Chapter 1

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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 tools of Microsoft Word. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

Sitting in a wrought iron chair next to the apartment’s over-chlorinated swimming pool, Monica was grateful for the cheap sunglasses. The mirrored lenses kept her eyes a secret as she openly ogled the very slim red head that clumsily swam the length of the pool.

The petite girl’s compact buttocks were scrumptious. Her small breasts were delightful. Her pale flesh was dotted with a multitude of freckles; apparently the girl had never heard of sunblock.

Her carrot orange hair hung limply; wet or dry. Her nose and chin were pointed, her ears stuck out and her smile was a buck toothed smile. The girl would never win any beauty contests but to Monica, the red head was very, very desirable.

Monica took another sip of her potent alcoholic beverage. She’d taken four jiggers of Artigas Coconut Tequila, four jiggers of Mark’s Coconut liqueur, and two jiggers of Mark’s Chocolate Liqueur. Dumping everything into the blender with a fistful of ice cubes, Monica had thrashed the ingredients until frothy.

“Oh Sweetheart,” Monica thought as the red head finally climbed out of the pool, wisps of carrot orange pubic hairs peeking from her bright yellow bikini bottom.

“Hi!” the red head chirped, revealing a mouth in serious need of an orthodontics’ attention.

“Hi,” Monica agreed, smiling a perfect smile as she brushed her waist length blonde hair back.

“I’m Bethany,” the red head disclosed. “I just moved in last week; apartment…”

“Two oh three,” Monica thought as the red head droned on and on.

“So what you got in the cup?” Bethany asked, now indicating the tall tumbler in Monica’s hand.

“I call it ‘cuckoo for coconut,” Monica smiled and was rewarded by Bethany’s delighted giggle. “It has two parts coconut tequila, two parts coconut liqueur and one part chocolate liqueur then you just blend it all together and there you go; cuckoo for coconut.”

“Yum!” Bethany said.

“Would you like one?” Monica invited, pointing toward Apartment 103.

“I, sure!” Bethany agreed happily, grabbing her faux Baragona bag.

Monica grabbed Bethany’s hand and pulled the girl toward her apartment. If Bethany thought anything odd about the woman taking her slim hand into hers, she said nothing as they walked the few feet from pool area to Monica’s door.

Inside of the very cool apartment, Bethany’s nipples crinkled tight, presenting delicious bumps in her bright yellow bikini top. She continued to chatter, spewing nonsense as Monica assembled the ingridients for the drink. Her rambling was interrupted by the noisy clatter of the ice cubes being chewed up by the blades of the blender.

“And… Here we go,” Monica said, pouring the frothy concoction into an insulated tumbler, then adding a straw.

She’d read somewhere that a straw increased the potency of the alcohol. Of course, this was just opinion; others claimed that there was no validity to this supposition.

“Mm!” Bethany approved of the beverage as Monica topped off her own glass.

“Come on,” Monica smiled, chancing a quick kiss to Bethany’s smiling lips.

If Bethany objected to the kiss, she did not vocalize it. Dutifully, she followed Monica into the comfortable living room. The two sat on the plush, overstuffed burgundy couch, their bare thighs touching. Bethany sighed as her bare flesh came in contact with the velveteen material of the cushion. She even wiggled a little, smiling as she did so. Then she took another forceful suck on her straw.

“Oh! Oh, need to be careful; I get brain freeze? Takes me forever!” Bethany then declared, giggling happily.

“Best thing for brain freeze? Just breathe through your mouth,” Monica counseled.

“Or just don’t get it in the first place,” Bethany countered, smiling a sassy little smile.

“Well, yes, there is that,” Monica had to agree, returning the girl’s smile.

Again, Bethany filled the silence with mindless chatter. Monica did think briefly of putting her hand over Bethany’s mouth; it was hard to coordinate her seduction of the slim girl if the girl wouldn’t stop talking long enough for Monica to talk.

“Drink, drink. Sooner you finish this, sooner I can make you another one,” Monica finally said, cutting into Bethany’s tale about a former school friend’s exploits upon renting her very first apartment.

“Oh! Oh yeah,” Bethany giggled then took a long pull on her straw. “But anyway, next thing she knows, she’s pregnant and of course all them guys? They’re all like ‘ain’t mine, know what I’m saying?’ but DNA don’t lie and so Victor’s got to pay her four hundred a month and she’s like ‘four hundred? A month? Four hundred don’t pay enough keep a gerbil alive’ but I’m like ‘that’s what you get for fucking them,’ right?”

“Right. Life’s so much easier when you just stick with girls,” Monica stated.

“Yeah but girls don’t…” Bethany giggled.

“Oh, I’m sure I could show you, girls do it lots better than boys,” Monica declared, placing her hand on Bethany’s upper thigh.

“I, they huh?” Bethany asked, realization slowly dawning on her.

“And here’s my chance,” Monica thought as she leaned and softly kissed Bethany’s quiet lips.

Bethany goggled at Monica. Again, Monica leaned and kissed Bethany’s slightly open mouth. Her right arm when around Bethany’s slim shoulders, pulling the girl closer. Her tongue entered the girl’s mouth and she coaxed Bethany’s tongue with gentle sucks.

“Mm,” Bethany let out a low moan as they kissed.

“Ready for another drink?” Monica whispered, her right hand gently rubbing Bethany’s back.

