Chapter 2

Dorothy got to shaky legs and slipped her ULD Storm jersey on over her bikini. Margot grabbed her bottle and stuffed it into her bag again. Laurel stood and helped Dorothy fold the blanket. Turning toward the apartment complex, Dorothy walked in between Laurel and Margot. She was sure her face was a vivid red but so were the faces of Margot and Laurel. To her right, Margot continued a meaningless rambling monologue.

“I cannot believe, I just cannot believe I’m…” Laurel kept whispering as they strode to the entrance of the park.

“Its okay,” Dorothy assured the girl.

“Where? Where did that come from?” Dorothy wondered.

Dorothy smiled at Laurel when the girl chanced a quick smile in Dorothy’s direction. Dorothy noticed that she and Laurel were very close to the same height and her smile widened.

“Five feet even,” Laurel said as they entered the parking lot of the Camelot Apartments.

“Really?” Dorothy hooted. “Laurel, don’t. Don’t start off our friendship by lying to me.”

“Four ten,” Laurel admitted and she and Dorothy shared a quick hug and gigggle.

Margot’s apartment was a surprise. Dorothy was not sure what she had expected, but minimalistic sleek furniture in muted colors certainly was not what she’d envisioned. Looking over at Laurel, Dorothy could tell she was not alone in her thoughts as the strawberry blonde glanced around at the sparse decor.

“And, yet, it is exactly what Margot Richards would have,” Dorothy had to concede as she slipped her flip flops from her feet. “Elegance, style, room to breathe, to move. Yes, this is Margot’s space.”

“I uh I can make us some more cherry bombs or how about some tequila or…” Margot was now babbling.

“Bathroom,” Dorothy demanded; the moment the chilled air inside had struck her sweaty flesh, the need to tinkle was overwhelming.

“Yes! Bathroom!” Laurel declared.

“I, oh God, me too!” Margot realized as she guided the guests to the small half-bath in the spacious living room.

“Water. I, I must have sweated a gallon; God! It, it is just so stinking hot?” Dorothy asked, rejoining Margot in the living room.

“Really!” Laurel agreed, patting her hands dry on her red denim jeans. “Water?”

“I, I oh, okay,” Margot said, casually dropping the men’s shirt to the couch as she strode to the kitchen.

“Silence,” Laurel whispered and Dorothy giggled as she and Laurel sat on the couch.

Margot returned with three heavy tumblers and the three girls sipped the ice water. Dorothy sighed in contentment as the cold water sluiced down her throat, cooling and refreshing her.

“It, I mean, how hot is it?” Dorothy asked, softly fanning her sweaty face with her small hand.

“Performance twelve phone app says ninety three but the humidity is at, oh my God; ninety eight? No wonder we were cooking out there,” Laurel said, squinting at her cell phone.

“I can turn it down if y’all need I usually leave it at…” Margot said, moving to rise from her position next to Dorothy.

“No, no, it’s good, it feels good in here,” Dorothy hastened to assure their host.

“In fact,” Dorothy said, slipping her ULD Storm jersey up and off, once again revealing her bright yellow bikini.

“I, why, why am I doing this?” Dorothy asked herself as she could feel the soft material of the couch fabric rubbing against her sweaty flesh. “I, I’m not… I need, I need to just get up, go on home.”

“I, uh, I, when I went on to ULD’s on line,” Margot disclosed to Laurel. “Like I said, I, I never even thought of looking at you know, women looking for women.”

“Oh my God! She she’s nervous!” Dorothy wanted to laugh at Margot’s sudden stammering stumbling speech.

“I, my uh, my boyfriend” Well, EX boyfriend,” Laurel flamed red. “Trent. Trent Comer?”

“Trent Comer? Went to Kimble?” Margot squealed.

“Yeah!” Laurel agreed. “You know him?”

“Was in the grade right ahead of me I was in class with his sister Tonja God what a slut she would fuck anyone only reason she even graduated she fucked Mr. Abadie he was so gross I mean…” Margot insisted.

Dorothy put her hand on Margot’s thigh, close to the hem of her denim skirt. This did the trick; Margot stopped yammering. Dorothy smiled softly at the red head then turned her attention once more to Laurel.

“You were saying something about Trent?” Dorothy softly reminded Laurel.

“Huh? Oh! I uh, yeah, yeah, he uh we were in the back of his car; God! What a piece of shit! Never knew if it would start up or not but anyway, we just… You know and he says, ‘hey you ever done it with a girl?'” Laurel said.

“God! What? Just like that?” Dorothy snapped, angered at this unknown man’s insensitive and boorish behavior.

Suddenly, Dorothy realized, she still had her hand on Margot’s thigh. And, she was softly rubbing Margot’s smooth, warm thigh, fingertips slowly edging the hem of Margot’s very short skirt up. She slowly pulled her hand from the other girl’s thigh.

“Aaw!” Margot complained.

“Uh huh; told him I would walk; we were right there by the Bend and it’s just a couple blocks over to my house,” Laurel said, face dark with the memory of that night.

“The Bend? Right there by the Atchafalaya I went out with Jared um Jared Browning you know him he went to St. Thomas Aquinas,” Margot started.

