Chapter 3

By all accounts, Paula was a success. But at night, laying in her small bed, staring at the ceiling of her garage/apartment, Paula felt utterly defeated.

Her mother would not talk to her. She’d reached out a few times, hoping that time had softened her mother’s heart. Time had only hardened Don Pho Soo’s resolve.

A few of their classmates had come in, had squealed and shrilled happily to see Paula. They had told Paula that Laci was engaged to Lance Corporal Carl Boudreaux.

She’d cried herself to sleep the first time she’d heard that information. She let a few tears slide the second time she’d heard the news of Laci’s engagement. The next few times, she managed to smile and say she hoped that they’d have a long and happy life together.

It was a slow Tuesday in September. The air outside was blistering; through the large window Paula could actually see the air shimmering off of the asphalt.

Because of school, the theater had a showing at twelve noon, then did not have another showing until four fifteen. Paula watched the occasional car whiz past along the highway.

Then it began to get dark. Black, angry looking clouds rolled in so quickly, the outside security light had not even clicked on yet.

“Oh boy, we’re in for it now!” Paula giggled, actually enthralled by thunderstorms.

A quarter of a mile away, Rosie Hernandez had tired of listlessly wandering around her apartment complex. Her mother had not paid their cable bill, so they had no television, or Internet.

She did wonder what her mother had done with the two hundred and fifty dollars, her half of the winnings from Yum Yum Ice Cream. But Rosie knew, asking would just earn her a slap across her face. Along with a screaming lecture on all the sacrifices Anita Hernandez had made for her daughter, her ungrateful daughter.

Rosie felt the pockets of her denim cutoffs and dug out a five dollar bill. An ice cream cone, or even a hot fudge sundae did sound good; the air was so hot, so thick she could hardly breathe.

So, she started walking toward Yum Yum Ice Cream. Just as the driveway of the ice cream shop and movie theater came into view, clouds rolled in. Rosie quickened her pace. At the mouth of the driveway, the air shimmered and sizzled with a lightning strike. The clap of thunder was immediate, deafening. Rosie was temporarily blinded by the horrific flash.

Then the bottom dropped out. Within seconds, she was drenched. When she regained her sight, she could hardly make out the outline of the small building through the sheets of rain. She sprinted, as best as she could in her ragged flip flops.

“Oh my God, you’re soaked!” Paula exclaimed as Rosie scampered into the building.

The white Yum Yum tee shirt was translucent and Paula saw that Rosie wore no bra. Her 32B breasts were small, round, a dusky brown in color. Each was capped with a dark brown nipple that was crinkled hard in the chill air of the small building.

The tee shirt also clung to the girl’s flat belly, and showed that she had an adorable little nick for a belly button.

Her calf length black hair was plastered to her beautiful face and Rosie brushed it back out of her large black eyes. She offered a crooked smile to the Asian girl that was walking toward her.

“Didn’t see that coming,” she said just as another clap of thunder boomed out.

“Come on, Sweetheart, you’re going catch your death of cold,” Paula ordered and unlocked the door to her apartment.

Rosie allowed herself to be pulled into the dark makeshift apartment. Paula shoved her toward the shower.

“Go ahead, get in the shower,” Paula ordered. “I’ll get you another tee shirt.”

Rosie did not hesitate. She stripped off the soggy tee shirt and dropped her denim shorts to the bathroom floor where they landed with a wet ‘plop.’

Paula saw the girl’s hairless cleft and her mouth went dry. Then Rosie turned and Paula was looking at a compact butt.

Paula wrung out Rosie’s shorts and tee shirt into the sink, then threw them into her dryer. She then lay another Yum Yum tee shirt onto the towel rack.

Then, even though she wanted to climb into the shower with the unnamed girl, Paula forced herself to go back out to the store.

“Son of a biscuit,” a man said as he entered the building. “It is coming down out there!”

“Yeah it is,” Paula agreed.

He ordered a cheeseburger and a strawberry malt. Not a shake, a malt. Paula made sure to give him an extra squirt of the malt flavoring and he nodded with satisfaction. Then he smiled as she squirted the dollop of whipped cream on top of the frothy drink.

Paula kept an eye on her apartment door but the girl never did come back out. There was no way for the girl to escape from the converted garage without setting off the fire alarm.

Just as the man stepped out into the unrelenting rain, Rosie came padding back into the store.

“Kept waiting my shorts to dry,” she explained. “Still not dry though.”

