Chapter 2

As their lips mashed together again, Barbara allowed a finger to enter Amelia’s very wet pussy. Amelia moaned into Barbara’s mouth as Barbara gently felt along Amelia’s inner walls with one, then two fingers. Breaking their lip contact, but not her finger contact, Barbara eased Amelia to lie on her plush dark blue comforter. Crawling onto the bed between Amelia’s splayed legs, Barbara again kissed the younger girl’s pouting lips. Their tongues again tasted one another’s mouths as Barbara continued to finger Amelia’s wet sex. Breaking the kiss, Barbara bent her head and captured Amelia’s left nipple in her mouth. Barbara could taste the suntan lotion and the sweat as well as some of the pool’s chlorine as she sucked on the nub of flesh.

Amelia gave a loud sigh of pleasure as Barbara suckled Amelia’s nipple. With her fingers, Barbara teased Amelia’s pussy, seeking out Amelia’s clitoris.

Barbara felt the tell-tale signs of Amelia’s excitement coming close to climax; the hunching upward of Amelia’s hips, the ragged breathing, the flexing and relaxing of Amelia’s abdominal muscles. Just as Amelia began to crest, Barbara bit down on Amelia’s nipple. Amelia let out a loud squeal of orgasm.

Barbara switched her attention to Amelia’s other nipple and again coaxed Amelia closer and closer to orgasm. And, again, when Amelia’s orgasm began, Barbara bit down on Amelia’s nipple.

Barbara wiggled down and began to lap at Amelia’s wet sex. Travelling her tongue over Amelia’s bald mound, Barbara was fairly certain that Amelia had waxed her pussy. There was no stubble on the silky smooth flesh. Amelia’s pussy had a light fragrance; obviously Amelia took care to fully cleanse herself that morning in her shower. Even after two orgasms, there was only the faintest of fragrances and tastes to Amelia’s pussy.

With tongue and fingers, Barbara licked and fingered Amelia to a third orgasm. Insinuating one, then two fingers into Amelia’s tight rectum produced another squeal, another orgasm from Amelia.

Wiggling forward again, Barbara lay on top of the gasping, wheezing Amelia and kissed the girl. Amelia weakly returned the kiss, her arms loosely encircling Barbara’s torso.

Barbara rolled off of Amelia, pulling Amelia to lie on top of her. Amelia slowly regained her strength and began to kiss Barbara with passion.

Wiggling slightly, Amelia thrust her bald pussy tightly against Barbara’s pussy. Amelia’s hands explored Barbara’s breasts as they continued to kiss. Wiggling slight, braking the crotch to crotch contact, Amelia bent her head and licked around Barbara’s large left areole. She teased the tightly crinkled flesh until she reached Barbara’s rock hard nipple.

“Ack!” Barbara cried out and shuddered as Amelia lightly bit the sensitive nipple.

When Amelia began her tortuous assault on Barbara’s right areole, she lowered her right hand and began to lightly stroke up and down Barbara’s wet suit. When Amelia’s tongue reached Barbara’s erect nipple, Amelia had three fingers plunging in and out of Barbara, Amelia’s thumb mashed firmly against Barbara’s clitoris.

“Ack, Jesus!” Barbara cried out when Amelia bit down on her nipple.

Amelia wiggled down and glued her mouth to Barbara’s pussy. Amelia lapped frantically at Barbara’s fragrant pussy, tongue darting back and forth, up and down. Amelia then used her fingers to open Barbara’s folds and probed as deeply as she could with her tongue.

“This is not the first pussy you ever licked,” Barbara said aloud after her first orgasm.

Amelia’s answer was a giggle. Then Amelia began to lick and finger Barbara to a second orgasm. Barbara lay back against her pillows and moaned in pleasure as Amelia’s tongue flicked back and forth over Barbara’s clitoris.

After Amelia brought Barbara to a thunderous orgasm, the two lay entwined, arms and legs looped around one another. They kissed softly, simple brushes with their lips.

Amelia jerked away slightly when Barbara brought her hand up to Amelia’s left breast, to begin another round of love-making. Amelia disentangled herself from Barbara’s limbs.

“We get another drink?” Amelia asked as she dashed toward Barbara’s bathroom.

Barbara found their glasses still on the coffee table in the living room. She made two drinks and carried the two glasses to her bedroom. Entering her bedroom, Barbara found Amelia waiting expectantly for her drink.

