*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual behavior are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: Yes, I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. Yes there's too many people to keep track of. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes it's in the wrong category. Yes it's too long. Yes it's too short. Yes this is stupid shit, and yes, I am a horrible writer, barely legible, hardly literate.
For those of you that have not hit the backspace key, I hope you enjoy this tale.
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Ash listlessly stirred the honey into the bubbling oatmeal, then dropped the pecan and walnut pieces in. Reaching over, she flicked the switch for the coffee pot and just as she was ladling out the oatmeal, the pot finished gurgling.
Clay would be going out of town; they were playing in Sweet Gum, Arkansas. The team bus would be rolling out at two thirty that afternoon. As Clay said, "Because they're too damned cheap buy us lunch."
Maybe it was good that Clay was leaving for a quick weekend, after what they had done last night. Ash was sure he was disgusted with her. She had brazenly made love with another woman, and with him, acting like a total slut.
Because Clay was leaving for an overnight stay, Court was supposed to come over and spend the night; Ash hated so much to be in their apartment alone. But after what they had done, after Ash had licked and sucked Court to several orgasms, after Ash had bucked her crotch on Court's face like a cowgirl on a bucking bronco, she was sure Court would never want to see her again. Ash's face burned with shame, then she felt fear grip her. She and Court had their first class together, World Economics. Suppose Court slapped her face, in front of the whole class, and announced to everyone in the lecture hall that Ash was a slut?
Just as she reached into the drawer for Clay's favorite oatmeal spoon, a large round spoon, she felt two powerful arms encircle her and lift her off her feet.
"Good morning," he whispered into her ear, then kissed her on her bare shoulder, just where the robe ended.
"Oh," she sighed; her shoulders were an erogenous zone for her.
"Hey," he said, turned her around and kissed her on her lips. "Good morning, I love you, how are you feeling?"
"Oh, Clay," she burst into sobs of relief and hugged him tightly. "Oh Baby, I love you so much."
"Yeah, that always makes me cry too," he teased lightly, squeezing her to him.
"Oh shut up; you just wouldn't understand," she giggled and slapped him on his chest.
He grabbed the two bowls of oatmeal, brought them to the table, then reached up and grabbed their two coffee mugs. Her favorite mug was a ceramic mug with a bouquet of wild flowers on it. His favorite mug was an ugly black mug; the exterior was made of rubber and looked like a large tire, complete with treads and a plastic interior.
He poured a little milk into her mug, then poured the coffee.
She put the two glasses of pineapple-orange juice on the table, then sat down.
She looked at his nylon running shorts, at the lump in them and smiled to herself.
She had always thought the male penis to be an odd looking, almost comical appendage. And now she knew just how much pleasure the odd looking appendage could bring.
She had a sleek plastic vibrator in her nightstand drawer; the batteries were dead in it and she had been too embarrassed to buy replacement batteries since Clay was usually with her when she went shopping for household items. The campus bookstore did carry Double AA batteries, but they wanted too much for their batteries.
But that had been her only phallic experience, until last night.
Clay's cell phone gave a ding and he smiled as he read the text.
"Court wants to know if it's Hat Friday' and if she can borrow my hat," he informed her.
Ash felt more tears of relief pool in her eyes.
"Tell her it's Hat Friday," she affirmed.
"All right, he said as he finished his breakfast. "You come see me off?"
"Yeah," she smiled as he went to the sink. "Me and Court'll see you off."
Again, even though he did not have a class until ten that morning, Clay drove Ash to school at seven thirty. Ash entered her World Economics class and saw Court sitting in her usual seat.
Court looked up and smiled, a slight blush coming over her pale freckled face.
"Good morning," Ash whispered, even though there were very few students in the large hall.
"Good morning; Clay said it's Hat Friday," Court said.
"Uh huh, and he said you can go in his closet and get his hat if you need it," Ash giggled.
At two thirty, huddled together against the brutal November wind, Ash and Court watched their man as he made sure all the equipment was in the cargo space underneath the bus, then locked the hatches. He turned and smiled at them, then grabbed a plastic bag and carried it over to them.
"Here," he smiled, holding out the bag. "Stay out of my room, hear?"
"What is, oh my God!" Ash laughed as she peered into the bag.
"What, oh, Clay, really?" Court laughed.
"Try them on," he said.
Ash pulled the two cowboy hats out. One was a bubble gum pink with a black feather that trailed off the back and dangled for at least two feet. The other was a black one with a bubble gum pink feather.
"Black looks so good on you," Ash decided, handing the black one to Court.
"Thank you, Baby," Court said, hugged Clay, then kissed him.
"Thank you; you're so wonderful," Ash said, hugged him and kissed him.
The two girls held each other's hands and watched as the team boarded the bus.
"That actually looks good on you," Court said.
"Thanks," Ash laughed. "Yours looks great."
Driving Clay's tank of a car, Ash followed Court to her house, came in, and talked with Helen Vanderkin and with Trevor and Doug while Court gathered an overnight bag.
