Chapter 2

At five after two, Joee rumbled up in her Mustang. She saw Joanne sitting on the bench in front of the dorm while three young men vied for Joanne’s attention. Joee made the men jump and Joanne smile when she blared the horn.

“Hey,” Joee called out, lowering her passenger window. “Why you don’t grab your dirty clothes? You can wash them at my place.”

“Okay!” Joanne enthused and raced away.

“Hey, nice…” one young man said, peering into the car at the attractive red head.

The young man scowled and his companions laughed as Joee raised the window, cutting off his words. She gave a triumphant smirk and raised the volume of her satellite radio as a Chopin piece floated out.

A moment later, Joanne came down, lugging a heavy canvas bag and her backpack. Her face had an oddly pinched look.

“OMG,” Joanne whispered, climbing into the car.

Joee gasped and Joanne blushed hotly as she described bursting into her dorm room and catching her roommate masturbating. According to Joanne, Roberta was a large Latina with a very hairy, rotund body.

“I mean, OMG, thing looked like a baseball bat sticking out of her jungle,” Joanne whispered hoarsely.

“Hold the wheel while I throw up,” Joee commiserated.

“You?” Joanne agreed.

Joanne grew quiet as they pulled up to the gate of the gated community. Her beautiful blue eyes opened wide as they traversed through the streets of the community. Her jaw dropped as Joee hit the button and a garage door slowly rose.

“OMG! This, you, this is your house?” Joanne asked, amazed.

“Mm hmm,” Joee shrugged.

Joee showed Joanne where the washing machine and dryer were and Joanne dropped her laundry bag onto the concrete floor. Then she followed Joee into the large home.

By the time they reached the third floor, Joee was ready to scream. The term ‘OMG’ had never bothered her before, but Joanne seemed to be incapable of saying anything else as she followed Joee.

“OMG! You, your closet’s bigger than my whole dorm room,” Joanne babbled.

“Uh huh; hope you don’t mind, but…” Joee said, wiggling out of her top.

Joee had taken enough showers in Physical Education classes and at Shapes Wellness Center to know the number one rule; if you don’t want to see it, don’t look. In front of Joanne, Joee wiggled out of top, then unhooked her blue satin bra and sighed in relief. She then vigorously massaged her breasts. Then, dropping skirt to the floor, Joee found a simple silk shift and pulled it on.

“Okay, why don’t you get started on your clothes while I prep our supper?” Joee said.

“Ooh, cookies!” Joanne said when she entered the kitchen ten minutes later. “Oh! What, what’s that?”

“Leg of mutton,” Joee said.

“Leg of…that any good?” Joanne asked.

“No! It’s terrible; that’s why I’m making it,” Joee teased.

“I got to wait ’til after supper to have a cookie?” Joanne asked as Joee diced the onion and bell pepper.

“Wait,” Joee cautioned. “I uh, those, those are marijuana cookies.”

“They’re what?” Joanne gasped, blue eyes wide.

“I, yeah, I, I kind of got…when my mom was sick, we’d do up a bunch of them,” Joee stammered.

“You, you’re serious?” Joanne asked, looking again at the double chocolate chocolate chip cookies. “Those, those are marijuana cookies?”

“Yeah,” Joee admitted.

While the leg of mutton slowly cooked in the oven, Joanne took a small tour of the downstairs area. She commented on the bear skin rug in front of the large stone fireplace. When Joee informed her that the rug was a fake rug; most bears didn’t normally have a ‘Made In China’ tag, Joanne laughed uproariously. She even stepped outside into the back yard; Joanne Breaux had commissioned an elaborate floral garden. The garden and the lagoon style swimming pool was intended, had been designed to create a welcoming oasis. Even though she paid Superior Lawn care Ltd to come out every ten days to maintain lawn and floral beds, paid Curtis Miller to come out and clean the pool every other Friday, Joee very rarely ventured into the back yard. The flowers attracted bees and Joee was terrified of bees. And, hating the way she looked in a bathing suit, Joee never swam.

“OMG, your back yard is amazing!” Joanne enthused.

“Joanne, I swear to God, you say ‘OMG’ one more time, I’m going punch you,” Joee threatened.

“We go swimming?” Joanne begged.

“I uh, I don’t have a bathing suit. You?” Joee lied.

“We’ll go skinny dipping!” Joanne snickered, enthusiastically hugging Joee from behind.

“Joanne Pierce!” Joee exclaimed.

“Oh, what? There’s a big old fence; no one would see us,” Joanne cajoled.

