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Gamma pt 33
Dean laid her keys on the table after entering her Father’s house. John Porter sat in his recliner watching television drinking his fifth Corona, sinking further into his nightly inebriated haze. “Hey daddy. I’m back.” He casually turned his head. “Hey” was all he could muster. Dean then went back into her own room where she would most likely spend the rest of her evening. It was the first week of school, so there was no tests to study for or papers to write. She opened her laptop and began to surf the web.
After checking the usual spots, she became bored very quickly. Playing a game she picked up in the computer lab at school, she closed her eyes and let her fingers guide her around the world wide web. Upon opening her eyes, she was a bit shocked and heart broken to find that her first instinct was to pull up, ‘www.jade-hewitt.com’. Dean softly sighed and stared at Jade’s picture. After a few minutes, Dean shook her head and closed her laptop and looked at the time. It was a little after 7:30pm and Dean had no desire to sit at home and watch her father drink himself stupid. Dean decided that she was entitled to a little fun.
Dean headed into the bathroom, and stripped down as she waited for the hot water to run into the bathtub. Steam rose from the hot water as it’s level rose to about halfway and Dean added her bubble bath. Dean disrobed and gently got into the bathtub, turning the water off as she did. Laying back she, she closed her eyes and let her thoughts take over. Dean’s mind went immediately to her seeing Jess’ site. Her hands began to explore her body, easily finding her b cup breasts and nipples. Dean began to lather her soft, feminine body with one hand while flicking her nipples with the other. Soon she found her clit and began to caress it so. Her thoughts wandered to her and Jade in the shower together and within seconds, Dean climaxed with intense pleasure. “Damn you, Jess.” she thought to herself.
After getting out and drying off, Dean examined herself in the mirror. “No wonder she cheated on me” Dean thought, disgusted with her own body. Dean quickly threw some nice jeans and a sweatshirt for protection against the night air. Walking back through the living room she picked up her keys and purse and headed off.
Dean: I’m going out daddy.
John: Where the fuck do you think you’re going?
Dean: Just out for some air. Do you want to come with me.
John: The fuck I want to do that for?
Dean: I don’t know. Maybe we could talk. Have some fun. At least you wouldn’t be drinking.
John: You’re the reason I drink you stupid Cunt. Get outta my sight.
Dean: Okay daddy. I’ll see you in the morning.
John: Whatever.
Dean left the house and wiped a falling tear down her face. She got into her car and drove off, not really caring about the destination. About half an hour later, she glanced a new coffee bar that had opened up called “Beaner-E”. Deciding that the name was cute enough to give a try, she pulled in and had a seat. It was a very nice décor with wood flooring and posters of Mexican leaders adorning the wall. After ordering and receiving her double espresso latte, Dean began to take a sip but was knocked forward accidentally, spilling her coffee on the table with a bit on her shirt.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” The girl said as she quickly put her hand over her mouth, unconvinced of her own stark clumsiness. She stood about 5’8 and was generally thicker than Dean in every way especially breasts and belly. Her skin tone revealed that she was of mixed descent which one would consider ’light-skinned black’. “It’s no problem. Really.” Dean replied. Just seems to be the way my night is going.
The girl sat down and attempted to mop up the spilled coffee. “At least let me buy you another.”
Dean: Oh it’s okay. I’m sure you have to get back to your friends.
Girl: Not really. I’m here alone tonight.
Dean: Me too.
Girl: Want to be alone together. Beats being alone, alone right?
Dean: Can’t argue with that logic. I’m Dean.
Girl: I’m Sharise.
Dean: Nice to meet you. So what do you do, Sharise?
Sharise: Well, when I’m not busy being a general klutz, I started school here this week.. I live with my mom who is a teacher here, Professor Harmon.
Dean: ’Stormin’’ Harmon your mom? Wow. No Offense but when I saw she was one of the professors teaching my trig class, I changed my schedule so I could get Professor Chalmers.
Sharise: Ah, so she isn’t just a hard ass at home.
Dean: Her reputation definitely precedes her.
Sherise: It usually does. This is like the 6th time we’ve moved in 8 years.
Dean: Wow. That’s either really cool or really crappy.
Sherise: A little bit of both. So how about you.
Dean: Heh. Well, I’m a college student as well. I used to work over at Omni-Gym till this week. Long story. I’m freshly single. Related to the first part and an even longer story. And right now I’m enjoying a hot cup of coffee with a really cool person.
