Chapter 2

“You, over here,” the woman ordered Charlene as she flopped down onto the grass.

She sat back, propping herself up by her elbows. Pulling her heels to just against her compact backside, the woman spread her legs, revealing her moistening inner lips.

Charlene slowly approached the reclining woman. She slowly knelt down between the woman’s thighs and brought her face close to the woman’s pussy. She could smell the woman’s excitement as she lowered her face.

“You, get over here,” the woman barked at Kandi.

“I, you, what, what you want me to do?” Kandi quavered.

“Get down here,” the woman ordered, pulling on Kandi’s hand.

Charlene brought her fingers to the woman’s slit and pressed two fingers into the woman’s wet folds. She reached her tongue out and swiped up and down the woman’s rubbery lips. She shivered, enjoying the woman’s musky essence. Under any other circumstance, Charlene would have enjoyed this encounter. She could feel the weeds and a few cockleburs digging into her knees as she knelt on the ground, tasting her very first pussy.

“Mm hmm,” the woman moaned.

Glancing up, Charlene saw the woman and Kandi engaged in a heated kiss. Charlene could not tell if Kandi was enjoying the kiss but she could tell that their captor was enjoying the kiss.

“Mm, oh, oh Honey, you, you’ve done this before?” the woman asked as Charlene plunged the two fingers in and out of her while lapping at her juices.

“No,” Charlene said, shaking her mop of dark hair.

“Natural pussy eater, huh?” the woman asked, clearly not believing Charlene’s denial.

“Mm hmm,” Charlene agreed, locating the woman’s thin clitoris.

“Oh fuck yes,” the woman barked out as Charlene ‘punched’ the nub with her tongue.

The woman pulled Kandi in for another kiss, her hands fondling Kandi’s breasts. She thrust her own breasts toward the reluctant girl.

“Come on, Sugar. I got two titties. Play with them,” she ordered, then pulled Kandi in for another kiss.

Charlene sucked forcefully on the woman’s clitoris, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the woman. She plunged her two fingers deeply into the woman, searching for her g-spot.

“I oh, oh fuck, fuck yeah!” the woman groaned in climax.

Charlene felt her face become wet from the woman’s ejaculate. She’d read about squirting but had thought that these were just stories. Now, face dripping with a stranger’s climax, Charlene knew that squirting was actually possible.

“Oh, oh God, God damn yes,” the woman barked out as Charlene brought her to a second orgasm.

She then pushed Charlene’s head away. Tugging forcefully onto Kandi, she shoved Kandi toward where Charlene knelt.

“You. Your turn. Let’s see how good you are at eating pussy,” the woman ordered Kandi.

“You, come here. I bet you’ll be a lot better than your friend at titty play,” the woman barked at Charlene.

Charlene watched as Kandi knelt between the woman’s splayed legs. She then turned and looked at the woman’s hard face. Forcing a smile to her face, Charlene bent and softly kissed the woman’s lips. Her hand went to the woman’s soft, springy breast, fingers teasing her nipple.

“Lick, damn it,” the woman barked at Kandi.

“Yeah, you, you are pretty good at…” the woman said to Charlene as Charlene continued to fondle the woman’s breasts.

Charlene again thought, under any other circumstances, she would be enjoying this. The woman was pretty enough, with just some fine lines to show that she was no young woman. She certainly could kiss, and her taste had been pleasant. But since she was forcing them to pleasure her, this was not a fun, exciting lesbian tryst.

A gentle breeze against her sweating skin, the weeds and cockleburs digging into her knees, the smells of earth reminded Charlene that she was outside that she and her best friend and secret crush were outside, nude under the moonlight. As she kissed the woman, her left hand squeezing and fondling the woman’s flesh, Charlene reached her right hand down and felt her own patch of damp curls. Slightly parting the curls, she could feel her puffy inner lips peeking out of her cleft.

“Mm!” Charlene moaned, teasing her fat clitoris.

“Oh, oh God, oh God yes!” the woman suddenly barked out in climax.

“Mmng!” Charlene grunted, reaching her own climax.

“Oh!” Kandi let out a low shuddering breath.

“Let’s smoke one of those joints, huh?” the woman ordered, now sitting up.

“You, you can have them, Lady,” Charlene said.

“Yeah; I don’t want them,” Kandi agreed.

