Chapter 9

“Come on; we’re doing that again,” Nina said, picking up her cardboard sheet.

The two did ride the slide three more times. The last time down, Brooke allowed herself to be talked into belly down, face first. She screamed and laughed the entire way down.

“Nina Crowder, you got to be the coolest girl I ever met!” Brooke squealed when she came to rest.

The young man did not offer any refund when Brooke and Nina carried their cardboard sheets to him. So Nina kept one sheet and carried it to the trunk of her car. She drew a large heart and put her name, then had Brooke sign her own name, then wrote the date. Then she put the sheet into the trunk of her car.

“It, it’s our first date,” Nina said, slamming the trunk shut.

“O! That, that’s so sweet!” Brooke said, eyes becoming shiny.

“So, where’s this pizza place?” Nina asked, unlocking the passenger door.

“Remember where Twisters is? Brick’s is right next to it,” Brooke said, getting into the passenger seat.

While Nina and Brooke were waiting for their large Supreme, add jalapenos, Kevin Dorchette sullenly pulled away from Castlerook Condominiums. Next to him, Stephanie looked at her phone.

“Mr. Dorchette, I told you, fifty to seventy thousand,” Stephanie quietly, firmly stated. “That was what? Eighty nine?”

Inside, Stephanie was anything but quiet and calm. She felt like she was on the verge of tears. Yet another man was trying to push and bully and intimidate her. Yet another man was trying to take advantage of her, was ignoring what she wanted.

“This is my money. This is my money. I have a right to get what I want,” Stephanie kept repeating to herself as Kevin turned toward the next home on his list.

“This next one, on Hastings?” Kevin said, putting on what he knew was a seductive smile.

“You know where two sixteen Conway Road is?” Stephanie asked, seeing a listing for a three bedroom, two bathroom home at 216 Conway Road.

“I uh, yes, yes I do, but, Ms. Cimo, Conway Road? That uh, that neighborhood is kind of…” Kevin tried to lie.

Lori Knowles was the listing agent for 216 Conway Road. Just like Unit 105 at the Castlerook Condominiums, Kevin was the listing agent of 1412 Hastings Creek. If he could sell one of his listings, he would get double commission.

And the last time Kevin had seen 216 Conway Road, the home was going for sixty two thousand. Standard commission on sixty two thousand would hardly be worth his while. The suit he was wearing cost more than the commission on that sale.

“Mr. Dorchette, I really would like to look at it,” Stephanie stated. “If you won’t show it to me, I’ll just contact, um, Lori Knowles and have her show it to me.”

“But fourteen twelve Hastings…” Kevin argued.

“Is seventy nine, know what? Take me back to the motel,” Stephanie ordered.

“Okay, okay, we’ll go take a look at it,” Kevin grumbled.

“Standard commission was better than no commission. Keven drove to the home.

“Now, what’s wrong with this neighborhood?” Stephanie demanded, looking at the homes around them.

True, many of the homes were older structures. Some looked quite weathered. But none of the houses had cars in the front yards, cars sitting on cinder blocks. Stepping out of Kevin’s Mercedes-Benz, Stephanie did not hear loud rap music booming. Instead, she heard two lawnmowers whining and whirring. She heard someone playing a violin somewhere. Playing it badly, but it was a violin, not an electric guitar or electric bass or a set of drums.

The house itself had recently been painted a striking goldenrod yellow with dark brown trim. The garage door had been painted beige and the front door was a rustic red.

As Kevin sullenly entered his number into the digital lock box, the violin stopped. Kevin removed the key from the lock box and unlocked the front door.

The interior still had that fresh paint smell, but it wasn’t overwhelming. Stephanie liked the soft eggshell color and the honey colored woodwork as well as the pale blue short pile carpeting.

“Knock knock,” a woman’s voice called out as Kevin and Stephanie entered the kitchen.

“Hello?” Stephanie asked, peering into the living room.

A striking strawberry blonde woman entered, wearing a short robe over a bright red, white and blue bikini. The bikini top was struggling to contain two round globes and the bikini bottom was just a scrap of patriotic colors barely dangling around the woman’s round hips.

In the woman’s arms was a small girl with strawberry blonde hair, dressed in a short dress. Behind the blonde woman and girl was a tall, handsome man with short brown hair and hazel eyes. The man was dressed in swim trunks and wore no shirt.

“Hi, we’re the Jensens; we live at,” the strawberry blonde woman smiled, then squealed. “Oh my God! Who does your hair?”

“Hi, Jack Jensen,” Jack said to Kevin, then mock-squealed. “Oh my God! What did you think of the NFL Draft? What about those Blue Jays baseball team? And who does your nails?”

