Bonnie Falls Into Love Part 5

Bonnie falls into love part 5

Copyright Catcher78

Author's Notes: This is my story, subject to all applicable copyright laws.

It's the fifth in the series, and back due to requests as it was one of my first stories. It's a compelling story, even if the writing is a bit uneven, I hope you enjoy it. Part five is edited by Challenger69, so right out of the box it's better. Many thanks.

We first met Bonnie, before she changed her name, here in a broken home.

https://www.literotica.com/s/bonnie-falls-into-love

Then in part two, we find her to have fallen badly in love:

https://www.literotica.com/s/bonnie-falls-into-love-pt-02

Bonnie's family life with her two queer moms, and little sisters sustains her:

https://www.literotica.com/s/bonnie-falls-into-love-pt-03

School is over, Bonnie, is twenty-one in 2004:

https://www.literotica.com/s/bonnie-falls-into-love-pt-03

Bonnie, is at loose ends, and comes out to the world in a lesbian club in Bremerton, in part four:

https://www.literotica.com/s/bonnie-falls-into-love-pt-04

It's been twenty-one years in the back end of 2023, as I thought about responding to the letter. I had been invited to the Olympic Marathon trials, in February of 2024. I had started running again, after years off as I'd moved back in with my moms, to help them negotiate loss as Silva's, long treatment for cancer seemed to be nearing an end in early 2023, as I would be forty in the following June. I had been running long intervals, building up to running my first marathon that morning.

Just a quick back story, I did run in the trials for the 2004 Olympics, ten thousand meters, did my best time and all, but finished fifth. I stayed in the Bremerton area. Worked for a bank that failed, West Sound Bank. I had an affair with the Chairman of the board, who owned an appliance store, started out with his sister, he bought me fake tits, he died of a heart attack. I moved on with Rodrigo Rodriguez. We were together until 2017, when he was deported, ICE showed up and he was gone.

Jenny and Rose, were both married and lived on adjoining parcels in Seabeck, quarter mile away from Hood Canal. In a world of the internet, they raised heirloom pigs separately, Sicilian, and Italian. They also raised heirloom sheep, Jenny, raised Navaho sheep "Churro," which the Dine, had stolen from Spanish conquistadores, in the early sixteen hundreds, while Rose, raised Gulf Coast sheep.

They both sold their pig manure as fertilizer, a high nitrogen content commodity, used by growers of spinach, brussels sprouts, broccoli and cauliflower. Their husbands managed that process, as well as the feeding and sale of yearling pigs to high end restaurants from Bellingham, through Seattle, to Portland.

The sheep were about wool, lambs for restaurants, and artisanal cheese makers, which were all over Kitsap, and Mason County.

They were not only brilliant, but gorgeous and fertile, they also had children on the way.

It's really hard to look back at my life, and not see it as a bunch of regrets the size of potholes, it did not matter who, or when, I chose the wrong person every time. I mostly still loved every one from Aoki on. I wish that I'd been raised by Hannah and Sylvia, rather than by Sissy.

They were kind and resolute, Jenny and Rose, picked the right guys out of the dozens that chased them. They went to Central Washington University, in Ellensburg, and got undergraduate degrees in Agricultural and Food Marketing, and both got into the master's programs at Washington State University, in Pullman. Jenny did Animal Sciences, and Rose did Crop Sciences.

They met these two brothers from Eastern Oregon, football players. Scott and Nathan, offensive linemen. It was love at first sight. Big men, who with guidance and lots and lots of love, descended from the three hundred plus pound range, to two hundred and forty or so pounds, strung along their six foot seven inch frames.

I was really so pleased, as were our moms. When I thought about running again, I had the fake tits removed, and was me again. I also quit dating.

I was following an interval training method, developed in Sweden. High intensity eight hundred meters, near sprinting, I would jog a lap, then bang it out again seven times, so it was just a bit more than five thousand meters. I also did yoga and flexibility workouts, with plyometric work on these huge balls.