Sherise: well thank you. I think you’re pretty cool also.
Dean: To cool people. May they find each other always.
Sherise: Cheers.
The girls continued chatting until the Beaner-E closed and even out in the parking lot for hours, the crisp air not affecting them, at least not enough to want to stop.
Meanwhile, in a hotel in Tennessee, Brie and Kiki had just snuggled into bed after a long day of driving and sightseeing. “We should be home by tomorrow night I think.” Kiki said as she turned the lights off and cuddled closely to Brie. Edging closely, Kiki began to nibble on Brie’s ear. “Stop”
Kiki: That’s not what you said in Dallas…or New Orleans…or
Brie: Okay. I get it. I’m easy okay.
Kiki: That’s not what I meant, but okay.
Brie: It’s just that, we’re going to be home tomorrow.
Kiki: That’s what I just said.
Brie: Well, I mean, This has been great and all but I might be starting something up with someone at home. Someone I have wanted to be with for a long time.
Kiki: Whore.
Brie: You’re not mad?
Kiki: Not at all. I mean I knew from the start that you didn’t see us as long term. And for what it’s worth I don’t see us long term either. Hell the plain fact of the matter is, I just got out of a pretty suffocating relationship and I don’t want to be tied down.
Brie: Well that makes me feel special.
Kiki: Don’t take it like that. You’re a good person and I’m glad I got to have a little fun with you. If you think you can have something solid with someone, that’s cool with me.
Brie: I’m glad you feel that way.
Kiki leaned over and hugged Brie. “I do.” Leaning forward she gently kissed Brie’s lips and began caressing her thick traps. “But until then…” Brie smiled as Kiki entwined her legs along with Brie’s. Each girl’s large breasts massaged one another as each set of nipples became instantly hard. “You got the toy?” Brie asked seductively. Reaching into her purse, Kiki pulled out the double donger from Vegas, formerly owned by Eva Brawn. “Don’t leave home without it.
Back in Salisbury, Dean and Sherise began to wrap up their conversation for the evening.
Dean: I had a lot of fun tonight, Sherise.
Sherise: Me too. I should probably get out of here.
Dean: Yeah it is about that time. Where you parked?
Sherise: At the bus stop.
Dean: Ah. Let me give you a lift.
Sherise: Oh I can’t ask you to do that. It’s bad enough that I’m going to have to pay for your dry cleaning.
Dean: You don’t have to ask. And it’s not a request. Get in the car. I’ll drop you off.
Sherise: But I do owe you. How about lunch tomorrow?
Dean: Sure. I only have an evening class so my afternoon is free.
Sherise: Excellent! I’ll meet you at the Yellow Submarine.
Dean: That’s a pretty expensive place for lunch.
Sherise: Yeah. But it’s the least I can do. They have great poppers.
Dean: I’m down.
The girls got into Dean’s car and just small-talked all the way to Sherise’ house. After making sure she got inside, Dean backed out of the driveway of the extremely nice house and drove off. Not noticing an upstairs curtain that was used to spy on the outside closed and a singular pair of eyes descended into the darkness.
Dean arrived back at her house and snuck inside. Her Dad had went to bed, presumably passed out in an alcoholic haze. Heading into her room she picked up her cell which she had not done in about a week, coincidentally around the same time that the ‘incident’ had occurred. She saw that Jess had left a few messages but she didn’t listen to them or check her texts. Dean changed into a night gown, and curled up into bed and covered up and fell asleep relatively quickly, but not before thoughts of her new friend Sherise entered her mind. A soft smile found it’s way to her face as she drifted off to slumber.
Dean awoke to the smell of French toast and sausage, which was her favorite breakfast food. She stumbled clumsily to the kitchen. “Oh sweetheart. I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” Her dad said.
Dean: Oh that’s okay daddy. You didn’t have to do any of this.
John: You know I do. Was I too bad last night.
Dean: The usual.
John: Well then it was still bad enough. Here’s some fresh squeezed.
Dean smiled as she took the orange juice from her dad. She took a swallow and began to think about her life and the events that got her to this point. So much pain in her life. Her Mother having died from Cervical cancer. Dean was two at the time. “Her father is a good man but he makes some poor choices” she thinks to herself. He had to raise a daughter all alone which can’t be easy. Dean took a bite out of her sausage link and she thought about her lunch date with Sherise. Though she was hesitant to call it a date, the thought of hanging out with Sherise again did bring a smile to her face. Dean finished her breakfast and headed into the living room to do some channel surfing.
