A lesbian tale with natural women, muscular women and body hair involved.
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"Please be careful," Alice Porter said as she stood next to the step stool with her hand on the hip of her neighbor, hoping that the trembling of her fingers wasn't noticeable as she steadied the woman who was attempting to undo the cover of the light fixture.
Last year the now 50 year old Alice Porter didn't have to worry about fixing things, because she was a reasonably happy woman with a husband around the house. Now however, the husband was an ex and finances had dictated she moved out of the split level ranch he had fled and into this apartment complex, which was a definite step down.
Having just moved in, Alice was in the process of finding out everything that didn't work, and not having an overhead light in the bedroom was one of the problems. The thing that held the glass cover on the fixture wouldn't come loose, and building maintenance didn't answer the phone.
Alice happened to step out onto the tiny patio and saw the next door neighbor handing a plant. He had his back to Alice, and he was a muscular young man with short jet black hair and wide shoulders that were flattered by the tank-top that looked painted on him.
Looks young, Alice was thinking, although when you're a half-century old everybody looks like a kid.
Maybe he would be a Good Samaritan and help out a poor old lady in distress, Alice had thought, and although she was usually very shy and meek around strangers she cleared her throat to try and get some information.
Afterward, Alice didn't recall whether she had actually used the word "sir" when calling over, but she was still mortified when the neighbor turned around and she learned that "he" was a "she". Not a very feminine woman, to be sure, but a woman nonetheless, but if the androgynous woman had noticed or had and was offended she said nothing.
"Maintenance?" the young woman said with a chuckle when Alice asked when the office was open. "Don't hold your breath. Better off doing it yourself."
That was an hour ago, but now the mannish girl had a name - Kyle - and Kyle was in her apartment working to get that light cover unfastened, with Alice as her assistant holding on to her belt loop.
Kyle, despite her androgynous appearance and chiseled Nordic facial features had turned out to be very pleasant, although Alice noticed that she had pretty much taken charge since they met. Was there such a thing as an Alpha female, Alice wondered, because Kyle had a way about her that put shy people like herself in their place before they realized what was happening.
After Kyle had stepped up on the little ladder and asked Alice to help steady her, Alice found herself standing next to Kyle's side, with the woman's armpit almost in her face as her muscular arms strained. Kyle wasn't wearing a bra, although Alice noted Kyle really didn't need one since her breasts only looked like small swells on her wide chest.
The scent that wafted out from Kyle's armpit was slightly pungent, although not yet offensive, and it seemed to Alice as if the young woman didn't use deodorant much more frequently that she did a razor.
Not that Alice was in a position to criticize, since after becoming single again she hadn't been a diligent as she once was in many feminine ways, but that was different, Alice reasoned. Nobody was going to see what was going on under her arms, while Kyle's sleeveless t-shirt made not noticing the thick bushy tufts of jet black hair that filled the young woman's chiseled armpits impossible.
Kyle certainly didn't care what others would think either, since she had glanced over a couple of times and had noticed Alice staring at her underarms and made no effort to hide the profuse growth from view. It was her ripped arms she had been looking at, Alice was ready to say if asked, but she hadn't.
The armholes of Kyle's tank-top were soaked by the time the light cover came free, and after extracting a couple of burnt out light bulbs Kyle took the new bulbs from Alice and voila!
"Let there be light!" Kyle cracked when the room lit up, and after replacing the cover the mannish girl climbed down.
"Oh thank you so much Kyle," Alice gushed as she found herself touching Kyle's bulging bicep as she stepped down. "Would you like a drink? You're all sweaty."
"Love one," Kyle said, but as Alice looked into the refrigerator the younger woman nodded toward the bottle of Jack Daniels on the counter and added, "That'll do fine."
Alice poured them both a drink and the two chatted in the kitchen, although the conversation was more of a gentle interrogation, and after about five minutes Kyle already knew quite a bit about her.
"A man or a woman?" Kyle had asked after noticing the groove in Alice's ring finger.
"Oh - um - a man - my ex-husband," Alice mumbled.
"Just curious," Kyle said as she leaned on the door jam and with her free hand reached up and grabbed the molding.
"Yes - uh - 23 years," Alice said as she tried not to look at the Amazon standing a few feet in front of her, but it was like trying to ignore the elephant in the room what with the combination of Kyle's muscular arm and the jungle of black hair pasted to her sweaty skin right in front of her.
And that aroma, Alice kept thinking. So manly and pungent yet strangely unoffensive, and it sent a shiver down the older woman's spine as she tried to focus on Kyle's smoky eyes instead of her musky armpit.
"I said I hope we're going to become good friends," Kyle said loudly, apparently repeating herself since Alice's mind had been elsewhere. "I sense a connection between us."
"Yes, I would like that very much," Alice replied.
"You have plans tonight?" Kyle asked and then before waiting for a response continued. "If you want we could order out - Chinese maybe or whatever you want. I could come back over here - your place is nicer than mine already."
"Oh. Sure," Alice said.
"Let me go take a shower," Kyle said as she gave her armpit a sniff before lowering her arm. "I'll come back over in about a half hour."
With that Kyle left, and as her lingering scent hung in the air behind her Alice found herself taking a deep inhale of the hearty aroma before shaking her head and getting the place in some sense of order for her company.
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"That was awesome," Kyle said after they devoured the Chinese food Alice had gotten delivered, and as the younger woman leaned back on the couch Alice began to clear the coffee table of the mess.
"That can wait," Kyle said, but Alice was already in motion and hustling the cartons into the trash. "We can have dessert and relax first."
"Right back," Alice responded, the reminder of the two joints Kyle had brought along with the bottle of wine not needed.
My word, what is becoming of me, Alice thought at the prospect of smoking pot, something she hadn't done in decades.
The older woman peeked out to where Kyle was sitting, and while the younger woman had taken a shower and changed her clothes the sleeveless blouse she wore now was similar to what she had on earlier. It was clearly designed to flaunt her arms and shoulders, although now instead of slacks Kyle was wearing shorts that revealed muscular and smooth calves.
Better get your head together, Alice admonished herself as she prepared to rejoin her company. For whatever reason Kyle had her acting strangely, and while they ate Alice had been caught looking places she shouldn't have been.
Alice's eyes had happened to wander when Kyle had leaned over to the coffee table, and was peeking down the girl's blouse top when Kyle looked up and saw where her eyes were.
"That was an accident," Alice mumbled to herself, confused as to why she had been interested in looking at Kyle's nearly flat chest.
Maybe it was remembering back to her college days when she had a roommate who was a bit like Kyle. Tomboyish and another girl who didn't believe in razors, and while Alice started the semester appalled at Lexi's appearance, by the end of the first month they were in bed together for Alice's one and only lesbian relationship.
