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Continuum, Chapter 05

I’m so GLAAD to see you, again

Notes on a Scandal 2—Cate Blanchett (Actor), Judi Dench (Actor), David Lynch (Director)

In the sequel, which, unlike the first movie, is more of a softcore porn flick than a seat-of-the-pants thriller. Cate Blanchett and Judi Dench reprise their roles as Sheba Hart and Barbara Covett. The movie starts at a full gallop and never slows down. It delivers what the first movie only teased—i.e., plenty of deviant sex between two women.

It is six years after the first movie. Babb is in-between obsessions. Late one evening, Sheba appears at her front door, sobbing and disheveled.

Babb takes the girl in and listens to her story. While touring the wine country in Nice France, Sheba’s husband Richard suffered a fatal heart attack. He was driving, at the time. Sheba’s was thrown from the crash and survived unscathed without a scratch. Her family was killed—the car caught on fire and while Sheba watched helplessly her children, who were trapped in the car, burned to death. Sheba crawled into a bottle and took up with the needle, drowning her sorrows in liquor and heroin, and she has only recently crawled out of her intoxication and her courtship with dope.

Needy Barbara, always the opportunist, takes full advantage of the girl’s plight. She takes Sheba in. They become fast-friends, again. And, as the film progresses, they become much more than just friends. They become lovers—i.e., friends with fringe benefits. Their sex scenes are torrid, borderline explicit. The film’s R-rating is generous, to say the least. By the close of the movie, they marry.—Kim Sill (IMDB.com movie review)

 

“So, what do you think of the two movies that we watched tonight?”

“I liked the first one, better.”

“Why?”

“Because the second one was just porn, plain and simple. With some nonsensical David Lynch abstraction thrown in for good measure so that the critics can call it an ‘art film’.”

It’s been a year to the day that Lucy moved in with Babb. In that time. She’s restarted her lab. And, her work is back on track. As expected, she’s returned to The Collective as a fully-activated Borg drone.

Lucy, who doubles as the housekeeper, stays in the guest bedroom. Their living arrangement seems to be working fine, but it shouldn’t. Because. After all, Babb is an obsessive-compulsive bulldyke with obvious designs on Lucy—designs that are clearly nefarious and lecherous. And Lucy, the object of Babb’s cravings, is [supposedly] straight.

They’re in the sitting room. Just the two of them. Babb is dressed the dowdy way she always dresses. Lucy is dressed in a too-large t-shirt, thong panties, torpedo bra, and crew socks—all of it white, except for the girl’s flesh-colored panties. The girl only has to dress archaic like Babb when she’s working at the library.

But. For the longest time, back to when she and Nick were still a couple, for reasons Lucy still refuses to acknowledge. The girl dresses archaic off-duty, too. For example. The fancy old-fogey brassiere she’s wearing is one that Babb bought her. This anachronism is one of her library bras.

So. Here she is on her own time displaying the pointed projectile breasts that result from wearing an uncomfortable bullet bra, an unnatural look that Babb craves so much, instead of displaying her breasts in a more natural “floppy” fashion in one of her comfortable sports bras.

Of late. Again, for reasons Lucy steadfastly refuses to admit to herself. The girl has taken to sitting in chairs with her long legs double crossed tightly. It’s severe and uncomfortable, and yet she’s come to crave sitting that way. A way that pleases butch Babb to no end.

Lucy has always been attracted to older men. Nick being the one notable exception. At twenty she had an affair with her then forty-five year old college professor Richard, the same Richard who she later married within a year of their illicit affair. The marriage lasted for almost six years, before they divorced amicably—remaining close friends to this day.

Now, of late, she finds herself attracted to Babb, a much older woman. Lucy is confused about where these carnal lesbian urges are coming out of nowhere from. She’s never in her life been attracted to women. The source of what she dismisses as her so-called “episodes of lesbian sexual dementia” is obvious, but, again, she refuses to acknowledge the cause of why she has the hots for Babb.

