Chapter 5

“Don’t! God, all right? Don’t!” Joee ordered.

Joee applied the numbing antiseptic cream to Joanne’s right nipple, then gripped the nipple ring between her thumb and forefinger. The chain and symbol danced when Joee gripped the small hoops.

“Hello? Anyone home?” Joee asked as she twisted Joanne’s nipple ring up and down a few times.

“Ah, shit!” Joanne hissed, feeling her crotch moisten.

“Now me,” Joee demanded, flopping onto her back.

Joanne applied the antiseptic lotion to Joee’s pierced nipples. She then flipped the hoops up and down, admiring the way the bangles danced as she did so.

“I, OMG! You, you’re touching yourself?” Joanne screeched as Joee shamelessly rubbed her slit, right in front of Joanne.

“I, uh huh,” Joee agreed, stiffening in orgasm.

“OMG! You, you nasty girl,” Joanne teased, continuing to toy with Joee’s breasts.

“Uh huh,” Joee agreed, palming Joanne’s wet sex.

“I, oh, oh don’t do that,” Joanne whined even as she spread her knees apart.

“No?” Joee asked, pinching Joanne’s clitoris between thumb and forefinger.

“I, no,” Joanne whined bucking her hips as Joee teased her.

Joee wiggled away then got to her feet. Nude, she prepared their supper. After boneless, skinless chicken breasts and squash and zucchini, Joee fixed Joanne a Harvey Wallbanger and a vodka and tonic for herself.

“We could get busy on our studying,” Joee muse, putting her empty cocktail glass into the small dishwasher behind the ornate bar.

“Yeah,” Joanne agreed, sliding her empty glass to Joee.

“Or…” Joee said, kissing Joanne. “We could make love.”

“Make love,” Joanne agreed, returning Joee’s kiss.

Upstairs, the two girls flopped onto Joee’s unmade bed. After several heated kisses and soft and not so soft touches, the girls swung into a side by side sixty nine. From there, it was a race to see who could bring the other to orgasm first. Joee won by reaching down and tugging on Joanne’s chain.

The second time, both Joee and Joanne took it slow, softly kissing and caressing each other.

After their second orgasms, Joee and Joanne simply cuddled underneath the blanket, silently touching each other underneath the blanket.

In the morning, Joee and Joanne ate ham steaks and sunny side up eggs. Nude, the two sat at the breakfast bar and studied. After lunch, Joee declared they needed to bathe. Lolling in the steamy water, they got waterlogged, but did not actually get clean.

After supper, Joanne reluctantly packed her clothes and her books. Joee pulled a long tee shirt on and gave a shiver of pleasure as the soft material of the tee shirt caressed her bare nipples. Joanne laughed; she’d experienced the same erotic sensation when she’d cinched her bar over her hoops and chain.

“I, I wish you weren’t going,” Joee admitted as the garage door rumbled upward.

“I, me too,” Joanne said.

“But, I, I’ll see you in World Economics,” Joee conceded.

In front of Murphy Dormitory, there were too many students lolling around, so Joanne and Joee had to content themselves with a quick lip to lip kiss. Joanne opened the door and grabbed book bag and laundry bag.

“I miss you already,” Joee said softly.

“Me too,” Joanne agreed, closing the door of the car.

In her dorm room, Roberta sat silently on her bed, avoiding eye contact with Joanne. Joanne studiously put everything away in her dresser drawer or closet.

“Everybody does it,” Joanne finally said.

“Huh?” Roberta asked.

“Masturbate. Everybody does it,” Joanne said, putting her notebook onto her desk top.

“I uh, yeah, maybe, but not everybody gets caught,” Roberta blurted out.

“Well thank God for that!” Joanne exclaimed.

Roberta stared at Joanne for a long moment. Then the heavy-set Latina giggled. Joanne smiled and pulled out a sleep shirt.

“Next time, I’ll knock and wait before just barging into the room,” Joanne said, casually dropping her bra.

“I, oh! Oh, that, where, when’d you do that?” Roberta asked, seeing the heavy chain and symbol suspended from Joanne’s nipples.

“Yesterday, and OMG, hurt? Girl, they hurt,” Joanne said. “Thank God, though, my friend? Gave me a big old bottle of Neosporin.”

Stepping into their World Economic class, Joanne smiled when Joee waved to her. They had to content themselves with a quick hand squeeze as Joanne sat next to Joee. Moments later, Professor Gendusa urged his bulk into the room. His TA lugged a heavy satchel with their World Economics reports. She placed the heavy satchel onto his desk, then sat at her desk and quickly took attendance.

