Chapter 1

Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using the built in tools of Microsoft Word. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

The rain came down in sheets; it had been steadily raining for the past three hours. Three hours. Three long, boring hours of standing, watching the downpour, watching the rain keep any customers out of Becky’s Brownies.

Violetta Adams sat at the wobbly table in the kitchen/back room of the franchise, doing her Sociology 214 assignment. She was in her last semester at Samuel Connor Community College, earning an Associate Degree in Accounting. Tiffany Adams, no relation was standing at the counter, leaning against the Formica countertop, watching and waiting. A sudden flash of lightening and an immediate boom of thunder caused both girls to squeal.

“That was close!” Tiffany announced. “I mean, there was the flash and then, that big old ‘BOOM!’ not even a whole second after.”

“I know,” Violetta agreed, closing her book and powering her laptop down.

She joined Tiffany at the counter, watching the deluge outside. She could not even see her car, parked across the parking lot, facing the street. Standing this close to Tiffany, Violetta could smell the other girl’s sweat and cheap skin lotion. Playfully, she nudged Tiffany with her shoulder.

“Quit!” Tiffany giggled, returning the playful shoulder bump.

Violetta looped a casual arm around the slightly shorter, somewhat chubby blonde’s waist. Tiffany looped her arm around Violetta’s waist then both girls jumped when there was a flash of lightning and an immediate and terrific clap of thunder. Violetta squeezed Tiffany tightly as both girls squealed.

Both girls squealed again when the small shop was plunged into darkness. They held one another for a long moment, eyes wide as they waited for the lights to return.

“Well, shit,” Violetta stated, releasing Tiffany.

“What? Where, where are you going?” Tiffany quavered.

“Emergency shut down,” Violetta announced, beginning to flick the warming trays off, one by one.

“What? Why, why you doing that?” Tiffany asked.

“Let’s say power comes back on at oh, three thirty in the morning,” Violetta explained. “Brownies get all dried out? Or? Catch on fire?”

“Oh,” Tiffany agreed.

Violetta turned off the burners that sat underneath each displayed tray of ooey-gooey brownies. When this task was concluded, Violetta locked the display cases, then turned to the store’s cash register. A flash of lightning and boom of thunder rattled the store’s windows and Tiffany squealed. Locating the single key, Violetta locked the cash drawer securely. Then, she turned and made sure the large commercial grade coffee grinders and coffee pots were turned off. Her final act was to march to the front door of the store, heavy key ring in hand. A flash and boom greeted her the moment she touched the door.

“Hurry,” Tiffany’s voice begged from the darkness.

“Don’t be a big baby,” Violetta teased, but did lock the door quickly.

“Oh! Wait, my, my phone’s got a flashlight!” Tiffany suddenly remembered.

“Uh huh. And where is your phone?” Violetta asked, returning to stand next to the cute eighteen year old girl.

“Shit! Locker,” Tiffany realized.

“Uh huh,” Violetta giggled, again looping her arm around Tiffany’s waist. “And it’s locked with a combination lock, right?”

“Damn it! Yeah. So, waddayawannadonow?” Tiffany asked, jumping as another flash of lightening streaked; the clap of thunder came a few seconds afterward.

“It’s what? Seven? Seven thirty? I can’t leave until nine at the earliest,” Violetta sighed.

“And, way it’s raining?” Violetta continued; they could hear the steady downpour overhead. “No way would I be able to drive in this anyway.”

“So, waddayawannadonow?” Tiffany repeated.

Violetta could smell Tiffany’s light sweat, cheap skin lotion, strawberry scented shampoo. She could feel Tiffany’s warm flesh through the beige and brown ‘Becky’s Brownies’ polyester uniform blouse, feel Tiffany’s slightly pudgy waist, Tiffany’s long light blonde hair tickling her bare arm.

In the darkness, Violetta could not see Tiffany’s oval face, pale skin, slightly large nose and pouting, sweet pouting lips. She could not see Tiffany’s splotch of acne on her cheeks, her light blue eyes or crooked smile.

“Do it,” Violetta told herself and leaned over.

“Mmph!” Tiffany grunted in alarm as Violetta pressed her pouting lips against Tiffany’s plump lips.

“That. That’s what I want to do; that’s what I been wanting to do ever since you started working here,” Violetta whispered, pulling Tiffany tightly against herself.

“Mmph!” Tiffany grunted as Violetta kissed her a second time.

Hugging Tiffany, Violetta worked her tongue into Tiffany’s sweet mouth. Her hand dropped from Tiffany’s waist to Tiffany’s chubby bubble butt. Slowly, Tiffany’s arms went around Violetta’s waist, returning Violetta’s hug and kiss.

