Chapter 4

“Saturday’s my birthday; what you going get me?” Dominque asked Zane as they waited for their orders to appear in the service window.

“A big old kiss,” Zane brave saying.

“Oh yeah?” Dominique asked, grabbing her order before Zane could respond.

“So, how old you going be?” Zane asked the next time they met by the service window.

“Eighteen,” Dominique said, country accent coming through loud and clear.

“Where you from?” Zane asked, amused by Dominique’s twang.

“Little itty bitty place; bet you ain’t never heard of it,” Dominique smiled, blowing her hair from her face. “Pembleman.”

“Out in the middle of nowhere; my momma’s got an uncle lives out there,” Zane laughed, hustling to get her order to her table.

On Saturday, Zane gave Dominique a birthday card. She held her breath as Dominique read the card; it was a somewhat romantic card.

“Aw! Thank you,” Dominique said, hugging Zane.

“Welcome,” Zane said, then had to hurry; three people had sat in her area.

They did not get another opportunity to speak; Wedges was slammed that Saturday. Zane did not know what was happening in the college town of Myndee, but there was a long line of customers. And after her shift finally ended, Zane saw that Dominique was already gone.

Looking at the schedule, Zane saw that she and Dominique were scheduled to work the lunch shift together on Monday. The manager said that Dominique had classes from eight to ten on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. Tuesdays and Thursdays, she had classes until three fifteen in the afternoon so would be working the evening shifts, or would be off.

Monday, Zane whispered her new mantra of ‘changes, Zane, changes’ and entered the restaurant. Spotting Dominique, Zane smiled and smiled a little wider when Dominique returned the smile.

“Changes, Zane, changes,” she whispered as they walked the hallway outside of the kitchen from employee break area where the time clock and schedule were situated toward the dining area.

“Hmm?” Dominique asked.

“Oh! Hey, you uh, you asked me what I was going give you for your birthday and I told you a big old kiss,” Zane said just as they entered the dining room.

“Uh huh. But you got me that real nice card,” Dominique smiled. “Miss Nancy; what section I got?”

It was a busy Monday. Zane kept her eye on Dominique, admiring the way her skirt flounced as she marched. She also smiled every time she caught Dominique blowing the hair out of her eyes.

As their shift ground to a halt, Zane made sure she was right behind Dominque as the girl clocked out. Zane muttered her mantra then grabbed Dominique’s hand, preventing the blonde from dashing away.

“Want your birthday present now?” Zane asked, verifying that they were alone in the hallway.

“This some kind April fool joke?” Dominique asked, slightly nervous.

“Huh?” Zane asked, looking into Dominique’s beautiful eyes.

“I’m ’bout to scream one more person plays some stupid April fool’s joke on me,” Dominique groused. “Number one, they ain’t funny and…”

Zane softly kissed Dominique’s pouting lips. With another look around, Zane again softly kissed Dominique.

“Hey, you know how play pool?” Zane asked.

“So, this ain’t no April Fool’s…” Dominique asked, hand softly rubbing up and down Zane’s arm.

“No; damn, didn’t even remember today is April fool’s day,” Zane admitted. “Know how play pool?”

“Nuh uh,” Dominique admitted. “You?”

“Come on. I’ll teach you,” Zane said, grabbing Dominique’s hand and marching to the rear door.

“You, you got your own stick? You some kind of what they call it?” Dominique gasped when Zane got her cue from her car.

The bartender gave Zane a half-smile and grunt when Zane and a real pretty blonde entered the empty bar, hand in hand. Zane grabbed the third pool table; the felt was newer. After racking the balls, Zane ordered two Barq’s root beers and took them to where Dominique stood, pondering the selection of cue sticks.

“The ones with the black lines on them are kind of warped,” Zane explained, showing Dominique where someone had drawn a black permanent marker stripe around the middle of a few of the sticks.

Helping Dominique to select a cue stick, Zane then grabbed the girl from behind. Just as Lynn had done to her, Zane pressed herself against the back of the girl, bending her over and showing her the proper way to hold the stick.

“And you…” Zane husked into Dominique’s ear as she showed Dominique the proper way to strike the cue ball.

“I think, I think I like pool,” Dominique whispered, gently rubbing her backside against Zane.

“I love it,” Zane whispered before finally straightening again.

As was to be expected, Dominique lost the three games. They left when Kevin Durrell entered and immediately demanded a rematch with Zane.

“It’s a hundred to play this table,” Zane said, showing Kevin a wad of bills. “No? Didn’t think so.”

“Zane, you that good?” Dominique goggled as they stepped out into the late twilight.

“No,” Zane giggled. “But he’s that bad.”

“You uh, um, there’s that Frank’s right there by my dorm,” Dominique suggested when they reached Zane’s car.

