Chapter 3

“Oh, oh Ryan, I, oh!” Kandi gasped then squealed.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Ryan admitted when no command came.

“Oh God, shut up before you ruin the moment,” she demanded, driving more than half of his cock into herself.

Kandi gasped and squealed as more and more of Ryan’s tick cock pushed up into her. Resting her small hands on his plush chest, her fingers brushed the cute pink rose on his left breast. Despite the intense feelings welling up in her guts, Kandi managed a smile.

“Oh, oh God damn, Ryan, God you’re good,” Kandi gasped out and squealed in orgasm.

“I am here for your pleasure,” Ryan assured her.

“Aung, mmng, oh, oh yes you are,” Kandi assured him as she shuddered in another orgasm.

The slamming of a door caused Kandi to stop in mid-shriek. She ceased bucking, looking around with wide eyes. The mood broken, Kandi dismounted Ryan’s buzzing cock and made her way on very wobbly legs to the bathroom.

Coming out, Kandi switched Ryan’s buzzy buzz off. With and impish grin, she sucked the cock clean of her juices, then brought the wet washcloth to his vinyl cock.

“God, I, how does anyone get anything done when they have one of you around?” Kandi asked, wiping Ryan’s cock clean of her essences and spittle.

“Teach me to cut the grass and who needs a man?” Ryan agreed.

Kandi paused for a moment, then burst into peals of laughter. She put the bear’s cock away and impulsively kissed his stitched lips.

“Tell me another joke,” Kandi demanded, cuddling her nude body against the plush animal.

Ryan said, “A Machine Learning algorithm walks into a bar. The bartender asks ‘What will you have?’. The algorithm says ‘What is everyone else having?'”

“I, I don’t get it,” Kandi admitted. “Um. Tell me another joke.”

Ryan said, “The parents said ‘If all your friends jumped off a cliff, would you?’ The kid said, ‘No, of course not.’ The algorithm said, ‘Of course.”‘”

Thinking about it for a moment, Kandi said, “Oh. I think I get it now.”

Kandi made herself some breakfast; she’d learned how to microwave an egg. The small toaster oven cooked two pieces of bread and two slices of American cheese while the microwave groaned and shuddered. Kandi was fairly sure the unit was on its last legs.

“That, I bet that’s Suzanne,” Kandi said to Ryan as she heard a door bang shut. “She’s this real beautiful blonde; she lives next door and…”

“Why don’t you invite her over?” Ryan suggested.

“And do what?” Kandi asked.

“What do you usually do?” Ryan asked.

“On Saturdays? Laundry,” Kandi admitted, hurriedly gathering her laundry items together.

“At twelve noon today, on channel twelve, there is highlights from last year’s cheerleading competition; the University of Louisiana at DeGarde won that competition,” Ryan said.

“Okay,” Kandi said. “And what…”

“Invite her here to watch the highlights,” Ryan suggested. “If that is not to your taste, Eagle twenty six is showing last night’s drag racing from Pinoak.”

“I’ll think about it,” Kandi said, pulling on her Saturday clothing of Dennis Ourbe and the Benders tee shirt and bright red nylon shorts.

Carefully locking the door, Kandi hurried to the laundry room on the ground level. Bustling into the room, she saw her neighbor, Suzanne Hall slumped in one of the plastic chairs in the semi-dark, somewhat dank room.

“Hey neighbor,” Suzanne said, looking barely awake.

“Hey,” Kandi smiled, claiming two of the ten washing machines. “Long night?”

“God!” Suzanne agreed. “Didn’t let us out until two o’clock this morning. And of course, wake up this morning and realize I have no clean towels, no clean sheets; I’m just about out of everything!”

Two Latina women came in, loudly chattering in Spanish. They quickly claimed the remaining five washing machines for themselves. Both Suzanne and Kandi shook their heads; even after stuffing the five machines full, the women still had three more large garbage bags full of laundry waiting to be washed.

“Dryer seven is out,” Kandi reminded Suzanne when one of her washing machines gave a loud ‘brrzz!’

“Hmm? Oh, oh yeah; thanks,” Suzanne said, wincing as the two women continued loudly chattering with each other.

The moment Suzanne emptied the washing machine, one of the women swooped in and claimed it. Feeding the quarters into Dryer number eight, Suzanne glanced at her other washing machines, then sat down next to Kandi again.

“So, after this, you going to bed?” Kandi asked.

“Hmm? No, no, need to do some grocery shopping,” Suzanne admitted. “Guess I’ll call Dylan; see if he’ll take me.”

“What? Why? You have that um, what is it, that BMW, don’t you?” Kandi said.

“Uh huh, but after my second DUI…” Suzanne weakly offered.

“I, you wait until mine is done, I can take you,” Kandi offered.

“Can you? That, that would be great!” Suzanne happily agreed.

“I’ll just go put this up,” Suzanne said after her third load came out of the dryer.

“Okay; I’m just about done,” Kandi agreed, tossing her last load into Dryer number eight before either one of the Latina women could grab it.

At the Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store, the two women chatted. Kandi disclosed she was a seamstress, then blushed hotly when Suzanne asked her where she worked.

“Alana’s, Alana’s Playtime,” Suzanne repeated. “I could swear I’ve heard of them somewhere.”

“We uh, we make bears,” Kandi stated.

“Oh! Oh how sweet!” Suzanne enthused.

Kandi never went into the Beer & Spirits aisle; she was not old enough to purchase alcohol. She looked at the slightly confusing array of liquor, but Suzanne knew exactly where she was going and grabbed a half-gallon bottle of Nulough’s Cinnamon Vodka.

“That any good?” Kandi asked.

“Tell you what; I’ll bring a couple of rinks by,” Suzanne smiled as they completed their sweep through the final aisle of the store.