“Taiwan is not recognized as an independent nation,” Professor Gendusa started the class.

“What? What chapter is that in?” Joanne asked.

“Oh no,” Joee mumbled, slinking down in her seat.

“China claims sovereignty over the tiny nation and the UN, the world in general is not willing to take on the world’s second largest economy,” Professor Gendusa continued, now holding a plastic covered report over his head.

“I know we didn’t…” Joanne said, rapidly flipping through her notes.

“Being a smaller nation, Taiwan is not able to confront China militarily,” Professor Gendusa said, urging his bulk up the three steps to where a cowering Joee Breaux sat. “So, one student struck upon the brilliant idea; Taiwan could buy up Chinese currency, several trillions of huan worth. Then suddenly unload the bulk of their huan. Other nations would see the Chinese huan flooding the market, would assume the huan’s value is plummeting, and unload their own holdings. When China is teetering on the brink of financial ruin, Taiwan could offer to pay off China’s debts, in exchange for their independence.”

Professor Gendusa placed the report, circled ‘100’ in front of Joee. He smiled down at her and the red head attempted to return his smile.

“To the rest of you? I have already read ‘Principles for Dealing with the Changing World Order: Why Nations Succeed and Fail’ and did not need to read your book report on the publication. And, while Adam Smith’s ‘Wealth Of Nations’ has many valid points, surely there have been other books written between two hundred and fifty years ago to today that you could have read?”

“OMG, how, where did you come up with that?” Joanne gushed when they hustled out of the class.

“Honestly?” Joee asked.

“No, Joee, lie to me please,” Joanne said.

“I baked a batch of brownies, accidentally put too much weed in it, and when I came to, I’d written seventeen pages about Taiwan and China. I read it, it looked pretty good to me, so I just looked up a bunch of stuff that backed what I’d said, and…” Joee confessed.

“Joee Breaux, you are my hero,” Joanne laughed, turning to hustle to her next class.

Exams started on Wednesday and ended on Friday. Joee and Joanne did not see each other during exams, but each night, they talked on their phones for a few hours. Each call and each text message ended with declarations of love. Thursday night’s phone call started with declarations of love and ended with declarations of love.

The World Economics exam was on Friday morning at eight am. The TA and two monitors handed out the seven page exam; Professor Gendusa was not present. Joee and Joanne carefully read each question before scribbling their answers. Joanne gave a satisfied little sigh when she finished, then raised her hand to let the TA know she’d finished her exam. A few moments later, Joee also raised her hand and the male monitor smiled as he accepted their completed exams.

“Okay, Geology and I’m done,” Joee said as she and Joanne walked out of the classroom.

“Ha! I’m done,” Joanne sang out and even did a little dance in the hallway.

“OMG, you are so silly,” Joee smiled.

They chanced a quick little kiss before Joee pushed open the door of the building. Joanne watched Joee’s skirt swish back and forth as Joee scurried away. Then with a sigh, Joanne turned toward Murphy’s Dormitory.

“Knock knock,” Joee sang out from the doorway of Joanne’s dorm room.

“Hey! Hi; how, how did you do?” Joanne asked happily.

“Pretty sure I aced it,” Joee answered. “You just about done?”

“Yeah,” Joanne said and the two girls chanced a quick kiss, sucking on each other’s tongues.

“So, what you got left to do?” Joee asked.

“Strip my bed, turn in my key,” Joanne said. “Bus leaves out of here tomorrow.”

“Bus? How, how long’s a bus take?” Joee asked.

“Hmm? From here, about five, six hours,” Joanne said.

“Five or six…how long if I take you?” Joee asked, hefting one of Joanne’s suitcases.

“Huh? About half that, I guess. But Joanne, I, I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Joanne protested.

“You didn’t. I offered,” Joee said. “Come on. Strip the bed.”

“I, okay,” Joanne agreed and did strip the linens off the bed.

It took two trips to lug everything of Joanne’s down to Joee’s car. Joee sat in the air-conditioned car while Joanne ran back up to do a final check of her room. Roberta came in just as Joanne was leaving and the two roommates wished one another a good summer. Joanne then handed her key to the third floor Dorm Monitor.

“Know what? I, I’ve been thinking about getting a pickup,” Joee mused and turned the wheel to the right instead of the left as they pulled out of the parking lot.

