Chapter 5

“Oh! Hey, how’d you get my number?” Polly suddenly remembered.

“Uh, I work at PC Nation?” Whitney giggled. “Totally not supposed do this, but I looked you up in our data base right before Mr. Gerrard started the shut down.”

After the meal, Whitney pulled Polly to her bedroom. With a single pull of her chrome ring, Whitney was ready to play.

While Polly scrambled to undress, Whitney rummaged around in her bag and pulled out a ‘Bargain Bin’ plastic bag. She kicked off her heels and lay on the bed, propped up on her left elbow.

“Okay, you like butterflies? Or hearts? Oh, oh, I bet you’d look good with a rose,” Whitney asked.

“What? What you got there,” Polly asked, posing in her white satin bra and panties.

“Oh! That’s so pretty on you,” Whitney praised.

Polly unhooked the bra and let it flutter down. She smiled; she had Whitney’s attention as she shimmied out of her skimpy panties.

“What you got there?” Polly asked, laying onto the bed, propping herself onto her right elbow.

“They’re these temporary tattoos,” Whitney enthused, showing Polly five packets of tattoos. “I wanted to see what they’d look like; I had this boyfriend? Jason? He had a bunch of tattoos? Got most of them when he was in Mumphrey?”

“Mumphrey?” Polly asked. “Whitney, Mumphrey? That’s…”

“I know, it’s a prison,” Whitney said. “He said they had the wrong guy but then he tried to rob Huvall’s? Went right back.”

Whitney fanned out the packets of temporary tattoos. Polly noticed that Whitney fanned the packets facing Polly, for Polly to be able to see them more clearly.

“Anyway, he had these nasty tattoos? He had this snake on his hand? That’s not pretty,” Whitney said. “But, I was at that store? The Bargain Bin? Sometimes I find the nicest tops and skirts there? And they had these, right by the register?”

Polly looked at the mermaids, hearts, Roses, butterflies and roses. The second packet of roses had been opened.

“I did one of the roses? Put it right here?” Whitney said, gently tracing her right index finger along Polly’s left breast.

Leaning forward, Whitney trailed her lips behind her finger’s path, down along the inside of Polly’s left breast.

“It looked hot,” Whitney enthused.

“A rose,” Polly decided.

“Yay,” Whitney said and scrambled from the bed.

She ran into Polly’s bathroom and Polly heard Whitney fumbling around. Then she heard water running. A moment later, Whitney scrambled onto the bed and pushed Polly to lay on her back.

“First got to get the area wet,” Whitney said and applied the wet washcloth to Polly’s left breast, along the inside.

Polly realized, Whitney had made sure that the washcloth was warm. She looked up into the happy face, looked into Whitney’s excited eyes and smiled.

Last night, last night had been purely lust-driven. This, however, was deeper, more meaningful than just lustful, carnal activity.

This was spontaneity, fun, silliness. Polly realized that playfulness had been missing from her life for quite a while. Between work and school, studying to become a lawyer, pushing herself to be the best and the brightest, she’d forgotten how to laugh and play.

“And…” Whitney selected a fairly large rose; she had to unfold the transfer sheet three times.

The stem of the rose extended to just past Polly’s navel. The buds of the three roses, one opened and two still closed reached to Polly’s areole on her left breast.

“And we leave it there for a couple of minutes,” Whitney bubbled and pressed her lips to Polly’s lips.

“Wait, wait, how we get this off?” Polly suddenly worried.

Some of her blouses opened to show a goodly portion of her cleavage. Polly sometimes did dress to show a bit of cleavage; Judge Mike Hebert was known to lean more favorably in favor of attractive women. Judge Jesse Johnson certainly appreciated an attractive woman’s charms. But Polly wasn’t sure if either judge would look favorably on a tattooed breast.

“It fades after a couple of days,” Whitney said. “But if you really need take it off? We just use some witch hazel; you got that big bottle in there?”

Whitney again smoothed the transfer paper down over Polly’s flesh and kissed Polly’s lips. Polly opened her mouth and Whitney slid her tongue into Polly’s mouth.

“And…” Whitney said, sitting on her heels and slowly lifting the paper from Polly’s flesh.

“Oh! Oh that is awesome! Come on, you, you got to see this!” Whitney enthused and pulled Polly from her bed.