“Oh, shut up,” Nadine laughed at her husband. “Hi, like I said, we live right next door. I’m Nadine, this is my husband Jack, and this beautiful little violin player is Jadine.”

“That was you I was hearing? You’re very good,” Stephanie lied.

“But seriously, who does your hair?” Nadine asked, even reaching out her free hand and combing her fingers through Stephanie’s hair.

“I uh, I do,” Stephanie stammered, oddly titillated by Nadine’s intimate touch. “B But, where do you get yours done?”

“I don’t,” Nadine screwed up her face in displeasure. “I haven’t found anywhere I like ever since moving here from DeGarde.”

“you. Are. Kidding. Me!” Stephanie squealed. “I worked at T. Dayton! In Bender?”

“Get out of here, you did not! When? I never seen you there,” Nadine squealed, putting Jadine down.

“Last, oh God, I moved here four months ago, opened up my own place,,” Stephanie said, digging out a business card.

“Salon…right next to Zydeco’s?” Nadine squealed.

“Come on, buddy,” Jack said, guiding Kevin toward the kitchen. “We’ll be deaf we hang around them much longer.

“What?” Kevin said and the two men chuckled.

“The owner just had this place painted; you ever hear of Pearl Painters? Owner lives right up the street; that really cute pink house,” Nadine said, guiding Stephanie toward the hall bathroom. “And in here? I keep teling Jack I want one of these; he put in a Jacuzzi tub.”

“Swimming pool and hot tub right there in the back yard,” Jack called out. “We don’t need a whirlpool tub.”

The light blue paint and the gleaming white sink, commode and tub were accented by the pale blue ceramic tiled floor.

“Miss Stefnee, you got any kids?” Jadine asked.

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart, no I don’t,” Stephanie smiled down at the four year old girl.

“Want to steal her?” Nadine joked.

“Fee to take her,” Jack said as the three females came out of the bathroom. “Five thousand for us to take her back.”

“Daddy, that’s not very nice,” Nadine smiled and took Stephanie’s hand to guide her to the kitchen. “And in here? “All new appliances; oh my God, should have seen the ugly avocado green stuff he had in here before. Can you say ‘Seventies?'”

Nadine sold the house; Kevin just stood and let the beautiful woman take Stephanie from room to room, pointing out the upgrades and features.

“And we live right next door to you,” Nadine pointed again toward their home. And as you heard, we have a swimming pool.”

Nadine leaned close to Stephanie after verifying that Jadine was chattering to Mr. Kevin about violins and horsies. Nadine put an arm around Stephanie’s waist.

“It’s clothing optional; we have an eight foot privacy fence around the yard,” Nadine whispered into Stephanie’s ear.

“I uh, I…” Stephanie stammered, wondering if the crotch of her shorts showed her interest in the ‘clothing optional’ features of the Jensen pool.

“Okay, they’re asking sixty two?” Stephanie asked Kevin after looking at the large walk-in shower in the master bathroom.

“Yes; originally listed for…” Kevin said.

“Offer them sixty two,” Stephanie ordered. “I can put down twenty percent right now.”

(As Stephanie was tapping out the transfer on her phone, Ronald James was discovering that his fuck toy had changed the password on her bank account, preventing him from taking her money. The password had been R — S and his eight digit birthday. He tried several different possibilities, never imagining F for Fuck, Y for You R for Ronald, N for Nina, I for I’m and F for Free and yesterday’s date.)

“Okay, we can meet tomorrow at Fletcher, Jensen, neidelon and Associates,” Kevin verified. “Ja…”

“I have an availability at nine. That’ll work?” Jack smiled.

“That will most definitely work,” Stephanie laughed happily.

“Yay!” Nadine cheered and pressed her large breasts and sleek belly against Stephanie as they embraced. “See you around, neighbor.”

“Yes, see you, neighbor,” Stephanie agreed happily.

As Stephanie was watching Nadine’s perfect buttocks jiggle as the neighbors walked away, both father and mother holding onto Jadine’s hands, Nina and Brooke were parked behind the baseball bleachers at Connor Park, steaming up the windows of Nina’s car.

“Ohmygod, I mean,” Brooke panted as Nina’s hot mouth sucked at Brooke’s half-dollar sized pale pink nipple.

Nina silenced Brooke’s words with a passionate kiss. While Brooke was sucking on Nina’s pizza flavored tongue, Nina was unzipping Brooke’s shorts.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, Nina!” Brooke squealed as Nina’s fingers thrust into Brooke’s sloppy pussy.

