Chapter 6

“Alana, you, you’re so beautiful; why do you try to hide it?” Cindy gently asked.

“Because I don’t want no one knowing I’m here,” Alana confessed.

“Well, too late,” Cindy whispered, hugging Alana tightly. “I know you’re here.”

Alana parked the pickup truck in the ‘Visitors’ parking space and followed Cindy up the stairs to Cindy’s apartment. With a squeak, Alana hid behind Cindy when John Hebert demanded to know where Cindy had been.

“None of your business, John,” Cindy snapped. “Okay? It really is none of your business. I ask you where you been?”

Cindy dumped her duffel bag’s contents into the hamper. She smiled maliciously as she dropped half shirt and denim shorts into the hamper and left the bathroom, nude save for four inch pumps.

Alana’s eyes were wide as Cindy casually sauntered into her bedroom. John’s mouth had been opened, ready to launch into another complaint, but the sight of Cindy’s nudity quelled his comment.

Cindy dressed in jeans and light blue polo style blouse. She found her light blue socks and pulled on her tennis shoes.

“Ready?” Cindy smiled, grabbing her purse.

“Where to?” Alana asked, hoping Cindy would said ‘Home.’

“Wilson’s; you know where that is?” Cindy smiled.

Inside of the fabric store, Alana followed Cindy around as Cindy selected the fabrics she’d need to make Alana her very own fuck bear. She also gathered the materials for an extra-large Raggedy Andy and a Raggedy Ann doll.

“And, oh, oh, this, I have got to get this,” Cindy enthused, picking up a bright red white and blue plaid material.

A few yards of filmy white fabric joined the plaid fabric.

“What you going do with that?” Alana wondered out loud.

“Slutty schoolgirl uniform,” Cindy admitted, picking up a large roll of Velcro tape.

Cindy’s arm went around Alana’s waist as they waited for the Wilson’s Fabrics employee to cut the desired lengths of fabrics. Cindy put her mouth to Alana’s ear and Alana leaned closer, small hand resting on Cindy’s forearm.

“Guys are such perverts,” Cindy whispered. “Anything schoolgirl? They ’bout lose their minds over that.”

“Mm hmm,” Alana agreed, thinking of the ‘schoolgirl’ titles Alan, her grandfather had collected in his DVDs and magazines.

“Now where to?” Alana asked as they stashed the collection of fabrics behind the passenger seat of the truck.

“That sewing machine in that other bedroom? That work?” Cindy asked.

“I have no idea,” Alana admitted. “I don’t even know how turn it on.”

Michelle Pratt’s sewing machine did work. Cindy marveled at the machines many functions as she sat at the comfortable chair Alana’s grandmother used to perch upon as she used the machine. In the small chest next to the chair, Cindy found Michelle’s heavy, razor sharp scissors. Snipping the air, Cindy tested the weight and balance of the lethal implement.

“I’ll cut out the patterns first,” Cindy explained to Alana. “Need to get some stuffing, but that’s no problem, really.”

Alana watched in rapt attention as Cindy used a piece of chalk from her grandmother’s chest. Since she had the black velour already out, Cindy decided she’d also cut the pattern for a bear.

Cindy labored for a few hours, snipping, basting, and running the machine over this fabric and that fabric. Stretching out, working the kinks loose, Cindy walked across the small landing to Alana’s bedroom.

“Hmm!” Cindy mused, looking at the obscene sight of Mr. Bear, latex cock protruding from his crotch.

Her mechanical mind was already engaged from cutting the oversized pieces for her creations. Cindy asked Alana for pencil and paper. Sitting among the scraps of fabrics, Cindy doodled on the large legal pad, scribbled some equations, then flipped the page over and continued her mad scribbling.

“Come on; we need run down to the Home Depot,” Cindy suddenly said. “And, since we’ll be right down the street, we need stop by the Wal-Mart, okay?”

Alana admitted, she did not understand any of Cindy’s purchases at the Home Depot. She also did not fully grasp the purchases of pillows and zippers and other items from the Wal-Mart store. They stopped at Cowboy’s Barbecue for a very late lunch or early dinner and Alana tried the caramel apple malt and Cindy got the double chocolate mocha malt with their pulled pork sandwiches.

“Hope I got enough fabric,” Cindy chastised herself out loud as they finished their meal. “Come see; you got sauce all over.”