The following morning, the day of Freshman Orientation, Amelia was severely hung over. She was a very whiny person as Barbara urged her to hurry, finish her breakfast, its orientation; no one cares what she looks like, come on; we need to go. Now.

While Amelia was groggily sitting through her Freshman Orientation, Barbara went to the campus bookstore and purchased the books she would need for her final semester. That task accomplished, Barbara then located three of the five textbooks Amelia would need for her first semester. The other two textbooks, Barbara still had in her own bookcase.

Barbara stood outside of Gilbert Hall as the freshmen came out; many chattering, laughing and squealing. Some, of course, looked overwhelmed and some looked bored with the whole thing. Barbara spotted Amelia and grabbed the still quite groggy girl out of the milling throng.

“Red beans and rice today; come on,” Barbara said, herding Amelia toward the cafeteria.

“Come on, can’t we just go home?” Amelia whined.

Barbara paid Amelia’s bad mood no mind and guided Amelia toward the cafeteria. Since Barbara knew the way to the squat building, they managed to beat the rush of new students and got their lunches fairly quickly.

After a truly delicious meal, Barbara then made Amelia traverse the campus, learning the route from Murphy’s Dormitory to each building. Then, while Amelia grumbled and complained, Barbara guided Amelia to Coolidge Hall so that Amelia could meet with her Student Advisor and could sign up for her dorm room. Barbara was beginning to think that the fifty bucks John had slipped her to ‘pay’ for Barbara’s assistance was far too little.

When they did return to Barbara’s home, Amelia wanted to make herself a ‘Peaches & Cream’ cocktail, as Barbara had dubbed the ice cream beverage. Instead, Barbara insisted they don their bathing suits and take advantage of the swimming pool. The cool water did seem to revive Amelia’s former good mood. As they swam, Barbara again could see the girl she’d known, the girl she had made love with the previous day.

After becoming waterlogged then baking in the sun, Barbara relented and made them a Peaches & Cream beverage. Then, nude, they retired to Barbara’s bedroom and drank their beverages. After finishing the cold, refreshing drink, Barbara pushed Amelia into a side by side sixty nine. Amelia seemed somewhat hesitant, almost reluctant but did lap at Barbara’s slit while Barbara fingered and licked Amelia to a quick orgasm.

Tuesday, Barbara allowed Amelia to sleep late. Amelia finally roused at eleven forty nine and immediately wanted a drink. Instead, Barbara fixed them a lunch of meatball sandwiches with her leftover meatball and marinara sauce. Then Barbara had Amelia pack everything into her suitcase and, with much complaining and whining, Amelia and Barbara loaded the footlocker and two suitcases into Barbara’s car.

At Murphy’s Dorm, Amelia’s roommate, Cheryl Watson was already in the room, and had her music booming and thudding. The African-American girl ignored the two white girls as they labored to pull the heavy footlocker into the room and position the cumbersome luggage at the foot of the unmade cot. The black girl said nothing as Barbara and Amelia came in again, dragging Amelia’s two suitcases.

“Bye, love you,” Barbara said, abandoning Amelia to her dorm room and her dorm mate.

Home again, Barbara sighed, feeling a pang of loneliness descend. She did think briefly of pouring herself a drink, but instead decided to find that container of Hershey’s Chocolate Syrup and made herself a big bowl of the gooey treat. Sitting at her kitchen table, enjoying the cold ice cream, Barbara looked up her classes on the University of Louisiana at DeGarde. She studied the syllabus for each class intently; this close to the finish line, she did not want anything to jeopardize her graduation.

Classes officially began on Wednesday and Barbara immersed herself into the curriculum. She did wonder how Amelia was faring; she remembered just how overwhelming her first semester of college had been. Barbara had felt alone, isolated, abandoned, especially after the death of her father and her mother’s very hasty marriage to Sebastian King.

Barbara truly felt as if she had no one she could depend on, no one she could turn to. With that thought in mind, Barbara did send a few text messages to Amelia’s cell phone. Some messages were answered, usually with single word or single letter responses. The majority of Barbara’s texts were ignored.

On the Thursday of the second week, Barbara called Amelia; her last three text messages had been ignored.

“Hello?” Amelia screamed to be heard over Cheryl’s insistent booming thudding pounding music.

