"Apple"
It was early morning when I rose from my bed. I felt sore around my thighs. Why is that you ask? Well, John and I had a bit of texting a lot. And they were very sexy. His words got me all worked up. Ended up changing my bed sheets in the middle of the night.
There was one thing we discussed about before heading for bed. He told me he had to stay in Houston for another week. His friend turned for the worse, and he wanted to keep close with her. (Yes, he was honest with me about the person he visited.) I cried for him, knowing he would lose his friend by an illness. I also cried because in our short time together I miss him. I miss his warmth and soothing voice. He fit me like a glove. Then, I heard a knock at the door.
"John?" I asked, jumping up. It was a female voice that replied from the other side. "It's me, Yuki!"
I sighed with a relieved smile. "Okay, come in." When one of my besties came in, I admitted I thought it was John.
"Now why would think that?"
"I don't know. Maybe I hoped John would surprise me. He is staying in Texas to keep his friend from being alone."
Yuki nodded and cuddled close to me. When she gave my cheek a peck, she whispered into my ear. "Since when did you have an interest of writing?"
I blinked. "What?" I turned to see Yuki who smirked. She put her hand on my boob and squeezed it. I made a squeal, but the girl shut my mouth. "Quiet. Rosa is still asleep. You don't want her to find us talking like this."
Yuki sat up and pointed to the living room. "I found your notebook this morning. I can't help but notice some writing there."
Oh, hell no! Yuki read my journal I usually kept in my drawers! I really had one of those moments. I asked myself how I forgot that. Then a flashback came in my mind. I texted John that. I told about a funeral and then I felt bad. John made me feel better by showing me his dick. Next thing I knew we were masturbating for an hour via facetime. "Shit!"
"Ah-ho, now you remember!" Yuki kept rubbing my breasts, cooing at me. "Kendra, I didn't know you were that kind of girl."
"What girl is that?" I asked. Yuki grinned, lowering herself and kiss my already hardened nipple. "You know what girl. The girl that writes out sexual things in detail. No wonder you glow so much."
"Don't you have that Renaissance guy, Chris?"
Yuki nodded. "I do, but he knows me so well. Because of the magic ice cream, I'm becoming more and more open about my sexuality."
"And yet you're still too cheap to buy yourself a toy."
Yuki bit my nipple to spite my comment. "Now you'll get it, friend. I think you're really sensitive with these." I looked down to see a bite mark around my nipple. I seethed in frustration and decided...
What the hell
? I smiled at her and placed my hand between her legs. Once I felt her weak spot, boy did her eyes pop! I had the upper hand by wiggling my fingers between her soft folds. I chuckled as I hear her moan as soft as silk.
"Okay..." I said to her, looking at her in the eye. "So, you found out my notebook, and its contents. What are you going to do about this?"
She let out a gasp and pressed her hands on my breasts, cupping them. I kept fingering her to make sure she wouldn't expose my secret to anyone else. Perhaps I crossed the line with her enjoying my hand, but I started to enjoy this myself. I stopped and let go for then. She laid down next to me, her panties drenched from her juices. She panted and rubbed my breasts. "Why? Why did you stop?"
"I only want to take off your panties so that I can lick you." I winked at her. Meanwhile, Rosa was asleep in her bed when her smartphone went off. She groaned and picked it up from the nightstand. She scowled when she answered. "Whatever your sellin', I'm not buyin'."
"Wow, really Rosa?" Pam answered at the other end. "You want to use that as a greeting?"
"If I was dreaming about living in Cancun with Romeo Santos, you betcha! What do you want?"
"Emma called us this morning. She wanted to remind us Rose's funeral is today."
"Oh right, Rose Stein. She is that glue that put Orlando together right?"
"That would be her."
"Yeah. We may not know her that well. But at least I got to know her these past few days."
"You did?"
"Well sure." Rosa got up and started to walk to her dresser and look for something suitable for a funeral. "I hope they don't mind girls wearing black pants."
"Wait!" Pam yelled over the line. "Emma gave Katie Mrs. Stein's requests for everyone. Well, you know these are for those who would come to her funeral."
"Noted. What does this request form say?"
"Mrs. Stein has a few requests. 'For my funeral, no one should dress black. I lived a happy life and my glass is full. I did everything I wanted to do and then some. Now I'm coming home with God. So come with a smile and celebrate my life here on Earth.'"
Rosa chuckled over that. "That woman knew how to make the gloomiest day bright, doesn't she?"
"Yeah, I thought so too. Well, you heard her. Dress nice and shiny. We're going to her celebration of life."
Rosa hung up and got dressed in her shimmering pink outfit. She ran out of her bedroom to get Yuki. She knocked on the door when she heard her moans from my room. Rosa went aloof, cursed under her breath and marched straight to the room. "Ay! Come on! Why are you two doing this of all days?? We have a celebration to go!" At this point, she didn't give a damn what we were doing (mutual touching for those who are interested). She wanted us washed and dress fancy. (Yes, I know, it's out of character to you. Well, I should mention Rosa is also spiritual creature. Sometimes, sexual and spiritual can be together at times.)
We met Emma and Charles outside the diner a half hour later. Our Sunday best had a few wrinkles, but their Rose wouldn't care about the wrinkled dresses. We saw our sorority in their dresses (Pam in her smaller size 6 prom dress of all things!) and their flawless makeup. Not one girl had a smudge on their faces. Not even Leda, and she hated makeup the most. Hannah greeted us first and hugged us. "How are you guys?"
"The same." I replied to her. "John is still in Texas with his dying friend."
The other girls heard this and clapped their mouths with their hands. From that, the "flawless" lips were smudged. I made a mental owned count for make-up smudges. Whenever someone ruins the face, I say a number. Hence this comment. "Eighty-six." I nodded to that as Charles exited the diner and closed it. He turned to the others and handed over pennants for our cars.
"Alright, kids, ties these to your wires so that people know you are part of the funeral procession."