Chapter I: Salt and Pepper
They were both trailer trash and walked from the trailer park to school together. She was salt: A little slip of a thing with hair so blond you could see her scalp right through it. Her short body was light and delicate. It was hard to believe she was only eighteen. He was pepper. Wiry black hair arranged in cornrows flashed in the light and his beard stubble glared through the pale translucent skin on his face and it look dark. He was short, slight and powerful. He looked older than his eighteen years until you saw his dreams reflected in his eyes and realized cynicism was his pose.
A group of punks started to give them a bad time about being trailer trash once when they were on the way to school. He put them to rout, making it look easy. He worked out everyday in a gymnasium in town.
Once she saw him on the playground steal the dribble from a varsity forward and streak toward the basket and a lay-up. Then he threw it back and said, "Your turn," only to run around behind him and bat the ball away again with the same result. Somebody said, "I wish he'd turn out." But he never did. Didn't give a shit for athletics, he said. Had a job after school.
He's the one who taught her to toke on a joint—on the way to school. Soon it was part of going to school.
Then, one day while they were hunkered down toking up and getting down, they saw three children come bouncing and skipping out of the house across the street and open up the doors to a SUV. Soon two adults, bearing boxes and luggage, joined the kids. They loaded the car and then they drove away.
"Look," Salt said.
"What?"
"Something's stuck in the door." She jumped up and ran across the street. He loped behind, head swinging furtively from side to side like a hunting lobo. A white silk scarf was jammed between the door and jamb—jammed in the jamb. Out of curiosity he gave the door a shove. It swung open.
"Wow." He stepped in. "Anybody home?" He walked farther in and looked around. He yelled, "Anybody home? No? Let's take a look." Quietly the two of them stalked through the rooms of the home, through the spacious kitchen, dining room, big living room and another room beyond, where water shimmered in the sun—by God, a swimming pool.
Retreating into the living room, they saw a den with a wet bar and then the stairs. They ran up the staircase: one bedroom, two bedrooms, three bedrooms, all for children, then a big fucking bathroom with separate sinks for each of the kids--then the master bedroom.
"Holy shit! What a place!" Salt cried. "Look at that monster bed!" The two teens immediately jumped up and started bouncing up and down on the bed. Closer and closer and then, one time Salt came down bumped into Pepper and had to grab him to keep her balance. Her eyes sparkled with glee. They ended up holding hands and jumping, first together and then syncopated, screaming in happiness, and they didn't stop until they were both red in the face, struggling to catch their breath.
They collapsed to their knees and panted. Then they looked at each other. "That was fun. I hope we didn't break the bed," Salt said.
Pepper got off the bed and started to explore. "Look here: walk-in closets!" He took down a mink jacket, handed it to Salt. "Try this on?"
"Oh, I couldn't."
"Why not? Nobody will know."
"I'm all sweaty."
"Go ahead."
Salt tried it on. "It feels luxurious. I can see why people would like this." She walked across the room to the mirror, vamping all the way, and turned both ways to look at herself in mink. Pepper walked out of the closet with a silk dress in his hands. "Try this on."
She looked at him. He smiled. She took the garment and retreated to the bathroom. "Oh my God, look at this!" she screamed. Pepper followed her in and gasped. It was huge, with his and her sinks, a separate enclosure for a shower with nozzles on all sides and, on a raised platform, a jetted tub big enough for five people. No toilet? She opened yet another door and inside was a toilet and a bidet, though she didn't know what that was.
"Okay, get out of here and let me change."
Pepper started to go through the man's dresser. Aha, he thought, when the top drawer produced a carton of large condoms. He was down to the third drawer when Salt sashayed into the room. She looked like a million dollars. Pepper felt like he'd taken a blow to the stomach but he managed to gasp, "Luxury becomes you."
Salt checked herself out in the mirror. The silky material was so flattering that it almost looked like she had boobs. Pepper went back to rifling the woman's dresser. His hands came out of the drawers filled with flimsy under clothing. "Look at this?" he said.
"Oh, yummm," she said, holding one then another of the lacy things up to her and running them over her face. "They even smell nice."
"You'd really look sexy in this," he ventured to say.
"Yeah, right. A regular Cinderella. You got to be a woman to wear that stuff. I ain't got hips, I ain't got tits, and I ain't built in that style."
"You're kidding, right?" he said. Just because they weren't boy and girl friends didn't mean he didn't appreciate her immature beauty. "You'd look spectacular."
"You really think so?" she whispered. She ran into the bathroom, locked the door, and quickly stripped down. Then she slowly draped the flimsy material around her in the manner it was designed to go. Looking in the mirror she could almost believe Salt was right. Somehow the design of the garment made her insignificant little bud-like tits look alluring and she could see in her shadowy form a classic hourglass shape in the sweep of her waist and hips. She thought the hair on her pussy caught the light in a most mischievous way, almost obscured by the lacy material that ended just below her sex.
"Hey, let me see!" Pepper yelled through the door."
"NO WAY!"
"Don't be like that."
Salt looked in the mirror again. She tried emphasizing her bust by arching her back and took a step forward with one leg, opening up a view of her thatch. She tried out a couple of smiles in the mirror and settling on one, she unlocked the door and slowly opened it. Pepper was sitting on the bed looking at something from the woman's dresser. She slowly walked into the room. Pepper looked up and it was like he'd been hit over the head with a lead pipe. When she walked the bottom of her shift lifted and fell, revealing her pussy hair in an alluring way. He felt his cock stir.