Cindy was impervious to the few stares they received when Cindy cleaned Alana’s face and hands of barbeque sauce. Alana’s attention was solely focused on Cindy so she did not notice the odd looks they received from the two old women or their waitress or the bus boy.

Returning to Alana’s house, Cindy made three trips to carry everything into the second suite on the third floor. Ripping three of the pillows open, Cindy finished making the basic form of Alana’s Raggedy Ann doll. Alana giggled happily when she realized that Cindy had given the oversized doll some impressive breasts.

Raggedy Andy took a few moments and his form joined Ann on the large bed in what had been Michelle Pratt’s bedroom.

“What’s that for?” Alana asked, pointing to the slit in Raggedy Andy’s crotch.

“Take me a couple days, but you’ll see,” Cindy said. “Man! I really like this machine. I’d still be working on that with my machine.”

“You like swimming? You know how swim?” Alana asked as the setting sun was sending up its last rays on a violet sky.

“Hmm? Oh, oh yeah, but I, I didn’t bring a suit,” Cindy agreed.

“Suit? Yard’s all fenced in,” Alana said, already wiggling out of her blouse.

In the cool waters of the pool, Cindy leaned against the edge of the pool and wrapped her legs around Alana’s waist. She gently pulled Alana to her and kissed her. She could see Alana’s beautiful eyes in the light of the nearly full moon as she held Alana with her legs.

“I love you,” Alana declared and Cindy believed that Alana fully believed those words.

“That, that is so sweet,” Cindy said softly and kissed Alana again.

Mosquitos soon chased the two girls inside and both shivered and giggled and complained about the cold interior of the home as they toweled dry. Then, nude except for flip flops, the two returned to Alana’s bedroom and fell onto Alana’s bed, kissing one another.

Cindy allowed herself to be pinned against the mound of pillows, allowed Alana to be assertive. Alana was abrupt, clumsy in her technique; Cindy did not object.

“I, you, you taste, I like the way you taste,” Alana gasped out, kneeling between Cindy’s splayed legs.

“Mm hmm,” Cindy grunted as three of Alana’s fingers thrust into Cindy’s pussy.

At one o’clock, Cindy roused when she heard muffled grunts and moans. Looking at the television, the only source of light in the room, Cindy could see three nude blondes in a daisy chain. Looking over, Cindy watched as Alana masturbated, watching the lesbian pornography. Alana let out a guilty little squeak when Cindy adjusted her pillow so that she could sit up.

“Like this stuff?” Cindy asked needlessly as the three blondes moaned and cooed in pleasure.

“I uh, uh huh,” Alana agreed, driving her latex dildo into her splayed pussy.

“Naughty girl,” Cindy teased and kissed Alana.

“Oh!” Alana giggled guiltily.

“OH!” Alana gasped out when Cindy began driving the dildo in and out of Alana’s pussy.

Alana screwed up her face and let out a squeal of orgasm. A moment later, the DVD player let out a click and whir and changed discs. ‘Blonde Anal Teens’ started and Alana and Cindy lay, watching the anal action on the television.

“I, you, you ever do that?” Alana asked as a pretty blonde girl was roughly sodomized by a muscle bound man.

“Mm hmm, I, I like it,” Cindy admitted. “I mean, if the guy knows what he’s doing.”

“How ’bout if the girl knows what she’s doing?” Alana braved asking.

“MM HMM!” Cindy enthused and kissed Alana.

Cindy reached over and again began to fuck Alana with the latex dong. Alana stiffened and squealed when Cindy thrust two fingers into Alana’s rectum. While the girl on the television gasped, giggled and cooed while her boyfriend coated her plump buttocks with a copious amount of semen, Alana gasped, cooed and giggled while Cindy fingered her rectum to orgasm.

In the late morning, Cindy took stock of Alana’s refrigerator and pantry and made some blueberry crepes for their breakfast. Then, reluctantly, Cindy kissed Alana’s tearful face and left Alana’s house.

After a hard night’s work; Robert had scheduled nine dancers for this Friday night, Cindy wearily went across the street to the Newhart’s restaurant. Her heart sank; there was no sign of Alana. She got her usual breakfast and sat in a different booth. Cindy did not want to sit in what she now considered ‘their’ booth if Alana wasn’t there.

“Where are you?” Cindy sent to Alana’s phone.

It was rare when it happened, but on occasion, Alana was able to sleep the night through. This happened to be one of those nights; she slept the whole night through.

