Writing It Down

“Oh, hey! You want a bath bomb?” Becky suddenly asked. “My mom? Got me this big old thing of them. Got cucumber melon, um, jasmine-vanilla, eucalyptus, um, lavender, strawberry; what you want?”

“Lavender? What’s that smell like?” Monty asked, sinking down until just her head was above the water.

Becky dropped the lavender bath bomb into the water and before she left with Monty’s clothes in hand, the bathroom began to fill with the sweet scent. Monty plunged her head under the water and stayed as long as she could hold her breath.

In her garage, Becky made sure the washing machine was set to ‘cold water’ and started a small load. She then scampered out of the cold garage; she was still in her own wet clothes.

In the guest bedroom, Becky hurried to the bathroom. She turned on the heater and closed the door. She went to her bedroom and found a long sleeved U.L.D. tee shirt and a pair of fuzzy socks. She smiled; she could faintly hear the whirlpool jets through the wall that separated her bedroom from the bathroom.

“Yeah?” Monty called out when Becky knocked on the door.

“Okay, got you this and some fuzzy socks,” Becky smiled, grabbing her own sleep wear from the counter.

“Thanks, Miss Becky,” Monty said.

With a nod, Becky left the bathroom. In the guest bathroom, Becky took a quick shower. She consoled herself that she would take a nice long bath tomorrow. Tomorrow, she would try out the waterproof vibrator she’d bought recently.

One of the former tenants, Jonathon Savoie had left behind a stack of his Parasols magazines when he and Richard and Richard’s wife had abruptly moved out of the rental home. Becky had read through the magazines and had sent in her own subscription for the adult magazine as well. Several companies advertised in the back pages of the magazine; Becky had ordered the vibrator from one of those companies. Just as promised, shipping was fast and the instrument of pleasure had arrived in a discrete package.

“C batteries? I got C cell batteries?” Becky asked herself as she toweled dry.

Becky wrapped a towel, turban style around her waist length hair. She then grabbed her cell phone and sent a text message to Layla Greene. Becky and Layla had formed a fast friendship over the Thanksgiving break and solidified that friendship over the Christmas Holiday. Now the two girls texted or talked at least twice a week.

“Need recipe for quick and easy soup. It is cold and rainy here,” Becky sent.

“Peanut chicken Thai,” Layla answered, with a link for the recipe.

“Isle of view,” Becky responded.

“Isle of view too,” Layla responded, including a kissy face emoji.

“Yeah?” Monty called out when Becky knocked.

“You allergic to peanuts?” Becky asked, poking her head into the steamy bathroom.

“No; eat peanut butter and jelly all the time,” Monty said. “But, Miss Becky, you don’t need…”

“Monty, you don’t know when your aunt’s coming home. Really think I’m going eat and not feed you?” Becky shushed the girl’s protests. “Oh! You want some tea? My sister in law, well, she’s not really my sister in law, but my brother’s girlfriend, I swear, she is the coolest, anyway, she sent me this stuff make this drink called a warm blackberry cobbler, oh! It uh, it’s got alcohol in it; that all right?”

“Black…that sounds yummy,” Monty agreed, sitting up in the water.

“I hate you; wish I had cute little titties like those, instead of these big old monsters,” Becky thought as she closed the bathroom door.

In the kitchen, Becky turned on her Keurig coffee maker. Then she got out the box that Layla had shipped to her.

‘Had to come up with a specialty drink for class,’ Layla had written. ‘Came up with a “Warm Blackberry cobbler,” One mug of hot tea, one jibber of blackberry schnapps, one jigger of blackberry vodka and a spritz of lemon juice. Enjoy!’

In the box was a box of Lipton tea bags, one fifth of blackberry schnapps, and one fifth of Nulough’s blackberry vodka, one small glass with various markings indicating one jigger, two jiggers, and two sixteen ounce mugs. And on each mug was a heart with the words ‘Isle Of View’ printed inside the heart.

“Isle of view too,” Becky smiled, seeing the words on the large mug.

While the tea bags steeped in the large mugs, Becky read the recipe for Peanut Chicken Thai soup. She pulled two leg quarters from the freezer and put them into the microwave to defrost.

“Yeah, yeah, I know, microwaves rob food of their soul,” Becky murmured as she put a large pot onto her stove. “Whatever, Layla; they defrost quick and easy, okay?”

Because Paul Robichaux seemed to understand the needs of a person of shorter stature, the stove was at the proper height for Becky. She again checked the recipe and located the other ingredients.

She measured out the jiggers of the schnapps then the jiggers of the vodka, nodding at the aroma that wafted from the mugs. A squirt of lemon juice from the plastic lemon from her refrigerator and the two drinks were ready. Layla would have been livid; the recipe called for lemon juice, not plastic lemon juice.

“Thank you so much, Miss Becky,” Monty enthused, stepping into the kitchen. “That bath’s the best.”

“Will you quit calling me ‘Miss Becky?’?” Becky said, smiling. “I’m only twenty, for God’s sake!”

She indicated the kitchen table and they sat, sipping the quite hot tea.

“Oh, wow! Layla, this is good,” Becky said aloud.

“Isle of, where’s that?” Monty asked, reading her mug.

“Say it out loud,” Becky smiled.

“Isle of view,” Monty said.

“Oh! Well, Isle of view too,” Becky smiled.

“Isle of, oh! I love you! That’s so cute,” Monty enthused.

“My sister in law and me? We say that to each other all the time,” Becky admitted.

She took another sip of the beverage, then got up to turn the microwave off. She could smell the chicken beginning to cook in the appliance.

“Okay, and…four cups of water, bouillon cubes,” Becky read off of her phone.

“That smells good,” Monty said, looking into the pot as Becky stirred in the ingredients.

Becky smiled and put a casual arm around Monty’s slim waist. She then put the wooden spoon into Monty’s hand and had the girl stir the soup while she located the next item on the list. As she added the basil, Becky again put her arm around Monty’s waist.

To Monty, the contact may have seemed casual. To Becky, however, the contact was creating that odd, slightly off-center feeling in Becky’s stomach. She wished she’d put on a pair of panties; she could feel her pussy moistening.

“Half teaspoon of red pepper flakes,” Becky read a few minutes later and reduced the heat. “Come on; while the corn starch thickens. You got a hair brush?”

“Yeah,” Monty agreed and grabbed her wet purse.

Becky pulled Monty into her bedroom and pushed the girl onto the bed. She plugged in her hair dryer, then scrambled onto the bed behind Monty.

If Monty thought it odd to have another woman’s legs loosely wrapped around her hips, she made no indication. She allowed Becky to brush out her long hair while the hand held appliance whirred and whined.

Becky had that feeling in the pit of her stomach again as she worked the brush through Monty’s thick hair. She wondered if Monty noticed how much her hands were shaking.

Becky and Monty switched places and Monty used Becky’s brush to brush out Becky’s chestnut brown hair. Becky wondered if Monty could see the large wet spot on the flannel shorts. Looking into the mirror over her dresser, watching as Monty carefully methodically dried her hair, Becky wanted to twist around, wanted to press her lips against Monty’s lips.

