Chapter 5

Of course, the moment they saw the swing set, the girls forgot about blueberries. So, Maryse and Katya allowed them a few moments on the swings before Katya reminded them that they’d come there to pick blueberries. She bent to help Alisa down from the swing.

“Oh!” Maryse said, seeing the bottom half of a small fleur-de-lis tattoo peeking out of the bottom of Katya’s denim cutoffs.

She knew that tattoo. She’d seen that tattoo somewhere before and had even thought of getting a similar tattoo.

“Where, where have I, I know I’ve seen that tattoo somewhere,” Maryse thought as the quartet approached the first clump of bushes.

Maryse showed her guests how to pluck the berry from the bush and bent to help Elmira with her bucket while Katya assisted Alisa with her own bucket.

When they’d filled their buckets, Maryse and Katya dumped the berries into the ice chest and praised each girl on such a good job. They finished plucking the last of the blueberries shortly after three o’clock and both girls declared they were never ever ever going to be blueberry farmers; it was too much work.

The watermelon was good and cold and Maryse made them all laugh when she showed them how to spit a watermelon seed. Katya was very good at it; Alisa and Elmira were not. Bending down to pick up her wedge of the sweet fruit, Katya’s shorts rode up, exposing the entire fleur de lis tattoo.

“Parasols!” Maryse blurted out.

Katya looked alarmed, then smiled an embarrassed smile at Maryse. She put a finger to her lips and, flaming bright red, Maryse nodded her head in agreement. Katya then pulled the shorts from the crack of her luscious ass and again smiled at Maryse.

After eating half of the large watermelon, the girls were again herded inside. They washed their hands; with Alisa and Elmira that washing extended to their elbows. Then Alisa and Elmira went down for a half hour nap; they were put into Aunt Mary’s room. Over cups of coffee while sitting in the semi-dark living room, Katya told Maryse of meeting Weston Carter on the campus of Benhurst Community College. He was very handsome with thick blond hair and a scruffy three day growth on his face. She and a group of high school students were on the campus to use the very large library on BCC’s campus. Weston assumed that the young blonde was a student of the college.

“Of course, by the time he finds out I’m just a student at Centennial High School, it’s already too late,” Katya confessed. “And, yeah, you CAN get pregnant even if it’s your first time.”

They married; Weston had no desire to go to jail. Katya had been within the legal age of consent, but alcohol was involved. Of course by now, Weston’s ardor for the attractive blonde had cooled considerably. As her pregnancy advanced and her belly grew, Weston cringed in disgust at the sight of her.

He flunked out of Benhurst; how do you flunk out of Remedial English and Remedial Math?” Katya asked. “But he’s got a cousin down here and Luke says he can get Weston a job.”

Maryse refilled their coffee cups as Katya told her about Weston losing that job and the job after that. Two days after her eighteenth birthday, she posed for Parasols Magazine, appearing in the May issue. Bobby Elswell kept her on a retainer of sorts; she usually appeared in one or two pictorials a year and every now and then appeared in one or two pictures with another featured girl.

“That’s where I saw that tattoo,” Maryse confessed. “Are you and Weston still…”

“Every penny I made, he spent,” Katya said, voice hard. “And, even after the girls were born? Even after I lost the weight, he still won’t touch me. Oh! But he’ll fuck everything else that moves.”

“Oh,” Maryse said, not knowing what else to say.

“The last straw was when I went to deposit some money; we started a college fund for the girls even before they were born,” Katya said. “The teller says those accounts have been closed. Fuck around on me, steal the money out of my purse, Jesus, even hit me; he hit me the first time I confronted him about one of his little girlfriends. But to steal from our daughters?”

“Oh,” Maryse said, still not knowing what else to say.

Katya told Maryse she had started dancing at the Sugar Shack. Actually, her first attempt at dancing had been at the Desire Factory but the bitter rivalry between the dancers had been so toxic she left in tears.

“And of course, Weston tried to help himself to my money,” Katya smirked. “He tried to be real quiet about it; that rat trap I’d put in my purse clamped down on his hand and he screamed like a little girl.”

“The minute I had enough money? I packed up the girls and moved into our own place,” Katya said.

“Did you file for divorce?” Maryse asked.

“Hmm? No, no, believe it or not, you can be married and not live together. I figured if he wanted a divorce, he can pay for it himself,” Katya said.

“And, when he figured I wasn’t going to give him my money, when I canceled his cell phone and let him know I wasn’t paying for his car insurance? He hightailed it to a divorce lawyer as fast as his legs could carry him,” Katya laughed merrily. “See, he was, once again unemployed and he figured he’d sue me for alimony.”

“You. Are. Kidding. Me,” Maryse said, wondering if Weston Carter and her father might somehow be related.

“Of course, dumb ass forgets to tell this Parker Johnson that he has two daughters. And Parker is such a slime-ball; he can’t wait to sue the clothes off of a stripper slash nude model,” Katya smiled nastily. “I got Amelia Waters; she’s this wonderful attorney that will fight to her last breath for a child’s rights and protection. The judge decided that Weston owes me spousal support and needs to pay six hundred a month child support, as well as half medical and education. God! Both he and his stupid lawyer were fit to be tied!”

Katya’s cell phone chimed, letting Mommy know the half hour had elapsed. Maryse put the two coffee mugs into the dishwasher while Katya went to rouse the girls.

Maryse showed them the steps to making a pie crust.

While they made the two pie crusts and the filling, Alisa and Elmira standing on their kitchen chairs, Maryse and Katya occasionally bumped into one another. The fourth or fifth time they collided, Katya gently gripped Maryse about her waist and softly kissed Maryse’s lips. Maryse stopped and stared at the blonde woman, then smiled happily. Katya returned the smile.

