Chapter 1 Fore Word

Greetings Gentle Readers!

I'm bored.

Molly and Heather are having a spot of difficulty right now, and we don't know how that will turn out. We haven't gotten to the point in time yet where Jenny and Allie will take in a foster child. Jocelyn and Ben are off somewhere (probably snogging, or gasp! even shagging) and we don't know what's going on with them until they come back and tell us about it. There's trouble brewing in Reading (the one in Pennsylvania, of train fame, not the one in England) and that is likely to turn out badly.

All of this is to say that we need an entertaining diversion. Hence, the current - whatever this is...............................

RANDOM WANDERINGS

Some people in life know exactly where they are going, exactly how to get there, and execute flawlessly. Some people know exactly where they are going, but they totally fuck up the getting there part. Some people have no fucking clue where they are going but somehow end up on top of the world anyway. Some people don't give a fuck where they are going or where the fuck they even are at the moment. Some people have nothing better to do with their lives than to read drivel like this - I hope you're not one of them, but then that begs the question of why you are reading this drivel.

This story may or may not be about one or more of the people above described. In fact, I don't know what it will be about. Because this is what happened:

DD Jay, of the famed couple FnD, has a cousin named Keisha. When Keisha heard about the engagement of FnD, her mother and aunt (DeeDee's mom) were trash talking the same sex couple and commenting about what an abomination it was. At that point, Keisha went ballistic on her mom and took her to task for being judgmental, uncharitable, unchristian, and a few other rather crude descriptive terms. And then Keisha decided to take that opportunity to announce that she herself was a lesbian. After which, she called FnD and appointed herself to be in charge of planning their wedding.

She had great fun doing it, and in the process met (and developed a slight crush on) Fiona's sister, Amelia. Sadly, Amelia is straight. And though Keisha was theoretically aware of Lesbian Rule #1 (don't fall in love with a straight girl), she may or may not have violated it. But fortunately for her, Amelia has a best friend, Kate, who is gay and who has had a crush on Fiona for quite some time now.

So Amelia has agreed to set Keisha up with Kate. But we don't know if Kate is Keisha's type. We don't know if Keisha is Kate's type either. We really don't know anything about Kate because we haven't met her yet. We only know what Amelia has told us, which is that 'Kate is totally cool.' And that could mean anything. So Keisha is very eager to meet Kate and get answers to all these uncertainties that we have floating around.

But this is where Keisha has made a tactical error. She asked DawnDuckie to write her story. BIG MISTAKE! Because DawnDuckie is actually really lazy, not very imaginative and a terrible writer. Keisha only did this because DawnDuckie wrote her cousin's story, and they both have the same first initials (really bad reason, I know.) Which means that this story is almost certainly going to go off the rails. The only possible hope for this story, and more importantly, Keisha's love life, is that You Dear and Gentle Readers will step in and save it. So DawnDuckie started this story, left it in a mess, and then went off to drink Redd's hard cider and practice her dobro (typical Jenny move, really), but at least left some instructions about how to finish it.

------- INSTRUCTIONS -------

- voting on the story has been disabled; nobody cares if it's any good;

- anonymous comments will be completely ignored, nobody cares about the opinions of people who are not willing to put their name to it;

- suggestions from You Dear and Gentle Readers for the next chapter are an absolute requirement, there will be no next chapter if we don't know what it will be about;

- contributions of actual text toward the next chapter will be even better;

- if you introduce a new character, then you need to also do all the development for her/him/zie/zim/they, and you'd better do a good job of it;

- I don't care if you randomly drag in characters from my other stories, but if you drag in characters from other author's stories you'd better get their permission first;

- any characters you invent for this, I might steal for something in the future;

- I'm more likely to pay attention to people who have left nice comments for me in the past; yeah, that's petty and selfish but I don't care, it's my story and that's just the way it's gonna be;

- I'd really like help editing and proofreading the future chapters, volunteers?

---- THE ACTUAL STORY NOW ------

Keisha was excited for a multitude of reasons. The most obvious was that school was out for the summer and the wedding was over. Not only that, but with Fiona's guidance she had absolutely killed her independent study project, got an A+ on it, and raised her GPA up above a 3.0. It was only barely above 3.0, at a 3.02, but it was above and that's all she cared about. That wasn't really all she cared about; the most important reason she was excited is because she had high hopes of getting laid this weekend.

