Chapter 6

“Oh, oh, make, make sure you scrub that nice and clean,” Katya crooned, placing one foot on the rim of the tub as Maryse’s face cloth reached Katya’s fringe of blonde curls.

With a kiss and a happy giggle, Maryse did scrub Katya’s pussy until Katya grunted and shuddered in climax. Kneeling, Maryse scrubbed Katya’s legs.

“You are beautiful,” Katya praised as Maryse knelt on the floor of the tub.

Twisting around, Katya presented her back for Maryse’s attention. Maryse did spend a good amount of time on Katya’s beautiful buttocks, even scrubbing up and down the furrow that separated her round globes of flesh.

“Now you,” Katya said, grabbing her own face cloth.

The feeling of warmth that enveloped Maryse had nothing to do with the hot water cascading down on them. The warmth had nothing to do with the steam that filled the room. As Katya scrubbed, Maryse flung her arms around the blonde and rubbed her soapy body against Katya’s soapy body. They shared another long kiss before Katya gently nudged Maryse away.

The rough texture of the face cloth rubbing back and forth across her rock hard nipples caused Maryse to gasp out in a mild climax. The face cloth rasping over her concave belly caused a mild fit of giggles.

Maryse had to clamp her hand over her mouth as Katya brought on a powerful orgasm; the insistent scrubbing of the face cloth, back and forth, back and forth, up and down over her clitoris had Maryse weak and breathless.

The face cloth rubbing against her clenched anus brought on another feeling of weakness and breathlessness. Maryse thrust her buttocks back, wanting more of the delicious feelings that rippled and pulsed from her anus outward.

“Oh, oh, is my sweet little kukla anal?” Katya laughed.

“I, I don’t know; am I?” Maryse panted.

When Katya worked her middle finger into Maryse’s rectum, Maryse had to agree; she was anal. Placing her hands against the wall of the shower, Maryse braced herself while Katya plunged her middle finger in and out of Maryse’s rectum. When Katya brought the face cloth around and rubbed the soapy rag across Maryse’s clitoris, Maryse gurgled in orgasm and slumped down to the floor of the tub.

Reviving, Maryse got to wobbly legs and the two rinsed off. Shutting the scalding water off, Katya commented on how long the hot water had lasted.

“Tankless water heater,” Maryse said.

The mirror was fogged over; Maryse was disappointed. She’d hoped to catch a glimpse of herself and the nude, beautiful Katya in an embrace.

Katya stuck her head out of the bathroom door. Then, determining that Alisa and Elmira were not scampering around the house, pulled a nude Maryse into the hallway. The two scurried from steamed bathroom to Maryse’s bedroom.

Falling onto the bed, Katya pulled Maryse onto the bed next to her. She cupped Maryse’s head in her hands and kissed Maryse’s lips softly. Peering into Maryse’s eyes, Katya mouthed the words ‘I Love You.’

Then, pressing her nude, slightly damp body against Maryse, Katya used a knee to force Maryse’s legs apart. Leaning over Maryse, Katya brought her blonde pussy against Maryse’s brown curls. She rested her breasts against Maryse’s small chest, nipple to nipple. Chewing lightly on Maryse’s bottom lip, Katya slowly rubbed their crotches together.

Wiggling down slightly, Katya brought her mouth to Maryse’s left nipple. She sucked gently on the nub, then traced her tongue around Maryse’s areole. Sucking the nipple into her mouth once more, Katya delivered a light bite.

“Augh!” Maryse shuddered in orgasm.

With a giggle, Katya attacked Maryse’s right nipple. After Maryse grunted in another climax, Katya wiggled down some more, kissing along Maryse’s sleek belly. With delight, she discovered that Maryse was ticklish. With a few soft nibbles on Maryse’s belly, Katya brought her mouth to Maryse’s soft curls.

“No! No!” Maryse gasped out. “You tickle me, I won’t love you no more.”

“Do you love me, my little kukla?” Katya asked.