When I ran up to our home, Jenny and Rose's trucks were there. It felt like a brick of ice was in my chest, Silvia was gone while I was running. The old cement stairs, cracked from the half dozen earthquakes that had torn through the region since the early twentieth century, were uneven, and caught my foot as I ascended, causing me to put my hand down, scraping it badly. I was bleeding.

I made it up to the porch, opening the door I'd come in and out of so many times, always to Silvia's fierce love and protective gaze. Pausing, I finally opened the door, and looked into the front room to see Silvia smiling at me.

Everyone was smiling, Hannah tucked into the chair with Silvia, Jenny and Scott, Rose and Nathan, I froze.

Sylvia's voice cut through everything, "you're bleeding," always a mom.

"I tripped on the stairs, I'm okay."

Hannah was speaking to me now, "we have great news honey, Silvia has been accepted into a program at the University of Washington. Stem cell treatment for her bone marrow cancer, they will start tomorrow."

I was poleaxed, my despair still heavily rooted in my core. The tears came unbidden, then I was on the floor, I'm not sure about how that happened, and then, black.

I was apparently dehydrated, severely so it seems, it was the interval training. There was this new hospital in Silverdale, of all places, the old Harrison Hospital, demolished due to its black mold. I was in an emergency room, it had a plastic curtain strung in front of the open door. There was bustling outside in the corridor, distant laughter. Up near the ceiling there was a mounted flat screen with my vitals being tracked, patient name, Bonnie Kendrick.

There was an empty chair off to the right, and two empty chairs to the left.

I was still wearing the faded old Huskies Woman's Track tee shirt I'd put on to run.

There was blood on the front of my shirt. I noticed there was a television control on the side rail, and picked it up, pointing it at the flat screen and pressed the TV button, there was Andy Griffith, playing in that old lawyer show, Matlock. There was no sound, thank God.

The curtain pulled back and this nurse came in, she had blue scrubs on. She was short, had very black hair, maybe Thai heritage, Philippino maybe. I guessed her about thirty something, she had red lipstick on, not too much, an oval face and so very beautiful, my goodness.

She said, "Hey, you're awake. Can you tell me your name?"

"Umm, I'm Bonnie Kendrick." I said softly, she was like a foot away from me. "Is that patchouli oil you've got on?"

She looked deep into my eyes, at least that's what it felt like, I might be a little woozy.

"It smells really nice." I said.

I thought why stop now, she's probably a Jehovah's Witness, although they didn't believe in doctors or birthday parties, I was definitely woozy.

She said, "It is, I don't have too much on?"

I shook my head no, "No it's perfect, I mean we're right next to each other. It's just a hint, maybe on your neck." I was panting now like a bitch in heat, for fuck's sake Bonnie.

She said, "I have to take your blood pressure now, lift your arm, hon'," as she wrapped this cuff around my arm.

My arm was against her side, up under her arm and she clamped her arm down, sealing my arm against her and then she was pumping the cuff, it got tighter and then it hissed at me.

She said, "You feel okay? That's kind of high," her face two inches away from looking concerned, so fucking gorgeous.

I said, "Your patchouli oil and that lipstick, there's been nobody for too long. You're so hot, yep you got my heart pounding, Florence Nightingale."

She giggled and said, "Did you know that Florence Nightingale was queer?" raising her eyebrows at me.

I shook my head no, my cunny woke up then, she talked to me from time to time, and 'open the flood gates.'

I whispered, "Could you pull the curtain closed just a bit?" Should it be a bit?

She did and came back and said, "I'm Viviane Ceniza."

"Please kiss me Viviane, I think it might be fun to be queer around you."

Her lips were soft, and her tongue touched me, causing me to reach out touch her arm, wanting her to stay, my mouth giving way to her tongue and I moaned into her mouth. Her hand was on my hip, oh for fuck's sake, my legs started thrashing. She grabbed my ass, and my legs got stiff, that's when I came, her hand continued to squeeze and rub me, then she murmured, "let it go sweetie," I laid my head against her arm, my chest heaving.

