers for the Senators. She was certain that Constance was only seeing Ken Edwards occasionally, he must be keeping her because he enjoyed the attention and the beautiful body, she certainly wasn’t contributing anything other than a five thousand a plate presence otherwise, she didn’t know anything about politics, nor did she care.

  Alice though was intrigued. Not by their politics which she couldn’t have cared less about. It afforded her several opportunities to observe the Ken and Barbie couple. The Senators, both from California but from different and distinct districts ran their campaigns in a way that allowed their supporters to rally together and create a bigger presence and the money poured in. Everyone loved the idea of the two, the beautiful couple in Washington taking care of business for them. Alice was positive they did nothing but for themselves. It disgusted her to see them rake in th
e monies that people were convinced would help them get re-elected and ensure that their policies would be carried out.

  It also afforded Alice the opportunity to get to know Cecilia Edwards better. She was an intriguing woman, brilliant, and if she hadn’t strayed into politics she would have been endlessly fascinating to Alice, instead she began to bore her. Just when Alice thought there was nothing there, that the woman couldn’t have covered up the death of the cop and shrugged it off the woman took a decided interest in one Ms. Alice Weaver and began inviting her to the more private ‘ladies’ only luncheons. When this graduated to a more private and intimate gathering between only three or four of her most ‘valuable’ constituents Alice began to be intrigued at the manipulations of the woman. No one thought it odd when she was invited to a private lunch with the woman to discuss things, after all, she had become part of the senator’s inner circle, or at least that was what some might think.

  “Alice, so lovely to see you,” she was greeted informally by Cecilia Edwards.

  “Senator…” Alice began.

  The other woman interrupted, “Please, when we are alone call me Cecilia.”

  “Cecilia then,” Alice agreed and was led to a tea set that sat between two couches. When she went to sit across from the senator she was surprised when Cecilia joined her on the same one. Her antennae went up.

  “Would you like tea or coffee,” Cecilia offered from the beautiful set before them.

  They chatted idly for a while before dinner was announced. Sitting at the end Cecilia was every inch the lady of the manor and enjoyed chatting with Alice about countless topics. It showed her Stanford education very well how much she knew and her various interests. Alice was enjoying herself immensely; her new ‘friend’ seemed to make things cozy and intimate.

  The servants cleared the table and they sat sipping wine in front of the fireplace as they chatted before Cecilia finally turned the conversation to her ultimate goal. As Alice had been waiting for weeks for this subject to come up she wasn’t surprised.

  “Alice, I feel you and I have become the best of friends, I hope I can confide in you?” she said with the right amount of almost hesitant embarrassment.

  Alice wasn’t fooled, she had studied this woman for weeks, she knew that the woman was calculating and would use every advantage but she played along. “Of course you can,” she assured the woman.

  “I hate to bring it up but…” she shyly looked down as though it were painful to bring up. “I can’t see this happening anymore; I don’t want Ken to lose his career.”

  “Ken?” Alice asked convincingly as though she didn’t know what was coming.

  “Yes, you see he and your sister Constance…” she looked properly embarrassed, as though she shouldn’t know about this.

  “You mean their having an affair?” Alice gasped in outrage.

  Cecilia looked up to study the blonde and convinced at her innocence she nodded in agreement waiting to watch her reactions.

  “Oh my god, I had no idea!” Alice was a better actress than this Senator. “I’ll speak to her immediately!” she said in her chagrin.

  “Wait…” here Cecilia was hesitant, it was hard to tell if it was genuine or not. “I just don’t want it made public; he would never recover, neither would I.”

  “Oh, I’ll make sure it’s discrete,” she answered in mock outrage.

  Cecilia leaned over to put her hand over Alice’s. “Thank you but that’s not all,” her eyes flicked up for a moment to meet Alice’s as she held her hand, “Perhaps you could emphasize to her to keep it quiet, I actually don’t mind their involvement as long as it doesn’t become public, it’s just that…” here she looked down at their hands in mock innocence, “I can see why he might be attracted to her, as different as you two are, you are both attractive women.”

  Alice smiled inside, she had known, seen the attraction weeks ago, it had just been a matter of making herself available, contributing to those countless boring dinners, willing to put herself out there for her to reel the woman in. She was endlessly patient if anything. Instead she looked at the other woman calmly and lifted her chin to look deeply into her eyes as she leaned in for their first shared kiss.

  At first Cecilia didn’t respond and then quickly she expertly helped herself to Alice’s lips.