“I, what? What does kukla mean?” Maryse asked.

“My little doll,” Katya whispered, gently tugging at Maryse’s crotch with her teeth.

“Yes, yes, I love you,” Maryse confessed, combing her small fingers through Katya’s very damp blonde hair.

Kissing all around Maryse’s thicket of curls, Katya soon arrived at the wet folds that bisected Maryse’s sex. Katya smiled up at Maryse’s gasping face before slowly, deliberately dragging her tongue from bottom to top of Maryse’s slit. A second time of this maneuver elicited a long groan from Maryse. Katya then used her thumbs to open Maryse’s vulva and Maryse felt as if Katya’s tongue was a red hot poker stabbing into her.

Quickly, Maryse grabbed a pillow and held it over her face as she screamed in climax. Her entire body shook and thrashed with the force of her climax.

Settling down again, short of breath and gasping to breathe, Maryse slumped against her pillows.

“I, oh God,” Maryse finally wheezed out. “Who, who knew it would be so good?”

A second climax again had her screaming into her pillow. Maryse wondered if she was too young to have a heart attack; her heart was slamming against her rib cage with ferocity.

“Oh. Oh please, Katya, please no more,” Maryse whispered with urgency as Kata’s tongue again dragged from the bottom to top of her lips.

“Roll over,” Katya ordered.

Maryse weakly complied and grunted out as Katya lay on top of her, Katya’s breasts pressing against her shoulder blades. Katya leaned forward and softly kissed Maryse’s ear.

“I can’t breathe,” Maryse complained lightly.

With a giggle, Katya kissed Maryse’s ear again. Then she kissed Maryse’s shoulders. Her lips kissed Maryse’s shoulder blades next. Then, moving Maryse’s damp hair aside, Katya kissed her way down Maryse’s spine.

“Ooohh!” Maryse let out a long moan as Katya’s lips finally reached the small swell of her buttocks.

“Oh, oh Katya,” Maryse gasped out as Katya’s tongue forcefully licked along the shallow furrow of Maryse’s buttocks.

Katya used her hands to spread Maryse’s stubby thighs apart. Bringing her tongue to Maryse’s tightly clenched anus, Katya jammed two fingers into Maryse’s pussy while her thumb mashed against Maryse’s clitoris.

“Aieegh!” Maryse shrieked, barely having time to stuff her face into her pillow.

Katya lubricated Maryse’s anus with her saliva, then wormed her middle finger of her left hand into Maryse’s resisting rectum. Her right hand continued to plumb the depths of Maryse’s pussy. Her thumb would graze Maryse’s clitoris sporadically; Maryse never knew when the next delicious swipe would occur.

“Oh! I, oh, oh God, I…Aieegh!” Maryse again screamed into her pillow.

Maryse slowly came to. She was in her bed, head on one of her pillows. There was a soft, warm body pressed against her back. A hand softly held her right breast. Warm breath tickled her left ear.

“Katya,” Maryse remembered, smiling happily.

Lifting Katya’s left hand, Maryse kissed the palm of Katya’s hand. Then she wiggled out from under Katya’s embrace.

A violet dawn was beginning to form. Maryse silently entered her bedroom, looked at the peacefully sleeping Katya Carter, and dressed in a simple shift and panties. Then she left the bedroom again.

Maryse made coffee; she could not function without caffeine. Then, after gulping the first mug down, Maryse began the long tradition of making blueberry pancakes the day after picking blueberries. Using her cell phone, she even looked up how to make blueberry syrup.

“Coffee!” Katya groaned, stumbling into the kitchen.

“Not a morning person?” Maryse teased.

“Not a person in the morning,” Katya agreed.

“Oh! And here’s blueberry one!” Maryse cheerfully called out as Alisa scurried into the kitchen.

“Oh! And here’s blueberry two!” Maryse said when Elmira followed her sister.

“Aw! I, why I’m not blueberry one?” Elmira whined.

“Well, because Alisa came into the kitchen first,” Maryse explained as she flipped the pancake from cast iron griddle onto the first plate.

