Author's note: This story is part of a six chapter book: TILT Book II - Prospecting. Chapter titles listed below, will go back and add hyperlinks after each chapter is published. Check my Author page for Book I.
As with the last book my stories tend to heat up quickly and have lots of explicit, graphic lesbian sex with the raunchy details throughout. That's what I like to read and what I like to write; these stories are sparked from my personal fantasies and day dreams, and then the characters come to life and guide me...
It's not for everyone. Is it for you? 😉
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xoxo Maribelle
As always, all characters engaging in any sexual activity are above 18.
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(hyperlinks will be added after all chapters are released)
TILT Book II - Prospecting
Chapter 1:
A Furtive Fragrance
Chapter 2:
Marci Melts
Chapter 3:
Kimmy's Kitty
Chapter 4: Good Foods
Chapter 5: Brittany's Bimbos
Chapter 6: Welcome to the Show
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TILT
Book II - Prospecting
Chapter 5 - Brittany's Bimbos
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"I just don't see what the big deal is," he whined.
Wendy rolled her eyes, then turned to face her husband and smiled lovingly.
"I know you don't, Rich. But I just want us to try this - the doctor said it will help with your cholesterol. Besides, don't they look good?"
She gave him her best smile as she handed him the four-pack of all-vegetable sausage, shrink-wrapped in styrofoam.
Rich accepted it begrudgingly, and shook his head in resigned disappointment as he placed it in the cart.
Wendy pondered briefly how Rich had transformed from the care-free muscle-bound all-star quarterback she had married twenty years ago, to the large, slow, grumbling sad-sack of a man that stood before her now - intimidated by vegetable sausage.
She shook it off and kissed him on his bald head and whispered "thank you".
She saw him smile a little under his bushy salt-and-pepper mustache as they made their way together to the next aisle.
She checked her smartwatch and her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Oh - dang, we have to get going! We have to pick up the dogs before 9:00 and they're clear downtown."
Rich frowned. "I told you we should've just skipped it - it's too damn far to drive
and
do your shopping... and then you know we're going to hit that construction when we get back down to the highway. Probably going to have to get gas too. Geez..."
Wendy patted his back.
"Hey - hey, I know, okay?" she offered in her soft and sweet Texan twang. "We'll just get the chips and we'll get on out of here."
Rich sighed.
"Sorry."
Wendy smiled. She did love her husband with all her heart, grouchy as he had become. And maybe in this case he was a little justified - after all, it had been
her
who insisted they drop the dogs to get groomed on their way to attend the show. They had just come from her kid sister's college theater production of
Alice in Enchantment Land
- the UNM's take on the Lewis Carroll-turned-Disney classic in which a college-aged Alice embarks on a silly and wondrous fantasy adventure across the New Mexico desert, mountains and timberland.
It had been an marvelous show which they both enjoyed immensely (though Rich would never admit it). There had been dazzling scenery and costumes, explosive music and joyful, mysterious characters reflecting New Mexico's rich culture and history - Native American spirits and demons, swirling dirt devils, wolves and snakes and mountain lions and giant tarantulas and ghosts and gold miners and gunfighters - a truly captivating the show.
And all of this excitement orbited the main star - the bubbly and beautiful Alice - played by Wendy's own baby sister, almost twenty years her junior, Pamela Stone.
She had been absolutely stunning in the white ball gown she wore through most the production (eventually becoming spattered with watercolors representing the New Mexico sunsets throughout her adventures). She nailed every part - the dancing, the singing, the blocking and acting - for seventy minutes, she really
was
Alice. Wendy couldn't have been happier for her sister.
Yet, she could not help but feel a small twinge of jealousy.
Wendy, too, had been a theater student at UNM. However, she never landed any major roles. Though she auditioned and practiced every line and every scene, she never got picked, not in four years. By the fourth year, she gave up on the dream of being an actress, and at one point even decided to move back home to Amarillo when she graduated with her business degree and go into sales. Of course, that all changed when she met Rich.
Wendy had been just as beautiful as Pamela - moreso, truth be told - with her tall, fit body and pronounced curves. But she could never keep her inflection under control in rehearsals - she would get so caught up in the character she was playing her voice would crack or be too loud. Other times she would use the wrong word or over-improvise lines to the aggravation of her professor and classmates. She could never strike a balance between acting and just plain make-believe.
So she had been over the moon when her baby sister decided to follow in her footsteps and go to UNM. And they had both squealed in excitement when Pam announced over dinner that she'd landed the role of Alice!
But now Wendy could not shake feeling a little envious - alone and unseen - especially after the show. Everybody went up to greet the big star, showering her with bouquets and wine and candies. How they all gushed over Pamela. Wendy and Rich had barely enough time to give a quick hug and hand off their own bouquet before she was whisked away to an after-party, leaving Rich and Wendy to stand together alone in the quiet theater lobby - just another boring old couple.
And so they were, here in Good Foods, running their Tuesday night errands.
She looked down at the black arrowhead which rested on her chest. She felt a little silly in her sparkly black sequin mini dress. She had hoped she would see some old friends or instructors from the theater, maybe share some memories and laughs and catch up a bit. But no - not even one familiar face. She had her hair done, completed a skin treatment and waxed her legs in preparation for the night. She'd also gone heavy on the exercise, with extra jogging and squats and lunges for three weeks and lost eight pounds, until she at last squeezed into this old glitzy dress and heels...
And for what? For who?
"Babe - what kind of chips do you want?"
Wendy looked up at her husband - his splotchy round, red face, his head near bald but for the unruly yellow-white fluff that circled the sides. The collar of his ill-fitting dress shirt stuck up on one side. She straightened it and patted his shoulder.
"Hmmm, teriyaki roasted