Polly had to agree; the tattoo was striking against her pale flesh. It looked sleazy, tawdry, gaudy, and sexy.

“That is, you are so hot,” Whitney enthused, squeezing Polly from behind as Polly looked in the long mirror over her bathroom’s vanity.

Polly allowed Whitney to decorate her pubic mound with a small butterfly. The two inch wide blue and red butterfly rested just to the right of Polly’s bald pussy.

Whitney put a slightly larger butterfly to the left of her thatch of pubic hair, right where her upper thigh and belly met. On her left buttock, Whitney put a two inch heart and had Polly write ‘Polly’ inside of the heart with a ball point pen.

Polly had Whitney take some cell phone pictures of her with her naughty tattoos. Polly also took some pictures of Whitney’s naughty tattoos.

Whitney put her tattoos back into the Bargain Bin bag and put that into her cloth bag. She again lay on the bed next to Polly and kissed Polly. The two women stretched out, Whitney on her left side and Polly on her right side and mashed their bodies together.

They bumped heads when they both tried to bend to suck on the nipple of the other. With a giggle, Whitney eased Polly onto her back, then knelt above Polly, dangling her large breasts in Polly’s face.

“Mm, oh, oh Whitney,” Polly crooned as Whitney bent and sucked, then bit Polly’s left nipple.

Whitney switched from nipple to nipple, kissing, nibbling, biting Polly’s sensitive flesh.

“Mm, ack!” Polly grunted when Whitney wiggled down and placed her warm mouth over Polly’s bald mound.

Polly lifted her head and found Whitney’s pussy. She gave a long lick from the top of Whitney’s slit to the area of skin between slit and anus. Then she used her fingers to open Whitney’s pretty lips. Polly thrust two fingers into Whitney’s hole while blindly seeking Whitney’s clitoris with her tongue.

Whitney was quick to orgasm and a moment later, Polly also grunted in orgasm. Polly kept her two fingers inside of Whitney but tilted her head, tongue seeking Whitney’s tight little anus.

“Mm, oh, Polly!” Whitney cooed as she thrust three fingers into Polly’s pussy.

“Mm, damn, oh, oh Whitney!” Polly grunted as Whitney’s tongue lapped urgently at Polly’s anus.

“Mm, oh, oh yes!” Polly hissed as Whitney thrust two well-manicured fingernails into Polly’s rectum.

“Mm, mmnng!” Polly grunted as Whitney’s right hand diddled and pinched Polly’s clitoris while three fingers of Whitney’s left hand corkscrewed in and out of Polly’s rectum.

“Aieegh!” Whitney suddenly screamed as Polly lightly bit Whitney’s clitoris.

Polly’s anus felt raw when Whitney pulled her fingers from Polly’s rectum. With one long lick to Polly’s inner lips, Whitney rolled from straddling Polly’s head. For several long moments, the two lovers lay, Whitney’s feet on Polly’s pillows.

“You know what?” Polly finally spoke. “Sixty nine? Not really my favorite.”

“Oh?” Whitney asked, concerned.

“Yeah, I’m doing you, but I can’t think because you’re doing me and it’s just this big overload,” Polly admitted.

“What you got to drink?” Whitney suddenly asked.

“Lemonade, water, um, think, yeah pretty sure Chad left some beer here. Actually kind of shocked he left beer at all,” Polly said.

“Got anything like vodka or oh, I know, whiskey?” Whitney asked.

“Yeah, I got a bottle of, Nicole gave me a bottle of St. Elizabeth’s Premium whiskey when I passed the bar,” Polly said.

Using her cell phone to look up the recipe, Polly made an Old-Fashioned for Whitney. She made herself a whiskey sour and nodded with satisfaction; it was almost as good as Terry’s, the bartender from The Casual. They returned to Polly’s bedroom, carrying their drinks.

“Mm, mm, watch!” Whitney giggled, taking the maraschino cherry from her glass.

Polly watched as Whitney closed her mouth, then spit the cherry stem out. She showed the stem to Polly, giggling.

“It’s, how’d you do that?” Polly asked, seeing that the cherry stem was tied in a loose knot.

“Why I’m good at sucking cock,” Whitney laughed happily.

“And, uh, kissing kitties?” Polly suggested and kissed Whitney.