Looking again into the mirror, Becky could see the faint shadow of the wet material. She cursed herself; she should have put on a pair of panties before pulling on the shorts.

“There. All dry,” Monty said, shutting the hair dryer off.

And when the girl got out of the bed, Becky could see a dark circle on the back of Monty’s long tee shirt. She bit back the squeal; Monty’s own pussy was wet. Obviously, Monty had found the intimate gesture just as arousing as Becky had.

In the kitchen again, Becky got down two large soup bowls. She poured the soup over the rice noodles and they sat to eat.

“Oh, man! This is good; you said this was peanut chicken soup?” Monty said.

“Yeah; like I said, Layla’s this cook,” Becky agreed.

“And tell your mom I want couple them bath bombs,” Monty said. “My aunt? Don’t never get none that kind of stuff. And usually? My skin’s so dry.”

“Yeah; my skin? Would dry up in a minute, I swear,” Becky agreed. “Why I buy lotion by the bucket.”

“‘Well, if you didn’t need shoes; I swear just bought them shoes, how you outgrow them so fast?'” Monty said, adopting a harsh voice.

Becky reached out a hand and gently touched Monty’s hand. The girl glanced up and Becky could see the pain in Monty’s golden brown eyes.

“Be right back,” Becky said, getting up from the table.

Monty continued to slurp the spicy soup. She heard a door close. A minute later, Becky sat down again. The two women finished their meal.

“Okay, now that we’re all warmed up,” Becky said, pulling Monty to her bedroom again.

Becky had plugged in a small electric heater and closed the door, trapping the warm air inside. On her bed, Becky had unfurled a large beach towel. A large bottle of lotion lay next to the towel.

“Found my lavender one,” Becky smiled and urged Monty onto the king sized bed.

“Oh, Miss…Becky,” Monty protested lightly as Becky made her lay on her belly.

Becky pulled Monty’s socks from her feet, then squirted a bit of the lotion into the palm of her hand.

“Oh,” Monty moaned softly as Becky began to rub the lotion into the sole of Monty’s left foot.

“Oh,” she barely moaned as her right foot also received a gentle massage.

She just murmured as Becky’s fingers kneading her calves, the backs of her knees, the lower half of her thighs.

Becky once again felt that off-center feeling in the pit of her stomach. The feeling had lessened as they’d sat to eat. But, now, in the dimly lighted bedroom, that feeling had returned and was strengthening.

Becky edged the hem of Monty’s tee shirt up to just underneath Monty’s deliciously rounded buttocks. She continued to work the lotion into the girl’s light brown flesh. Bending and peering, she could see Monty’s pinkish purplish pussy lips, fat and wet, peeking out between the dark brown curls of her pussy.

That odd off-balance feeling was so strong, Becky was sure she was swaying, in danger of toppling over. She could hear her heart beating, the pulse pounding in her ears as she touched another girl’s soft flesh. Becky swallowed; her throat was tight and dry.

“This all right?” Becky asked quietly, tugging gently on the hem of the tee shirt.

“Hmm? Oh. Oh yeah,” Monty gave her consent and Becky eased the hem up and over Monty’s round buttocks.

Becky leaned forward; she could smell an earthy, musky aroma over the lavender scented lotion. She kneaded the lotion into Monty’s sweet buttocks, firmly squeezing the hillocks of flesh. Easing the hem further up, she brought her hands to the small of Monty’s back and pressed firmly.

“Ugh!” Monty groaned.

Becky applied the lotion into Monty’s flesh, edging the tee shirt higher and higher. She moved Monty’s thick hair aside and ran her hands lightly up and down Monty’s ribcage. She could feel the swells of Monty’s cone shaped breasts, mashed against the towel, the soft comforter and pillow top mattress.

“Can we take this off?” Becky asked, forcing herself to speak in a soft whisper.

“Uh. Huh,” Monty sluggishly agreed.

Becky worked the lotion into Monty’s shoulders, up and down Monty’s arms. She then bade Monty roll onto her back.

Becky again started at Monty’s feet. Lifting Monty’s right leg, Becky could see Monty’s pussy lips, slick and puffy with excitement. She could see that Monty had a fat clitoris that peeked out from the folds of Monty’s pussy.

Becky could also feel how wet her own pussy was. When she had sat back, to give Monty room to roll over, her hairless crotch had come in contact with her flannel shorts and they were soaked with her juices. Becky’s vision was so blurred that her glasses were useless.

Becky gently massaged Monty’s flesh, carefully skipping Monty’s pubic mound and breasts. She smirked; Monty twisted slightly, trying to force her vulva and then her breasts into Becky’s hands.

Finally, Becky gently traced her fingers around Monty’s slim throat. She then leaned forward and gently touched Monty’s full lips with her own.

Eyes still closed, Monty twisted her head slightly and pressed her lips against Becky’s lips. Monty opened her mouth and lightly licked Becky’s lips. Becky opened her mouth and touched her tongue to Monty’s soft tongue.

Becky stretched to lie next to Monty; her equilibrium was completely gone by now. She again touched Monty’s lips with her own, her greasy hands gently touching Monty’s beautiful face.

The girls kissed for a few minutes. Becky then pulled her mouth from Monty’s mouth, bent and took Monty’s left nipple into her mouth.

“Ugh! Oh,” Monty let out a grunt, then whoosh of air.

Becky squeezed Monty’s right breast in her hands while her mouth licked and suckled Monty’s left breast. She then leaned over and began to tongue Monty’s right nipple while her hands toyed with Monty’s left breast.

“Ugh, oh God!” Monty cried out.

Becky continued to suckle Monty’s breast while Monty shuddered in orgasm. When Monty ceased shuddering, Becky again sought out Monty’s lips. They kissed, tongues mashing against one another. Then Becky again began to suckle on Monty’s hard nipples.

After she brought Monty to another orgasm, Becky rolled onto Monty’s belly and wiggled down Monty’s torso. She lightly kissed Monty’s heaving belly, then blew warm breath over Monty’s dark brown curls.

“Ugh, oh God, oh Miss…oh Becky,” Monty keened.

Becky had never performed oral sex on another woman. Most of her boyfriends had performed the act on her, though. She knew what she liked and what she didn’t like.

Becky liked when Todd payed attention to her pussy lips. She liked when Todd tried to force his tongue into her pussy. She had liked when Billy used his thumbs to open her up and licked up and down her pussy lips. She liked when her lovers used their fingers to plumb her pussy, her anus.

Licking up and down Monty’s musky pussy, savoring the flavor of the beautiful girl’s sweet pussy, Becky brought a finger to Monty’s tightly clenched anus.

“Ugh, oh God yes,” Monty hissed as Becky drove the tip of her finger into Monty’s ass.

“Aiee! Augh, oh my God!” Monty screamed when Becky thrust two fingers into her pussy and clamped her lips around Monty’s clitoris.

Becky felt her face suddenly become drenched. She licked and sucked and fingered Monty’s pussy while worming a second finger into the girl’s tight ass.

“Aiee!” Monty screamed out again when Becky gave Monty’s clitoris a forceful suck.