“I uh,” Bethany mumbled, face an adorable mask of blushing confusion.

Her bright yellow bikini lay on the carpeted floor of Monica’s bedroom. Monica’s own bikini lay crumpled on the other side of the bed. Monica lay next to the suddenly very silent girl, softly kissing, touching the nude red head’s flesh. Monica could taste the chlorine from the swimming pool on the girl’s flesh as she licked then sucked one, then the other of Bethany’s rust red areolae and hard nipples.

Wiggling down to kneel between Bethany’s spindly legs, Monica used her thumbs to open the girl’s tight slit. Bethany’s labia were beginning to plump with Bethany’s excitement. The aroma was heavenly; a heady scent of musk. Monica licked slowly from bottom to top. Locating Bethany’s skinny little clitoris, Monica batted the nub with her tongue while driving two fingers into Bethany’s wet folds.

Bethany let out a squeak, a grunt and then a gasp. She wrapped her skinny legs around Monica’s head and let out a shriek. Monica felt her face grow wet from Bethany’s ejaculation.

When Bethany’s legs finally fell from Monica’s head, Monica thrust two fingers into Bethany’s wet folds, seeking Bethany’s g-spot. Locating the girl’s g-spot, Monica sucked forcefully on Bethany’s clitoris. Bethany let out a howl, then fell limp.

“I, oh, oh, oh my God, oh my fucking God!” Bethany babbled as Monica cradled her scrawny little body.

Monica silenced the girl’s babbling with a passionate kiss. Then, she twisted the girl so that her slight body was on top of Monica.

Bethany got the idea and, after giving Monica a heated kiss, Bethany sucked one, then the other hard nipple. Wiggling down, Bethany licked and sucked at Monica’s smooth pussy, thrusting her slim fingers into Monica.

“Ball, augh, ball up, make, make a fist, Baby,” Monica coached, grinding her teeth in mild frustration.

With Bethany’s fist plunging in and out of Monica’s bald pussy, Monica finally did achieve climax. Then, cradling the girl once more, Monica quietly instructed the girl on how to eat pussy, how to pleasure a woman with just her hot, sweet little mouth.

Two days. It was two days before Monica saw the red headed girl. With a hot blush, Bethany entered Monica’s apartment.

Bethany admitted to feeling guilt, shame over their lesbian afternoon. Then, Bethany had to agree, guilt, shame or not, she’d enjoyed every illicit moment.

“Then, on my phone? I, uh, I kind of looked up, you know, how to…” Bethany whispered as Monica wiggled out of that day’s clothing.

“By the way, where, where you work?” Bethany asked, admiring the silk blouse, the burgundy skirt and the stockings.

“Mother Superior Agnes Campion school for stuck-up snotty little rich cunts,” Monica said, rolling her stockings down her legs. “History teacher. Three and a half years of college just so I can watch Mommy and Daddy pay for a new library so that little Tiffany gets an ‘A’ in a class she carried a solid ‘forty nine’ in all year.”

Bethany showed Monica that she was a good student. She’d remembered Monica’s instructions, plus she’d learned a few new tricks from her research on her cell phone. After they’d satisfied one another, they spent a few moments cuddled together on Monica’s bed.

“Augh. Don’t want to, but I have to kick you out,” Monica finally said. “I need to eat and I’ve got a stack of tests to grade and…”

“I can cook,” Bethany offered. “I’m not bad in the kitchen. What you got?”

While Monica sat at the dining room table, Bethany quickly prepared a simple chicken and vegetable stir fry that she served over flat egg noodles. Then, after Monica continued her work, Bethany cleaned up the kitchen.

Just before leaving, Bethany softly kissed Monica and said, “Love you.”

Monica was startled by the simple declaration. Bethany seemed upset by Monica’s reaction and left the apartment, slamming the door.

It was three days before the little temptress returned. Monica hugged and kissed the girl, whispering words of endearment to her.

Again, after making love, Bethany cooked while Monica workd. After cleaning the kitchen, Bethany returned to the bedroom. Monica thought the girl was in there, retrieving her clothing, dressing so that she could leave.

An hour later, Monica finished the last of the fourth period tests and finalized the lesson plans for the six periods. Then she realized, Bethany had not left. Entering her bedroom, she found the girl sound asleep in the bed, naked and curled into a semi-fetal position, clutching a pillow to her scrawny chest.

The next day was Friday. Monica was delighted to see Bethany standing, waiting at her apartment door for her to return from a day of work. The girl was already in the bedroom, dropping her clothing to the floor before Monica even had her briefcase parked against the small barrel chair in her living room.

Saturday and Sunday, Bethany moved bits and pieces of her clothing, a few pillows from the apartment overhead into Monica’s apartment. Saturday night, Bethany put on her best dress, an ill-fitting smock that made her look like she was a child playing ‘dress-up’ with her mother’s clothes. They went to a fancy Thai restaurant that Monica had been wanting to try for quite a while but just could not justify the cost. Being in love, having a wonderful, sweet little red headed lover seemed like a good enough excuse to treat herself and her lover to the exorbitant meal. Afterward, they walked along the strip mall, window shopping. In the window of a jewelry store, Bethany showedMonica the engagement ring and wedding ring she wanted. Linking fingers with Monica, Bethany then prattled about the wedding of her dreams.