Again, Dorothy put her hand on Margot’s leg. The self-satisfied smile Margot gave her made Dorothy smile; she realized Margot had intentionally begun to run her mouth so that Dorothy would once again touch her on her leg. Softly, Dorothy ran her fingernails over the soft flesh of the inside of Margot’s thigh, eliciting a little shiver from Margot.

“But whole time I’m stomping home, I’m thinking about his question, thinking what about this girl or that girl from you know, from school, around the neighborhood, that kind of stuff,” Laurel said, voice barely above a whisper.

“What were you thinking?” Dorothy quietly asked.

“Lips. How soft their lips might be; Trent can’t kiss for shit and I’m thinking Billie’s got the prettiest lips and of course Debbie’s got this really cute smile; she’s got this dimple on her left cheek and…” Laurel whispered.

“And…” Dorothy prompted after a long moment of silence.

“And I’m fixing start at ULD in a couple weeks and so I go on their web site and ‘women For Women’ and… First one? I was all dressed up and then just chickened out but when I let her know she got all ugly with me and I’m sorry, all right? I mean, I’m scared and she’s just all mean and…” Laurel yelled, bursting into tears.

Dorothy hugged the sobbing girl tightly. She softly kissed Laurel’s cheeks, murmuring soothing words as she comforted the crying girl.

Margot perched on the arm of her sofa, hugging the sobbing Laurel from behind. She too whispered soothing words in Laurel’s ear.

Rubbing up and down Laurel’s back, Dorothy was not aware of the smooth, soft, warm skin. She was not conscious of the fact that Laurel wore no bra under her crop top. Dorothy was not cognitive of the smell of Laurel’s musk based perfume, the slightly acrid scent of her failed deodorant, her sweat, the smell of her floral shampoo. Dorothy was not aware of the taste of the salty tears or the unscented lotion on Laurel’s skin.

“You know, just the fact that you were brave enough to try again?” Dorothy whispered. “That? That took real guts.”

“Yeah!” Margot agreed, softly kissing Laurel’s other cheek.

“I, yeah, yeah it did, didn’t it?” Laurel let a little giggle escape.

“There!” Dorothy enthused. “There’s my girl. There’s my Laurel.”

“What on God’s earth am I saying?” Dorothy asked herself as she now smelled Laurel’s sweat and perfume, now felt Laurel’s warmth, felt Laurel’s braless breasts pressed against her, felt Laurel’s arms around her own nearly naked flesh.

Laurel’s lips were soft, so soft and moist. Of course, her lips tasted of vanilla lip balm and the salt of her tears. Her tongue was soft, so soft, so tender as they kissed. Laurel’s fingers were like little butterflies as she gently touched Dorothy’s exposed flesh.

Margot’s sweat was sharp. Sharp but not unpleasant. Margot’s touches were a little more insistent than Laurel’s touches. Margot’s lips, then teeth on Dorothy’s shoulder and neck were also quite insistent.

“I AM NOT GAY!” Dorothy wanted to scream.

She wanted to scream, she wanted to push Laurel away, wanted to ball up her little fist and punch Margot, the way Billy had taught her, aim for the belly. She wanted to grab her precious Begnaud 27 ULD Storm football jersey and march right out of there.

“Bed? Bed would be a whole lot better for…” Dorothy gasped as her bikini top fluttered to the thick beige pile carpet in Margot’s living room.

Margot’s queen sized bed was a pedestal bed and was neatly made. Just like the living room, the furniture was sleek, almost drab. There was nothing shiny in the room; not even a mirror.

“This okay? You okay?” Dorothy quietly asked the now silent Laurel.

Laurel looked at Dorothy, eyes huge behind her thick glasses. Silently, she nodded her head and tried to smile.

“Its okay, it’s okay. I’m right here. I’m nervous too,” Dorothy assured the girl as she gently removed the bulky glasses from Laurel’s pretty face.

“Dear God! These things weigh a ton!” Dorothy thought as she put the heavy glasses onto Margot’s low dresser.

Even as she helped Laurel remove her red crop top, Dorothy felt Margot’s fingers inside the waistband of her bikini bottom. Playfully, she wiggled her rear end and Margot rewarded Dorothy with a delighted giggle.

“Ow!” Dorothy giggled as Margot delivered a stinging slap to Dorothy’s left cheek.

Laurel’s breasts were like two lemons on her slim frame. Her nipples were pale pink, so pale they almost blended in with her pale white flesh.

“What in God’s name am I doing?” Dorothy asked herself as she softly cupped Laurel’s breasts in her small hands.

“I know, they’re kind of small,” Laurel apologized.

“They’re perfect,” Dorothy insisted as she bent and suckled Laurel’s left nipple.

“Perfect,” Margot agreed, now cupping Dorothy’s breasts from behind.

“Mmph! Dorothy grunted as Margot pinched her hard nipples.

“Perfect,” Dorothy repeated, tasting the sweat on Laurel’s right nipple.

“Perfect,” she whispered, softly kissing Laurel’s lips.