Keisha was still a virgin, and entirely by choice. She'd had plenty of opportunities in the last few years, but those had all been with guys - and we know how she feels about guys. So maybe it wasn't entirely by choice, because she hadn't had any opportunities with girls. But now her friend Amelia was going to finally introduce her to Kate. Keisha was going over to visit them in South Bend, where Amelia was going to school. Kate might also be going to school there, Amelia had been a bit vague on that point, saying only that they were room mates.

Keisha didn't believe that still being a virgin at 20 was catastrophic, most of the people who went to her family's church insisted on waiting until they were married before having sex. Keisha was skeptical that they actually practiced what they preached, but whatever. What was more important to Keisha was finding the right person; she didn't want to hook up with some rando just for the sake of a quickie. What she wanted is a real, loving, lifetime relationship like FnD had - except without the 12 years of drama that went with that before they had gotten to the 'happily ever after' part. So she was a little nervous, no, make that a lot nervous, about whether Kate was going to be someone that she could fall in love with. Love At First Sight would be really convenient, because then they could quickly jump in bed together without all that messy heartbreak stuff first.

Keisha was a firm believer in Love At First Sight because she was only 20, and because she read a lot of lesbian sex stories on Literotica. She didn't like the slow burn romances, there was way too much talking and stuff that happened first, before getting to the good part. It was a lot better if you could just fall in love, jump in bed and have mind-blowing, wildly satisfying sex, and then live happily ever after - preferably all in the same day. Keisha was only 20. She was really looking forward to meeting Kate tomorrow.

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Keisha arrived at their apartment just a little after noon on Friday. Amelia was expecting her and waiting for her.

"Hey girlfriend! Come on in," Amelia greeted her at the door.

"Amelia, it's great to see you! Thanks for letting me come visit. I so needed to get away for a couple days. These last several month have just stressed me out."

"Tell me about it! At least we finally got FnD married off. God, I was starting to worry that would never happen."

"I know, right?"

"So like I said, we don't have a spare bed, so you'll have to crash on the couch. Ya know, until Kate invites you to share hers," Amelia grinned knowingly at her.

Keisha blushed, "Uh yeah. The couch is fine, that's cool."

"So just dump your stuff wherever, probably over there behind the couch. I gotta be at work at 4, and the bar won't close until 2 so it will be sometime after that when I get home. Which means you get Kate all to yourself tonight. I think she gets done at 5."

"OK. What do you guys usually do for supper? I could cook something," Keisha offered.

"That would be cool. I'll get something at the bar. And Kate just scarfs up anything that's laying around usually. But yeah, you could cook something nice for her."

"OK, what does she like?"

"Her? She will eat anything. Literally. But I don't think we have much here, so you'd have to get groceries. I'd do something quick and easy though, like hamburgers."

"Hamburgers isn't cooking. Alright, I'll see what's here and figure something out."

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Keisha decided on pork chops with fried potatoes and cheesy broccoli. It was a very easy meal to do, and one she was very good at.

When Kate got home, she barely introduced herself to Keisha before going straight to the bathroom and spending 45 minutes in the shower. Kate did seem to appreciate Keisha's cooking, if you were to judge by the vigor with which she ate; but not if you were to judge by any verbal expression of gratitude. She said merely "Damn, this is really good. Thanks."

It wasn't Love At First Sight. Keisha decided that Kate was kind of a bitch. She was a smart-ass, dressed like a slob, had butchy purple hair, and treated Keisha as if she were a naive virgin. OK, maybe Keisha was a naive virgin, but that didn't mean she wanted to be treated like one. Her chances of getting laid this weekend were reduced to something you'd need an electron microscope to measure.

And then a little after 8, Kate summarily announced that she was going to bed. And then went to bed.

Saturday wasn't much better. When Keisha woke up in mid-morning, Kate had already left to go off doing whatever it is that she did. So Keisha spent most of the day with Amelia. Although the two of them had worked together closely on the wedding, they really hadn't done anything else together. Keisha was happy for the opportunity to spend some time with Amelia just for the fun of it, but she wasn't getting any closer to getting laid.