“Mm,” Tiffany moaned into the kiss.

“Mm,” Violetta agreed, sucking on Tiffany’s soft tongue.

She fondled Tiffany’s sweet, delicious bubble butt. Then Viloetta brought her hand around and gently cupped Tiffany’s slightly small breasts through the polyester uniform blouse and bra.

“Oh!” Tiffany gasped out, a sudden flash of lightning illuminating her beautiful blue eyes before the clap of thunder rattled the store’s windows.

Violetta again kissed Tiffany, pressing herself firmly against the girl’s front. Tiffany returned Violetta’s kiss while Violetta’s hands roamed freely over Tiffany’s small breasts and chubby buttocks.

“Couch,” Violetta panted. “Couch’s back here.”

In the total darkness, both girls stepped gingerly. Violetta grunted when her hip struck the wobbly table. But that small bump let her know the target was just a few steps to the left.

Before they sat on the couch, Violetta wiggled out of her ‘Becky’s Brownies’ blouse and bra. Using her left foot, she slid her right foot out of the tennis shoe, then repeated the maneuver to slide the left shoe off. She unsnapped and unzipped her jeans before joining Tiffany on the couch.

“OW!” Tiffany giggled when their foreheads slapped together.

“Hard head!” Violetta playfully accused, kissing Tiffany again.

Me?” Tiffany giggled, then gasped when she realized Violetta was semi-nude.

Her hands were hesitant at first, but as they kissed, Tiffany grew bolder in her exploration of Violetta’s flesh. Tiffany did not protest when Violetta’s hand reached underneath her blouse, pushing the cups of her bra up.

A boom of thunder sounded; it was not as loud as the previous strikes had been. But the rain continued its heavy hammering overhead.

“Oomph!” Tiffany grunted when Violetta pinched her nipple, hard.

Violetta worked blouse and bra off of Tiffany. After a soft, teasing kiss and lick to Tiffany’s lips, Violetta bent her head and captured one of Tiffany’s nipples in her mouth. She wished she could see; she wanted to know if Tiffany’s nipples were pale pink or perhaps light brown in color. She could feel Tiffany’s small breasts but wished she could see them, could admire them.

“Oooohh!” Tiffany let out a long moan as Violetta softly nipped at Tiffany’s hard nub.

Violetta delivered another soft bite to Tiffany’s nipple before switching to the other nipple. She worked her left hand down the front of her own panties, over her thick profusion of brown curls. She moaned as her fingers found her drooling pussy.

“AUGH!” Tiffany grunted and shuddered as Violetta gave her nipple a somewhat hard bite.

Tiffany did not object when Violetta worked her snug jeans and panties down and over her wide hips. A crash of thunder drowned out Tiffany’s gasp when Violetta’s fingers encountered Tiffany’s very wet slit.

Sinking to her knees on the hard concrete floor, Violetta could smell Tiffany’s arousal. She pulled Tiffany’s plump legs until Tiffany’s buttocks were perched at the very edge of the cheap sofa’s cushion. Looping the girl’s thighs over her shoulders, Violetta brought her face close to Tiffany’s lightly furred pussy.

“AUGH! I, oh, oh Violetta, that…” Tiffany grunted out as Violetta thrust two fingers into Tiffany’s swampy pussy. Reaching out with her tongue, Violetta swiped up and down Tiffany’s wet slit, searching for Tiffany’s clitoris.

The rumble of thunder was farther away now. The rain continued to thrum overhead as Violetta licked and sucked Tiffany’s fragrant pussy. Locating Tiffany’s clitoris, Violetta delivered a forceful suck to the small nub. Tiffany let out a loud squeal, clamping her thighs firmly around Violetta’s head.

“Mmng!” Violetta screamed as her own fingers brought her to orgasm.

“I, oh, oh God! Aaieegh!” Tiffany shrieked in climax, drenching Violetta’s face.

Violetta released Tiffany’s clitoris and lapped at Tiffany’s drooling pussy, savoring the girl’s nectar. Her two, now three fingers thrust forcefully into Tiffany’s sex as she tasted the girl’s essences.

“Aaieegh!” Tiffany shrieked in orgasm as Violetta sucked hard on Tiffany’s clitoris once more.

After the third climax, Violetta pulled her fingers from Tiffany’s sloppy pussy. She sat once more on the couch while Tiffany grunted and panted, trying to catch her breath. Violetta embraced the girl; Tiffany twisted and pressed her lips to Violetta’s lips.

