Chapter 3

“See, you set up some camps? That’s some prime fishing out there,” Robert said eagerly. “And in the fall? Hunting season?”

“Mr. Ronnie’s property? Out in Streidel?” Chantal asked, incredulous. “Uh? Where that landfill was?”

“They got that all cleaned up,” Robert hastened to say.

“Mother, please, please tell me you didn’t give this buffoon any of your money?” Chantal begged.

“Hey!” Robert protested.

“Jesus. Mother, really?” Chantal sighed when Wilma looked embarrassed. “Well, can see we’re going be supporting you in your old age.”

“And when that property takes off? And I’m rolling in money? All y’all can kiss my ass, hear?” Robert snarled at his step-daughter.

“Hope you noticed, Mother, hope you caught that. He said when he’s rolling in money. Not when y’all are rolling in money,” Chantal said to her mother.

Robert would not even look at Chantal when she kissed her mother in parting. With a shrug, Chantal got into her car and drove away.

Now, rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, Chantal shook her head in defeat. She checked underarms and legs and decided she needed to run the razor over them.

“Girl, my summer was intense too!” Evelyn enthused.

“Not intense, just plain old tense,” Chantal smiled, then let Evelyn bend her ear about her wild summer.

April took the stall to Chantal’s right and joined in the conversation. Squeezing the excess water from her hair, Chantal wrapped it in a towel turban and continued talking with both April and Evelyn. Then, she and April left Evelyn and went to Room 309.

“Oh, now that is so pretty,” April said when Chantal pulled on a loose silk teddy of pale ivory.

“Oh, thank you,” Chantal smiled. “You know, I just love pretty things. Even if I’m the only one that will see it? Just knowing I’ve got something pretty on? Makes me feel pretty.”

“Right, Chantal,” April shook her head.

“What?” Chantal asked, plugging in the hair dryer.

“Uh? You’re drop dead gorgeous?” April said. “Like you need any help feeling pretty?”

“April, that, that ain’t true,” Chantal argued.

Turning, Chantal saw that April had her ear buds in, listening to the latest and greatest faux country star. Shaking her head, Chantal dried her hair.

April Harrison snored. It was a surprisingly deep rumbling snore for such a lanky girl. Chantal found the sound oddly comforting though.

A ‘bzzz’ woke Chantal from a deep sleep. Pale morning sunlight was visible through the bent vinyl slats of the aged blinds as Chantal fumbled in the near darkness to locate her phone.

‘You up yet?’ Chantal read, recognizing Paige’s cell number.

“I am now; shit! What time is it?” Chantal murmured, pulling her robe on over her pretty teddy.

“Hey. That Rena girl? She still ain’t here yet. What time’s breakfast start?” Paige bubbled happily when Chantal called her.

“Um, let’s see,” Chantal said, checking the time on her phone. “Six thirty nine? Paige! Six thirty nine? Seriously?”

“Uh huh. So, it open?” Paige asked.

“Yeah, yeah; opens at six,” Chantal said, relieving her full bladder. “Give me, um, give me fifteen minutes; I’ll meet you in the lobby, okay?”

Paige was wearing another pair of cutoffs and a halter top when Chantal entered the lobby. Looking at the blonde beauty, Chantal felt her excitement flood her panties. The girl’s flesh was lightly tanned, the halter top exposed Paige’s adorable little navel and the low rider cutoffs displayed Paige’s luscious hips.

With a smile, Paige kissed Chantal then grabbed Chantal’s hand and they stepped out into the early morning warmth. The sun was not fully in the sky so the heat was not unbearable yet.

Chantal made Paige lead the way to the cafeteria. Paige’s hair was in a ponytail so Chantal watched Paige’s pretty buttocks flex and undulate as they traversed the fairly quiet campus.

The cafeteria was sparsely populated; Chantal pointed out three professors and two teacher’s aides at a table directly in the center of the large dining area.

“So, we got to wait for that Rena girl? There anything to do in Commonstead?” Paige asked as they selected a table.

“Well, what you want to do?” Chantal asked, cautiously trying a piece of turkey bacon.

“I don’t know. You?” Paige asked.

“Me? I’d like to kill whoever came up with the idea of turkey bacon,” Chantal said. “I mean, I thought chicken sausage was nasty enough but this?

“Chicken sausage?” Paige squealed in disgust. “That even a real thing?”

“Let’s see,” Chantal mused, looking at her cell phone. “Earliest movie don’t start ’til eleven thirty. Hmm, World War One museum opens at nine; you like dolls? Doll museum’s open at ten.”

“Dolls? Don’t tell me you like dolls,” Paige tittered.