“Mmng! But, we, augh, we’re neglecting our hostess,” Dorothy reminded Laurel as she twisted to embrace Margot.

“Yes you are,” Margot agreed, pouting.

“Oh, poor baby,” Dorothy mocked as she playfully bit down on Margot’s pouting bottom lip.

“Poor baby,” Laurel echoed, fingers dancing over Margot’s belly.

“Oh!” Dorothy squeaked, seeing the carrot orange tuft of hair just above Margot’s wet folds.

Margot had shaped the tuft of hair into a ‘heart’ of curly orange. While Laurel softly kissed Margot, fingers dancing over Margot’s fat breasts and rust red areolae, Dorothy ‘traced’ Margot’s heart with her fingernails. She then palmed Margot’s pubic mound, grinding the heel of her hand against the mound.

“I have lost my ever loving mind; I got a heat stroke out there in the sun,” Dorothy decided as she gently pulled Laurel onto Margot’s very soft, plush bed.

“Only thing explains this,” Dorothy thought as she eased Laurel’s very snug low rider jeans and skimpy lace panties down Laurel’s slim legs. “Because I am not; God! I, I never even kissed another girl before…”

“That is not red,” Dorothy teased, reaching out and combing her fingernails through the pink thatch of hair that covered Laurel’s slit from view.

“Shut up! Close enough,” Laurel insisted, giggling.

“Close enough,” Margot agreed, softly kissing the nearly blind girl’s soft lips.

“I guess,” Dorothy playfully sighed, crawling onto the bed to Laurel’s right.

Moving Laurel’s curly hair aside, Dorothy lightly kissed Laurel’s pale shoulder. She wondered what she was doing; why was she in this bed, why was she softly kissing and lightly nibbling on another girl’s sweaty shoulder.

“You, you don’t even know these people,” Dorothy reminded herself as she softly kissed Laurel’s neck.

“Leaning over the prone Laurel, Dorothy sought Margot’s lips. She lightly ran her fingers over Laurel’s shoulder and arm as she tasted Margot’s tongue.

Releasing Margot’s lips, Dorothy once again nibbled on Laurel’s smooth shoulder and upper back. Her fingers traced along Laurel’s spine, feeling each vertebrae with her fingertips.

“Oomph!” Laurel grunted into her kiss with Margot when Dorothy’s fingers reached her sweaty ass crack.

“Oh? That’s a secret place for you?” Dorothy asked herself as she softly raked her fingernails over Laurel’s compact buttocks.

“I ACK!” Laurel cried out as Dorothy’s fingertip grazed over her rosebud and Margot gnawed on her right nipple.

With a light slap to Laurel’s right buttock, Dorothy knee walked to lie behind Margot. Margot shivered and murmured a groan of happiness when Dorothy softly kissed Margot’s shoulder. The groan grew louder as Dorothy playfully bit down on Margot’s sweaty flesh.

“Mm?” Dorothy asked, gently nuzzling Margot’s neck, tasting Margot’s sweat.

“Mm hmm,” Margot agreed, still sucking on Laurel’s nipples.

“I, oh, oh God!” Laurel cried out.

Looking over Margot’s shoulder, Dorothy saw that Margot was busily fingering Laurel’s wet folds while sucking on Laurel’s left then right and left nipple. Reaching over Margot’s side, Dorothy cupped Margot’s left breast in her small hand.

“Mm, oh,” Margot sighed out when Dorothy pinched and twisted Margot’s hard nipple.

“Oh God, oh God, oh yyeess!” Laurel cried out as Margot’s fingers brought her to climax once more.

“You! Your turn,” Margot declared, twisting around.

“No! No, no, no, you can’t make me,” Dorothy playfully argued as Margot brought her lips to Dorothy’s lips.

“Bet I can,” Margot whispered, biting down on Dorothy’s bottom lip.

“Mm?” Dorothy challenged.

Margot first slid her fingers into Dorothy’s mouth. Sucking on Margot’s index and middle fingers, Dorothy realized she was tasting Laurel’s pussy on Margot’s fingers. She sucked hard on the digits then pressed her lips to Margot’s lips. They opened their mouths and softly touched tongues.

“Mm, oh!” Dorothy sighed into the kiss.

She could taste Margot’s tongue; it tasted warm, soft, enticing. She could smell Margot’s sharp sweat and could also smell Margot’s shampoo; it was an apple scented shampoo. Even as the ceiling fan blew cool air onto their naked flesh, Dorothy could feel Margot’s quite warm flesh pressing against her own very warm flesh.

“Mmng!” Dorothy grunted as Margot wormed her thigh between Dorothy’s legs.

“Augh!” she grunted as Margot’s leg pressed firmly against her dipping wet folds, her carrot orange curls.

“Mm,” Margot moaned into their kiss. “Oh, oh Dorothy, I mm.”

Pulling her arm from around Margot’s torso, Dorothy reached up and gripped Margot’s right breast. She raked her bright yellow fingernails over the mound of flesh, bringing the nails closer and closer to Margo’s areole and hard nipple. Margot’s insistent sucking on Dorothy’s tongue let Dorothy know she was bringing pleasure to her lover.