Pulling Joanne to the glass door that led into the backyard, Joee showed Joanne the windows of the house directly behind her own home. She then pointed to the left and to the right, indicating there were other homes, other homes that had second and third floor windows.

“In fact, neighbor to the left? Has a balcony outside his third floor bedroom,” Joee said. “Looks right into my yard.”

She then playfully swatted Joanne’s buttock and declared, “So, there will be no skinny dipping.”

“Tonight?” Joanne suggested. “When it gets dark?”

“Maybe. We’ll see,” Joee lied.

After dinner, Joanne transferred her first load into the dryer and her second load went into the washing machine. Then she braved asking for a cookie.

“You sure?” Joee asked, getting two small plates from her cabinet.

Joee put two large cookies onto each plate, then poured them each a glass of milk. For some reason, Joanne found this to be extremely funny.

“Milk and cookies,” she hooted.

“Be quiet,” Joee laughed and gave Joanne an affectionate hug.

“So, what, what’s going to happen?” Joanne asked, suddenly unsure as she picked up one cookie.

“Before or after your hair catches on fire?” Joee teased.

Joanne watched Joee take a generous bite out of her cookie. She took a small bite of her own cookie and nodded. She’d managed to bite into a chocolate chip with the small bite and enjoyed the rich chocolate flavor. There was also a pungent, slightly burned taste underlying the rich chocolaty goodness. Her hair didn’t catch on fire, her teeth didn’t suddenly become fangs, her fingernails didn’t become claws. No body parts fell off, a tail didn’t sprout from her rear.

“Hmm,” Joanne shrugged and finished the first cookie.

She didn’t feel any different. She didn’t know what she had expected; she knew what happened when she drank. She had half expected to feel that sense of ease and comfort, that sense of happiness to come upon her. With a shrug, Joanne ate the second cookie.

Joanne came to, lying on the faux bearskin rug. In the fireplace, a three wick candle fluttered and flamed. Joanne studied the candle intently.

There was a soft satin pillow underneath her head. The softness of the pillow, the smooth texture of the pillow cover soothed her as she watched the candle’s three small flames flicker and dance.

The fibers of the fake fur tickled her skin. It tickled the side of her right breast as she lay on her side, facing the fireplace. Her left breast, Joanne could feel Joee’s arm lying across her left breast, could feel Joee’s small hand resting just underneath her right breast. Joanne could feel Joee’s cotton covered breasts pressed firmly against her bare back.

Joee’s breathing was slow, soft, blowing against Joanne’s blonde hair. Joanne had always worn her hair long. Her mother and her grandmother had always worn their blonde hair in short bobs but Robert Pierce, Joanne’s daddy had once said he liked long hair. So Joanne wore her hair long.

The pillow smelled of some chemical. The smell was a pleasant one, even if it was a chemical aroma. Odor. She’d read somewhere that odor and aroma had the same meaning, but somehow odor conjured up negative connotations, but aroma seemed to be a more acceptable term.

There was a soft, comfortable fleece throw covering her. Joanne loved the comfortable weight of the fleece throw resting against her flesh, her nude flesh.

There was a somewhat sweet flavor in her mouth. They’d had double chocolate chocolate chip cookies, but this wasn’t the taste of chocolate. And for some reason the name ‘Harvey Wallbanger’ kept echoing in Joanne’s head. Who was Harvey Wallbanger?

“Wallbanger,” Joanne said the odd name out loud. “Wall banger. Waaall baaang er. Wallbanger.”

“Hmm?” Joee asked quietly. “What? You, you want another Harvey Wallbanger?”

“Nooo,” Joanne said.

Joanne’s left shoulder burned when Joee’s lips softly touched her bare flesh. The heat of Joee’s lips seared the flesh; Joanne was sure she would have blisters where Joee’s soft lips touched her. Then a thought occurred to her.

“I, why am I naked?” Joanne asked.

“Because you hate polyester,” Joee said. “You ate your cookies then asked for a drink. I made you a Harvey Wallbanger, you wanted three more, then you said you hated your panties; they’re polyester and you hate polyester why did your mom get you polyester and you got naked.”

“Oh. Yeah, yeah I do,” Joanne agreed.

Joanne reached down and squeezed Joee’s left hand, the hand resting underneath her breast. Then Joanne took her right hand and felt from Joee’s stubby fingers to her elbow. In her current position, this was as far as Joanne could feel.

“Where, where’s the rest of your arm?” Joanne asked.

“Where it’s supposed to be,” Joee giggled.