Chantal looked at the blonde beauty. Visually, Paige Weedlan was gorgeous. Those lips, Chantal wanted to kiss, nibble on those beautiful lips. Watching Paige lick some of the cream cheese frosting from the corner of her lip, Chantal wanted to suck that tongue into her mouth.

Then the girl would open that beautiful mouth and say something insulting, demeaning, or just challenging to Chantal’s likes and hobbies. In those moments, Chantal wanted to abandon the girl, leave her to her own devices.

“Love, love, love dolls,” Chantal declared. “And, yes believe it or not, , three of mine are cheerleaders.”

“Oh,” Paige said, voice small.

A moment later, Paige placed her hand onto Chantal’s hand. Looking into Chantal’s eyes, Paige apologized. Feeling the warmth of the girl’s hand, wanting to believe the girl’s sincerity, Chantal shrugged off the girl’s slight.

“How ’bout the beach? Lake Souladou’s right there,” Chantal suggested, even pointing toward the small lake near the Wallchester University.

“Yeah!” Paige enthused, placing her hand on Chantal’s bare thigh. “We can go?”

“Absolutely. Got a bathing suit?” Chantal agreed. “God, this bacon’s the worst but I hate wasting food, you know?”

April was conscious when Chantal let herself into their room. She mumbled a greeting, then hid her head underneath her pillow, blocking out the harsh overhead light.

“We’re going to Lake Souladou; want to come?” Chantal asked, digging her canvas bag from the back of the closet.

“Get dressed so I can go out into the hot sun and burn to a crisp and get sand in the crack of my butt? Thanks, but I think I’ll pass,” April said.

“Really? You really going miss all that fun?” Chantal teased.

“Wow, that, that’s um, something,” April said when Chantal wiggled into her one piece bathing suit.

The black Lycra material was shiny, looking like it was already wet. The top was held up by a strap that disappeared behind Chantal’s neck. There was a large shiny chrome ring that dangled between Chantal’s breasts and the zipper ran down to just below Chantal’s prominent pubic mound. The thighs were cut very high, exposing Chantal’s muscled thighs and luscious hips. Her back and shoulders and arms were completely exposed and the bottom was a thong style, leaving much of her pale white buttocks bare as well.

“Please, please get my back?” Chantal asked, producing a tube of sunscreen.

“Better remember I did this for you when I need a favor,” April agreed, smoothing the thick unguent onto her roommate’s smooth back while Chantal liberally coated face, neck and shoulders.

“Hey!” Chantal giggled when April jabbed a finger into her left, then right butt cheek.

“There. I’m done,” April said. “You can get your own butt. And turn that light off, okay?”

Chantal finished applying the sunscreen then pulled on a black fishnet cover-up. Shoving two towels into her bag, Chantal made sure April was no longer watching her, Chantal rooted around in her top drawer and thrust something into the bottom of the large bag.

“Later,” Chantal said cheerfully as she turned off the harsh overhead light.

“Believe this?” Paige said when Chantal skipped into the ground floor lobby of Litton. “That Rena girl? She still ain’t come by.”

Paige wore an unbuttoned light blue men’s long sleeve dress shirt over her leopard print bikini. The sleeves were rolled up to her forearms and the tail hung down to the backs of her knees. Looking at the girl’s body, Chantal wanted to drag Paige back up the stairs to Paige’s room. Chantal wanted to slip the shirt from Paige’s lush body and peel Paige’s bikini from her form. Chantal wanted to kiss, touch, taste and feel every square inch of the girl’s nude body.

“Ready? You got your towel, um, sunscreen, water…water! Need to swing by the bookstore and grab some waters,” Chantal said.

“Bookstore? Cafeteria’s got water,” Paige asked, pushing the door of the dormitory open.

“Uh huh, but my car’s parked right by the bookstore,” Chantal said.

“You, you got a car? Thought we was going have take the bus or something,” Paige said happily.

Chantal led the way to the bookstore, reminding Paige to grab her textbooks as soon as humanly possible. If she waited until classes began, the bookstore might not have everything she would need.

Plus that? It will be sooo crowded; oh my God, won’t believe how many people can cram in there,” Chantal enthused.

“I can do that now?” Paige asked.

“Yeah; not like the lake will disappear if we don’t get there right away,” Chantal agreed.

“God damn I love the summer,” one of the male employees said, watching Paige as the girl strolled up and down the aisles.

“Mm HMM,” his pimple faced coworker enthused when Paige bent to pick up a pen she’d dropped, exposing her thong bikini bottom and sleek legs.

Chantal purchased three waters and three sports energy drinks and a few protein bars. Paige finally joined her, lugging three heavily laden plastic bags.