She left after a peck on my cheek, and I fell into a light sleep.

When I woke up there was a doctor next to me, and an older nurse, they said they needed to check my blood pressure again, it had been elevated earlier. She did it and it was eighty-four over sixty-eight.

He said, "That matches your old records, you ran in the Olympic trials for the 2004 Olympics, I watched that, you were really good. You look like you're thirty or so, so make sure you hydrate if you're going to run again. They'll have some paper work for you sign in a few minutes, and you can go home."

The same nurse came in about ten minutes later with the paperwork, and I looked at the date, it was then that I saw I had been here since yesterday.

"I was here overnight?"

She pulled up the chart at the end of the bed. "When you were admitted your blood pressure was extraordinarily low, which was caused by the dehydration. You've got stitches on your hand, too, They put you on a very low morphine drip for the first few hours, and it's been off for fourteen hours. You must get more water into your system if you're going to be serious about your running again Bonnie."

"You remember me?"

"Everyone does, honey. You overcame Sissy, Hannah and Sylvia own Bremerton, my goodness yes."

"Have I had any visitors?"

"No, there's a visitor's log, nobody signed in, it's digital. Your purse is in the closet, along with your runners."

She helped me get out of bed, I put my runners on and got my purse. My phone was in there and I'd turned it off, or someone had. I powered it up.

There was a text from Hannah, saying Sylvia's treatment had started, and that she had temporarily moved into the Collegiana Inn, as the treatment was for eight weeks, also would I please pick up the Kitsap Sun off the porch, get better xxxooo Mom.

I caught a cab back to Mannette, which was fifty dollars plus tip. The house was stuffy, I opened a kitchen window, and the air from the bay smelled wonderful.

I didn't see anything in the fridge, there was a horizontal freezer in the built in garage that was too small for modern cars, and so it was a storage space for a couple who had been together for thirty-four years. Bikes hanging from the ceiling, even an ancient big wheel. I looked in the freezer. There were Tupperware containers labeled with all kinds of stuff, I mean, there were dozens. I found two that said Costco Chicken, another that said hominy and mushroom casserole. I was hungry.

I cut up the hard chicken with a Chinese cleaver, then added everything into a Pyrex dish, some salt and pepper, and some frozen peas from the refrigerator freezer, covered it, and put it in the old oven at three fifty. I found some day old ciabatta bread, so I cut several slices for toast.

I had an old laptop in the spare bedroom I'd been staying in, and brought it down to the kitchen. Monthly I'd get an email from Sylvia's firm, but never paid much attention to it. I opened my yahoo account and got the most recent one, looked at the list of investments, and there was nearly two million dollars from the settlement with the University of Washington, all in a trust. I googled my old head coach, she was an assistant athletic director at the University of Oregon, there was a directory and I found both her email, and a phone number, so I sent her an email. I told her I wanted to put myself into a position to run in the marathon trials for the Olympics, and I needed guidance to build up for that, intervals etc. nutrition, hydration etc. Bonnie Kendrick.

I got up and checked up on the casserole, stirred it, another five minutes or so. I put the bread into the old four slice toaster. I looked into their master bedroom and there was a cradle. Jenny or Rose?

I was happy for them; my moms were pivoting to be grandmothers. Looking out the window, I noticed that Hannah's old Isuzu was parked in the drive way.

I called her as I pulled the casserole out of the oven, and turned the oven off. The toast was done. I got her voicemail and said, 'Mom can I borrow the Isuzu. I want to drive down to Eugene, Oregon, my old coach, Laney Andrews is there now and I want to see about working with the team, there might be an opening, love you, hugs to both of you. I'll come over tomorrow.'

The dinner was amazing actually, some tapatio hot sauce and two bottles of water. I had two bowls and there would be enough for tomorrow.