2 b continued
Brian
After checking the usual spots, she became bored very quickly. Playing a game she picked up in the computer lab at school, she closed her eyes and let her fingers guide her around the world wide web. Upon opening her eyes, she was a bit shocked and heart broken to find that her first instinct was to pull up, ‘www.jade-hewitt.com’. Dean softly sighed and stared at Jade’s picture. After a few minutes, Dean shook her head and closed her laptop and looked at the time. It was a little after 7:30pm and Dean had no desire to sit at home and watch her father drink himself stupid. Dean decided that she was entitled to a little fun.
Dean headed into the bathroom, and stripped down as she waited for the hot water to run into the bathtub. Steam rose from the hot water as it’s level rose to about halfway and Dean added her bubble bath. Dean disrobed and gently got into the bathtub, turning the water off as she did. Laying back she, she closed her eyes and let her thoughts take over. Dean’s mind went immediately to her seeing Jess’ site. Her hands began to explore her body, easily finding her b cup breasts and nipples. Dean began to lather her soft, feminine body with one hand while flicking her nipples with the other. Soon she found her clit and began to caress it so. Her thoughts wandered to her and Jade in the shower together and within seconds, Dean climaxed with intense pleasure. “Damn you, Jess.” she thought to herself.
After getting out and drying off, Dean examined herself in the mirror. “No wonder she cheated on me” Dean thought, disgusted with her own body. Dean quickly threw some nice jeans and a sweatshirt for protection against the night air. Walking back through the living room she picked up her keys and purse and headed off.
Dean: I’m going out daddy.
John: Where the fuck do you think you’re going?
Dean: Just out for some air. Do you want to come with me.
John: The fuck I want to do that for?
Dean: I don’t know. Maybe we could talk. Have some fun. At least you wouldn’t be drinking.
John: You’re the reason I drink you stupid Cunt. Get outta my sight.
Dean: Okay daddy. I’ll see you in the morning.
John: Whatever.
Dean left the house and wiped a falling tear down her face. She got into her car and drove off, not really caring about the destination. About half an hour later, she glanced a new coffee bar that had opened up called “Beaner-E”. Deciding that the name was cute enough to give a try, she pulled in and had a seat. It was a very nice décor with wood flooring and posters of Mexican leaders adorning the wall. After ordering and receiving her double espresso latte, Dean began to take a sip but was knocked forward accidentally, spilling her coffee on the table with a bit on her shirt.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” The girl said as she quickly put her hand over her mouth, unconvinced of her own stark clumsiness. She stood about 5’8 and was generally thicker than Dean in every way especially breasts and belly. Her skin tone revealed that she was of mixed descent which one would consider ’light-skinned black’. “It’s no problem. Really.” Dean replied. Just seems to be the way my night is going.
The girl sat down and attempted to mop up the spilled coffee. “At least let me buy you another.”
Dean: Oh it’s okay. I’m sure you have to get back to your friends.
Girl: Not really. I’m here alone tonight.
Dean: Me too.
Girl: Want to be alone together. Beats being alone, alone right?
Dean: Can’t argue with that logic. I’m Dean.
Girl: I’m Sharise.
Dean: Nice to meet you. So what do you do, Sharise?
Sharise: Well, when I’m not busy being a general klutz, I started school here this week.. I live with my mom who is a teacher here, Professor Harmon.
Dean: ’Stormin’’ Harmon your mom? Wow. No Offense but when I saw she was one of the professors teaching my trig class, I changed my schedule so I could get Professor Chalmers.
Sharise: Ah, so she isn’t just a hard ass at home.
Dean: Her reputation definitely precedes her.
Sherise: It usually does. This is like the 6th time we’ve moved in 8 years.
Dean: Wow. That’s either really cool or really crappy.
Sherise: A little bit of both. So how about you.
Dean: Heh. Well, I’m a college student as well. I used to work over at Omni-Gym till this week. Long story. I’m freshly single. Related to the first part and an even longer story. And right now I’m enjoying a hot cup of coffee with a really cool person.
Sherise: well thank you. I think you’re pretty cool also.
Dean: To cool people. May they find each other always.
Sherise: Cheers.