Then, while the blueberry pies sat in the oven, Maryse had Alisa and Elmira help her in making beef raviolis and a tangy marinara sauce for their supper. Both girls, and Katya were amazed that ravioli did not have to come from a can.

“No, no, we roll out the dough; it’s almost like making a pie,” Maryse laughed. “But instead of blueberries, you stuff these little itty bitty pies with meat.”

“Miss Maryse; you make blueberry raviolis?” Elmira asked.

“Huh! I, I bet you can!” Maryse said.

“Maybe next time,” Katya suggested.

“Yes,” Maryse agreed, looking pointedly at Katya. “Next time.”

After ‘the best ravioli in the world,’ they enjoyed ‘the best blueberry pie in the whole wide world’ with vanilla ice cream melting on the warm pie. While they sat to eat, Maryse was slightly startled the first time Katya softly brushed her hand over Maryse’s bare thigh. The second time she felt the gentle caress, she turned and smiled at Katya. She then returned the soft gesture. Katya reached down and captured Maryse’s hand in hers. She entwined their fingers and brought Maryse’s hand to her lips.

“Oh!” Maryse sighed at the soft, intimate gesture.

“Sugar Shack’s closed tomorrow,” Katya stated as she and Maryse cleared the table.

“Oh?” Maryse asked, bending to put their dessert plates onto the bottom rack of the dishwasher.

“So… There’d be no reason we’d have to leave,” Katya suggested, softly resting her hand on Maryse’s upturned buttock.

“I uh, oh!” Maryse gasped, delighted.

The closet in the hall between Maryse’s bedroom and the hall bathroom still held the old toys Aunt Mary had bought for Maryse over the years. Aunt Mary just could not bring herself to throw out those memories. And, the linen closet in the hall bathroom still had all of Maryse’s bath toys.

Katya found a television show for the girls and again, Maryse made a pot of coffee. Sitting quietly on the couch,, fingers entwined, the two women chanced soft little kisses while Alisa and Elmira laughed with delight at the silly antics of the animated characters on the television.

“Oh! I, toothbrushes!” Maryse remembered.

“I, uh, I packed them,” Katya confessed, a light blush on her pretty face.

“Oh? Really,” Maryse said.

In a low voice; there were two little urchins five feet away, Katya spoke of her adolescence in Benhurst, Colorado. When her body began to mature, she found herself looking around at the other girls, at their maturing bodies. She confessed, she knew it was wrong; she knew she shouldn’t be interested in other girls or their bodies. As if to prove that point, another girl was caught ogling the other girls in the locker room. The majority of the girls ridiculed the unfortunate girl without mercy.

“I, I always regretted, I wish, I wish I’d been brave enough to stand up for Bonnie,” Katya confessed, a catch in her voice.

Bath time took longer; Alisa and Elmira did not have that many bath-toys at home. But it also took less time for the actual scrubbing and shampooing and rinsing off. After all, there was an extra set of hands involved.

Maryse saw that Katya had indeed come prepared. She had the girls’ pajamas and also had pull-up diapers for them, as well as a ‘Pee Pad’ to place on the bed. Alisa was amazed that Miss Maryse knew how to dress a little girl for bedtime and both girls squealed with laughter when Miss Maryse reminded them that she’d been a little girl too.

Finding her old books of nursery rhymes and her books of fairy tales, Maryse and Katya took turns reading to the children as they lay in Aunt Mary’s large bed. Finally, two little heads were down, sleeping soundly.

Maryse became the aggressor, hugging Katya and bringing her lips to the slightly taller blonde’s lips. Maryse opened her mouth and softly traced Katya’s lower lip with the tip of her tongue. Katya opened her mouth and accepted Maryse’s tongue.

“I, I need to shower; I feel absolutely grimy,” Maryse whispered.

“I will get your back if you get mine,” Katya smiled as they hurried to scoop the plethora of bath toys out of the hall bathtub.

“Deal,” Maryse smiled.

Maryse preferred a steaming hot shower, but let her guest set the temperature as she peeled off her sweaty tee shirt and shorts. Katya complimented Maryse’s lovely bra and panty set and Maryse modeled the intimate garment for her. Maryse admired the skimpy, translucent thong panties Katya wore. When Katya unhooked the 32C bra, exposing her breasts Maryse also admired Katya’s half-dollar sized light brown areolae and hard nipples.

Underneath the scalding spray, the two nude women hugged. Maryse leaned forward, mouth open. Katya leaned slightly and opened her own mouth. Maryse ran her hands up and down Katya’s back as they kissed. She shivered with excitement; she’d imagined this moment. She’d read in her aunt’s books about this moment. But nothing could compare with the actually feeling of another woman’s nude flesh against her own nude flesh. Nothing could adequately describe the feeling of another woman’s lips against her own, another woman’s tongue softly caressing her own tongue.

“Mm mmm,” Maryse moaned, her hard nipples rasping against Katya’s wet flesh.

“Mm hmm,” Katya agreed, slowly bringing her hands up to cup Maryse’s cute titties.

“Mmng!” Maryse grunted as Katya dragged her thumbs over Maryse’s rock hard nipples.

Releasing her hold on Katya, Maryse reached up and fondled Katya’s breasts. They continued to kiss as they touched each other’s breasts. Pulling out of the kiss, Maryse grabbed a face cloth and the bar of soap. Lathering the soap, Maryse began to lather Katya’s flesh. Katya smiled as Maryse worked. Maryse’s efforts were slow, deliberate. The efforts were also stymied by several kisses to Katya’s willing lips.