I opened up Instagram and looked up Viviane. She was married with two little girls.

Her husband was an orthopedic surgeon. Still batting oh for forever.

I made an effort to really hydrate, refilling the glass bottles, and putting them in the fridge, by noon the next day I had cycled through ten of the bottles.

My phone buzzed and it was coach Andrews text response, 'Sure, good facilities all over the place, but it's not cheap."

My response, 'Money's not an issue, just think I got something left and want to try one more time.'

'Let me know, you can stay with us until you find a place.'

'Perfect coach, next couple of days.'

Phone in hand, I called mom again and she picked up immediately.

"Bonnie! Sylvia is responding well," and her voice broke.

"Mom she's a fighter, how could she not with your love?"

"Bonnie, do you know how much we love you?"

Now it was my voice that seemed to get lost, "Mom, you saved my life, how many times? I've lost my way too many times. I am going to train in Eugene, Oregon, with coach Andrews, nutritionists, flexibility, soup to nuts. I'm shooting for the Olympic trials, for the Marathon in February, of next year in Orlando. Can I use the old Trooper?"

She responded, "We always felt you had such bad luck and should have kept running. Fucking Aoki, ruined you. You have our blessings. The Trooper has a new engine, well rebuilt and new clutch. The title is in the left corner drawer of Sylvia's desk. The oil's been changed, and there's some coupons for one of those lube places in the center console. Keys are in the same drawer, with the title."

I cleaned the house up and put on some old sweats, Bremerton High and my faded Husky tee shirt, and fired up the trooper and headed up to the mall in Silverdale, there was still a Macy's, Sears was gone and there was a Penny's too. I just needed basic stuff. Jeans and tee shirts, half socks, underwear and whatever I'd see.

Two hundred dollars later, I laid it out on the couch and took all the tags off. Mom knew my kryptonite food wise, it was a very simple, basic PB&J with shaved iceberg lettuce, and tuna noodle casserole. I found both in the freezer and put them in a cooler with some ice. Putting all my clothes and shoes in plastic garbage bags, they all fit neatly in the double door trunk.

The old girl fired right up, and I was on highway three, I took the exit in Gorst, to Belfair, Shelton, finally connecting to I-5 via highway 12. I was listening to FM Station KEZX from the University of Washington, and the announcer says, "So Chappell people say this next song is a Queer anthem, so you're out, is there someone in your life now?"

It was like she was slapping my face, she responded, "Yep, I was with her before this started." Then she started singing "Pink Pony Club",

'I know you wanted me to stay

But I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA

And I heard that there's a special place

Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day

I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee

Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me

Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene

She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

I'm up and jaws are on the floor

Lovers in the bathroom and a line outside the door

Blacklights and a mirrored disco ball

Every night's another reason why I left it all

I thank my wicked dreams a year from Tennessee

Oh, Santa Monica, you've been too good to me

Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene

She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

Don't think I've left you all behind

Still love you and Tennessee

You're always on my mind

And mama, every Saturday

I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away, saying

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing

I'm gonna keep on dancing

My fucking song, just my life, a nice submissive girl, please, fuck somebody else like me, my heart pounding and so full of hurt.

Then she started belting Casual,'

My friends call me a loser

'Cause I'm still hanging around

I've heard so many rumors

That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

I thought you thought of me better

Someone you couldn't lose

You said, "We're not together"

So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

You said, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach

Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends

It's casual, if it's casual now

Then, baby, get me off again

If it's casual, it's casual now

Dumb love, I love being stupid

Dream of us in a year

Maybe we'd have an apartment

And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

I know, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach

Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends

It's casual, if it's casual now

Then, baby, get me off again

If it's casual

It's hard being casual

When my favorite bra lives in your dresser

And it's hard being casual

When I'm on the phone talking down your sister

And I try to be the chill girl

That holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl

But honestly, I'm not

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out