The girls continued chatting until the Beaner-E closed and even out in the parking lot for hours, the crisp air not affecting them, at least not enough to want to stop.
Meanwhile, in a hotel in Tennessee, Brie and Kiki had just snuggled into bed after a long day of driving and sightseeing. “We should be home by tomorrow night I think.” Kiki said as she turned the lights off and cuddled closely to Brie. Edging closely, Kiki began to nibble on Brie’s ear. “Stop”
Kiki: That’s not what you said in Dallas…or New Orleans…or
Brie: Okay. I get it. I’m easy okay.
Kiki: That’s not what I meant, but okay.
Brie: It’s just that, we’re going to be home tomorrow.
Kiki: That’s what I just said.
Brie: Well, I mean, This has been great and all but I might be starting something up with someone at home. Someone I have wanted to be with for a long time.
Kiki: Whore.
Brie: You’re not mad?
Kiki: Not at all. I mean I knew from the start that you didn’t see us as long term. And for what it’s worth I don’t see us long term either. Hell the plain fact of the matter is, I just got out of a pretty suffocating relationship and I don’t want to be tied down.
Brie: Well that makes me feel special.
Kiki: Don’t take it like that. You’re a good person and I’m glad I got to have a little fun with you. If you think you can have something solid with someone, that’s cool with me.
Brie: I’m glad you feel that way.
Kiki leaned over and hugged Brie. “I do.” Leaning forward she gently kissed Brie’s lips and began caressing her thick traps. “But until then…” Brie smiled as Kiki entwined her legs along with Brie’s. Each girl’s large breasts massaged one another as each set of nipples became instantly hard. “You got the toy?” Brie asked seductively. Reaching into her purse, Kiki pulled out the double donger from Vegas, formerly owned by Eva Brawn. “Don’t leave home without it.
Back in Salisbury, Dean and Sherise began to wrap up their conversation for the evening.
Dean: I had a lot of fun tonight, Sherise.
Sherise: Me too. I should probably get out of here.
Dean: Yeah it is about that time. Where you parked?
Sherise: At the bus stop.
Dean: Ah. Let me give you a lift.
Sherise: Oh I can’t ask you to do that. It’s bad enough that I’m going to have to pay for your dry cleaning.
Dean: You don’t have to ask. And it’s not a request. Get in the car. I’ll drop you off.
Sherise: But I do owe you. How about lunch tomorrow?
Dean: Sure. I only have an evening class so my afternoon is free.
Sherise: Excellent! I’ll meet you at the Yellow Submarine.
Dean: That’s a pretty expensive place for lunch.
Sherise: Yeah. But it’s the least I can do. They have great poppers.
Dean: I’m down.
The girls got into Dean’s car and just small-talked all the way to Sherise’ house. After making sure she got inside, Dean backed out of the driveway of the extremely nice house and drove off. Not noticing an upstairs curtain that was used to spy on the outside closed and a singular pair of eyes descended into the darkness.
Dean arrived back at her house and snuck inside. Her Dad had went to bed, presumably passed out in an alcoholic haze. Heading into her room she picked up her cell which she had not done in about a week, coincidentally around the same time that the ‘incident’ had occurred. She saw that Jess had left a few messages but she didn’t listen to them or check her texts. Dean changed into a night gown, and curled up into bed and covered up and fell asleep relatively quickly, but not before thoughts of her new friend Sherise entered her mind. A soft smile found it’s way to her face as she drifted off to slumber.
Dean awoke to the smell of French toast and sausage, which was her favorite breakfast food. She stumbled clumsily to the kitchen. “Oh sweetheart. I was going to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” Her dad said.
Dean: Oh that’s okay daddy. You didn’t have to do any of this.
John: You know I do. Was I too bad last night.
Dean: The usual.
John: Well then it was still bad enough. Here’s some fresh squeezed.
Dean smiled as she took the orange juice from her dad. She took a swallow and began to think about her life and the events that got her to this point. So much pain in her life. Her Mother having died from Cervical cancer. Dean was two at the time. “Her father is a good man but he makes some poor choices” she thinks to herself. He had to raise a daughter all alone which can’t be easy. Dean took a bite out of her sausage link and she thought about her lunch date with Sherise. Though she was hesitant to call it a date, the thought of hanging out with Sherise again did bring a smile to her face. Dean finished her breakfast and headed into the living room to do some channel surfing.
2 b continued
Brian