“Or you could come on over. You like Chinese?” Zane offered, pulling Dominique close. “Order up some Buddha’s Palace? Then…”

“I need get my books. Oh! Oh, and some clothes for tomorrow,” Dominique said, searching Zane’s eyes.

“Your car here?” Zane asked.

“NO, no, my dorm’s only couple blocks that way,” Dominique said, pointing.

Zane drove Dominique to the dorm building. She sat and waited in her car, fidgeting nervously. Suppose Dominique changed her mind? Suppose the girl changed her mind, then went to Wedges and told everyone all about her coming on to another girl?

“I hate, I mean, I do really hate my roommate, you hear? Girl is just nasty,” Dominique said, getting into the car.

Dominique liked Zane’s apartment; lavishing praise on Zane’s taste in furniture. Zane admitted she’d bought all of it on credit; Roselawn’s Furniture store even gave a ten percent discount if you applied for their credit card.

“That’s how I got my credit score up,” Zane said, finding the on-line menu for Buddha’s Palace.

Cuddling together on the couch, the two selected their dinner. They continued to cuddle while Zane placed the order, using the on-line app. Then as soon as Zane hit ‘Check-Out’ they shared their first kiss as girlfriends.

“Okay, you serious?” this ain’t no April Fool’s joke?” Dominique gasped as Zane’s hands went to her breasts.

“How many times I got tell you? This ain’t no April fool’s joke,” Zane insisted, sucking another kiss from Dominique’s pretty lips.

The delivery person heard squeals from inside of the apartment when he knocked on the door. He was very pleasantly surprised when a beautiful brunette answered the door, dressed only in short pull over shirt and very skimpy panties. With a smile, he accepted the three twenty dollar bills and nodded his thanks as the girl told him to keep the change.

“Can think of something else I’d rather have as a tip,” he thought, looking at her sweet ass when she turned to close the door.

“New rule,” Dominique giggled, flinging the throw from her nude body.

“New rule?” Zane asked, eyes drinking in the sight of Dominique’s beautiful body.

“No clothes at the dinner table,” Dominique ordered, skipping over to the table.

“Okay!” Zane giggled, stripping out of her clothes.

“And next time? You got to answer the door like that,” Dominique decided.

“No way!” Zane squealed, grabbing some plates from the kitchen.

“Bet he’d forget to charge us,” Dominique giggled.

They ate, chattering happily, teasing one another. They shared from each other’s plates, approving of each other’s choices. Then, as Zane put the dishes into the dishwasher, Dominique wiped the table clean.

Zane pulled an unresisting Dominque to her bedroom. A solitary lamp glowed, keeping the bedroom in semi-darkness. Falling across the bed, Zane landed on top of Dominique and pressed her mouth to Dominique’s laughing mouth. Lying on top of Dominique, Zane ran her hand over Dominique’s breasts, using her fingernails to lightly pinch Dominique’s hard nipples.

Her fingernails were growing in nicely. The faux nails had fallen off; apparently the adhesive was not very strong. But Zane had been bound and determined; she would not bite her nails. She kept telling herself, ‘Changes, Zane, changes’ and had been adhering to that ideal.

“Oh!” Dominique whispered as Zane teased her nipples.

“Oh?” Zane teased, then bent her head and sucked on Dominique’s left nipple.

“OH!” Dominique affirmed, shivering.

“Oh,” Zane whispered, sucking on the other nipple while pinching and twisting Dominique’s spittle wet nipple.

“Augh!” Dominique grunted as Zane’s fingernail dug into the tender nub.

“Too hard?” Zane worried.

“Harder,” Dominique groaned. “I, I like them… Augh, hard.”

After cruelly pinching and tugging on Dominique’s nipples for a few minutes, Zane kissed her way down Dominique’s heaving belly. She could smell Dominique’s arousal as she approached the tuft of blonde curls between Dominique’s legs.

Sliding off of the bed, Zane knelt between Dominique’s splayed legs. Placing the girl’s thighs on her shoulders, Zane brought her hands between Dominique’s thighs, gently raking her fingernails over Dominique’s soft flesh. This caused the blonde to giggle and twitch.

Then Zane used her thumbs to open Dominique’s sex. Leaning forward, Zane breathed deeply of Dominique’s aroma. Eagerly, she reached her tongue out and took her first taste of another woman’s sex.

“Oh God!” Dominique groaned at the intimate contact.

“Yyeess!” Zane moaned, delving her tongue deeper into Dominique’s wet folds.

Finding no hymen, Zane thrust two fingers into Dominique. She located Dominique’s clitoris and sucked the nub into her mouth. Curling her fingers, Zane sought out Dominque’s g-spot. When she did find the treasure, she gently rubbed while sucking more and more forcefully on Dominique’s clitoris.

“I, oh, augh, I, oh dear God!” Dominque gasped, grunted, then shrieked, coating Zane’s face with her ejaculate.