Bottomline. Lucy is in complete denial.

She and Babb can accidentally brush up against each other, and Lucy will get a tingly feeling in her crotch. She catches herself looking longingly at the sexually-repressed Babb, like she did several times during the two movies tonight. When Babb bends down to turn the television off, Lucy entertains the thought of grabbing the butch’s ass. The girl can feel herself get moist in the nethers, spotting her panties, just thinking about groping Babb.

The girl abruptly gets out of her chair and heads for her room. Six months ago, she stopped dating men, altogether. She’s taken up going out with Babb, exclusively, instead—the cinema, the theater, restaurants, and, when they venture off the base, a members-only ladies club that caters to older monied dykes and their paramours.

Publically, Lucy’s and Babb’s relationship remains purely platonic. In private, it’s another matter entirely. In private, Lucy craves Babb. Babb always carved Lucy. They’ve yet to consummate their relationship.

The girl slams her door shut. She shucks her panties and socks. Climbs into bed. She straps on her Parts and masturbates, fantasizing about going at it full-throttle with Babb. She finger fucks and handjobs herself into mind-numbing oblivion while thinking about doing her butch roommate.

Babb, who followed the girl into the bedroom, watches her covetously. Lucy acts as if Babb isn’t in the room with her—i.e., as if the old lady is masked from her perception. She’s just that much into herself while doing herself.

Finally, after a full ten minutes have elapsed, Lucy notices Babb. Embarrassed, and in tears, Lucy grabs a bathrobe and scurries into the room’s adjoining bathroom. She closes and locks the door behind her.

Babb has won, finally. She gloats. The butch walks triumphantly over to the locked bathroom door.

“Why did you stop? You were enjoying yourself so much. And, I, for my part, was so enjoying watching you. I orgasmed along with you.”

“Happy! You’ve won! I’m a goddamn freak, just like you!” Lucy screams through the door.

No longer in denial. She’s been reduced to hysterics. Babb can hear the girl screaming and crying through the door. Lucy is bawling her eyes out. Weeping loudly and uncontrollably.

What Babb can’t see, is that Lucy has dropped to her knees. She’s wearing the bathrobe. But it’s open, exposing her strap-on.

It’s over. The lying to herself is over. The old Lucy is gone. Dead and buried. That Lucy died the night that she got upgraded. This Lucy is Borg and a bi-dyke who likes to go she-male.

Lucy stops sobbing. She stands up and unlocks the door. Babb is waiting, patiently. Lucy walks over into Babb’s waiting arms. They walk over to the bed and sit down on it.

Babb consoles her, gently stroking her hair. Lucy rest her head on Babb’s broad shoulder. This goes on for a while. As if Babb’s only intent is to comfort the girl.

Then, Babb makes her move. She becomes an octopus with two well-educated hands. But. So as not to spook Lucy, her approach maintains the appearance of propriety and altruism. While in reality it’s the definition of self-serving.

The old-school butch switches from stroking Lucy’s hair, as the arm of that hand goes around Lucy, as if to further comfort the girl. Babb places her free hand on Lucy’s knee and waits. Lucy does not push the hand off. Babb’s hand moves to the inside of the girl’s thigh and stops. The experienced rug muncher is patient and well-versed in seducing so-called straight girls to come out of the closet as queer for the occasion.

The bulldyke’s hand moves slowly up between the girl’s leg. Squeezing as it goes. Once it has reached its objective. It gives Lucy a handjob, the likes of which she has never had—i.e., expertly manipulating her cock and balls, to erection and ejaculation. The girl begins to moan, deep in her throat. The two women French kiss. Lucy falls back onto the bed, legs spread invitingly wide. Babb obliges. Cunnilungus, fellatio, and anilingus, ensue. Blowjob Bettie as in deep throat, licking and sucking testicals like all-day lollypops, of course.

Babb does Lucy. Then Babb teaches Lucy how to do her.

They are “officially” a couple. Their May-December affair will very likely blossom into a full-blown romance.