Chapter 2

“Erk, I, oh AUGH!” Ann gasped out as Haralson thrust a thick finger into her unsuspecting anus.

His cock pushed and pulled in and out of Ann’s pussy in a slow, deliberate movement. The finger fully entered her rectum, pushing into her virgin ass.

Bramley’s sleek thighs came up and imprisoned Ann’s head. Ann redoubled her attention to Bramely’s clitoris and added two more fingers to the two fingers she already had inside of Bramley. Though muted, she heard Bramley squeal, then suddenly her face was wet with Bramley’s orgasm.

“Oh! Oh God!” Ann grunted as Haralson added a second greasy finger to her rectum.

Ann shrieked out in orgasm when Haralson reached around with his other hand and rubbed Ann’s clitoris.

“Aw! Wait, wait, I…” Ann protested when Haralson pulled his cock from her pussy and his fingers from her ass.

“Aieegh! I oh God! God damn it!” Ann screeched when the blunt head of Haralson’s cock pushed against her rapidly constricting anus.

Another diddle to her clitoris had Ann bucking in orgasm. Her bucking drove the head of Haralson’s cock past her resisting anus. Ann again shuddered as waves of white hot pain radiated from her anus outward.

Haralson persisted, pushing himself into her struggling rectum. Ann could feel the blunt head of his cock pushing into her formerly virgin ass, rasping and scraping against her rectal walls. She could feel the shaft of his thick manhood rubbing against her tightly clenched anus.

I, oh! Oh God, God damn!” Ann shrieked as he again diddled her clitoris.

Suddenly a warmth began to build inside of her guts. The pain was still there, but the warmth began to push the pain aside. With a groan, Ann decided to again concentrate on pleasuring Bramley. She bent her head again and began to lap at Bramley’s essences.

Ann heard Haralson’s deep voice telling Bramley, “I think, damn! I think she likes it.”

Bramely’s answer was muffled as Bramley clamped her thighs around Ann’s head. Ann felt her face grow wet again. Suddenly, her guts knotted up, then Ann felt lightheaded from the force of her first anal orgasm.

“I oh Jesus God!” Ann shrieked and bucked tremendously.

“I, oh, augh!” Haralson grunted, spurted his semen deep into Ann’s bowels.

“Ack, ack, ack, God! God stop, stop, oh please,” Ann sobbed out when Haralson began to pull his wilting cock as Ann’s colon spasmed.

The cool washcloth gently sponging her raw anus caused Ann to twitch. She let out a weak groan then rolled onto her side as Haralson left the room.

“I, I’ve never…” Ann weakly offered, slumping onto the bed next to Bramley.

“But did you like it?” Bramley asked, gently playing with Ann’s hair again.

“Here we are, some Apple of my eye for the two apples of my eye,” Haralson announced, carrying three glasses into the bedroom.

“I, yeah, yeah I, I liked, I loved it,” Ann admitted, pulling herself upright.

“She loved it,” Bramley smiled happily as Haralson sat on the other side of her, pinning Bramely in the middle.

“Ask her if she’ll do it again?” Haralson smiled, sipping the potent drink.

“Let’s see,” Bramley said, leaning over and softly kissing Ann’s mouth.

Bramley captured Ann’s bottom lip between her teeth and playfully tugged at Ann’s lip. Releasing the girl’s lip, Bramley kissed Ann again.

“Would you…” Bramley asked.

Ann dozed lightly; the sex and the alcohol and the comfortable bed conspired against her. A few moments or a few hours later, Bramley kissed her awake. The two women kissed softly, touched one another softly. Ann wiggled down and captured one of Bramely’s nipples in her mouth. She gently sucked on the hard nub, her tongue flickering back and forth across the sensitive flesh. When Bramley shuddered, Ann switched to the other nipple and began tonguing that dark nipple until Bramely again shuddered.

Pushing Bramley onto her back, Ann wiggled down and began to pleasure Bramley’s very wet slit. Bramley’s pussy had an odd taste, a slightly bitter taste. Ann realized she was tasting a combination of Bramley’s excitement and Haralson’s semen.

“Augh, oh God,” Ann gasped out as she felt the head of Haralson’s fat cock at the mouth of her pussy.

Ann gave a low, guttural grunt as Haralson entered her in one long, steady push. When she felt the scrub of his pubic hair against her slick lips, Ann shuddered in pleasure.

“Oh! Oh no! Oh, please don’t…” Ann groaned as she felt Haralson’s fingers pushing against her tightly clenched anus.

Haralson must not have heard her; Bramley’s thighs had Ann’s face trapped against Bramely’s hairless mound. His middle finger slid into her rectum and Ann shivered in pleasure.