After her third powerful orgasm, Dominique babbled for Zane to please stop, please have mercy. The beautiful blonde lay limply on the edge of the bed, legs dangling over the edge.

“Where, where on God’s earth did you learn that?” Dominque asked weakly as Zane softly, gently sponged Dominque’s sweating face.

“Looked it up,” Zane giggled. “I was looking at some billiards videos then thought of looking up some lesbian stuff.”

“Great, just great,” Dominique mock complained. “Like I don’t already have enough stuff to study? Now I got to look that stuff up too?”

“But, but did you like it?” Zane whispered, nuzzling Dominique’s throat, pressing her nude body against Dominique’s nude body.

“I, I loved it,” Dominique admitted.

Dominique did not really need to study lesbianism. She seemed to be a natural as they swung into a side by side sixty nine. Each girl tried to lick, finger and suck the other girl to orgasm first. Zane shivered as she felt Dominique’s hair tracing along her upper thighs, felt Dominique’s breath against her wet lips, then felt that first swipe of a hesitant, uncertain tongue.

Putting out of her mind as best as possible the euphoric feelings of her lover’s tongue and fingers on her six, Zane managed to satisfy Dominique a split-second before her own orgasm crested. The feelings of bliss were overwhelming; Zane felt it all deep within her belly.

“I, I’m exhausted,” Dominique admitted a moment later.

“Then let’s go to sleep,” Zane suggested, pulling the corner of the fluffy comforter back.

The few times Zane had spent the night with Nicholas, they had made love, only for him to roll away the moment he ejaculated. The one and only time she’d attempted to spoon with him, he had angrily declared that she was making him too hot to sleep.

If Dominique and Zane had become any more entwined with one another, they would have passed through one another.

“I didn’t brush my teeth,” Zane thought as sleep came quickly.

“Damn! Neither did she,” Zane thought, waking up the following morning.

“Need to let me go; I got to pee,” Dominique whispered, softly kissing Zane’s lips before throwing out, “Miss Morning Breath.”

“Room to talk,” Zane giggled, realizing it had been Dominique’s soft whispers and kisses that had roused her from her sleep.

Wiggling backward, working her arms and legs free from Dominique’s petite frame, Zane then assisted the girl from her bed. In the semi-darkness, Zane was struck by the girl’s simple beauty, even as her hair was tousled, her eyes heavy from sleep.

Nicholas had always looked haggard, rough in the morning. And, Nicholas had always mocked Zane for her morning appearance, saying she looked like a dog had chewed on her during the night.

“God, you, you’re beautiful in the morning,” Dominique whispered before dashing to the bathroom.

“What a country girl,” Zane thought as Dominique did not close the bathroom door, just flopped down onto the toilet.

Nicholas had not afforded her any privacy. Zane realized he’d had a perverse curiosity about female urination and…

“You know what? He, he ain’t a part of your life no more,” Zane thought as she began to fill the basket with coffee grounds. “So, quit worrying ’bout him.”

“Hey,” Dominique whispered, coming up behind Zane and softly kissing Zane’s bare shoulder.

“Hey,” Zane whispered, twisting to kiss Dominique’s lips. “Let me go tinkle and…”

After urinating, Zane brushed her teeth. She smiled, seeing Dominique’s wet toothbrush on the lip of the vanity. Stepping out of the bathroom, Zane was pulled back into bed. Once more, the two girls entwined their limbs about one another, kissing softly.

“I need to pee,” Zane heard and was once again roused from a deep, satisfying slumber.

“And I’m starving,” Zane realized as she wiggled backward to disentangle their limbs.

“Oh God! Me too!” Dominique realized.

Dominique moved in that night. The manager of Zane’s apartment complex shrugged her shoulders as Zane added Dominique to her lease; as long as the rent was paid, she really didn’t care who paid it. Hell, the girl in the corner apartment had no less than three men paying her rent for her.

The manager of the Wedges made a mistake the following week; Zane had no hours at all. When Zane confronted him, he realized he’d meant to schedule Zoe for vacation time, not Zane. But that momentary scare was enough for Zane to make another of her changes.

“I’m his most reliable waitress. I bust my ass every shift,” Zane told Dominique. “But really? Wasn’t for tips? I’d be living in a cardboard box somewhere.”

“I can’t afford look for nothing else,” Dominique said. “Least he’s willing schedule me around classes.”

“Changes,” Zane said aloud, causing Dominique to smile.

“And I’m one them changes,” she said just before the door of the restaurant was unlocked.

“That’s right,” Zane agreed, quickly squeezing Dominique in a one-armed hug.

Even though the manager did correct his mistake, Zane sat down with all of her pay stubs arranged in order. She also looked over her bank statement on-line, paying careful attention to income and expenditures. Once more, Dominique offered to chip in more money to pay for utilities or rent.