But Kate did insist on taking her out to a club on Saturday night where, Kate assured her, she could have her choice of the hottest chicks in the surrounding four states. Hooking up with some rando for mindless sex wasn't Keisha's idea of a successful night out, but she did like dancing. And unlike her cousin Dawn, who couldn't dance to save her life, Keisha was quite good.

Keisha had danced ballet from the age of 5 up until she was 14, when she was very rudely informed that black girls have no chance of a professional ballet career. She had been gently informed a few hundred times before that, and firmly informed several dozen times, and brusquely informed at least 9 times, but she refused to believe it until she was very rudely informed. At that point, she focused on modern dance and decided that she would go on tour with Beyonce instead. Beyonce hadn't been consulted about that.

What Keisha wasn't good at, was drinking. She shouldn't have been drinking in the first place because she was only 20. Then, with as much dancing as she was doing, she really should have been drinking a lot of water instead of Fuzzy Navels. But alas, has any 20 year old ever done the smart thing? You Dear and Gentle Readers will not be surprised, but everyone else in the club was, when Keisha nearly passed out and became quite incapacitated from the combination of alcohol, dehydration, and exertion. In particular, Kate was quite put out at having to recover Keisha and take her back home. Because Kate had been doing really quite nicely with an 18 year old freshman at Notre Dame (who had absolutely no business even being in the club) with a very appealing bosom and cute freckles.

Keisha's chances of getting laid this weekend have now diminished to a point where a scanning tunneling microscope will be needed for detection. Kate is nothing, if not a smart-ass, and so at 6am on Sunday morning she cranked up that Kris Kristofferson classic. Keisha woke up on Sunday morning, with no way to hold her head that didn't hurt, to the sounds of:

Well I woke up Sunday morning, with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt

and the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert

Keisha was not amused. Kate was though.

"Hey Keisha, do you need a beer?" Kate poked her head under the blanket, under which Keisha was trying to hide.

"Fuck off you bitch. I'm dying."

"Come on out of hiding crybaby. Laying there wallowing in misery just makes it take longer to get over. I'm going to give you my as-yet-unpatented-but-really-should-be-sometime-soon hangover remedy." Kate pulled the blanket off and then drug Keisha off the couch, whence she splattered all over the floor.

"First thing, you're going to drink a lot of water. So much water that you're going to puke." Kate grabbed Keisha by the feet and drug her into the little kitchenette. She propped her up against the cupboard and started handing her glasses of water. "Drink."

Keisha managed to get down three glasses. "I can't.... no more."

"OK, good. On your feet now." Kate pulled her up. "Now we walk around a bit." She put Keisha's arm over her shoulder and made her take laps around the room.

"Kate, I don't feel good, I'm going to...."

"K then into the shower." Kate fast marched her into the bathroom and dumped her in a pile on the bottom of the shower. Kate turned the water on just as Keisha started puking.

The water started out freezing cold, then got scalding hot. Between puking, and freezing, and boiling, and dying, Keisha couldn't do much else. Finally the water temperature moderated.

"OK, now we get these stinky clothes off you and get you washed up." Somehow, a naked Kate was now in the shower with her, and was taking Keisha's clothes off.

They were sitting on the floor of the shower. Kate had pulled Keisha into a sitting position and was now behind her, supporting her. The warm water pouring over her felt good, and Keisha was starting to recover. But this wasn't how she wanted to be naked in the shower with Kate.

"Kate, what the fuck? What are you doing?"

"Relax, Crybaby, I'll have you fixed up and ready to hit the clubs again by noon."

"You're a bitch. Has anyone ever told you you're a bitch."

"All the girls who love me, tell me that, Crybaby."

But Kate gently soaped her up and rinsed her clean, then washed her hair, as Keisha leaned back into her. Kate's hands were gentle and caring, even though she teased Keisha unmercifully the entire time.

"Feeling better yet, Crybaby?" Kate asked as she stood up and shut the water off. "Time to get you dressed."

"I'm not helpless, Kate. I can dress myself!" Keisha shot back. She was feeling considerably better after puking her guts out and taking a shower.

"K then, you do that and I'll get the coffee on." Kate finished drying herself and then walked out of the bathroom, buck naked.

When Keisha came into the kitchenette several minutes later, the coffee was ready and Kate was wearing sweats.