“Oh, oh, um, on Channel twelve, they’re showing the highlights from last year’s um, cheerleading competition,” Kandi suggested as she loaded her items on the conveyor belt.

“Oh yeah?” Suzanne askes.

Kandi waited as the cashier rang Suzanne’s groceries up. The cashier grabbed the bottle of vodka and asked Suzanne for her ID. Kandi’s eyebrows went up slightly when the cashier called Suzanne ‘Tiffany’ but said nothing.

In the car, Suzanne confessed that she was only nineteen years of age. The ID was that of her twenty three year old cousin, Tiffany Hall.

“Okay, um, you make the sandwiches; I’ll make the soup and we’ll have lunch at your place,” Suzanne said cheerfully as she paused in front of her door with her several plastic bags looped around her hands.

“Okay,” Kandi happily said, unlocking her door.

Kandi made two turkey and Swiss cheese sandwiches. She even opened the big bag of pretzel sticks and arranged the pretzels around the carefully constructed sandwiches. She hurried to the door when there was a knocking.

“You do have a, yes, yes you do have microwave,” Suzanne said, carrying a large plastic bowl into Kandi’s apartment. “This is my Mom’s; it’s this artichoke and spinach thing she came up with.”

“OMG! That, is that what kind of bears y’all make?” Suzanne squealed, seeing Ryan resting on the recliner.

“Uh huh,” Kandi said, punching the numbers on the microwave. “Ryan, say hi to Suzanne.”

“Hi Suzanne,” Ryan said.

“AH!” Suzanne squealed, delighted. “And you said his name is Ryan?”

“Uh huh,” Kandi agreed. “Ryan Gosling Bear.

“Hi Ryan,” Suzanne said again.

“Um, what else, what else can he do?” Suzanne asked Kandi.

“He can fuck like a machine,” Kandi thought to herself but said aloud, “Talk with it. He’s the one that told me about the cheerleader competition on television. Ask it pretty much anything you want to.”

“Um, oh um, okay, uh, Ryan, how do I make the perfect Long Island Iced Tea?” Suzanne said.

Ryan launched into the list of ingredients, then detailed the steps needed. Suzanne then asked the bear who was the prettiest woman in the room?

“I do not have a handle on aesthetic at this time. Each woman is beautiful in their own way but as Margaret Wolfe Hungerford wrote, ‘Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,'” Ryan said. “Exterior beauty is sumjective and each person uses his or her own experiences to determine was is beautiful or not.”

“Okay, okay, stop; I’m starting to feel stupid here,” Suzanne laughed.

Kandi turned the television on and found Channel 12. Pulling the steaming soup from the microwave, she poured the soup into two bowls. Then, setting up the two TV Trays she had in front of the couch, lunch was served.

The hour long program showed the highlights from the previous year’s competition. Suzanne and Kandi both agreed; the ULD Storm cheerleaders definitely deserved to win. But they argued over who should have come in second. Suzanne agreed with the judges; Norwill’s Cyclones deserved second place but Kandi declared the Connelly Cougars should have won second place, not fifth place.

After the program concluded, Suzanne wistfully declared she needed to do a little cleaning up; she’d neglected her apartment throughout the week. She did compliment Kandi’s apartment and Kandi’s taste in furnishings. With one more squeeze to Ryan, Suzanne left Kandi’s apartment.

“So, Ryan, what do you think of her?” Kandi asked as she got her small upright vacuum cleaner from the closet.

“You should kiss her,” Ryan said.

“I what? Ryan!” Kandi gasped.

“She is posting to her Twitter Page right now,” Ryan said.

“What? Ryan, how, how do you know that?” Kandi asked, pausing in her actions.

“She’s stealing your wi-fi,” Ryan said. “Look at your IPad.”

Kandi found her IPad; it had slipped between the arm of the chair and the overstuffed seat. Her eyes opened wide as she read Suzanne’s ‘X’ account. The blonde was posting words about her newest friend, the gorgeous red head that lived right next door.

“And, wait, she, she’s stealing my wi-fi? How you know that?” Kandi asked.

“Because I’m connected to your wi-fi,” Ryan reminded her.

“Oh! Uh, DUH,” Kandi giggled, reading through Suzanne’s sporadic postings.

Finally, Kandi put the IPad down and did vacuum her small apartment. She then rewarded herself, slipping her shorts off and pulling Ryan to the floor.

“She, she thinks I’m gorgeous?” Kandi said out loud.

“I do not have a handle on aesthetics…” Ryan began.

“Ryan, shut up before you ruin the mood,” Kandi giggled, bouncing vigorously on his buzzing cock.

A few hours later, Kandi was reclined in her chair, reading another erotic novella. She squealed when there was a knock at her door. Hurriedly, she pulled her shorts on; she’d been lazily running her fingers up and down her wet slit as she read the naughty words.

“Hey; fixing to go to work; it’s the second night of that play,” Suzanne, holding out a large covered tumbler.

“Oh. Oh, okay; they going keep you real late again?” Kandi asked, taking the offered tumbler.

“Yeah, probably,” Suzanne shrugged, smiling. “But you’d asked what that cinnamon vodka was like and I’d promised you a drink, so…”

“Oh, well, thank you!” Kandi said, sniffing the tumbler.

“Got to go; Jada’s a total bitch if I’m a nanosecond late,” Suzanne said, scurrying toward the stairs.

“Wait, I, I wanted, I wanted to kiss you,” Kandi mumbled.

The cola and vodka drink was horrible. Maybe it would have been good if there had not been so much vodka in the drink. After a few sips, Kandi poured out most of it and added a can of Burns & Burns Grocers brand cola to the drink.