Chapter 3

“Wife?” Diane said, somewhat drunkenly as he ambled out of the bar. “Shit! And I was going fuck you.”

“Guy at table three bought you this; congratulations on your team winning,” Odie said, putting a shot glass in front of Diane.

“What, what is it?” Diane asked, squinting drunkenly at the glass.

“Victoria Guadalupe Tequila,” Odie said.

“Vic…Ooh, the good stuff!” Diane agreed, savoring the taste of the fine tequila. “Man! That, that is mm!”

After five shots of tequila and three draft beers; Diane knew she was far too drunk to drive. Though she was loath to do so, she reached into her purse and pulled out her ‘cheaters,’ her 2x Dime store reading glasses. She tried to pull up the Uber app on her cell phone.

The bed was soft, comfortable. The pillow was a little more firm than she liked but it wasn’t too firm. Diane thought of none of this, though as she felt a warm body next to her.

The bedroom was pitch black. Diane could not see anything as she groggily raised her head. She realized that she was nude under the fleece blanket and she hated sleeping in the nude. The warm body next to her stirred slightly and Diane froze in her movements.

The Wolves had won. That much she remembered. A somewhat cute guy, Ray, had bought her some shots of tequila. He had been cute, in a scruffy way and he’d bought her some shots of tequila and she’d had two, no, three beers then had gone home with him and…

“No, no, he was married, remember?” Diane thought, realizing her bladder was threatening to pop if she didn’t find a toilet and quick.

“Hey, a sleepy voice protested when Diane crawled out of the bed.

Diane couldn’t find her clothes; she had no desire to walk through a stranger’s home nude. Who knew how many people were in the residence? But her urgent need overwhelmed her sense of modesty and she grappled for the door of the room.

Locating and opening the door, Diane was grateful that there was a nightlight that illuminated a bathroom a few steps away from the bedroom. She scurried, one arm over her breasts, the other hanging down to cover her hairless mound.

The bathroom smelled clean; an underlying hint of some sort of air freshener lingered in the air. Diane checked and the toilet seat was down. She smirked slightly; the seat was one of those plastic cushioned seats. Those seats were nice for about four or five months then the plastic started to develop cracks. In time, the cracks would widen and deepen, revealing the yellow-brown foam underneath. And the rough edges of the cracked plastic would dig into any exposed flesh.

“God, do, do you have to be such a fussy bitch about everything?” Diane asked herself. “Can’t you just enjoy a soft, comfortable toilet seat for now?”

The nightlight showed Diane where the sink was. And there was an enormous bottle of generic brand spearmint flavored mouthwash. Diane swished the mouthwash around in her mouth as she washed her hands. Then she swallowed the astringent spearmint flavored mouthwash.

In the dim lighting of the nightlight, Diane admired her breasts. In the bar, her nipples had been fairly apparent in her snug Wolves jersey. Nude, she could see her half-dollar coin sized light brown areolae and fat nipples. When constricted, her areolae would crinkle tightly and her nipples would proudly stick out 5/8ths of an inch. So, most of the Gearbox patrons had noticed her rock hard, fat nipples as she paraded around the sports bar, celebrating the Wolves’ victory.

“I, I better still have my panties; those are real silk,” Diane thought, again covering herself as best as she could as she returned to the bedroom.

When she entered the bedroom, a light was on. Diane froze, staring at the light. She would have smirked had she not been so apprehensive; the bedside lamp was a cone shaped lampshade above a plastic black and white soccer ball. Her eyes shifted from the twenty five watt lightbulb to the smiling face of Odie.

“Hey,” Odie said, wiggling out of the bed.

“Hey,” Diane agreed, looking at Odie’s beautiful cone shaped titties and pale pink areolae. She was already familiar with Odie’s pale belly, cute navel and slightly stumpy legs. Now, she was able to clearly see the little scruff of pinkish hair between Odie’s legs as the girl stood, small bedside light illuminating her nude body.

“Got to…” Odie announced, scampering from the room.

Diane glanced around the small bedroom, looking for her clothes. There was the full sized bed, a low dresser, the bedside table with small child’s soccer lamp, and a closet. There was no sign of her clothing.

“Come on; it’s three in the morning,” Odie ordered, pulling Diane back to the bed. “Way too early to…”

“Where, where are my clothes?” Diane asked, resisting the small girl’s attempts.

“Living room,” Odie giggled. “Come on; it’s too early in the morning already be up.”

“I want…” Diane started to say when Odie stood on tiptoes and softly kissed Diane’s lips.

Diane could tell that Odie had not availed herself of the mouthwash. Her breath wasn’t offensive, it just wasn’t minty fresh. The taste of Odie’s mouth was a little earthy.

“Mm,” Odie murmured as she opened her mouth.

Odie worked her tongue into Diane’s mouth, coaxing Diane’s tongue out. Effortlessly, Odie moved Diane to the bed and gently pushed Diane onto the bed. Diane sat, breaking the mouth to mouth contact.

“Remember, in the morning I’m making us my world famous biscuits and gravy,” Odie whispered, then bent to turn the light out.

Odie had to twist the knob twice and Diane realized the soccer ball lamp was a three-way lamp. She was willing to bet that the lamp had not had a three way bulb in it since the original bulb blew.