“Fine. Whatever,” the woman said, lighting a joint.

She smoked the joint, nodding in satisfaction. Kandi and Charlene watched the woman warily, clutching onto each other’s hand.

“Yeah, yeah, that, that’s some good shit,” the woman agreed when she’d smoked the joint.

“Yeah, I uh, the guy said it was Saint Jennifer or something like that,” Charlene said, not willing to disclose that ‘the guy’ was her brother, Dylan.

“St. Genevieve? Excellent!” the woman whooped.

Suddenly, she grabbed one of the discarded signs. Charlene and Kandi stepped back, unsure what this crazy and stoned woman might do.

“Now, let’s see,” she said, and shoved off.

For a long moment, Kandi stood, watching the woman’s progress down the hill.

“Kandi! Come on!” Charlene squealed, grabbing their clothes and purses.

“Shit!” Kandi agreed.

At the very last second, Kandi also grabbed the captor’s clothes and the two friends scampered down Gumble Hill. They sprinted toward the gate. They were a few hundred yards away from the gate when they heard the woman’s excited squeal, then the splash. Just as they wiggled through the small opening Charlene was able to force open, they heard the woman yell something.

On the other side of the fence, the two girls wiggled into their clothing again. Kandi dropped the woman’s shorts and halter top onto the ground just outside of the gate. Then, hand in hand, the two friends sprinted to Kandi’s Grandmother’s house.

Safely inside of Kandi’s grandmother’s home, the two girls suddenly burst into giggles. Elated with their adventure, then their escape they hugged each other, fighting to control their giggles lest they rouse Kandi’s grandmother. Ms. White was prejudiced against African-Americans and especially prejudiced against Charlene. She tried to hide it, tried to mask her racism behind sweet smiles and false cheer when Charlene was around. If roused from her deep, drugged sleep, the woman would not hesitate to send Charlene away. Then she would berate Kandi for bringing ‘that little n—-r’ into their fine Christian home.

“Come on; I need a shower,” Kandi said, pulling Charlene toward the stairs.

“Yeah, that water’s kind of nasty,” Charlene agreed.

Under the hot spray, Charlene wet her medium sized afro, then worked a handful of shampoo into the curls. Stepping back to give Kandi room under the spray, Charlene grunted as Kandi suddenly embraced her.

“Augh, I what?” Charlene grunted in surprise.

“I love you,” Kandi confessed, kissing her best friend.

“Oh!” Charlene gasped, delighted and returned Kandi’s hug and kiss.

While the two friends masturbated one another under a hot spray, Rachel Norton, nee Kenstrit lay on her back on the top of Gumble Hill, watching the few clouds flitting past the half-moon. The warm summer air dried her wet skin as she lay, nude on the hill, her hill.

Debra, Rachel’s mother would not have been pleased to learn that she was known around the neighborhood as ‘Old Lady Kenstrit. Picking up the bag, Rachel fished a joint out of the bag and lighted it. She smoked the potent marijuana, lazily touching her bare flesh, simply enjoying the moment.

“Well, that’s nine years of sobriety totally fucked,” Rachel murmured, not feeling guilty for smoking the joint, or for opening a bottle of her mother’s wine upon arriving to the home that afternoon.

Thankfully, Rachel had left the back door unlocked when she’d come out to investigate the noises she’d heard; her house key was in her shorts. After smoking her joint, after pleasuring herself under the watchful moon, Rachel could simply enter her mother’s home, now her home, finish drinking her bottle of wine, go to sleep. Tomorrow was still a few hours away.

The county had contacted her about the grass, threatening to fine her. They had also provided her with the name of a young man that offered to cut the grass for a reasonable price. Rachel would call him in the morning, have him come out.

She again grew aroused as she imagined a well-muscled young man, shirt off as he labored to push the lawnmower through the grass and weeds. She would come out, dressed in skimpy halter top, tight cutoff shorts that revealed her tight backside.

At first, she’d thought to simply sell the old home. But Harvey Norton demanding a divorce from her, calling her a deviant, a deceitful harlot…

“Seventeen years of marriage, gone,” Rachel murmured, close to sleep as the warm breeze caressed her naked flesh. “Just because I said I’m bi. God, I thought, I thought guys fantasize about that shit?”

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

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