Nina tossed Brooke’s shorts into the front seat, then trailed kisses down from Brooke’s 30B breasts, over Brooke’s soft belly to Brooke’s sparse thatch of light blonde hairs. Nina knelt on the seat and spread Brooke’s thighs apart.

“Mm oh augh, ohmygod!” Brooke screamed in orgasm as Nina’s mouth and fingers pleasured Brooke’s wet pussy.

Nina’s other hand was down the front of her shorts and panties, frantically rubbing her own pussy. Brooke had a very pleasant taste of musk and sweat and salt. Brooke’s orgasm intensified the musky sweetness of the blonde’s pussy.

Nina licked and fingered Brooke to four screaming, thrashing orgasms before wiggling up to lie on top of the grunting, moaning girl.

“Oh Nina!” Brooke finally groaned. “Oh, I mean, ohmygod, oh, I, I love you.”

“Love you too,” Nina whispered and kissed Brooke softly.

“I, oh, okay, I’m, I’m going, I’ve never, I mean, shit! I never even thought of, I mean, how’d you know you gay?” Brooke babbled.

“Christine,” Nina admitted and kissed Brooke again. “But Brooke, don’t, you don’t have…”

“Oh no, no ma’am!” Brooke demanded, pouting. “Think you going to…and I don’t get to?”

Brooke wiggled and Nina wiggled until Brooke was lying on top of Nina. The two women kissed again, then Brooke wiggled down and took one of Nina’s hard nipples into her mouth. She bit down lightly and sucked forcefully at the nub. Then she pulled her mouth off of the nipple with a loud ‘pop.’

“Oh! My braces! I mean, I gave Jeff a blow job and he said I ripped a whole bunch of hair,” Brooke worried.

Nina smiled and wiggled her shorts and panties down to mid-thigh. She pointed down and Brooke squealed when she saw Nina’s bald mound.

Brooke wiggled forward and happily kissed Nina. Brooke’s crotch mashed against Nina’s crotch and Nina moaned into Brooke’s mouth.

“I got to…” Brooke enthused and wiggled to kneel between Nina’s legs. Brooke pulled Nina’s shorts and panties off and dropped them onto the floor of the car.

“Mm, oh, oh Brooke, oh!” Nina cooed happily as Brooke’s lips, tongue and fingers attacked Nina’s wet pussy.

“We do sixty nine?” Brooke asked after Nina squealed in orgasm.

“Not. Not in. The back. Seat of a car,” Nina gasped out.

She sat up and pulled Brooke to sit next to her. They again kissed, embracing each other tightly.

“Oh Sweetheart, oh, I wish, I hope one day we’ll have a big old bed, and all the time in the world,” Nina whispered, looking deeply into Brooke’s beautiful eyes.

“We will, why won’t we?” Brooke enthused.

“Because, good God, you live all the way up in…” Nina gently explained.

“How ’bout I come see you?” Brooke asked, squeezing Nina in a tight embrace.

“Sweetheart, you got a car?” Nina asked.

“I uh, no,” Brooke admitted.

“Bus from here to Jack’s Creek? Take you forever,” Nina smiled, wiggling into her blouse.

“I, I’ll figure out something,” Brooke promised, looking around for her own clothes.

“I know you will,” Nina agreed, wiggling between the two front seats.

Nina tossed Brooke Brooke’s clothes and started the car. She adjusted the ‘defrost’ and hoped the windows would clear soon.

“I will,” Brooke promised, wiggling into the front seat.

“I know,” Nina said, twisting around and locating the bag behind her seat. “I know you will. And, hopefully? We’ll get to use a bed; I’m not crazy about fucking in cars.”

“That, don’t say that. God! That is such an ugly word,” Brooke snapped.

“What?” Nina asked, reaching into the plastic bag.

“Fucking, God, I, I just hate the way that sounds,” Brooke snapped.

“Making love,” Nina said softly and kissed Brooke. “I’m not a fan of making love in cars.”

“That, that’s better,” Brooke agreed.

“Anyway, happy birthday, Shiny,” Nina smiled, handing Brooke the heavy jar candle.

“Oh! You, you didn’t have get me nothing!” Brooke squealed, accepting the heavy package.

“Hey, it’s your birthday,” Nina smiled. “Go ahead, open it.”

Brooke loved the chocolate brownie scented candle but was confused about the three wicks. Nina fought against laughing when Brooke asked if she was supposed to burn one, then when that one burned out, light the next one?

“The silver heart pendant earned Nina a deep kiss and a promise that Brooke would never, ever take it off. The dangling heart earrings were put in immediately and Brooke flipped down the visor and looked into the mirror.

“Okay. I got five hours ahead of me; I got work tomorrow,” Nina reluctantly said, putting the car into reverse.