Bramley managed a very quick orgasm. Ann was also quick to climax; Haralson was plunging in and out of her pussy while three of his thick fingers filled her rectum deliciously.

Ann licked and fingered Bramley to another climax, then squealed in orgasm. She squealed in another orgasm as Haralson’s semen flooded her pussy.

They ate supper, Haralson made a crawfish etouffee. Although sunset was at least another two hours away, Ann and Bramley both had work the next morning. Bramley and Ann shared a very long hug and kiss at the door. Haralson smiled as he and Ann hugged. She stood on tiptoes and kissed him, then Bramley insisted on another hug and kiss. The three of them promised they would get together soon; Haralson usually worked a seven and seven shift.

“I hate when he does a fourteen seven shift,” Bramely said.

Stepping outside, the three of them were shocked to see heavy raindrops beginning to splatter onto the ground. They stepped past their door and gazed up at the heavy clouds that had rolled in.

“It’s raining,” Bramley said needlessly.

“Yeah, but it’s a dry rain,” Haralson quipped.

“Oh! Shut up,” Bramley ordered, laughing.

Ann grabbed Bramely’s hand and pulled her into the inner courtyard of the apartment complex. In a steady downpour, the two women danced together; Ann blamed it on the Apple of my Eye drinks Haralson had served with their supper.

“You goof!” Bramley giggled as they clung to each other, twirling around.

“Oops! Okay, time to skedaddle,” Ann said when a rumble of thunder sounded.

With another kiss, lip to lip, Ann scurried to the apartment complex metal stairs and Bramley scampered into the apartment she shared with Haralson.

Reaching her second floor apartment, Ann hurried to unlock her apartment door. Safely inside, she collapsed in laughter; it had been exhilarating, dancing in a steady downpour. It had been exciting, racing for the safety of her apartment. Another rumble of thunder, this one much closer sounded and Ann laughed aloud as she dropped her purse onto the small table next to her door.

Peeling her translucent sun dress off, Ann realized she did not have her panties on. Had anyone looked, they would have been able to see her buttocks, they would have seen the small fringe of carrot orange hairs, seen her puffy inner lips as she scampered.

Jumping into a hot shower, Ann reveled in the feeling of the needle spray striking her flesh. Turning so that the water could pelt her back, Ann replayed the entire day in her mind.

“I, I can’t believe,” Ann giggled, blushing now. “With, with another woman.”

“And up the…” Ann whispered.

Although Bramley and Haralson were never far from her mind, Ann did not call either cell phone. She remembered that Haralson was working off-shore, and just like her, Bramley had a nine to five job.

“Why they call it nine to five? It’s really eight to five,” Ann mused that evening as she heated a pot of vegetable beef soup that Paula MacIntosh, her step-mother had made.

Her step-mother still took her job of parenting very seriously, even though Ann’s father had passed away three years earlier. At nineteen years of age, Ann didn’t think she needed a parent any longer.

“Oh, bull doody; you do too,” Ann told herself as she heated the soup.

Her cell phone rang and Ann looked at the screen. It was not her step-mother’s ringtone. The number was designated ‘Private’ so Ann sent the call to voice mail. A millisecond later, someone knocked at the apartment door.

“That was rude,” Bramley accused, entering the apartment.

“What? The number was blocked,” Ann defended.

“Okay, you need to get a ringtone just for me so you always know it’s me,” Bramley insisted. “You believe how hot it is? My thermometer says a hundred and four but I don’t believe it. It’s got to be hotter than that. Oh! What you cooking?”

There was more than enough; Ann’s step-mother tended to make more than Ann could eat. They sat together at Ann’s butcher block dining table and ate. Ann apologized; she wasn’t old enough to buy alcohol so the only thing she could offer was juice, milk or powdered iced tea mix. Bramely insisted it was fine; she only drank on the weekends anyway.

Bramley helped Ann clean up after their dinner. Then the two girls sat on Ann’s couch. Just as she had done when they sat on her couch, Bramley began to play with Ann’s long hair. She also took many opportunities to softly kiss Ann’s lips, ear, throat and shoulder.

“I swear, I could just play with this hair forever. You can’t ever get it cut, hear?” Bramley husked into Ann’s ear as her fingers combed through Ann’s locks.

Just after eight that evening, Bramley said she needed to go; tomorrow was a work day. With a few more kisses and gentle touches, it was nearly nine o’clock before Bramely made it out of Ann’s apartment. Hurrying to her bedroom, Ann flung herself on her bed and rubbed herself frantically before shuddering in orgasm.