“Them two guys couldn’t take their eyes off you,” Chantal laughed as she pointed to her car.

“Really? With you standing right there?” Paige asked.

They playfully argued over the radio station; Chantal had her radio station tuned to the local talk radio station. Paige found a local station that played classic rock and Chantal argued that Paige could have at least found a decent country station.

“Well, I would, but there’s no such thing,” Paige said.

“What?” Chantal squealed.

Parking at the stone steps of the eastern end of Lake Souladou, Chantal grabbed her large bag. Paige followed her host up and over the steps, then gawked at the large lake. And the sand beach before them.

Chantal walked first to the large tarp just beyond the last concrete step and rented a beach umbrella. The two teenaged boys fought with one another for the right to follow the two beautiful girls, huge umbrella in hand.

“Good God; they’re girls. You’ve seen girls before; we see girls every day here,” the grizzled old man finally barked. “Teddy, you get this one and Petey, you get the next one, all right?”

Teddy followed the two women and set the large umbrella up when Chantal found what she believed would be the perfect spot. Chantal handed him a few dollars and he grinned like an idiot as Paige slipped off the oversized shirt, fully exposing her minimal bikini and lush body.

“Thank you Teddy good bye Teddy I’m sure your dad needs you back at the stand Teddy,” Chantal snapped as Paige lay out her towel just outside of the shade of the large umbrella.

Another stand was renting low-slung beach chairs and Chantal rented two of the canvas webbed chairs. She placed the two chairs underneath the umbrella and slipped her black mesh cover-up off.

“Oh wow,” Paige commented. “That, um, that’s…”

“Like it?” Chantal smiled, striking a pose.

“That zipper real?” Paige asked, resting on her forearms.

“Mm hmm; how far you think I should…” Chantal teased, gripping the ring and tugging it down to just between her breasts.

“All the way?” Paige asked.

“Uh huh,” Chantal said, zipping the garment up again.

“Get my back?” Paige asked, undoing the strings that held her bikini top up.

“Yeah,” Chantal agreed, taking the offered suntan lotion bottle from Paige’s outstretched hand.

“Mm,” Paige purred as Chantal smoothed the lotion into Paige’s sleek skin.

“Going get my legs?” Paige husked as Chantal finished coating Paige’s back and sides, including along the outside swells of Paige’s breasts.

“Want me to?” Chantal asked, throat dry.

“Mm hmm,” Paige purred, spreading her muscular legs.

Chantal even made sure to coat Paige’s buttocks. She marveled at her own restraint as she massaged the slick oil into the beautiful globes of Paige’s buttocks. She could feel the heat from Paige’s crotch as she worked the oil into Paige’s inner thighs. Finally, she snapped the lid shut on the bottle and declared the job done.

Chantal sat underneath the large umbrella and watched Paige’s glistening body as the sun bore down. Some shrieks and squeals drew her attention to the lake itself and Chantal smiled, watching some children splash about in the lake. She opened one bottle of water and drank slowly.

“Want get my front?” Paige teased, rolling slowly onto her back.

“God yes,” Chantal admitted. “But, we better not.”

Instead, Chantal watched the nearly obscene display Paige put on as she applied sunning lotion to her flesh. A few young men stopped to gawk. One older woman scowled in disapproval before urging her two giggling daughters further along the stretch of beach.

“Excuse me? Uh, ma’am? That, where’d you get that water?” a soft voice asked and Chantal looked over at a petite blonde.

The woman’s small breasts were encased in bright blue triangles and her crotch was covered by another triangle of vivid blue. She was short; Chantal deduced she was no more than four foot ten. Her blonde hair framed her small face in an adorable pixie cut and her two large brown eyes, cow eyes Wilma would have called them, looked incredibly sad.

“Brought it from campus,” Chantal said, glancing over her shoulder at the four concession stands.

None of the stands were open; a glance at her wrist watch told Chantal that it was not even ten o’clock yet. Looking back at the pale girl, Chantal could see the signs of the beginning of sunburn on the young girl’s shoulders and slightly large nose.

“You need to get out of the sun,” Chantal told the girl. “Come sit here. My friend’s too busy cooking herself right now.”

“I’m getting a tan,” Paige corrected.

“I used up the last of the sunscreen on DJ,” the girl admitted, pulling a car seat/carrier underneath the shade of the beach umbrella.

When she stepped closer, Chantal could see that the girl had really cooked herself in the morning sun; patches of pink and angry red dotted her shoulders, back and nose. She could also see an infant, an adorable little boy in the car seat.

“Sit, sit, here. Want a water, or you want orange? I got orange? No, no, the other two are cherry,” Chantal said, pulling a bottle of water and the energy sports drinks from her bottomless bag.