Boudreaux Ford had a pristine Alpine white 2018 F150 in their pre-owned car lot. The salesperson was unable to meet Joee’s eyes or the eyes of her beautiful blonde friend. Especially when a light breeze blew Joee’s skirt up just as she was stepping into the cab of the pickup truck. Her chubby buttocks were framed by pale pink thong panties; for the briefest of moments, it almost looked as if Joee was nude underneath the sundress.

After a test drive, Joee announced she would take it, and yes, she wanted the extended warranty. The young man finally met Joee’s brilliant green eyes and asked if she was trading in her Mustang.

“Nope,” Joee said, calling Ronnie Edwards, her insurance agent with Young Insurance. “Hi Mr. Edwards, hi, listen, I want to add someone to my policy; Joanne, you do have a driver’s license, right?”

The salesperson was slightly miffed when he was unable to gouge Joee with a payment plan with exorbitant interest fees. Joee handed him her American Express card and paid for the truck.

Joanne admitted she did not know the way to Joee’s house so followed Joee in the Mustang. At the gate to the gated community, Joee had the guard register her new vehicle and he smiled and gave her a temporary tag.

“Now, you need to go ahead of me,” Joee told Joanne. “I don’t have a clicker for the garage.”

Safely inside of Joee’s home, Joanne squealed in indignation; there was only one cookie left. She demanded to know just how many cookies Joee had eaten.

“Uh, bitch? They my cookies,” Joee laughed. “You like peanut butter cookies? I’m fixing make some right now.”

“Peanut butter? OMG, those, those are my favorites!” Joanne enthused. “Well, really? It’s the Girl Scout thin mints, but…”

“Oh yeah? You buy my cookies?” Joee asked, snuggling against Joanne.

“You know it,” Joanne giggled. “Girl Scout thin mints marijuana cookies? OMG!”

“They’d be the bomb,” Joee declared.

“The bomb? The Bomb? No one says the bomb anymore,” Joanne hooted.

“And no one says OMG anymore,” Joee retorted, sifting together the dry ingredients.

“I wish you weren’t going,” Joee admitted as the first batch of oversized cookies baked.

“I, yeah, me too,” Joanne said.

Joanne pouted when Joee insisted they wait until after their supper before Joanne could have a cookie. Joee used a food processor to make a cauliflower puree which she formed into a pizza crust. Joanne made gagging sounds, then squealed with laughter when Joee used a spatula to deliver a stinging slap to Joanne’s buttocks.

“It’s not terrible,” Joanne conceded as they ate the chicken and pineapple pizza.

“Now?” Joanne demanded, already prying two cookies from the baking sheet.

Joanne came to, lying on Joee’s plush bed. Her nude breasts rested against Joee’s bare back. Her breasts tingled and her crotch tingled; apparently they’d made love earlier.

“Love. I, I love you,” Joanne murmured.

“Love you too,” Joee whispered. “Still want to take a bubble bath?”

“Uh huh,” Joanne agreed.

In the semi-darkness, they filled the tub with scented bubbles. Joanne did think, if kiwi fruit did taste like the bubbles smelled, she probably wouldn’t like them very much.

“Oh, shit!” Joanne cried out, seeing the glint of light from her nipple chain and symbol.

“What? What’s wrong?” Joee asked.

“Aw crap, my, when my mom sees my nips, she’s going blow a gasket,” Joanne admitted.

“I, you, I got some pliers in the garage; you want me take them out?” Joee asked.

“No!” Joanne screeched.

If putting them in had been painful, Joanne was sure taking them out would really be painful. Her mother’s wrath was frightening to think of, but Joanne was sure the pain of being yelled at would last far shorter than the physical pain.

“Good,” Joee said, tugging at the symbol. “It’s too cute.”

“Should have seen some of the looks I got, taking showers?” Joanne giggled.

“Oh, I bet,” Joee giggled, thinking of some of the admiring glances her own nipple rings and hairless crotch had garnered in the shower at Shapes Wellness Center.

In the large tub, sinking underneath the cover of the bubbles, Joee and Joanne used their fingers on one another.

After an hour, Joee roused the sluggish Joanne. Sleepily, they toweled off, then nude, they crawled into the bed and fell asleep, limbs entwined.

In the morning, Joee made an Italian omelet, pork sausage, mozzarella cheese, and marinara sauce. She also fixed grits and hash browns to go with the large omelet.