“That’s it,” Ann laughed, designating ‘Crazy’ by Patsy Cline as Bramley’s ringtone.

“God, I really, I really think that girl is crazy,” Ann thought as she washed her long hair the next morning.

Throughout her day at Garland’s Dairy, Ann thought of the beautiful Bramley Applewhite. She also thought of the handsome Haralson Apple, shivered as she thought of his cock forcing its way into her tight anal passage.

“Girl! What is wrong with you?” one of Ann’s coworker giggled.

“I, I…” Ann said, then clammed up.

How could she explain that she thought she might be in love? She’d had relationships, most of them brief flings. But this felt different than those short-lived infatuations, temporary flashes of lust.

And how could she tell her coworker she thought she was in love with another girl? Ann had never even entertained the thought of being with another girl. Sure, she could look at her coworker, with her dark hair in dreadlocks, skin the color of milk chocolate, large breasts always threatening to spill out and appreciate the girl’s beauty. But she’d never had any sexual thoughts regarding her coworker.

“Sorry, I, I…” Ann faltered, then busied herself with the task at hand.

Friday afternoon, Ann had just entered her apartment when ‘Crazy’ began to play. She answered and Bramely invited Ann out to eat; there was a new Chinese restaurant she was dying to try.

“Anytime I want to try this place or that place, Haralson’s all like, ‘I can cook that better, why we need to waste all that money?'” Bramley confided.

Li Li’s was staffed by Asian-American employees. And, as Bramley pointed out, there were quite a few Asian customers enjoying the fare.

After a truly delicious meal, Bramely and Ann decided to try ice skating. Neither girl had ever done ice skating and enjoyed teasing one another and helping one another as they clumped along on their ice skates. With a small catch in her voice, Bramley said her grandmother had told her, Marilyn Applewhite, Bramley’s Mom was on the ice every chance she got.

Marilyn Applewhite might have been born on the ice, but that ice gene skipped over Bramely. After forty minutes, both Ann and Bramley agreed, they needed to get off the ice before either one of them got hurt.

“Haralson wouldn’t even think about doing this,” Bramley said as she put her regular shoes back on.

Returning to their apartment complex, Bramley invited Ann to spend the night. Ann went to her apartment and fetched her sleep shirt and toothbrush. She also grabbed her pillow; she could not sleep without her pillow.

“Okay, Hunter, see you later. What? No, no, probably six, seven o’clock. Okay, love you,” Ann said, then closed her door.

She didn’t know where she’d read that speaking as if someone was in the apartment was a wise thing for a woman to do, but Ann did this every time she entered or left her apartment. There had been an extremely cute boy named Hunter in her eighth grade class. Of course, Hunter never looked at Ann twice, but Hunter was the name Ann chose to call her invisible roommate.

Upon entering Bramley’s apartment, Ann was asked for her hair brush. Sitting on the couch, Bramely lovingly brushed Ann’s hair. Every so often, Bramley would stop brushing so that they could kiss.

“In thirty six days, I’m turning twenty one,” Bramley said after a very passionate kiss.

“Oh! Well…” Ann said.

“When she found out she had cancer, my Momma went to Roger Tannenbaum; he was this big lawyer,” Bramley continued. “God, this hair… Anyway, she set up this trust fund for me; see, my mom invented this carbon fiber clamp? Filed like thirty patents on the thing. I mean, I don’t even know what it does but just about everything out there uses this one clamp and…”

She paused in her work to kiss Ann again. They softly sucked on one another’s tongues.

“My grandmother’s been managing my trust for me; Well, her and her attorney. See, Mr. Tannenbaum died like four or five years ago,” Bramley said. “But my mom set it up; if I’m not married by the time I’m twenty one, then all of it, all of the money goes to charity; she wanted it to go to the American Cancer Society or something.”

“So, you and Haralson…” Ann asked, shivering as Bramley kissed her on her exposed shoulder.

“Him? Oh, please!” Bramley giggled.

“What?” Ann asked, surprised.

“Ann, he’s, well, we’re pretty sure he’s my brother,” Bramley confessed.

“He, he’s what?” Ann cried out.

“My dad’s Darrel Ignatius Cooper,” Bramely explained. “And Miss Stacy, Haralson’s mom? She was this kind of fat slut; all you had to do was say ‘hi’ to her and she would fuck you. But for about a month there, she and my mom and my dad, they were partying all the time, getting drunk and fucking a lot. Then, minute she finds out she’s knocked up? Miss Stacy finds God and starts going to that real weird Church of Golgotha or something.””

“Huh. I, I think I heard something about them,” Ann agreed and shivered again as Bramley softly kissed the back of her neck.