Becky sat back onto her heels and ran her tongue over her lips, trying to get all of Monty’s nectar from her face. She sucked her fingers clean of Monty’s essences. Becky smiled; even without her glasses, she could see that Monty was a limp rag right now, slumped on the bed.

Again, Becky’s strength left her, her sense of balance abandoned her and Becky stretched out next to Monty. She lay an arm across Monty’s belly.

“I never, that, that was the first time I ever done that,” Becky admitted to her guest.

“Me neither, I’ve never, I mean, Candy and me? We kissed and she played with my titties, but…” Monty whispered hoarsely.

Becky heard her cell phone ring. It was Todd’s ring tone; Clyde Meadows had been a bit of a ‘metal head,’ especially 80s metal, and Becky had grown up listening to that music. She had designated Blue Oyster Cult’s ‘Burning For You’ as Todd Moore’s ring tone.

“My boyfriend,” Becky groaned and dug her phone out of her purse.

“Hey,” she answered, hoping Todd couldn’t hear the nervousness in her voice.

“Hey, man, it is some ugly out there,” Todd said. “I was kind of hoping we uh could maybe do something tonight, but it just does not look like it’s ever going let up.”

“No, sure don’t,” Becky agreed and almost giggled as Monty’s hand started to creep up underneath her fleece top.

Cuddled as they were, two girls talking, that odd, off-center feeling had lessened somewhat. Now, as Monty’s soft hand crept up her flesh, Monty’s dark hand against her pale flesh, that odd sensation was again building inside of Becky’s belly.

“I, weather says supposed let up ’bout ten,” Todd said.

“Todd, I’m already,” Becky said, almost yelping when Monty’s fingers found her hard nipple. “I’m already in my jammies. First thing I did when I finally got home was jump in the shower, then get ready for bed.

Becky pulled her fleece top up to just under her throat. She wished she had not put her glasses onto the nightstand; she wanted to see Monty’s hands on her breasts. The blood was beginning to pound in her ears, a soft, steady pulse.

“You okay?” Todd asked as Becky bit back a groan.

Monty sucked one, then the other nipple into her mouth. Becky let out a soft grunt when Monty lightly bit down on Becky’s nipple.

“Yeah. Like I said, I’m in my jammies, just lying in bed,” Becky said and combed her fingers through Monty’s hair.

“But, supposed be nice tomorrow; we do something?” Todd asked hopefully.

“Like what?” Becky asked and lifted her hips up to allow Monty to slide her shorts down and off her legs.

“Oh! You shave it,” Monty purred, running her fingers over Becky’s smooth pussy.

“Like uh, let’s see, I got, damn, I got twelve bucks,” Todd said dejectedly. “I mean, bowling’s at least…”

Becky bit back a squeal as Monty’s soft tongue gently trailed along her swollen pussy lips. That delicious, wonderful off-balance sensation was pulsing and throbbing in her belly. The blood was roaring in her ears. When Monty thrust two fingers into her pussy, Becky could take no more.

“Todd, listen, I got to go; I’ll call you tomorrow,” Becky wheezed and tapped the screen of her phone.

Todd’s ring tone started again. Becky ignored it and pulled Monty around. She urged Monty to straddle her face and Monty pressed her furry crotch to Becky’s mouth. Becky screamed into Monty’s pussy as she felt Monty’s fingers at her own pussy, felt Monty’s tongue again trailing along her swollen pussy lips.

The two girls licked and sucked and fingered each other’s pussies to orgasm. Again and again, ‘Burning For You’ chimed out.

“Mmph!” Monty squealed when Becky tongue swiped across Monty’s anus.

Becky lapped at the spicy orifice, then wormed two fingers into Monty’s rectum. She traced her tongue up and down Monty’s heavy pussy lips while her fingers plumbed Monty’s ass.

“Aiee, augh, oh God!” Monty screamed out in orgasm when Becky jammed a third finger into her ass while sucking forcefully on Monty’s fat clitoris.

After Monty ceased shaking and grunting, Becky gently pulled her fingers from Monty’s ass. She nudged the girl away and Monty rolled to her right side.

They lay, Monty on her right side, head toward the foot of the bed, Becky on her back, head toward the head of the bed. Slowly, Monty wiggled around and lay her head on Becky’s shoulder.

“I, that was, oh God,” Monty whispered.

“Yeah, yeah it was,” Becky agreed.

Monty picked her head up and the two girls kissed. Soft lips pressed against soft lips. Becky wound her right arm around Monty’s slender frame and they lay quietly for a moment.

Becky wiggled off of the bed and pulled the comforter back. She and Monty wiggled under comforter, blanket and flat sheet. The two nude girls cuddled together, warm underneath the comforter.

“I uh, I was going tell Candy, but guess I can tell you,” Monty said a few minutes later.

Becky’s phone chimed, alerting her that she had a message or messages she’d not listened to. Becky thought very seriously of changing Todd’s ringtone from Blue Oyster Cult’s ‘Burning For you’ to Alice Cooper’s ‘Poison.’ Becky ignored the chime and pulled her glasses on her face. She then rolled to peer into Monty’s golden brown eyes.

“I, on Valentine’s Day? I uh, my aunt and me, we belong to this church, the church of the risen and living Messiah?” Monty whispered.

“Hmm? Oh, think I heard ’bout them; they got this show on Channel twelve, I think,” Becky agreed.

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t believe half of what they saying,” Monty agreed. “Anyway, Valentine’s Day, Burton? He’s Miss Louise’s little brother, swear, thought she was his momma, way she acts; Miss Louise goes to our church and she and my aunt, they set up this date.”

“Hmm?” Becky asked when Monty lapsed into silence.

“Anyway, we went out, we went to Backyard barbecue; I love their apple slaw; stuff is sooo good,” Monty said.

“Yeah it is good,” Becky agreed, thinking of taking Todd to Backyard BBQ.

The phone chimed and Becky sighed in impatience. Maybe she wouldn’t take Todd to Backyard BBQ. If she had to be honest with herself, Becky did love Todd Moore. And she was still angry with him. She was angry with Todd for abandoning her, she was angry with him for going out with Luanne Holmes, hated him for now being so damned clingy and needy and possessive.

“And he tells me he loves me,” Monty said.

“First date?” Becky asked Monty.

“And I’m like, ‘shit! What am I supposed to say?'” Monty said. “So, I say it too.”

“Okay,” Becky said and was about to say, she’d said some stupid things in her own life.

“And we’re in the back seat of his car; it’s really his mom’s car; she goes to our church too,” Monty continued.

Becky was facing away from the light, and noticed there was a smudge on her glasses. But even in the semi-darkness, with a smudge on her glasses, she could see fear, confusion in Monty’s beautiful brown eyes.

“I was going tell Candy, shit, it hurt! Hurt a lot!” Monty admitted.

“Yeah, my first time did too,” Becky said softly, running her hand up and down Monty’s back. “It gets better, I promise.”

“And my period’s three days late,” Monty confessed.

“What’s Burton say about it?” Becky asked.

“Him?” Monty gave a disgusted snort. “Won’t even look at me.”

“So, you think you might be…?” Becky asked and Monty burst into tears.