Paula looked down at the hem of the girl’s tee shirt, hoping to get another glimpse of the girl’s hairless pussy. She admired the girl’s slim, tanned legs, her dainty feet But the hem reached down too far for her to see the girl’s bald pussy.

“Why DO they call it a pussy?” Paula almost said aloud.

“So, what you want?” Paula smiled at the girl.

“Oh! My money! It’s in my shorts!” Rosie exclaimed and turned to fetch her shorts.

“Don’t worry about that; what you want?” Paula asked, grabbing the girl’s hand and pulling her to stand next to her behind the counter.

“Um, hot fudge sundae maybe?” the girl asked.

“I’m Paula,” Paula said. “Paula Don.”

“I know, I see you on TV,” Rosie said. “My cousin and me? We say, ‘we go make ice cream, bet we win.'”

“Pineapple jalapeno,” Paula remembered. “It was good.”

“It was the best,” Rosie said proudly.

“So, what’s your name?” Paula asked as she quickly made a hot fudge sundae.

“Oh! Rosie,” Rosie said. “Rosie Hernandez.”

She perched on a stool and ate the ice cream. In between bites, she and Paula chatted; there was no one else in the building. The pounding rain would be sure to keep most customers away for the foreseeable future.

Paula was relieved to find out that Rosie was nineteen years old, almost twenty. Then, when Rosie scraped the last of her sundae from the bottom of the fluted glass, Paula took it from the counter.

“No, no, let me, I wash,” Rosie insisted.

“Dishwasher,” Paula nodded toward the large stainless steel contraption.

“Oh,” Rosie said, standing next to Paula as Paula slid the rack into the front end of the machine.

“And…” Paula said and hit the button to start the machine.

Then she resumed standing at the counter, leaning forward on her elbows. Rosie came and stood next to Paula. Both looked out at the rain. It may have popped up like the occasional pop up thundershower, but this storm would not pass as quickly as the usual thundershower.

Lazily, Paula began running her hand up and down the back of the girl. The girl’s long hair was still slightly damp from her shower, but Paula could feel the girl’s warm flesh underneath the tips of her fingers.

Rosie did not object to the casual contact. In fact, the four foot eleven inch girl actually leaned and put her head on Paula’s shoulder for a moment.

The contact may have seemed lazy, casual. But Paula was relishing the contact, the soft touches. When Rosie put her head on Paula’s shoulder for that brief moment, Paula actually fought down the urge to kiss the girl on her full, pouting lips.

Paula let her hand drop lower. Gently, maintaining her casual semblance, Paula ran her hand over Rosie’s compact backside.

“He he,” Rosie giggled slightly. “Like my butt?”

“Yeah, like that butt,” Paula confessed and chanced a squeeze to Rosie’s firm buttocks.

Rosie wiggled her buttocks and both girls giggled. Then Paula gave the girl’s buttocks another squeeze.

When that did not cause Rosie to move away, did not cause the girl to protest, Paula again caressed and squeezed the delectable buttocks.

Rosie did squeak slightly when the hem of her tee shirt was flipped up and Paula’s hand touched her bare buttocks.

“Oh!” she gasped, mouth open when Paula’s fingers grazed her tightly clenched anus.

When Paula’s hand touched Rosie’s slick pussy lips, Rosie turned her head and looked at Paula. Paula leaned forward, lips puckered.

“Son of a gun! Is it pouring out there!” Tammy Wells, one of Paula’s employees shrilled as she dashed into the building.

“Come on, let’s see if them shorts are dry yet,” Paula said, heart thudding in her chest.

Paula did not know if any of her employees knew of her homosexuality or not. She was not ready to announce it to any of them, though. It might be the twenty first century, but Southwestern Louisiana wasn’t as open minded as the larger metropolitan areas might be. So, even though Paula was displeased at Tammy’s appearance, she was grateful that her employee had not come in three seconds later, had not caught her kissing the attractive Latin woman though.

Mutely, Rosie followed Paula into the garage. Her shorts and tee shirt were now dry. Rosie began to take off the tee shirt she was wearing.

Keep it,” Paula said. “That way? Got two of them.”

“Gracios,” Rosie said.

She dug her five dollar bill out of her pocket and offered it to Paula.

“No, no, keep it,” Paula said, clasping Rosie’s hand in her own.

“Gracios, Amiga,” Rosie smiled.

“Si, Amiga,” Paula smiled and joined Tammy at the counter.

“Almost didn’t come; you look at that?” Tammy said. “Couldn’t even see the road, I swear!”