“But I didn’t know!” Elmira whined.

“Oh. Well, okay, I tell you what,” Maryse said, flipping a pancake over and pouring more blueberry batter onto the griddle. “She’s blueberry and you? You’re pink berry.”

“Pink berry!” both girls squealed, delighted.

“Miss Maryse, there even a pink berry?” Elmira inquired.

“Well, there must be,” Maryse smiled, putting a pancake onto a second plate. “Look! There’s one right now! Standing in my kitchen!”

Blueberry pancakes with blueberry syrup and scrambled eggs was the best breakfast in the world for two little girls. Of course, hot dogs and chili and watermelon on the back porch was the best lunch in the world.

“I don’t want to,” Katya said after Alisa and Elmira woke from their naps. “But, they have day care and I’m working the late shift and…”

Katya explained; it was important to keep them on a schedule. Children need stability.

“Even if Mommy is a stripper,” Katya smiled tightly.

“But, but you will come back? I, I will see you, see y’all again?” Maryse begged, hating herself for how needy she sounded.

“Yes, my little kukla,” Katya promised. “If it is another beautiful day like this? We can take them to the P A R K.”

Maryse felt the tears trickle down her face when Katya packed everything and herded blueberry and pinkberry to her car. Maryse hugged Alisa and Elmira tightly; Elmira complained she was getting smushed.

In front of the neighbors, in front of the girls, Katya and Maryse hugged briefly, kissed quickly, then Katya put the wrapped blueberry pie onto the passenger seat of her car. With one more wave, Katya left. Watching the car turn the corner onto Washington Road, Maryse thought she might have an idea of what Aunt Mary must have felt every summer the day after the blueberries were picked.

Entering her silent home, Maryse knew true loneliness. She knew that this was exactly how Aunt Mary felt, especially after the passing of her lover and friend Olive Feldman.

“The summers over, Aunt Mary,” Maryse said, standing in the doorway of her aunt’s bedroom. “The blueberries have been picked, the pies have been baked, the girls are gone. The summer is over.”

**Author’s Notes. I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories. I especially thank those that leave comments, good and bad. Likewise, I also thank those that take the time to rate my words, those that ‘Favorite’ my work.

Peggy Boudreaux and Sidwell’s Diner are briefly mentioned in ‘Bonfire at the Edge of Summer’ in the Lesbian Sex category.

Mary’s attorney, Donald Pellichet is a reoccurring character in many of my stories centered in the greater DeGarde area. He plays pivotal roles in ‘Righting a Wrong’ in the Romance category, as well as ‘The Garbage King’ ‘The Garbage Prince’ and ‘The Garbage Queen’ series in Novels and Novellas category.

The Double J Diner on Highway 467 is introduced in the ‘Quest for Normal’ series in the First Time category.

Dennis Dumas, the manager of the bank that assists Maryse with her aunt’s bank account is a primary character from ‘Finding a Fresh Violet’ in the Romance category.

The investments concern, The Martin Boyd Group is established in ‘Quarter Ton’ in the Group Sex category.

Yvette Petijean, the receptionist is introduced in ‘Dentist’s Chair’ in the Mind Control category. Her position as receptionist is introduced in ‘…That’s my Car’ in the Loving Wives category.

The investments counselor, Barbara Rossini is introduced in ‘Vodka: Peaches & Cream’ in the Lesbian Sex category.

Gina Jensen, Barbara’s administrative assistant/trainee is introduced in ‘Under a Cold Sky’ in the Group Sex category. Her story is continued in ‘Do You Want to Dance?’ in the Group Sex category.

Bobby Elswell and Parasols Magazine is first established in ‘Parasols Magazine’ in the Exhibition Voyeur category.

Carter Fullilove, Albert’s attorney is introduced in ‘Nudge’ in the Loving Wives Category.

Ministry of Faith, the thrift shop is introduced in ‘Whispers & Murmurs’ in the Loving Wives category.

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