Becky held Monty tightly as the girl sobbed. Becky gently kissed the girl’s cheeks, trying to kiss the tears away. Monty clung to Becky as her tears continued to stream from her eyes.

When Monty’s tears did subside, Becky wiggled out of the bed and wet a washcloth in the small half-bath’s sink. She’d had a choice; more closet space, or more bathroom space. Becky had told Paul to give her more closet space. So, he’d created a half-bath, rather than a three quarter bath for the master bedroom.

“Here, here,” Becky soothed, gently wiping Monty’s face.

They dressed in their sleepwear again. Monty snuggled down in the bed and smiled; she could see a smudge on Becky’s glasses.

The phone chimed again and Becky sighed. She grabbed it off the nightstand and listened to Todd’s two messages. Both messages were petulant demands to know what Becky was doing, why she so suddenly ended their conversation.

“Know the difference between men and little boys?” Becky asked Monty.

“No. What?” Monty asked.

“Shit. I was hoping you knew,” Becky said.

During the night, Becky left the light of the half-bath on, with the door slightly ajar. But Monty slept the entire night through. Becky roused at five thirty in the morning and smiled at the peaceful face of her guest.

Becky was now a yoga devotee. She did one hour of her poses, concentrating on her breathing, concentrating on her spiritual development.

But thoughts of Todd, his immaturity, his cloying demands kept crowding into Becky’s consciousness. Becky sighed and held the lotus position again, again trying to clear her mind.

“Do I love him? Yes,” Becky thought.

A moment later, the question popped into her mind, “Why?”

“Hell if I know,” Becky said aloud.

‘Breakfast?’ Becky sent to Todd’s cell phone.

She put a shower cap on her head, to keep her hair dry and took a quick shower. The shower was more to shave her legs and underarms and her pussy than to wash any sweat from her body.

‘Where?’ Todd had responded by the time Becky finished her shower.

Becky texted ‘Home’ to his cell phone and told him she would pick him up in front of Sharp Shire dorm in fifteen minutes. Monty roused as Becky was dressing, even though Becky was trying to be quiet.

“Going get my boyfriend; breakfast,” Becky said quietly.

“Oh. Okay, I need leave?” Monty asked, sitting up.

“You don’t want breakfast?” Becky asked.

“Well, yeah, I just didn’t know if…” Monty said.

Becky silenced Monty’s words with a soft kiss. She ran her fingers through Monty’s tousled mane of hair and gave her a second kiss.

“Clothes are right there; fresh out the dryer,” Becky said, indicating Monty’s freshly laundered and folded school uniform at the foot of the bed. “Back in a few.”

She felt a little naughty; she was wearing one of Daryn’s old football jerseys, white knee socks that matched the white jersey and white canvas tennis shoes. She was not wearing a bra or any panties underneath the jersey.

*Daryn had not given the jersey to Becky Meadows; Becky had bid on the jersey at a fund raising event and won the jersey. Becky’s bid of $125 made Daryn’s jersey the second highest bid received that day.)

The garage was still cold; her weather app said it was forty one degrees outside. But the sun was not fully up; it was certainly chilly.

There were many areas that had not fully drained from yesterday’s deluge. Becky drove slowly, carefully.

“Here,” Becky sent a text to Todd’s cell phone when she pulled up to Sharp Shire and did not see Todd waiting outside.

A few minutes later, just when Becky was about to text Todd again, he came stomping out of the dorm. Becky screwed up her face; he looked angry.

“Don’t really need attitude,” Becky said to herself.

“So, where were you last night?” Todd immediately demanded to know when he got into her truck.

“Home. Told you. Got home, took a shower, put on my jammies and got in bed,” Becky said.

“And couldn’t answer your phone?” Todd demanded.

She looked at Todd. Todd glared at her. She pushed her glasses up her button nose and let out a sigh.

“I’m making blueberry waffles; Layla sent me a recipe for bacon syrup, and then I’m going get back in bed,” Becky said. “Now. You want do that? Or are you going have this shitty attitude? You’re going have this shitty attitude? Then you can just get out here.”

“I just, I just, I mean, God damn,” Todd yelled.

“Get out,” Becky sighed.

“I love you, I told you I love you, but you just seem have this giant stick up your butt about shit happened last year,” Todd said, tears of rage coming to his eyes.

“And that gives you the right yell at me?” Becky asked, not moving to put the truck into ‘Reverse.’

“I don’t know what else to do,” Todd said.

“How ’bout talk to me? How ’bout treat me like I’m my own person? With rights to privacy, rights to be alone and don’t need to get your permission?” Becky asked. “Todd, I’m trying, I’m trying real hard figure out if I want you to be a part of my life or not. And right now you ain’t making any points in your favor, hear?”

“What can I do?” Todd asked a moment later.

“Wasn’t listening? Just told you,” Becky said.

“I, I want be a part of your life; I want you as a big part of my life,” Todd pleaded.

Even though she wasn’t fully believing Todd’s words, Becky was hungry, so put the truck into reverse. She was careful; there were some students bustling around.

On Tallow Road, Becky did look toward Monty’s home. There was no car underneath the carport; apparently Monty’s Aunt Margaret wasn’t home yet.

Becky smelled coffee when she entered the kitchen. Monty smiled nervously as Todd followed Becky into the kitchen.

“Todd? This is Monty, my girlfriend,” Becky said. “Montana? This is Todd Moore. We went to high school together in Texas.”

“I uh, hi,” Todd said, caught off guard.

On the trip from dormitory to house, Becky had said nothing of having company. Becky had said something about blueberry waffles and bacon syrup, and getting back into bed. Todd was agreeable to waffles and syrup and was very agreeable to getting back into bed. He wasn’t sure how this guest would affect those plans, though.

“Hi; Becky, you didn’t tell me he was so cute!” Monty loudly whispered to Becky.

“What? I’m going go out with ugly guys?” Becky asked, smiling. “Todd, you want coffee? Or, you want a warm blackberry cobbler?”

“Blackberry cobbler? Thought we was having waffles?” Todd said, trying to pull his eyes from Monty’s chest.

Monty had packed a short tee shirt and shorts for her visit to Candy’s house. She now wore tee shirt and shorts, without a bra and her dark areolae were very visible through the tight tee shirt.

“It’s a drink; got hot tea in it,” Becky said, already beginning to fry several strips of bacon.

“Coffee,” Todd decided, watching Becky’s cute backside wiggle as she worked.

“Machine’s right there; pods are in that bowl,” Becky nodded wither head.

“What part of Texas; I lived in Lowridge way back,” Monty said.

“Sweet Oak; mm, probably ’bout an hour away from Lowridge, huh Todd?” Becky said as she put some butter into the microwave oven.

Becky put the cooked bacon onto a wad of paper towels, then reduced the heat on the frying pan. She measured out the maple syrup and poured that into the skillet.

Todd was given the first two waffles, along with some bacon. Becky put the warm bacon syrup into a measuring cup and put that onto the table. Monty was given the next two waffles and helped herself to a few strips of bacon.

“This is good,” Todd mumbled.

“Mm hmm,” Monty agreed. “And, thank God you don’t use that nasty turkey bacon; that’s all my Aunt Margaret ever gets. Stuff is so nasty.”