“Oh, this is Rosie Hernandez; she was the one won the ice cream contest,” Paula said as Rosie rejoined them.

“Had some of that; God it was good!” Tammy praised.

The rain let up at around seven. By eight thirty, it had stopped altogether. Even so, the dinner rush was very light. By nine thirty, Paula sent Tammy home; they’d had a total of seven customers from the time Tammy walked in until now.

And Rosie was still there, quietly sitting at a stool. She smiled at the customers, did chat with the few that chatted with her. But for the most part, she just sat.

“Want another sundae?” Paula asked when it was just the two of them.

“Um, maybe cheeseburger?” Rosie asked.

Paula dropped two patties onto the grill. Then she flipped them over and slapped the thick slab of American cheese onto the patties.

She then dressed each bun and put two plates down. She then walked around the counter and sat next to Rosie. Quietly, the two ate their dinner.

“Need me run you on home?” Paula asked as she slid the last trap of dirty dishes into the dishwasher, turned off the grill, and locked the refrigerator doors.

“Um, no, we um, maybe?” Rosie shyly asked and ran her hand up and down Paula’s back.

Paula turned off the shop’s lights, unlocked her apartment door, and pulled Rosie into the dark room. The small floor lamp cast a soft glow over the bed as Paula pulled the Latin woman to sit on the edge.

For a few moments, Paula did gently run her hand up and down Rosie’s back, over Rosie’s tee shirt. Then she wormed the edge of the tee shirt up and put her hand underneath, to lightly stroke Rosie’s bare flesh.

Rosie leaned forward and gently touched Paula’s lips with her own. Then she opened her mouth and licked Paula’s lips. Paula accepted the invitation and sucked Rosie’s tongue into her mouth. She could taste the cheeseburger and potato chips and orange soda. She now wished she had not had the onions with her own cheeseburger.

Rosie’s soft hands caressed Paula’s face. When they broke the kiss, Rosie muttered words of endearment, in Spanish. Paula repeated the words, agreeing with the slender girl.

Rosie tugged on the hem of Paula’s work shirt and Paula quickly slipped the blouse up and off. She kicked her shoes off and wiggled out of her khaki trousers.

“Wait, let me, I do it,” Rosie whispered as Paula began to struggle with her lacy bra.

She pulled Paula to sit back on the small bed. Rosie kissed around Paula’s shoulders and chest, then unhooked Paula’s bra and eased the scrap away from Paula’s small breasts.

“Oh, beautiful,” she murmured and began to gently suckle on one of Paula’s hard nipples.

Rosie licked and sucked Paula’s small breasts, then gently nibbled her way down Paula’s belly, toward Paula’s bikini panties. She eased Paula until Paula was laying back on her bed. Rosie knelt on the bed as she worked.

“Oh God,” Paula moaned as the girl tugged her panties down her chubby thighs.

She could feel the curtain of Rosie’s thick hair tickling her flesh as Rosie’s head moved lower. When the hair was tickling her upper thighs, Paula bent to look down. She could see the top of Rosie’s head, but Rosie’s long hair hid everything else from view.

Then she felt Rosie’s hot breath blowing across her overheated pussy. The breath sparked a shudder in Paula’s belly. She gave a grunt when she felt Rosie’s small fingers toying with her wet slit.

Rosie slowly licked up and down Paula’s wet pussy. She then waggled her tongue from side to side, playfully batting Paula’s light purple pussy lips. Then she again licked up and down the wet slit.

Rosie delved her tongue deep into Paula’s pussy, lapping up Paula’s excitement. She drove two fingers into Paula’s pussy and sucked on Paula’s throbbing clitoris.

“Ugh!” Paula grunted loudly in orgasm.

“Oh, so beautiful,” Rosie again declared and hummed as she sucked up Paula’s juices.

She sucked and fingered Paula’s pussy to a second orgasm. Then she wiggled out of her own clothing and lay next to a gasping Paula.

When Paula was able to, she gently caressed Rosie’s face, then kissed the girl’s full lips. The two kissed and touched softly. Then Paula lowered her head toward Rosie’s breasts.

Again, Rosie shuddered and muttered words of love in Spanish as Paula travelled down from Rosie’s throat to her breasts. Lying on her back, Rosie’s breasts were barely more than bumps on her slender frame. But her dark nipples stood out, hard and proud.

Paula teased each breast bump, avoiding direct contact with Rosie’s nipples. Then she lapped at each nipple. Rosie shuddered in pleasure when Paula blew warm breath over the wet nubs.