  Alice was surprised at first and then delighted at how wonderfully the Senator could kiss. She soon realized that the woman was no innocent in the matter of kissing another woman. She hadn’t learned this at the hands of Ken Edwards. Slowly, her own expertise taking her time as she began to pull the woman closer she used her hands to caress along her shoulders and pull her into the kisses she was sharing with the woman, her tongue caressing her lips, playing with each other’s tongues, tasting each other, getting to KNOW one another as they breathed in their own unique essences.

  Cecilia was thrilled, she hadn’t had a woman since her days in college, and she had to be so very careful with whom she got involved with. Richard’s investigation had revealed that Alice Weaver was a lesbian, a very discrete one but a rich and powerful one nonetheless. Cecilia, while she despised Constance had found herself drawn to the money and power that Alice held and didn’t wield. She wondered if she could get Alice to use her money for her own gain. She knew the value of using her body to get what she wanted; she had done it to get Ken Edwards years ago. She used her mind and her favors in the Senate all the time for her constituents. No one and nothing was sacred. Right now though she was going to enjoy this little blonde, perhaps later she could convince her to use her money to the right projects.

  Quickly, a lot more quickly than either realized they were both heated and excited from the one kiss that had turned into many. Hands roaming shamelessly, both wanted more, a lot more. Finally Cecilia said breathlessly, “Come with me,” and pulled Alice’s hand off her breast and took it to pull her towards a mantel piece that she turned aside. A narrow steep staircase went up behind the fireplace and Alice assumed to a discretely appropriate bedroom. She followed bemusedly wondering where this all would lead her.

  Cecilia Edwards was a lioness in the bedroom. Once they were alone and the secret doors closed behind them she turned to Alice and basically attacked her and her lush form. Alice didn’t mind in the least as she let the less experienced woman have her way. She was pushed down on a large bed with a canopy over the mattress that she didn’t get a chance to examine as Cecilia pounced on her. Rolling in the sheets Alice gave herself to enjoying the woman’s body and teaching her more about it. They were both quickly naked and enjoying the feel of naked skin against naked skin. Alice kissed her way down the other woman’s neck and licked her way across her chest to her erect nipples. For a woman of her years they were amazingly pert and Alice briefly wondered if they were even real. She didn’t care as she licked and gently sucked at them as her fingers strayed down to the shaved V of the other woman’s legs. Cecilia parted them instantly to allow Alice access to her charms. Alice was delighted to find how wet the woman was for her, a moan was torn from her lips as she first touched her erect clit. Slowly Alice kissed her way down to her belly button as her fingers spread the woman’s nether lips and began playing with her wetness, first one and then a second finger slipping inside. By the time Alice’s tongue and lips made their way to Cecilia’s erect clit her fingers had set up a rhythm that had the woman moaning and groaning and her hands deep in Alice’s hair encouraging her. Her hands slipped to Alice’s shoulders where her finger tips squeezed and pulsated in rhythm with what Alice was creating. Sucking and plunging she ‘accidentally’ hit the woman’s G spot every other thrust and rapidly drove Cecilia Edwards over the edge. As she came unashamedly she turned her face into a pillow and screamed her orgasm to the heavens, Alice held the woman with her mouth on her clit and her fingers plunging unashamedly inside. She didn’t stop either until she wrung all the wetness she could from the woman. The bedspread had a large wet spot on it before Alice would consent to stopping.

/>   She herself was so aroused that she turned around and thrust her own wet crotch on the woman’s face below her. At first Cecilia was surprised at this turn of events but she hesitantly began licking at Alice’s dripping crotch finding a rhythm that pleased them both. Alice was soon grinding down on her face hard as she kept playing between Cecilia’s legs, their cries and grunts blending beautifully as they played to each other’s mutual satisfaction. Soon, not soon enough for Cecilia who was tiring rapidly from their exertions, Alice felt the familiar tingling that signaled an orgasm building. She ground down shamelessly on the less experienced woman as she took her pleasure from her novice licking and sucking. As she finally released her pleasure all over the woman’s face she felt immense satisfaction over the control she had of her own body, ejaculating on the woman when she least expected it. She rolled to the side.

  Cecilia Edwards lay there in stunned satisfaction. Never in all her years had she expected to feel so sexually satisfied by an encounter with a woman. She knew she hadn’t from a man. Even in college her lovers hadn’t given her the feeling that Alice had just given her, she felt so, so USED, and yet so fulfilled, for Alice had given her several orgasms before she herself had taken her own satisfaction. She had heard of female ejaculation but never seen it and certainly never experienced it. The surprise of it, the humiliation of having her face splattered with what she first thought was urine and then realized it was nothing like pee, to realize what exactly had happened filled her with amazed delight. Slowly she licked what she could reach from her face, bringing her hand to her face to wipe it before licking that off as well with relish.