While they ate, Becky saw flashes, glimpses of the Todd Moore she’d fallen in love with. She saw that outsider that had been looking in, just like she had been, an outsider looking in.

Todd finished his breakfast and prepared himself a second cup of coffee. Monty took his empty plate and her own plate to the dishwasher. She also started to clean the mixing bowl.

“Monty, leave that,” Becky ordered as she finished her own breakfast.

Becky carried her plate to the dishwasher and put her plate into the appliance. She then put an arm around Monty’s waist. The younger girl turned and looked at Becky.

Todd’s cock, which had been nearly fully engorged, leapt to full hardness as Monty and Becky kissed. Their kiss had started off as just a lip-to-lip kiss, which was hot enough, but then Becky opened her mouth and the other girl pushed her tongue into Becky’s mouth.

Becky’s hand dropped from Monty’s waist and fondled the girl’s buttocks. Todd could see Becky’s pale hand against Monty’s caramel skin. He could see Monty’s caramel hand against Becky’s white jersey as Monty gently tugged at Becky’s hard nipples.

“Yawn. I’m going back to bed,” Becky announced, pulling away from Monty’s kiss.

“Yawn. Yeah, me too,” Monty agreed. “Todd?”

Todd didn’t say anything. His eyes were wide as Becky slipped out of her jersey, displaying her nude body. He woodenly got to his feet and followed Becky’s sweet bubble butt as she marched down the hall.

Monty shrugged out of her tight tee shirt as she followed Todd and Becky. When she got to the bedroom, Becky and Todd were kissing while Todd struggled to get out of his clothes.

“Thank you for making the bed,” Becky smiled at Monty, holding out her arms.

“Welcome,” Monty said, embracing Becky.

Todd was now nude and watched as the two women kissed. His cock jerked and throbbed and pulsed as he watched the passionate kiss.

Becky tugged Monty’s shorts down and Todd groaned as he saw the girl’s nicely rounded buttocks.

When Becky eased Monty onto the bed, Todd saw the girl’s cone shaped tits, her large areolae and hard nipples, her triangle of dark fur.

Becky urged Monty to lie in the center of the bed. She then took her glasses off, put them onto the nightstand, then knelt between Monty’s spread legs.

“Ooh!” both girls moaned as Becky licked up and down Monty’s wet slit.

“Todd, legs broke?” Becky asked, pointing toward her buttocks. “Come on; I need you in me. Now.”

Todd scrambled onto the bed and knelt behind Becky. He could see that her pussy was wet, ready for him.

“Ugh!” Todd and Becky cried out as Todd slid his erection into Becky’s pussy.

“Ugh, oh God aw no,” Todd whined a moment later and spurted into Becky’s snug pussy.

“Mmph!” Monty squealed in orgasm as Becky sucked and fingered Monty’s pussy.

Todd pulled his soft cock from Becky’s pussy and watched as Becky continued to pleasure Monty. His cock was quick to rise, watching Becky’s tongue lapping at Monty’s puffy pussy lips.

“Ugh! Oh yes,” Becky hissed as Todd slid his renewed erection into her pussy.

“Mmph!” Becky screamed into Monty’s pussy when Todd jammed his spittle wet thumb into her rectum.

Todd pumped a second load into Becky’s pussy a few moments later. Watching his semen slowly dribbling out of Becky’s hairless mound had his cock slowly reviving.

Becky wiggled forward, then flopped onto her back. She and Monty kissed for a few moments, then Monty wiggled down and began to play with Becky’s heavy breasts.

Becky spread her legs wide, in open invitation to either of her two lovers. Monty took the invitation and began to lap at Becky’s sloppy pussy.

“I, it okay if I,” Todd asked, unsure of what to do.

“Monty, it all right if my boyfriend fucks you?” Becky asked.

“Mm hmm!” Monty agreed.

Monty wiggled around to kneel between Becky’s spread legs. Todd knee-walked around and knelt behind Monty. He did not pause to admire the girl’s juicy rear; his cock was blindly searching for her wet pussy.

“Ooh,” Monty moaned as Todd’s fat meat pushed into her willing pussy.

“Ugh!” Todd grunted; Becky’s pussy was tight but Monty’s pussy was incredibly tight.

Becky came closer and closer to her orgasm as Monty’s tongue swiped up and down her pussy lips, swiping across Becky’s clit. Becky could feel Todd’s juices and her own juices running out of her pussy.

“Mmph!” Monty grunted, golden eyes opening wide.

Monty could feel Todd’s cock stretching her, filling her pussy. She could feel his coarse pubic hair rasping against her swollen pussy lips. Then, Todd had jammed a thumb into her unsuspecting rectum; the feeling was incredible. Nasty, dirty, and incredible.

“Aieegh!” Becky squealed in orgasm when Monty’s teeth gently nipped at Becky’s clitoris.

“Ugh, oh God,” Monty grunted in orgasm.

“Augh, yes,” Todd groaned and pumped his sperm into Monty’s pussy.

“I need, I got to,” Becky grunted a moment later and scrambled out of the bed.

“Oh! Me too,” Monty complained when Todd’s wilted cock slipped out of her pussy.

Becky dashed into her half-bath. Monty dashed to the hall bathroom.

When Monty returned, she saw Becky and Todd reclined on the bed. She watched as Becky knelt and sucked and stroked Todd’s fat cock. Monty marveled at how easily Becky swallowed such a fat dick, swallowed the cock all the way down to Todd’s pubic hair.

“Want this, want this up my ass,” Becky told Todd.

“Up your…” Monty gasped, truly shocked.

“Uh huh, oh God, hurts so good,” Becky enthused, smiling at Monty.

Todd patted the bed next to him. Monty crawled up and flopped down next to him. He leaned over and kissed Monty on her lips. Soon, they were frantically kissing, tongues thrusting into each other’s mouths. Todd’s hands gripped Monty’s left breast and she groaned when he tugged, almost cruelly at her nipple.

“Oh God,” Todd groaned.

Monty looked down and saw Becky facing away, squatting over Todd’s greasy looking cock.

“Ugh, oh God, Todd, oh yes,” Becky groaned as his cockhead pressed against her struggling anus.

Monty watched, fascinated as inch after inch of Todd’s fat meat pressed into Becky’s tightly clenched rectum. She watched Becky’s tight brown ring slowly flower open, slowly accept Todd’s cock.

“That, that’s got to hurt,” Monty grunted.

“Uh. Huh,” Becky agreed, voice strained.

Soon, all of Todd’s cock was jammed into Becky’s bowels. Becky sat, sweetly rounded buttocks resting against Todd’s hips. With a ‘whoosh’ of breath, Becky slowly rose up. Then she sat again.

“Like my ass, Todd?” Becky asked, peering over her shoulder at him. “Huh? Like my ass, like when I let you fuck my ass?”

“Uh huh,” Todd managed to grunt out.

Becky bounced a few times on Todd’s fat cock, then let out a strangled scream. Monty watched as Becky shook in orgasm.

“Ugh! Oh! Aw shit, aw damn it,” Todd grunted out and jerked as he climaxed.