“Hey,” Barbara shouted. “Listen, why don’t you get all your dirty clothes together and come spend the weekend here? Bring your books too, okay?”

“I uh, yeah, okay,” Amelia responded. “Oh! You got any of that peach stuff?”

“Yeah, sure,” Barbara agreed.

The following afternoon, Amelia shot Barbara a text message, asking if Fawn Davis, Amelia’s BFF could also come to Barbara’s house. Barbara agreed readily enough; she had plenty of food, and had bought two fifths of the Peach Schnapps and a half-gallon of the Nulough’s Peach vodka.

Pulling up to Murphy’s Dormitory, Barbara’s heart caught in her throat as she saw Fawn Davis for the first time. The red headed girl was slim, with shoulder length carrot orange hair and a plethora of freckles on her face. Her green eyes sparkled and when she smiled, Barbara could see that Fawn Davis was in need of a good orthodontist. Her breasts were fairly small, hardly a handful and her knee length denim shorts revealed pasty white thin legs liberally coated with orange splotches of freckles. For Barbara, it was love at first sight.

“Hey!” Amelia said, diving into the front passenger seat of Barbara’s car.

“Hey,” Barbara agreed. “Uh, not going help your friend?”

Amelia became slightly surly as she did assist Fawn in putting both laundry bags and both backpacks into the trunk of Barbara’s car. Again, she jumped into the front passenger seat before Fawn could claim the seat.

“Hi, I’m Barbara Rosenni,” Barbara introduced herself to Fawn. “I’m from Lowenburg too. Grew up right next to Amelia.”

“Oh! Y’all two ain’t never met?” Amelia asked, genuinely surprised.

“No,” both Barbara and Fawn answered as Fawn climbed into the rear of Barbara’s car.

Arriving at Barbara’s home, Amelia again had to be ordered to assist Fawn with their laundry bags. Barbara pointed out the washing machine and dryer in the garage, then unlocked the door from garage to kitchen. Amelia barged in and looked around for the alcohol.

“Amelia, God damn!” Barbara snapped. “I got a pork roast in the slow cooker. We’ll have some peaches and cream after dinner, all right?”

“Fine, whatever,” Amelia groused.

“Um, Barbara, it all right I get started on mine?” Fawn asked, pointing over her shoulder toward the garage. “I, I’m down to, this is it for me.”

“Absolutely,” Barbara smiled. “Need help?”

“I, no, I got it,” Fawn smiled a warm, happy smile.

“She, Fawn, your friend, she, she gay?” Barbara whispered to Amelia as Fawn shut the kitchen door.

“I, shit, I don’t know,” Amelia snapped.

When Fawn stepped into the kitchen again, Barbara asked Fawn if she had a bathing suit. Amelia snapped her fingers in frustration; she’d forgotten to bring her own bathing suit.

“Oh well. After dark?” Barbara said, trying to keep her voice light, “We’ll just go skinny dipping, all right?”

“Barbara!” Fawn gasped and giggled at their hostess’s suggestion.

“I’m in,” Amelia agreed, smiling at the naughty thought.

The dinner dishes were barely cleared away and Amelia was demanding a drink. Barbara asked Fawn if she’d like a drink. Fawn watched Barbara assemble the three drinks and nodded with satisfaction as she savored the cold, soothing drink.

After their second drinks, the sun began to paint the western horizon with beautiful hues of oranges and reds and lavenders. The eastern sky was already beginning to show deepening blues and purples. Barbara grabbed three plush towels from the hall’s linen closet and approached the sliding glass doors that led into her back yard. Fawn squeaked and giggled as she skipped toward the glass door.

Amelia looked at the two bottles of alcohol on the counter, then got to her feet and joined the two women at the rear door of the home. Barbara dropped her shorts to the floor, then unsnapped the crotch of her form-fitting leotard and dropped the garment to the floor, leaving her nude.

“Even though they were still inside, and there was a six foot tall privacy fence around the yard, Fawn still glanced around nervously before shrugging out of her tee shirt and 27B bra. With another nervous glance through the glass door toward the back yard, Fawn steeled herself and dropped shorts and panties to the tiled floor.

Amelia wiggled out of her own clothing and slid the glass door open. She casually marched across the concrete pad that formed Barbara’s small back porch, then across Barbara’s lush green yard before diving into the cool water of the pool.