"That's a stupid looking hat," Doug sneered at Ash.
"Hush, Doug it is not; where did you get that?" Helen smiled, playfully tugging the black feather.
"Bag says 'Cal's Western Wear' but I don't know when Clay would have found time," Ash smiled
Court came running out of her bedroom, now dressed in very snug blue jeans, snap button plaid shirt, and black vinyl cowboy boots.
"Bye Momma, love you, bye Trevor, bye Booger Face," Court called out, dragging Ash to the door.
"Hey!" Doug protested being called 'Booger Face.'
All right, now y'all want some ravioli for dinner?" Helen asked, already pulling out two cans of the food.
"Oh, that is so cute on you!" Ash praised Court's outfit and cowboy hat. "Know what? I think I'll wear my boots too; I bought these white ones, oh my God, they were like two hundred and eighty bucks! But see, my grandma Tea had died; that's what we called my mom's mom, Grandma Tea, I don't know why but she had died and left me ten thousand dollars and so I said 'why not?' I mean, cowboy boots are something I'd never buy myself in a million years if I had to spend my own money on them, but I set aside one thousand to just you know, go crazy."
"What else did you get?" Court asked, twisting in the seat.
"Those two pair of jeans; they were seventy bucks each and a bustier and I still have another five hundred bucks but I just don't know what to get," Ash admitted as she pulled into the parking space.
The two walked-ran as quickly as they could to get out of the frigid air. Once at the door, Ash's hand shook with the cold as she hurried to unlock the door.
Once in her bedroom, Court put her overnight bag on the floor by Ash's dresser as Ash dug out the jeans with the heart cut-outs.
"I assume, after, we're just coming back here," Court asked.
"Yeah, I mean, unless you want to stay there," Ash said and pulled off her top, exposing her pale pink half-cup bra.
"Oh, you went back and got them out of layaway?" Court asked, lightly running a fingertip over Ash's exposed nipple.
"Yeah, actually went back the very next day," Ash admitted, admiring the bra in the closet's mirror.
"And," she said, unzipping her skirt and letting it slide to the floor.
"Nice!" Court said, admiring the pink thong panties and stay up stockings.
Ash squealed when Court reached out and grabbed a handful of her left butt cheek.
"Very nice," she husked, then jammed her tongue into Ash's mouth.
The two kissed for a few moments, lightly running their hands over each other's bodies, until Ash lightly pushed Court away.
"Come on; we'll never get there," she smiled, kissed Court quickly, then pulled on a white peasant blouse. She decided to pull the top down, exposing her shoulders.
The jeans she had to wiggle and hop to pull up; they were extremely snug; then finally, with a sigh, she snapped the button fly shut. She then jammed her feet into a pair of startling white cowboy boots.
"Ready?" Ash asked as she pulled her coat back on, then put the pink cowboy hat on.
Again, they walked-ran in the frigid air to Apartment Two B and knocked.
"Hey!" April called out, yanking the door open.
"Hey!" Ash and Court replied.
April wore a black bowler hat on her blonde head, a white corset and a very short red velveteen skirt. Her slim legs were encased in white fishnet stockings and her feet were jammed into black pumps that sported a five inch heel.
"Oh my God, you two are so cute!" April shrilled when Court and Ash shrugged out of their winter coats. "And I must be dreaming, Ash I didn't even know you knew what blue jeans were!"
"You are kidding me; Ash is wearing blue jeans?" Sarah called out from the kitchen.
"Come see!" April said.
When April turned, Ash saw a bright red rose on April's left shoulder blade.
"April! You got a tattoo?" Ash gasped.
"Oh my God!" Sarah shrilled, coming out of the kitchen to see Ash.
"No, not really, it's a Fun-too," April said. "It'll fade away in about a week or two."
"Will not; you have to take showers and actually use soap, so it's permanent on her," Sara teased and made Ash turn around. "Oh my God, I just love, Ash you should wear jeans all the time; you've got the body for them."
Court smiled at Sarah's wide straw hat and very short dress with stocking and black Mary Jane shoes. The straps of her garter were visible under the very short hem.
"Like it?" Sarah smiled at Court. "It's my 'Pretty Baby' look."
"'Cause, she's my pretty baby," April said, putting an arm around Sarah's slim waist.
"And you're my bad little girl," Sarah concurred, reaching underneath April's skirt and giving her a pinch on her backside.
April served them Sangria wine with the Mexican fare, but stuck to iced tea for herself.
"I'm a drug addict," April answered when Court asked her why she wasn't drinking.
"God, she was such a pot head," Sarah confirmed.
"Started smoking around the same time my brother started using me as a fuck toy," April shrugged. "Hated myself because I liked it. A lot. Then when my step-dad decided he needed fuck me too, I really got into the pot. That and snorting T's and Blues. Thank God, when I moved out, quit snorting that shit; shit'll really fuck you up."
"Um," Court stammered, shocked at the ESE that April was discussing such a private matter.