“Pizza for lunch?” Becky asked a moment later, wiggling to dismount from Todd’s wilting cock. “Took some wings out, but I just am not up to cooking right now.”

Monty watched a glob of semen bubble, then ooze out of Becky’s stretched, raw looking anus. Then her brain registered that Becky had said something.

“Huh? Oh, shit, it’s my Aunt Margaret,” Monty asked, then squealed when her cell phone rang.

Becky cleaned Todd’s cock of lubricant and other slimy things. They could both hear Monty meekly answering with half-sentences, half-protests.

“No ma’am, I did not stay at Candy’s; no ma’am, she left me there at school,” Monty finally said. “Aunt Margaret, I did not lie to you; she left me at the last minute. No ma’am, I did not lie to you. I didn’t.”

Monty quickly dressed, grabbed her backpack and clean clothes and left Becky’s house.

“Pizza sounds good,” Todd finally said.

It turned out that Candy’s mother had believed that Candy was staying with Monty. The plan had been for Monty to stay with Candy; Mrs. Thibodeaux was a bit sketchy on the details of who was doing what. But it was lunch-time and Candy had not returned and her cell phone was turned off. So Mrs. Thibodeaux called Monty’s Aunt Margaret.

Candy had spent the evening with Chris Breaux and two of Chris’s friends and Michael Breaux, Chris’s older brother. The four young men had enjoyed fucking the unpopular eighteen year old girl; popular girls weren’t willing to do the slutty, depraved things the unpopular Candy Thibodeaux was willing to do.

Arriving home just after lunchtime, unaware of the semen in her hair, Candy lied and said she had been at Monty’s house. When Candy’s mother disclosed she’d spoken with Monty’s Aunt Margaret, and the semen in her hair was pointed out, Candy then said Monty had been with her, had also fucked the four boys.

Monty, however, told her aunt the truth. Candy had abandoned her to run off with Chris Breaux, a popular boy that also went to their school. She had not gone with them; Chris called her a sand n*gger. Instead, she had walked home, had been seen by their neighbor, Becky Meadows, and Becky had driven Monty home. Aunt Margaret had not been home, And Monty had given Aunt Margaret her keys; Monty had no way of getting into the house. So Monty went to Becky’s house, had been fed, had been given a bed to sleep in, and had her clothes washed and dried by their friendly neighbor.

“Aunt Margaret, don’t believe me, let’s just go right across the street and ask her,” Monty challenged. “You called me, what? A minute ago? Ask yourself, I wasn’t right across the street, how I get here so quick?”

Aunt Margaret did stomp across the street, Monty right behind. Aunt Margaret knocked, forcefully on the front door of Becky Meadows’s home.

“Hello? Oh, hey Monty, change your mind about pizza?” Becky answered, swinging the door open. “Be here in about twenty minutes. Hi; you must be Ms. Gardner; I’m Becky Meadows.”

“I uh, Monty stayed here last night?” Margaret asked, beginning to think maybe Monty had been telling her the truth.

“Yeah, and even made the bed this morning. When I came back from campus, your car still wasn’t back so we went ahead and had breakfast,” Becky agreed. “Want to come on in?”

“I uh, no, no Ms. Meadows,” Aunt Margaret stammered. “Thanks.”

Monty flashed her Aunt Margaret a triumphant smirk. She then gave Becky a brilliant smile before following Aunt Margaret back across the street.

After pizza, after a nice nap, Becky again urged Todd to fuck her. She kissed him hotly as she eased his briefs down his slim legs.

“Let’s go bowling,” she urged as she bent to take his cock into her mouth.

“Bowling? Now?” Todd groaned as her small tongue lapped all around his sensitive cockhead.

“Uh huh, all three my holes,” Becky giggled.

Now, Becky’s odd question ‘the sport?’ when Todd had first approached her in the library and asked her to go to Manny’s, and then bowling made sense. Becky was asking if Todd meant the sport, with the heavy balls, and flat shoes and wooden lanes, or fucking her three holes.

Todd’s first ejaculation took a few minutes; Becky’s jaw was beginning to get sore when he finally groaned and filled her mouth. She rode him to three orgasms, then flopped onto her back and urged him to mount her. Todd pounded Becky’s splayed pussy to two more orgasms before he again stiffened and spurted into her.

“Best for last,” Becky giggled and grabbed the tube of lubricant.

In the morning, Becky again made breakfast; a hot, hearty bowl of oatmeal with pecans and pieces of peaches. She sweetened the porridge with honey. Then she drove the quite tired Todd to Sharp Shire dorm.

Returning home, Becky shook her head at the disaster area that had once been a kitchen. It needed to be cleaned; pots needed to be scrubbed, the counter needed to be wiped down. But right now, she had other plans.

“C, C, yes! C Cell batteries!” Becky whooped, finding the package in the back of her ‘junk’ drawer in her kitchen.

“And, oh! Jasmine-vanilla…” Becky said, dropping the bath bomb into the scalding hot water.

She lighted three candles and turned off the overhead light. The vibrator did work as promised and was certainly waterproof. In the semi-darkness, Becky sat in the scented water and pleasured herself several times. Finally, the water cooled so she blew out the candles and toweled herself dry.

“Shit! Homework!” Becky squealed, leaving the warmth of the bathroom.

Monday, before the third period, there wasn’t a student of Baylor Lake High School that had not heard that Candy Thibodeaux had fucked four boys over the weekend. Traumatized, Candy turned to Montana Gardner, seeking comfort and consolation.

“Uh? I had walk home because you left me here,” Monty shrilled to the sobbing girl. “In that rain. Lucky I didn’t catch pneumonia, bitch!”

While Monty was eating lunch, alone, Becky was nodding with satisfaction; Professor Laughlin had adjusted her score from a ’79’ to an ’89.’ As he explained, he’d reviewed Jude and Candy’s previous grades; a ’79’ was ten points higher than their average.

“So, it only stood to reason; their better grade was due to your input. And your lesser grade was due to their input, or more likely, their lack of input,” the man said.

So Becky was in a good mood when Monty knocked on her door that afternoon. Monty was slightly disappointed that Todd wasn’t there, but pushed her disappointment aside as they went to Becky’s bedroom.

They kissed for several long moments, slowly undressing each other. Becky noticed, while she had an odd sensation in her belly, it was not the oddly off-center feeling. This was more a feeling of excitement, of anticipation, not of nervous energy.

When nude, Becky and Monty swung into a sixty nine and pleasured one another. Becky was on top, enjoying the feeling of being in power. After they’d brought each other to orgasm, two for Becky and three for Monty, they fell away from each other, then wiggled around to embrace.

When, uh, other day, you, Todd stuck his…” Monty stammered, head resting on Becky’s large breast.

“Stuck his cock up my butt?” Becky guessed.

“Yeah; that didn’t hurt?” Monty asked.

“So good,” Becky agreed.

Becky gently urged Monty onto her belly. She pried Monty’s beautiful buttocks apart and tongued Monty’s tightly crinkled anus. While she licked at Monty’s rosebud, Becky insinuated one, then a second and then a third finger into Monty’s rectum. Her other hand toyed with Monty’s wet slit.

“Mm, oh!” Monty grunted in orgasm.