“And kissing kitties,” Whitney agreed and opened her mouth for Polly’s tongue.

Finishing her drink, Polly put the glass onto her bedside table, on a coaster, then rolled on top of Whitney, pressing the woman against the fluffy comforter. She kissed Whitney, surprised at her own aggressiveness.

“Mm, oh,” Whitney moaned as Polly sucked on Whitney’s left nipple.

Whitney put her half-empty glass onto her bedside table and wrapped her arms around Polly’s head. Polly switched to Whitney’s right breast while her hand continued to toy with Whitney’s left breast.

Wiggling down, Polly brought her mouth to Whitney’s kitty. She used her fingers and her tongue to pleasure Whitney. Whitney wrapped her thighs around Polly’s head and screamed out in orgasm.

“Been a long day for me,” Whitney confessed as she finished her drink.

Whitney dug around in her cloth bag and pulled out a light blue satin teddy. She wiggled into the garment and modeled it for Polly’s approval. Happily, Whitney skipped into the bathroom and brushed her teeth.

Polly rummaged around in her drawer and found a soft pink baby doll nightie with matching panties. Whitney approved of Polly’s sleepwear and Polly smiled.

Again, Whitney knelt by her side of the bed and said her prayers. Then the two women kissed before Polly shut off the bedside lamp.

In the morning, Polly quietly showered then prepared for church. Looking into the mirror, Polly saw a beautiful, successful young woman looking back at her. Her hairstyle was short, but feminine. Her makeup was sparingly used, but she wore cosmetics. Her clothing was soft and frilly and feminine.

“I don’t, I don’t look like a lesbian,” Polly said to her reflection.

Opening the door of the bathroom, Polly saw the lump in her bed. She smiled; that lump was a woman, a young, beautiful woman, a young beautiful lover. Polly walked around to Whitney’s side of the bed and gently kissed Whitney’s nose.

“What? God, what time is it?” Whitney complained.

“Eight thirty, sleepy head,” Polly laughed, again kissing Whitney’s nose.

“Eight…Polly, I, this is my day to sleep late,” Whitney complained, lightly pushing Polly. “Go away.”

“I’m going to church,” Polly laughed. “Then after, my mom says she’s taking me to Side By Side for their brunch.”

“Fine,” Whitney said, burrowing underneath the comforter. “Bye.”

Polly wondered at her own sanity. She did not know Whitney, other than the blonde worked at PC Nation, in their Elgee Data Center. But she left this stranger alone in her home.

Father Brighton seemed to be in a foul mood that morning. Polly wondered if the Cabrini High School football team might have lost another game the previous Friday. Next to her, Ann Marie Chastaine was somewhat nervous, unable to keep her hands or her feet still for any length of time.

“You okay?” Polly asked, after her mother’s absent minded foot swing jostled the pew.

“I uh, yeah, yeah, I’m okay,” Ann Marie said, ceasing with her jiggling.

A moment later, Ann Marie’s leg was again swinging. Thankfully, they rose to stand. But now, Ann Marie fumbled with the buttons on her sweater.

“Now, I uh, we meeting up at that Side By Side,” Ann Marie reminded Polly as they waited to leave the church.

“Uh huh,” Polly said. “I get there first, I’ll let them know…”

“We needing a table for three,” Ann Marie quickly said.

“Oh?” Polly teased, then fell silent as her mother shot her a quite perturbed look.

At the restaurant, Polly and Ann Marie told their waitress they wanted coffee and Ann Marie ordered two Bloody Marys.

“I love, I don’t know how they get these cinnamon rolls so light, but I swear, I could eat a dozen of them,” Polly enthused.

“Uh huh, and what they was calling you in high school?” Ann Marie reminded Polly.

“Polly Piggy,” Polly frowned, recalling a time when she was severely overweight.

“I uh, I, Polly, I got me something tell you yeah,” Ann Marie said, her Cajun accent becoming quite thick.

Polly took a long gulp of her Mimosa and waited. Losing her father had been a devastating blow for Polly and her two older brothers. She searched her mother’s eyes, hoping she wasn’t about to hear that she was going to lose her mother as well.

“I, I don’t, man, I done gone over this and over this and now don’t know what say no,” Ann Marie fumbled.

The woman looked at Polly, a slow blush coming to her face. She then looked over Polly’s shoulder and sighed.