Alana read Cindy’s text message in the morning and felt a horrible sinking in her stomach. Alana could imagine the beautiful dancer sitting, waiting, waiting for her lover to show up. Alana’s heart actually hurt as she imagined the loneliness that Cindy must have felt.

“Yeah?” John sleepily demanded when he opened the door.

He was too startled to react when Alana shoved him aside and scurried to Cindy’s bedroom.

Cindy was groggy; it had taken her hours to fall asleep. It felt as if she had just managed to drift off when suddenly there was a weight pressing down on her, trapping her in her bedding.

Cindy’s first reaction was one of anger; she was tired, she was upset. Thankfully, she bit back her remarks and managed to grab Alana in a bear hug, ceasing Alana’s uncomfortable assault.

“You. Take your damned shoes off, and those sweat pants, God, how can you stand to wear those things? I’m burning up just looking at you,” Cindy demanded.

With no thought to the open bedroom door, Alana stripped nude. Cindy flung the bedsheets and blankets aside, revealing her Sponge Bob Square Pants sleep shirt.

“Now, get in bed, shut up, and go to sleep,” Cindy ordered.

“I’m so sorry, I love you, I’m so sorry,” Alana babbled, crawling onto the bed again.

“What part of ‘shut up’ didn’t you get?” Cindy said, kissing Alana and covering them both.

“I’m being serious; Alana, how can you stand to wear that stuff? It, it’s just too damned hot,” Cindy asked when she woke up a few hours later.

“I, I just don’t want…” Alana whispered.

“Yeah, I know, you don’t want no one seeing you,” Cindy said. “You hungry?”

“God I’m ’bout starve to death,” Alana agreed.

“‘Bout time; I’m going deaf trying hear the game,” John said when the two women left Cindy’s bedroom.

“Mm hmm,” Cindy shrugged and entered the kitchen, Alana right behind her.

The volume of the television jumped and Cindy shook her head in annoyance. She didn’t know what game was on, if it was college or professional, if it was basketball, baseball, or football. And it didn’t matter one bit to her.

Cindy made them an extra-large omelet and divided the omelet into two portions. After they’d eaten and Cindy had cleaned the kitchen, they returned to Cindy’s bedroom and closed the door.

“I’m going go through yur closets and throw all that stuff out,” Cindy threatened as she undressed Alana.

“Better not!” Alana laughed happily as they fell onto Cindy’s bed.

After kissing for a few moments, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies, Cindy and Alana swung into a side by side sixty nine. By now Cindy was familiar with Alana’s gasps and grunts. She was able to pick up on the cues that told her that Alana’s orgasm was approaching.

“I, I need get you a key,” Alana said as they cuddled after their lovemaking.

“Oh yeah?” Cindy smiled and playfully licked Alana’s nose.

“Eww! Ack, oh God,” Alana protested. “That, oh my God don’t you ever do that again!”

“Oh yeah?” Cindy teased and again licked Alana’s nose.

“Ack! I mean it! Stop!” Alana screamed.

She flung herself on top of Cindy and the two women wrestled on the bed. With squeals and giggles, Cindy and Alana tussled. Cindy let Alana win and they lay, panting as Alana pinned Cindy to the bed.

“I, oh boy!” Alana wheezed.

After a moment, Cindy gently eased Alana off of her. Gathering some clothes, Cindy said she was going take a quick shower, then they could leave.

“I go in ’bout six,” Cindy mused, looking at her alarm clock. “So, do some sewing, then…”

“I’m serious, need get you a key,” Alana said as she dressed. “That way? I’m not at the Newhart’s? You just come on over.”

“Hey, I’m going off-shore Tuesday,” John informed Cindy when she exited the bathroom.

“Oh. Okay,” Cindy said, brushing her long blonde hair.

“I’m back on fourteen on,” John continued as Cindy closed her bedroom door.

“Oh. Thank God,” Cindy said out loud.

Robert had again scheduled nine dancers for the evening shift. Nine dancers competing for the dollars of the twenty to forty men in attendance whenever they were on the stage. Nine dancers hoping to entice one or two patrons to spring for thirty minutes in a Sweet Suite. Cindy was exhausted when she finally lugged her bear and her Raggedy Andy to her car.

“I swear, I, I just hate this shit,” Lotus snapped as she tottered to her own car. “Fucking Robert fucking Brown; really? He really needs schedule all of us like that?”