“And…” Becky said, urging Monty onto her knees, shoulders pressed to the mattress.

Becky had Monty reach back and pull her buttocks open. Becky located her vibrator and the tube of lubricant.

Becky then turned on the vibrator and ran the loudly humming instrument up and down, from Monty’s lightly furred pussy to Monty’s anus. Then, working the vibrator into Monty’s pussy, Becky used her other hand to lubricate Monty’s rectum.

“Ugh, oh!” Monty grunted as the vibrator shook and shuddered inside of her while Becky’s fingers filled her rectum.

Becky slowly pulled the vibrator out of Monty’s pussy. She then trailed the loudly buzzing toy from the top of Monty’s pussy, along the area of flesh between pussy and anus, then to Monty’s quickly contracting anus.

“Ugh!” Monty cried out when Becky pushed the tip of the vibrator against Monty’s anus.

Becky reached her other hand down and began to rub her own very wet pussy. She watched as Monty’s sweet ass flowered open, accepting her vibrator.

“Ugh!” both girls cried out.

“Oh God yes,” Monty hissed, feeling the slick vibrator slowly pushing into her.

Monty could feel the buzzing instrument pushing, stretching, pushing into her virgin ass. She could feel her rectal muscles trying to push the toy out. Every nerve in her body seemed to be centered in her rectum.

Becky thought that the sight of her vibrator pushing into Monty’s ass had to be one of the most erotic sights she’d ever seen. The flesh colored toy was lighter in color than Monty’s caramel colored skin; it presented an erotic contrast.

“Oh, ugh, oh God I’m, I’m, oh!” Monty suddenly cried out and shook in orgasm.

Becky briskly rubbed her own pussy to orgasm. Becky twisted and pushed and pulled on the vibrator while Monty grunted and shook.

When Monty slumped down, Becky slowly reduced the speed, the intensity of the vibrator. When it clicked off, Becky slowly pulled it from Monty’s ass.

“Oh. My. God,” Monty whispered, voice shaking.

“See why I like it? Up the butt?” Becky asked.

“Uh huh,” Monty weakly agreed.

The two girls kissed and cuddled for a few minutes more. Then Monty reluctantly climbed out of Becky’s bed and dressed again. Becky saw no reason to dress; she wasn’t planning on going out of the house. Nude, she followed Monty to the front door. The two girls kissed, then Becky stood behind the door as Monty left Becky’s home.

Returning to the bedroom, Becky clambered onto the bed again. She rubbed her pussy to another orgasm, then dug out her cell phone and hit the number for Todd.

“Hey,” Todd happily answered his phone.

“Don’t you ‘Hey’ me, Mr. Moore,” Becky tried to sound angry. “Monty just left here looking for you. Now, tell me, why would MY girlfriend be looking for you?”

“What?” Todd laughed. “Oh, hey, nuh uh, I’m innocent here.”

“Uh huh; I bet. Bought a brisket other day; what you doing Wednesday?” Becky asked.

“Hoping I’ll be with you,” Todd admitted.

Monty answered when Becky called and screamed indignantly. Wednesdays, they had to go to their church; no, Aunt Margaret wouldn’t dream of letting Monty skip even just one Wednesday.

“Then I guess you’ll just have to wait until Friday,” Becky said, then laughed when Monty declared her anger with Becky.

On Wednesday, after gorging themselves on the succulent brisket, Becky pulled Todd into her bedroom. When they were both nude, Becky showed Todd her vibrator. Then she showed him how she masturbated when she was thinking about him.

“Tet it all wet from my pussy,” Becky husked, then knelt down, facing the foot of the bed.

She pulled the vibrator from her pussy, then ran it along the furrow of her buttocks. Todd groaned as Becky slowly pushed the buzzing toy into her willing anus.

“And fuck my tight ass; oh! God! Oh, I wish my boyfriend was here. He’d push his huge cock up my ass, fuck my ass so hard,” Becky encouraged.

Todd got the hint and greased his cock; the lubricant was sitting on the bedside table. He pulled the buzzing toy from Becky’s rectum. They both groaned as he wormed his cock into her squirming hole.

They showered together; anal sex can sometimes be a little messy. Then Becky drove Todd back to campus. When she returned, Becky decided to watch a movie; Parasols Magazine had a special for new subscribers. Anyone that signed up for a new subscription was given a ninety day Silver Membership to Falgout Film Studios.

“Oh! I don’t think this is like Lifetime,” Becky said aloud as she read the film titles available to Silver members.

Her phone buzzed and Becky put ‘Dallas Sanantonio’s Anal Adventures in Wonderland’ on pause. She smiled; it was Monty’s phone number.

“I hate you,” Monty said to Becky when Becky answered her cell phone.

“You do? Why?” Becky laughed.

“I saw you leave with Todd,” Monty accused.

“Uh huh,” Becky said. “But he did ask where you was.”

“He did?” Monty squealed.

Monty told Becky of the boring church service she’d had to endure. She also told Becky about Candy’s repeated attempts of reconciliation.

“I mean, it’s just because no one else will talk to her and she’s like punished forever,” Monty confided. “Todd going be there Saturday?”

“Don’t you worry about Todd; yeah, told him bring his dirty clothes,” Becky agreed. “Probably make a whole weekend out of it.”

On Thursday, a custodian at Cabrini High School was diagnosed with the Corona Virus. On Friday, a teacher at Northside High School, as well as three instructors at the University of Louisiana at DeGarde were diagnosed with the Corona Virus.

“What in God’s name am I going do?” Aunt Margaret asked when Baylor Lake High School informed her that they were suspending in-person school attendance. “We don’t have a computer.”

“Becky does,” Monty suggested, even pointing toward Becky’s house.

Todd wisely stayed out of sight while Margaret and Monty and Becky went into the bedroom that Becky had set up as an office. Aunt Margaret approved of the set-up, agreed that Monty could come over during the week to do her on-line schooling. The harried woman then offered to pay Becky twenty five dollars a week, for the Internet service that Monty would be using.

“Absolutely not, Ms. Gardner,” Becky said, pushing her glasses up her button nose. “We are neighbors. Neighbors don’t charge neighbors for things like that.”

“Call me Margaret, Neighbor,” Aunt Margaret smiled wearily.

“Call me Becky,” Becky said, holding out her hand.

“I’m sure this stupid virus will run its course soon enough,” Margaret said, as she and Becky shook hands.

Becky agreed with Margaret Gardner’s prediction, but still drove out to Sam’s Club in Elgee, Louisiana. She managed to grab two jumbo packs of toilet paper and some water. On a whim, she bought a collection of assorted scented hand sanitizers, then drove home.

“University’s going to on-line,” Todd announced when Becky walked into the house.

Becky checked her phone and saw a message from the University. A check of her email showed another message, confirming Todd’s announcement.

“Then, it’s a good thing you already here, huh?” Becky said, kissing him.

“And got my clothes,” Todd agreed.

“Hi Todd,” Monty said when she entered through Becky’s still open garage.

“Hey,” Todd smiled.

“‘Hi Todd’? ‘Hi Todd’? No ‘hi Becky’ huh?” Becky shrilled, even swatting Monty on her nicely rounded butt.