"Chew up these aspirin before swallowing them and drink this," Kate handed her half a glass of water and two aspirin. "How do you feel?"

"Well my head still hurts, and I don't love Jesus, but my feet don't stink anymore."

"Parrothead, huh?" Kate ginned at her. "Maybe you're not so bad."

After a cup of coffee and a piece of toast with peanut butter, Kate let her go back to bed again.

"Sleep for a couple hours and then you'll be fine," Kate told her.

"Then why did you drag me out of bed in the first place?"

"Because you wouldn't have been fine if I hadn't applied my as-yet-unpatented-but-really-should-be-sometime-soon hangover remedy."

"Yeah right, you just wanted to get me naked in the shower and feel me up," Keisha joked.

"Just payment for my services, ya know. I don't take Medicaid or anything." Kate smirked at her.

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By noon Keisha really was functional again. And by this time Amelia was also up and about. Kate was nowhere to be seen.

"So I heard you had quite the time, last night," Amelia teased.

"Yes, quite."

"There's some oatmeal on the stove, if you're hungry."

"Oatmeal?" Keisha asked, surprised.

"We're college kids, gotta do what's cheap. It's pretty good if you mix stuff with it. There's raisins, I like cranberries in mine, Kate puts peanut butter in it."

"Peanut butter, that's weird."

"Like they say, There's no accounting for taste. I mean, she eats pussy too, so you have that," Amelia laughed.

Keisha wasn't sure if she should be offended, or if she should laugh too. Since she considered herself to be a lesbian, she felt like she should be in favor of eating pussy. But since she had never actually done it yet, she had no idea whether she actually was in favor. She decided to just go and get some oatmeal. There was some grape jelly in the cupboard, so she mixed some into her bowl with the oatmeal. It was pretty good.

"So where did Cruella go? Off to abduct some innocent young girls then?" Keisha inquired.

"Cruella? Kate?" Amelia laughed again. "No she had to go work on her project. She'll probably be back around supper time. I need to leave in a couple hours for work again though. So you'll have the place to yourself until she get's back. Not much to do here, watch TV, I guess."

"That's fine, I have my laptop. I'll work on my story." Keisha commented.

"You're writing a story? Like a book?" Amelia asked, with interest.

"Um, not a book, just like a short story." Keisha suddenly wished she hadn't mentioned it.

"That's way cool! So are you going to publish it? What's it about?"

"It's ah.. for this internet site... so it's kinda gonna be published."

"Cool, what site?" Amelia grabbed her phone and started messing with it.

"Well it's not finished, so I don't have anything there yet," Keisha tried to deflect.

"Ok, but what site? I want to bookmark it so I can see when it get's published."

"Um, it's called Literotica," Keisha mumbled.

A minute later Amelia looked up at her, smirking. "You write porn? That is hilarious! I never would have pegged you for that."

Keisha wasn't sure if Amelia had meant 'pegged you' to be a pun, but she blushed furiously anyway.

"Um so what project is Cruella working on?" Keisha desperately wanted to change the subject.

Amelia continued to smirk at Keisha for a few moments, enjoying her embarrassment. "Kate is an Apprentice Tool & Die Maker. So she has to make this gear thing, with screws and gears and worms and stuff. It's a drive box screw gear thing, I don't know. Ask her."

"Hmm, wow! That sounds interesting." Keisha didn't really think it sounded interesting, but it was way better than talking about her own deviant habits.

"Yeah, probably. She probably would have taken you along to see it today. I don't know what she's doing tomorrow, but you could ask her to show it to you." Amelia thought about that a minute. "And then Kate might want to see your story. You know, one of those 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours?'"

"No way! Not happening. God Amelia, you're acting like there's something going on with us."

"Hey, you're the one who wanted me to set you two up, so yeah! What's with this suddenly acting like you're not interested?"

"Um, well she hates me. OK, I did hope that maybe something.... but no. Unh uh, not happening after all. I'll probably just go back to Toledo tomorrow."

"Whatever," Amelia shrugged. "What makes you think she hates you?"

"She treats me like a child!" Keisha paused. "And then I totally humiliated myself last night, and this morning.... so even if she doesn't hate me I'm sure she thinks I'm pathetic."