Chapter 2

“She said leave her drink; she’ll be right back?” Whitney said, gently placing her hand on Terry’s hand.

“Hey Terry, three more drafts,” one of the men from the corner booth said.

“Thanks,” Polly said, returning to her comfortable perch.

“Mm hmm, I could really like this stuff,” Whitney said, finishing the last sip of her whiskey.

“It is good,” Polly agreed.

“So, what’s that?” Whitney asked, pointing to Polly’s drink.

“Told you. A whiskey sour,” Polly said.

“Is it real sour?” Whitney asked, pretty face already twisting into a pucker.

“Not too God awful bad,” Polly smiled.

“Um, no, no, I probably wouldn’t like it; think I’d like a Jack and Coke?” Whitney said.

“I heard her,” Terry agreed, already mixing Whitney’s drink as Whitney slid off of the bar stool.

“You ready for another one?”

“Terry, I’ll just have a Seven Up,” Polly said. “Last thing I need is a DUI.”

“Well, then, yes ma’am, and thank you,” Terry said, smiling as he squirted the beverage for Polly. “Customers are hard enough to get coming in here. Good customers are even harder to get.”

Polly settled up her tab. Terry, and four out of the seven male customer’s watched Whitney return from the bathroom. In the mirror over the bar, Polly watched the woman elbow her companion; he was one of the four men watching Whitney’s impressive chest wobble and bobble in her stretchy dress.

“Drink’s here,” Polly said as Whitney eased herself into her stool.

“How much I owe you?” Whitney asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” Polly said, reaching over hand pulling Whitney’s hem down.

“Oops!” Whitney let an embarrassed giggle escape.

A moment later, she leaned toward Polly and whispered, “But now you know I’m a natural blonde, right?”

“So am I,” Polly smiled, then pointed to her brown eyebrows. “But the drapes and the carpet don’t match.”

Polly pushed her soda away; after the whiskey sour, the soda was just too sweet on her palate. She needed to get some food into her stomach. The tuna fish sandwich she’d had at lunch was no longer sustaining her.

“Aw! You going? Already?” Whitney whined.

“Mm hmm,” Polly said. “Need to get some food in me.”

“But, but, we just met?” Whitney whined.

“So, what you want to talk about?” Polly asked, swiveling in her stool to face Whitney.

“I don’t know, like, what do you do? I’m a receptionist? With PC Nation? Their data center in Elgee?” Whitney said.

Polly noticed that Whitney adopted an annoying speech pattern of ending many of her statements as if it were a question. She was sure most people did not even notice; so enthralled were they with Whitney’s classic beauty. Others, she assumed, did not spend enough time in Whitney’s presence to even notice.

“I’m an attorney; with Banks, Chastaine, Greene and associates,” Polly said, fishing a business card from her purse and handing it to Whitney.

“Oh! That, it must be so hard being an attorney?” Whitney gasped, again placing her hand directly on Polly’s thigh.

“It, it has its challenges,” Polly agreed.

The intimate contact had Polly feeling slightly off, slightly discomforted. At the same time, she felt an odd flood of excitement; an electricity from the beautiful blonde’s touch.

Polly chatted with Whitney, noticing that Whitney’s brilliant green eyes stared at Polly with rapt attention. From time to time, Whitney took a sip of her drink, but she listened intently as Polly described the path she’d taken to becoming a lawyer.

“So, when you’re not, goodness, you, you really worked your butt off, didn’t you? But what you do you know, to relax?” Whitney asked. “When you’re not working?”

“I, really? Not a whole lot,” Polly admitted. “I mean, I just bought a house, over on Pitman; it’s got a hot tub, but I haven’t even been in it yet, and…”

“A hot tub? Oh! I just love, my last boyfriend? He had this hot tub?” Whitney enthused, then leaned close to Polly.

“We’d go out in his hot tub? We’d get real busy?” Whitney whispered into Polly’s ear.

Polly shivered. Whitney had her small hand on Polly’s upper thigh, very close to Polly’s crotch. And Whitney’s breath was warm in Polly’s ear.

“And he’d push me? You know, to where I was half hanging out?” Whitney whispered. “Then he’d do me, up my butt?”

“Up your?” That, that’s got to, that didn’t hurt?” Polly asked, brown eyes wide.