“What. Ever,” Monty laughed. “Hi Becky. Saw you what? Not even ten minutes ago, Becky, but okay Becky, hi Becky.”

“Keep it up; I won’t share my boyfriend with you,” Becky threatened.

“Oh! Hi Becky! It’s so great to see you Becky!” Monty acted terrified that Becky would make good on her threat.

“Oh, shut up, goof ball,” Becky laughed, prying Monty’s arms away from her.

The next week the three students established a routine. Becky would wake, do her morning yoga, then wake Todd. After they made love, Becky would start breakfast. Even though she knew Margaret Gardner could not see her through the tinted window of her kitchen, Becky would wave as the woman left for another day of work at Kendricks’ Engineering. Moments later, Monty would walk across the street, back pack slung over her shoulder.

The three would sit and eat breakfast, then return to the bedroom. From watching the Dallas Sanantonio films, Becky had learned what a ‘daisy chain’ was and the three usually started off their morning in a chain, Monty sucking at Becky’s pussy, Becky sucking Todd’s hard cock, and Todd licking and sucking at Monty’s pussy.

After their pleasure, they would go to the office and do their assigned work. An hour or two into their work, they would stop so that they could eat lunch, then return to the bedroom.

Shortly after Easter, Monty’s baby bump began to show. Aunt Margaret was furious with her niece. Burton denied any part of it until someone reminded him that a DNA test would reveal whether or not he was the father.

Because of the pandemic, Backyard Barbeque had limited seating. Burton, his mother, his sister Louise, Aunt Margaret and Montana went to the diner to eat and discuss their future plans.

While the quintet ate at the old restaurant, Becky and Todd sat in the living room, eating fried chicken and watching Dallas Sanantonio starring in a lesbian movie. Becky’s phone chimed and she saw that it was Monty’s number, so she answered.

“He wants us, they all want us get married,” Monty whispered to Becky.

“And what you want?” Becky asked, muting the television.

“You going hate me,” Monty said after a long hesitation.

“No, Monty, I won’t,” Becky said, already having a good idea of what Monty was going to say.

“I, I’m in, I want marry Todd,” Monty confessed.

“I know that,” Becky admitted.

Becky would have to be blind to miss the adoring looks the beautiful girl kept shooting at Todd. She would have to be blind not to notice Monty’s constant flirting, Monty’s constant touches to Todd.

Becky also noticed Monty’s hesitation, her reluctance to make love when it was just the two of them. When Todd was in the room, Monty was always willing to pleasure Becky, have Becky pleasure her. But that was when Todd was in the room, when Todd was participating.

Becky also sensed that Todd was pulling away from her. In the morning, Todd seemed almost reluctant to make love with Becky. In the evening, after Monty went home, went across the street to her Aunt Margaret’s home, Todd seemed to pull inside of himself. He never initiated the touches, the kisses with Becky.

“Here. Talk to your girlfriend,” Becky now said, pushing her cell phone into Todd’s hand.

“Funny. Movie’s the same, with the sound on or off,” Becky said aloud as Todd started talking to Monty.

“And how’s she get that hat stay on like that?” Becky asked herself as she turned the volume back on when Todd put Becky’s cell phone onto the coffee table.

Dallas Sanantonio wore a cowboy hat and cowboy boots at all times. Most of her scenes started off with the curvy brunette dressed in western style shirt, usually tied under her large breasts, Daisy Duke cutoff denim shorts slung low on her hips. But Dallas never removed her hat or her boots. Becky noticed the actress had three Stetsons, a charcoal gray one that matched her beautiful grayish blue eyes, a chocolate brown hat that emphasized her long brown hair and large light brown areolae, and a black hat that looked good with her pale complexion. The hat bands of these three hats changed, though, from scene to scene, from movie to movie. The bands changed to match whatever pair of cowboy boots Dallas Sanantonio was wearing.

“Love the red ones the best; wonder if….” Becky said as Todd quietly closed the front door behind himself.

Becky used her cell phone to look at Cal’s Western Wear’s on-line store. The Flowers, Louisiana store had an expansive selection of Stetson style hats, a good selection of interchangeable bands, matching belts with interchangeable buckles, and four different styles of red leather cowboy boots. Becky loved the look of the stiletto heeled boots, as well as the pointed toe boots with the riding heels.

“Limited in-person, call ahead…” Becky mused, one eye watching as Dallas pleasured another woman, hat and boots firmly on head and feet.

“Cal’s Western Wear, Douglas speaking,” a man answered after the third ring.

“Uh, yes, how late are y’all open?” Becky asked.

“Hmm, another forty five minutes,” Douglas Gueydan affirmed.

“And, site says limited person; do I need make an appointment?” Becky asked, turning off the television.

“Empty right now; come on in,” Douglas said.

Becky hurried, making sure her doors were locked, then backed her truck out of the garage. She didn’t even look over at Monty’s house, look to see if she could see Todd or Monty.

Becky made it to the store twelve minutes before they were to close. Douglas assured her that he was in no hurry. He did not tell her that he’d spent the last three hours twiddling his thumbs, there’d been no customers.

Becky found a cream colored Stetson style hat that looked good with her complexion and her brown hair. She pulled up the two boot styles she’d liked on her phone.

“Okay, the riding boot? Got that in red, white, and black. Oh. And brown. But that dress boot? Only got brown or black left,” Douglas said. “You’re about what? Seven, seven and a half?”

“Wow, that’s pretty good,” Becky said. “Seven most of the time; seven and half if it’s cut small.”

While Douglas went to get the boots, Becky looked at the boot cut jeans, the snap button blouses.

“What’s the red tag mean?” Becky asked as Douglas hustled back, four boot boxes in hand.

“Seventy percent off. Blue tag’s fifty percent off,” Douglas said, pulling up a stool.

“The hat, oh! Got a blue tag!” Becky said, delighted.

The dress boot had a blue sticker, and the riding boots had a red sticker. Becky tried on the red riding boot first.

“Heel’s going slip a bit; you wouldn’t be able get them on if it didn’t,” Douglas informed Becky.

“I know you need close up,” Becky said as she took a few steps in the boots.

“Ma’am, just take your time,” Douglas assured her. “I’m in no hurry to get home to some Ramen noodles and Hormel’s Chili, okay?”

“Eww!” Becky said, deciding she’d get the red boots, if they had a matching hat band and belt.

“Cook the noodles, then pour the chili on top,” Douglas smiled. “Hot, fast, cheap, and filling.”

“And eww. Don’t forget eww,” Becky smiled. “Let me see the other boots.”

The riding boot added nearly four inches to Becky’s stature. The dress boot added five inches and the black leather gleamed. So Becky indicated she would get both pair of boots.

“I also brought out a red in the round tow,” Douglas showed Becky, but she shook her head.

Becky also grabbed two pair of button fly boot cut jeans; they actually had two pair that fit her short stature. There was a pair of Daisy Duke Style low-rider jeans shorts with leather patch pockets in her size; Becky knew she’d never wear them in public, but they had a red tag.

“And the belts, the buckles…” Douglas rang up the items, mentally calculating his commission for the sale.