The girls had pegged the end of November to leave, again, their jobs at Bonnie's father's station; and the thirty days absolutely flew by, they thought. Jill became a frequent visitor to the girls' apartment in those thirty days; her job as a rehab therapist gave her a certain amount of flexibility with her hours and she would often call at the last minute to see about hooking up.
Bonnie and Sami were always ready for an opportunity to 'hook up' with Jill; the three of them shared many delightful orgasms during that month of November.
Sami had finally contacted T and Jena after Katrina; T would be returning to school for the spring semester, as would Bonnie and Sami. Jena would be returning as well, but her husband would be staying in D.C. with Georgetown University. Their plan was for Jena to rejoin him in D.C., permanently, after the spring and summer semesters.
Sami and Bonnie had talked with school officials, finally, and all was set for them to return to room 204 as roomies, and to finally get back to classes for spring.
Sami talked with coach and he wanted her at school, as well as all of her teammates, a week ahead of opening so that they could get some practices in.
Marcia had reached Sami back in October, relieved that Sami hadn't been in the City when Katrina came through. Marcia said she'd be returning after the Holidays and that she'd call Sami then.
All in all, it looked promising for the girls as the Holidays were approaching and the spring semester, not far behind.
There was, yet, another going away party thrown for them by the station; the difference was that after this one, they joined AJ at her home for a goodbye party of their own, just the three of them.
Their last night in the apartment in Memphis was for just the two of them, however, no one else invited to the party, neither wanting or needing a third with them that night.
Half-sitting against the bed's headboard, Bonnie held Sami to her body, her breasts pressing against Sami's back and her arms around Sami's body. She had her chin resting on the top of Sami's head, and her fingers played with Sami's breasts; both lay languidly in repose like that for quite a while, before Bonnie broke the silence of their love chamber.
"I am so looking forward to getting back to our room at school," Bonnie said, off-handedly.
"Yeah, me too, baby, me too," Sami replied.
"Sami?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, sugar."
"No, I mean I love you; I love you like wanting to have your babies kind of love," Bonnie clarified.
Sami thought about that for a bit, and then tilting her head back so that she could look into Bonnie's eyes, she replied.
"Baby, I love you too," Sami said with all of heart, and meaning it, "but, you also need to know that I can't promise you monogamy; no matter how much I might want to, it doesn't seem to be in my DNA."
"I'm not asking you to, Sami; I'm like you, baby, I've enjoy the playmates we've shared, and I don't want that to change."
"I don't either, sweetie, but outside of sharing someone with you, what I'm talking about is simply this; if my horny motor gets running because of a chick, or a situation, I can't promise that I wouldn't jump into bed with her. I know I'm a pussy whore, and maybe one day, I'll find myself not being that, but, no matter what, I still love you,."
"I can live with you being that way, and it's a two-way street, right?" Bonnie laughingly said, "But when it's just you and me, when it's just the two of us, I love that more than anything in the world."
"Me too, baby, me too," Sami said, and Bonnie knew by the look in Sami's eyes that she did indeed love Ms. Bonnie Sue Madison, and Bonnie was as happy as she had ever been in life.
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Bonnie dropped Sami at home in Jackson, and stayed for the night, as welcomed to Sami's home as if she were another child of her parents. Leaving the next day, they spent the Holidays apart, which made them both ache with loneliness for the other.
Bonnie went out with Roy a couple of times, socially, and even thought about fucking him once; but, at the end of the day, she missed cock less and less, and craved pussy, more and more.
Sami and Charlene hooked up a couple of times over the holidays and while it was good for them both, they both knew they were mere substitutes for Bonnie and Debbie with each other. They knew and accepted the fact that is was pure physical release.
That was okay, that was cool for them; they played no games with each other, ever.
But nothing prepared either of them for what they saw when they returned to New Orleans for the spring semester, and both were a bit depressed for the first couple of weeks because of what New Orleans, post-Katrina, was; but neither could wallow in it because of school, which, in hindsight, was a God-send for them both.
Slowly, school once again became their total focus.
The two of them, Bonnie and Sami, were a couple now, the signs so obvious to the world. They probably didn't see it themselves, but even if they had, they wouldn't have altered their behavior with each other, towards each other.
They weren't ashamed of their love for each other but both thought it best that it be kept private, neither wanting to 'flaunt it' in the faces of their dorm-mates.
Of course, it probably didn't help that one of them forgot to lock their door that one Friday afternoon...
They both heard the doorknob turn and both froze, in situ, as it were. They were under the sheet in Sami's bed, sort of, with Sami's back to the door, her bare, naked back and a wee bit of her very fine ass. She was kissing Bonnie, when she heard the door opened, she froze with her hand full of Bonnie's naked breast.
There was silence for about a nano-second, followed by an "Oops, sorry, so damned sorry..." followed by the sound of the door closing quickly.
Sami quickly jumped up and locked their door, turning afterwards, to face her bed and her naked Bonnie.
"Shit, Bonnie, I'm sorry; I didn't think to check the lock," Sami said with her eyes squeezed shut.
"Not your fault, Sami; I was the last one into the room and I don't remember if I locked it or not," Bonnie admitted.
"Any idea who it was?" Bonnie asked.
"Not a fucking clue, my back was to the door," Sami replied as she chewed on her lower lip, a habit for her, when deep in thought.
"You know," Sami said, "they couldn't really see your face, and only a bit of your boob, so they might not know it was you."
"Don't care if they do," Bonnie said, "fuck 'em, it's our life."
"Yeah, but still..."
"But still, nothing," Bonnie replied, a bit angry now, "I'll fuck you on the quad, I don't care who knows."
"Not smart, baby; remember, you still have to deal with your 'sisters'," referring to Bonnie's Sorority Sisters at the house.
Bonnie thought about that for a minute and lying back down on Sami's bed, she held out her arms to Sami, who was still standing by the door.
"Then let's pretend we're on the quad and come finish what we started, at least," Bonnie said.
When Sami left for her shift at The Grille, after the incident, she was sure that a couple of dorm residents she passed, in the hall, snickered a bit when she passed them.
"Fuck 'em," She said to the empty stairwell.
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They noticed the snickering sidelong glances from a few of their floor-mates after that afternoon's incident over the next few weeks. Of course they did, girls always noticed crap like that, even without the added onus of being lovers.
For Bonnie, she rather liked it; she rather liked being looked upon as something other than a Southern Princess as she had been in high school and before she found herself in love, totally and completely in love, with her roommate.
For Sami, she didn't really pay particular attention to what her peers thought, ever; she had endured those questioning looks before, when it was 'suspected' that she might be a bit queer by some of her high school classmates.
Hypocritical bitches, thought Sami when she remembered those moments in high school; they talked behind her back but there was a couple of her teammates in high school who gladly went on night drives with Sami. They weren't so quick to condemn Sami on those nights when they parked in the woods and allowed Sami, no, begged Sami to love them; no, those nights, they weren't critical at all.
And when they passed each other in the hallway of their high school the day after they had made out with Sami in the woods, those same girls would give Sami a quick, side-long glance as they passed, but not much more.
That was alright, Sami felt in those moments, they'd be back; they always came back, and when they did, Sami made them beg for release before she'd let them climax.
And they always begged, always.
Sami had brought her high school annuals with her back to school that spring semester after Katrina, not sure at all why she had done so, but they were on her bookshelf, nevertheless.
Returning to their room after classes one afternoon, Sami found Bonnie thumbing lazily through her senior year's book while lying on her bed, on Sami's bed, not her own, lying in her bra and panties.
"Hey baby," Bonnie said when Sami walked into their room, "gotta' kiss for momma?"