“Mm hmm!” Whitney giggled. “But, I, well, I kind of liked it?”

“O, uh, other than anal sex,” Polly asked when Whitney swiveled to take another sip of her drink, removing her small hand from Polly’s leg.

“Oh! And I love to cook. My apartment? Got this horrible stove? I hate it, but it’s only four hundred a month?” Whitney said. “So, what you going do?”

“My house’s got a gas stove,” Polly supplied, taking another sip of her soda.

“Oh! I would just die for a gas stove,” Whitney enthused.

“Tell you what; any time you want to cook, just come on over,” Polly smiled, pushing the half-empty soda glass away. “But I really have to…”

“Okay. Let’s go,” Whitney said, sliding out of the stool.

When Whitney slid from the stool, her dress rose up, showing the entire bar her stocking tops. Polly quickly reached out and tugged Whitney’s hem down before Whitney’s cute blonde pussy came into view again.

“Thanks!” Whitney giggled happily and impulsively kissed Polly on her lips.

“Welcome,” Polly smiled, and led the way out of The Casual.

“Y’all come back, okay?” Terry called out.

“Oh! This is one them Smart cars?” Whitney asked, as Polly unlocked the doors.

“Mm hmm; I get anywhere from thirty seven to forty one miles to the gallon,” Polly said and was again rewarded to a flash of Whitney’s pussy as the girl clambered into the passenger seat.

“Oops!” Whitney giggled happily, tugging the hem of her dress down.

“Seriously? Up the…that’s got to hurt,” Polly asked, carefully backing out of the parking lot.

“Way Darren did it? Yeah, but, you get someone knows what they doing? It feels really good, you know?” Whitney enthused.

2123 Pitman Road was a three bedroom, three bathroom ranch house. Polly had handled the estate sale for Mr. Alan Boudreaux and had managed to pick up the house for a reasonable price. She pulled into the two car garage and Whitney goggled at the 1949 Indian Chief Motorcycle and sidecar next to Polly’s Smart Car.

“It was my grandfather’s,” Polly explained. “Buzzy kept it in his shed for the last thirty years; when my older brother was born, my grandmother told him he was a grandfather, time to get rid of his toys.”

“It work?” Whitney asked, getting out of the car.

Mm hmm,” Polly agreed.

“You know how ride it?” Whitney asked, breathless.

“Mm hmm,” Polly said. “Didn’t want take it today; looked like it might rain this morning, and I knew I had to be in court by ten.”

Whitney was reluctant to leave the motorcycle, but did follow Polly into the house.

“Oh! Oh my God, copper pans? Those, I love those,” Whitney gushed, seeing the pots and pans suspended from the ceiling in Polly’s kitchen. “Oh! And cast iron? They’re, you season them?”

Whitney also oohed and aahed over Polly’s gas stove and oven. The large refrigerator also garnered Whitney’s adulation.

“You hungry?” Whitney asked and jerked the pantry doors open. “Let’s see…”

Polly found an apron and Whitney put it on over her dress. She again gave Polly a quick lip to lip kiss. Then, Polly sat at the small kitchen table and watched Whitney blaze through preparing a peanut chicken stir fry. Whitney hummed and giggled as she worked.

“That, that was amazing,” Polly said as Whitney brought the plates to the table.

“You haven’t even tried it yet,” Whitney said, puzzled.

“No, no, watching you work,” Polly said, picking up a forkful of food.

After their meal, Polly took Whitney on a tour of the home. As they walked, Whitney clung onto Polly. Whitney was very vocal in her admiration of Polly’s home and Polly’s taste in furniture. She was also very touchy-feely, grabbing Polly’s arm, touching Polly’s back, her shoulders, her hand.

“And you make your bed?” Whitney praised.

“I’m too OCD not to,” Polly admitted. “If you don’t mind, I’m going get out of my outfit.”

“No, go ahead,” Whitney said, now looking at Polly’s bathroom. “Shower in my apartment? So tiny you just bang into everything trying get clean?”

“Uh huh,” Polly said, putting on simple tee shirt and sweat pants.

“Oh no! Oh Polly! You don’t got nothing prettier?” Whitney asked, looking at Polly’s outfit.

Whitney wrapped her arms around Polly. She squeezed Polly in an embrace.

“Polly, you too pretty wear such ugly stuff,” Whitney insisted. “Come on, let’s find something nice. You don’t got nothing nicer than that?”