Odie pulled Diane to lie next to her. Again, she pressed her lips to Diane’s lips and the kiss again turned into a dueling of tongues. Odie’s small hand rubbed gently from Diane’s upper arm to Diane’s face.

“I’m glad you come home with me,” Odie whispered.

“I, oh, oh yeah?” Diane asked, not really knowing what else to say.

“Yeah,” Odie whispered, gave Diane one more kiss, then rolled over and snuggled down to sleep again.

Slowly, Diane lay down, staring up at the black ceiling. She felt the bed shift as Odie again wiggled.

“Come on; hold me,” Odie ordered. “Hold me like you was doing.”

“I am not a snuggler or cuddler,” Diane wanted to argue but rolled and spooned up behind the petite girl.

Odie grasped Diane’s hand and brought it up underneath her breast. On impulse, Diane softly kissed Odie’s shoulder and Odie shivered slightly.

“Told you, that, that’s my secret spot,” Odie mumbled.

“Oh? Good to know,” Diane said and again kissed Odie’s shoulder.

Of course she’d done her fair share of experimenting. Being on a soccer team, with other young, athletic ladies, it was natural to look around at the nude bodies nearby in the locker rooms. It was normal to engage in ‘mob mentality’ and grab and tickle other teammates. And when in cheap motel rooms, two to four girls in one room, it was almost expected to caress, touch, pleasure one another.

After a victorious match, it was natural to hug and kiss other teammates. Those celebratory hugs and kisses sometimes turned more passionate. And after a loss, consoling one another sometimes became intimate.

These thoughts were whirling around in Diane’s head as she gently fell asleep, a warm nude body pressed firmly against her naked body.

A soft kiss awakened her. Opening her eyes, Diane was greeted to the sight of a smiling strawberry blonde. Before Diane could say anything, Odie kissed her again.

“Come on; breakfast,” Odie said happily.

The biscuits were two large buttermilk and black pepper biscuits drowning in thick, creamy sausage gravy. Apparently, Odie had diced onions, bell pepper and jalapeno peppers and sautéed everything with pork sausage before stirring in whole milk and a tablespoon of flour.

“I go to that stupid vegan grocery store? The one right there, Oakleaf Towers?” Odie said as she poured a cup of sludge she generously called coffee for Diane. “They stone ground the wheat; once you’ve had biscuits made with stone ground? You’ll never be able to eat nothing else, I swear.”

Removing her apron, Odie sat at the small kitchen table. Apparently she was very comfortable with her nudity. Diane found herself subconsciously putting her arm across her breasts.

“This, where, this is unbelievable,” Diane said, swallowing her first mouthful of the simple but delicious fare.

“My Nana taught me,” Odie said with obvious pride. “My momma’s mom? Was a Joleit from DeGarde; itty bitty place in Louisiana. God but she could cook!”

While they ate, Odie named the various Cajun dishes she could cook. She promised, the next time Diane came over, they would have smothered steak; she loved smothered steak.

“There’s a little bit more; you want some more?” Odie asked as Diane managed, barely, to scrape the last bite from the plate.

“Odie, I’m light-headed from all that food,” Diane groaned. “Where would I put it?”

“Fine, we’ll just have it for lunch,” Odie happily declared, taking the dishes from the table.

“I’m not planning on being here for lunch,” Diane thought.

“You ready?” Odie whispered, leaning over and kissing Diane on her mouth.

“Ready?” Diane asked.

“Make love,” Odie whispered, grabbing Diane’s hand in hers and pulling Diane to her feet.

Tilting her head up slightly, Odie again kissed Diane. Her arms wrapped around Diane’s waist, pressing herself firmly against Diane.

“You said if I bring you home, you’ll show me I don’t need no man,” Odie reminded Diane.

“I did? Yeah, that sounds like something I’d say,” Diane thought as she returned Odie’s hungry kiss.

“Mm,” Odie purred as Diane used her fingernails on Odie’s scalp.

Diane was struck by how thick and lustrous the girl’s hair was. So soft and each strand was silky to the touch. Their kiss continued for a long moment, Odie holding her while Diane combed Odie’s hair.

In the bedroom, Diane eased Odie onto her back. She then urged Odie’s stumpy legs apart. Lying on top of the girl, Diane pressed her bald mound against Odie’s sprigs of pink hair. In the total darkness, Diane relied on her sense of touch to find Odie’s mouth again. Remembering something the girl had said last night/this morning, Diane’ pulled her lips from Odie’s lips and sought out Odie’s bare shoulder.

“Oh, oh that…” Odie panted her approval as Diane first kissed, then licked along Odie’s shoulder.

“I, OH!” Odie gasped out as Diane gave a not very gentle bite to Odie’s shoulder.

Her bald mound pressed firmly against Odie’s sex, Diane could feel how wet Odie was. She could also feel how wet her own sex was as she rubbed her crotch against Odie’s crotch.

“Oh, oh God,” Odie gasped out as Diane again kissed Odie’s gasping mouth.

Grabbing Odie’s small hands in hers, Diane brought Odie’s hands up. She pinned the girl’s hands above her head with her left hand while her right hand gently stroked Odie’s breasts. While her hand grasped and tugged at Odie’s left nipple, Diane continued to grind her pussy against Odie’s pussy.