“Hmm? Let’s see,” Joanne mumbled, rolling onto her back.

Joanne’s left hand held Joee’s left hand in place, underneath her breast. Her right hand felt past Joee’s elbow to Joee’s bicep. She squeezed Joee’s muscled bicep, then continued her exploration of Joee’s arm to Joee’s shoulder.

Rolling now onto her left side, Joanne peered into Joee’s amused eyes. They were a light green in color; in Joee’s left eye Joanne could see the flickering candlelight. In Joee’s right eye, Joanne could make out a miniature Joanne’s face.

Silently Joanne leaned her head forward and softly kissed Joee’s lips. The texture was soft, warm, moist, smooth. The taste was slightly chocolate, slightly sour..

“You didn’t have a Harvey Wallbanger, did you?” Joanne accused.

“No,” Joee smiled. “I had a salty dog and you said it tasted like peepee.”

“Let’s see,” Joanne said, then thrust her tongue into Joee’s mouth.

Pulling away abruptly, Joanne again flopped onto her back. She took Joee’s left hand and placed the hand onto her right breast.

“I, I like my nips, I like them pinched, kind of hard,” Joanne admitted, rubbing Joee’s hand back and forth over her breast.

“Me too,” Joee confessed.

“I, when, when I pleasure myself?” Joanne whispered, then grunted when Joee did pinch down, very hard on Joanne’s right nipple. “Sometimes I can make myself, you know, just by pinching and twisting my nips.”

“I, me too!” Joee said.

“I augh, I, oh yyeess,” Joanne hissed as Joee pulled on Joanne’s nipple, stretching Joanne’s large orb away from her rib cage.

“You ever bite them?” Joee asked.

“I, augh, I, I’ve never tried,” Joanne admitted, moving the fleece blanket down so she could see Joee’s fingers tormenting her nipple.

Joee bent and took Joanne’s left nipple into her mouth. Her left hand continued to tease and twist Joanne’s right nipple.

“I augh, ack, oh, oh God, OMG,” Joanne grunted as Joee used her teeth to pull Joanne’s left breast away from Joanne’s rib cage.

Joee suddenly released her teeth hold on Joanne’s breast and it jiggled slightly then settled into place. Joee bent and again bit down on Joanne’s nipple.

“I, augh, I one time? Augh, I, uh oh, oh yyeess, I, don’t ask me why I done this, but one time? I took a safety pin? And jammed it right through my nip? OMG! I, I came so hard I just about passed out,” Joanne confessed as Joee continued to torment Joanne’s nipples.

“Need to get them pierced,” Joee suggested.

“Ack! Aaah, oh God,” Joanne shuddered in orgasm.

“I, did, did you just orgasm?” Joee asked, looking at Joanne’s gasping face.

“Uh huh,” Joanne weakly nodded.

Joee sat up, which pushed the fleece blanket down to Joanne’s waist. Joanne could now feel the light breeze from the air conditioning blowing directly onto her flesh. Joanne could feel the chill of her light sweat cooling in the artificial breeze created by the vent directly overhead.

Joee stripped off her tee shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. Joanne looked at Joee’s light pink areolae and nipples. She looked at Joee’s slightly soft belly, and Joee’s very pretty panties.

Joee bent and pressed her lips to Joanne’s lips, blocking off Joanne’s view. But the shifting and wiggling let Joanne know that Joee was stripping out of her pretty panties.

Joanne grunted and moaned in pleasure when the nude Joee lay on top of her, pressing her large breasts and hard nipples against Joanne’s large breasts and hard nipples.

Joee’s crotch mashed against Joanne’s crotch. Joanne could feel no hairs pressing against her own sprigs of coarse pubic hair. She could feel Joee’s wet, puffy lips pressing against her own very wet, very engorged inner lips that peeked out from the folds of her pussy.

“I, you shave?” Joanne asked.

“No,” Joee smiled, kissing Joanne’s lips.

“I, but, you, your…” Joanne protested.

“Laser,” Joee confessed. “Hated my bush; just this big old muff of dark brown. So, had it all removed.”

Joee wiggled her hips, masking her bald mound even harder against Joanne’s coarse pubic hair.

Once, Ms. Quentin, her Science teacher had them all pluck a strand of their hair from their heads and look at their hair underneath the microscope. Joanne had been fascinated to see all the bumps along the strand of her hair; to her fingertips, she could feel nothing but silky smoothness as she ran her fingers over her hair. But at 10X magnification, there were bumps.