Polly reluctantly found a soft flannel camisole style top and matching tap pants in a soft pink pastel. Whitney nodded her approval.

“Haven’t even known you an hour and you’re bossing me around?” Polly teased.

Steeling herself, Polly slid the sweat pants down, exposing her hairless mound to Whitney. Quickly, she pulled the tap pants up and hid her bald pussy from view. Then she hefted the tee shirt up and off, baring her 32D breasts with light brown silver dollar sized areolae and fat nipples.

“There. And don’t you feel prettier?” Whitney enthused. “Oh! You said you got a hot tub? I want see it.”

“Mm? Oh, yeah, on the back porch,” Polly agreed.

Again, Whitney clung onto Polly as they left Polly’s bedroom.

“Oh, this, Polly, it’s like an oasis out here! Oh, this, isn’t this nice?” Whitney gushed as they stepped out into the back patio.

“Yeah, it is pretty nice,” Polly agreed, thinking she should give herself more time to enjoy what she had.

“Oh! Here it is, can we get in it?” Whitney begged, hugging Polly.

“I uh, yeah, I mean, I guess I got a suit that’ll fit you,” Polly said.

“What? Suit? Can anyone see us?” Whitney asked, looking around the back yard.

I uh, I, well, I guess not,” Polly agreed, looking at the tall wooden fence and shrubbery that surrounded the periphery of her yard.

Okay!” Whitney happily said and wiggled out of her dress.

Polly stared at the beautiful girl, faintly illuminated by the single porch light. Her pink areolae and thick nipples were crinkled tightly, two hard bullets sticking out a half inch. Whitney’s slim waist tapered into well rounded hips and sleek legs. Whitney’s belly button was just a nick in her concave belly.

Whitney quickly rolled her stockings down her firm legs to her ankles, bending and presenting her well-rounded buttocks to Polly’s gaze. Still half-bent, half-squatting, Whitney pulled her pumps off, then pulled the rolled up stockings off of her feet and dropped them onto the deck chair, on top of her wadded up dress.

Polly made quick work of removing the cover, then turning the hot tub on. Whitney climbed into the tub while Polly went inside to fetch towels for them.

Polly dropped the two towels onto another deck chair then gave a nervous glance around the dark area of her back yard. She peeled off top and tap pants and put them onto the chair.

“This is so nice,” Whitney enthused as Polly stepped up the small footstool she’d put next to the tub.

“Yeah?” Whitney asked, sinking into the foaming water.

“Mm hmm,” Whitney said, then giggled happily.

“What?” Polly giggled, smiling at her new friend’s enthusiasm.

“I’m just so happy I met you,” Whitney admitted and giggled again.

“I’m happy we met too,” Polly said and sat next to Whitney.

Whitney wrapped her arms around Polly and kissed Polly on her lips. She then leaned her head on Polly’s shoulder.

Polly then felt Whitney’s lips and teeth on her ear lobe. She shivered at the very intimate touch.

Whitney’s right hand rested on Polly’s torso, just underneath Polly’s heavy breasts. Giving Polly’s earlobe a gentle suck, Whitney gently rubbed her hand over Polly’s belly, down, toward Polly’s mound.

“I, Whitney, I’m, I’m not gay,” Polly managed to croak out.

“You’re, well, I’m not either,” Whitney said, then kissed Polly’s cheek softly.

“Then what are you…” Polly asked as Whitney’s fingers danced over her hairless mound.

“But I like you,” Whitney admitted.

“Well I like you, oh!” Polly said, then gasped as Whitney’s fingers delved into Polly’s wet pussy.

“And I like making people happy?” Whitney continued. “Especially when I like them?”

Whitney deftly fingered Polly’s pussy while her thumb mashed against Polly’s clitoris. When Polly threw her head back, Whitney slipped her tongue into Polly’s mouth. Polly sucked forcefully on Whitney’s soft tongue.

Polly grunted and shuddered through her orgasm. Whitney’s fingers continued to thrust in and out of Polly’s wet pussy as Whitney moved to straddle the bench seat, her knees on either side of Polly’s thighs.

“Did you like that?” Whitney asked needlessly, brushing her heavy breasts against Polly’s breasts. “You did right? I like making people happy; I think we should always try to make people happy?”