Then, with a fairly audible ‘whoosh!’ and immediate hum, the electricity came on again. Violetta blinked in the sudden, harsh fluorescent lighting and Tiffany let out a squeal of alarm.

Her nipples were pale pink. Her cute little breasts looked like lemon halves on her pudgy torso. Her pale belly had an adorable nick of a navel and her plump pubic mound was covered by a scrub of pale blonde curls.

Violetta hurriedly pulled her bra and uniform blouse on, and left the back room. The clock on the cash register reset the moment she twisted the key, announcing that it was 8″27 in the evening; they had another hour and thirty three minutes until closing. While Tiffany dressed, Violetta unlocked the front door, then methodically flipped switches, reopening the store for any customers that might brave the torrential rains for an ooey gooey brownie and a mug of freshly ground coffee.

“My cell phone says its eight thirty,” Tiffany mumbled, adorable hot blush on her chubby face.

“Mm hmm,” Violetta agreed, watching the sheets of rain sweeping along the lighted parking lot.

“I uh… That, uh, what, what we done…” Tiffany stammered, unable to look at Violetta.

“I’m not ashamed of what I am,” Violetta declared, intentionally turning to face Tiffany. “You hear? I’m not ashamed to be gay. And I’m not sorry for what we done back in the back there. Okay?”

“I, I… I need go tinkle,” Tiffany stammered, hurrying from the counter.

For the rest of the empty shift, Tiffany put space between herself and Violetta. Violetta respected the space, allowing Tiffany her distance and security.

At 9:51, the rain had slowed to big fat drops. Violetta saw Michael Adams, Tiffany’s father pull up to the curb, headlights shining directly into the shop.

“Go on; I got this,” Violetta offered, waving a friendly wave to Tiffany’s father. The man smiled and tapped his car horn; an acknowledgement of Violetta’s greeting.

“So, waddayawannadonow?” Violetta asked herself as the heavy glass door swung closed behind Tiffany.

At 9:54, Violetta began turning off the heating elements underneath the pans. She grabbed two oven mitts and began transferring the very warm brownie trays from case to the large refrigerator in the rear of the store. Each pan had their own space; three pans to each shelf. Violetta started with the least popular brownie selections; they were not actually closed just yet.

At 10:02, Violetta completed the entire shut down sequence. Then she clocked out and shut off the cash register. Her last act before stepping out of the dark store was to punch the alarm code into the digital panel next to the door.

The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle when she locked the front door and glanced up and down the covered walkway of the strip mall. No one was standing or walking along the sidewalk and no one was lurking in the parking lot as she slogged through the deep puddles toward her car.

In her small apartment, Violetta showered that day’s sweat from her flesh and long honey blonde hair. Then, leaning against the shower wall, warm spray splashing against her chest, Violetta relived the illicit and exciting moment in the pitch black back room, making love to a beautiful, chubby eighteen year old blonde. She parted her dark brown bush, seeking her fat clitoris.

“Fuck, fuck yes!” she hissed, knees buckling in orgasm.

At 1:26 in the morning, a text message arrived. Violetta jolted awake when her cell phone buzzed twice, alerting her to the message.

‘Sorry’ from an unknown number.

‘Who is this?’ Violetta responded.

“Oh,” Violetta said out loud, then added, “Sorry? Sorry for what?”

‘Why R U sorry?’ Violetta typed out, squinting through one eye in the dark bedroom.

‘Got scared’ Tiffany admitted.

‘No big deal’ Violetta replied.

Several minutes passed with no response. Violetta put the cell phone onto the nightstand again and fluffed up her pillow. She thought, again, that she really did need to buy a better pillow.

“One that doesn’t smell like spilled beer,” Violetta mumbled, rolling onto her side.

‘Liked it too much’ Tiffany finally responded.

Violetta smiled but did not respond to the text message. She put the cell phone onto the nightstand once more and rolled onto her other side.

“So, waddayawannadonow? Maybe get one of them pillows that stays cool the whole night,” Violetta mumbled.

‘Talk to me?’ Tiffany sent at 6″43 the next morning.

“Get two pillows,” Violetta thought, smiling as she read Tiffany’s text message. “In case she spends the night.”

***Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.

I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.

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Becky’s Brownies, the overpriced franchise is introduced in ‘Grandfather Clock’ in the Lesbian Sex category.

Violetta’s college, Samuel Connor Community College is introduced in ‘Evidently…’ in the Loving Wives category. Samuel Connor is introduced in ‘Swill’ in the Anal category.

Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.