*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
This is just a flash story. Don't take it too seriously.
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Margot Murphy walked the nine blocks from Northside High School, to the small home she and her mother and step-father were renting. The eighteen year old felt the springtime pollen attacking her eyes, her sinuses, even her breathing.
Yes, they had pollen in Oldenburg, Arkansas, but they did not have the humidity coupled with it.
She saw an older woman, probably in her late forties, early fifties working in her garden. The blonde girl stopped and admired the woman's flowers, even as her eyes watered and her nose ran.
"Look a little affected, you do," the woman smiled.
She had an odd accent and Margot smiled, trying to guess where the woman might be from.
"Like the flowers, do you?" the woman asked and Margot nodded her head in agreement.
"Well, come on, let me introduce you," the woman said.
Margot walked up and the woman pointed out the various flowers and then smiled as Margot again wiped at her eyes.
"Need you an antihistamine," the woman said. "Probably a decongestant too, yeah?"
"Yeah; but took the last one this morning," Margot remembered.
"Ah, well, got a few; come in," the woman said and got to her feet.
When she stood up, Margot could see that she and the woman were very nearly the same height of five feet, five inches. They also had the same slightly chubby build.
"Oh, and my name's Elena Mollenkay," the woman said, offering a hand. "Come on in; I'll get you a good one. Clear you right up. Only way I could work out here."
"Where are you from?" Margot blurted out as she followed the woman into the small house.
"Tremblink, little burg of Poland," Elena smiled, not offended by Margot's direct question. "Moved here ten years ago; trying so hard get rid of the accent. Not working, yeah?"
"Yeah," Margot agreed, looking around the small room.
It was a small living room, tastefully decorated with comfortable looking furniture.
"Get you glass of fruit punch," Elena sang out. "My first day in America? Drank some, said 'I don't know what fruit this is but I love it!' and that's all I drink. Don't even like the coffee, just fruit punch."
"That's fine," Margot called back.
"Good, good, here, just one pill; take two? You'll not be able to sleep tonight," Elena said, returning with a small glass of red liquid and a pill.
"What is it?" Margot asked, squinting through her watery eyes to read the pill's markings.
"Mother sends me stuff all the time from Poland," Elena smiled as Margot shrugged and popped the pill into her mouth.
She drained her glass and thanked Ms. Mollenkay.
"No, no, we friends, you call me Elena and I call you Margot, okay?" Elena smiled and gestured toward the couch.
Margot sat down. The couch seemed fairly new. It did not sag in one direction, did not have a musty mildewed smell to it.
"You are student at that school over there?" Elena asked, sitting down on the other end of the couch.
"Yes ma'am, fixing to graduate," Margot agreed. "So what you do?"
"Me? I do nothing," Elena smiled widely. "See, in Tremblink? I married Joseph Mollenkay, the big movie maker. Terrible movies too. All about girls with big breasts getting killed, so much blood. Finally I say 'I want divorce' and he says okay and I move here."
Margot saw a magazine on the coffee table and turned to look at it. Her light blonde eyebrows shot up when she recognized that it was an issue of Parasols magazine, an adult magazine that primarily featured nude women.
"I'll be back; need to tinkle," Elena announced and left the room.
Margot looked at the cover of the Parasols magazine. It showed a blonde woman with bright red lips, holding an open umbrella in front of herself. The bright red umbrella covered the model from just below her pubic mound to just above her nipples.
Elena returned just as Margot was reaching out to flip the magazine open.
"Um, why you have this?" she asked.
"Hmm? The magazine?" Elena asked, again sitting on the couch. "I like the pictures; such beautiful women. Sugar cubes, all of them. You know what you do with sugar cubes?"
"Uh, no, I mean, you put them in coffee, I know that," Margot stammered, looking at the cover of the magazine again.
"You pop sugar cubes in your mouth and just let them melt," Elena giggled happily.
Margot looked over at the woman.
"And you are sugar cube. I see you walking to school in those jeans and I say oh I would love to eat her up, pop her in my mouth and let her just melt," Elena admitted.
"Wait, what?" Margot asked, surprised.
"Because she was chubby, she did not see herself as a 'sugar cube' at all. The three dates she'd had since arriving in Bender, Louisiana, she'd only had because she let the two eighteen year old boys and one thirty one year old man fuck her.
"Oh, and now you want to leave, yeah?" Elena asked, studying Margot's face.
"I uh, no, but uh," Margot stammered.
"Or maybe you stay and I show you?" Elena asked hopefully.
"Show me what?" Margot asked stupidly.
Elena leaned over and kissed Margot on her stunned lips.
"Hey, I uh..." Margot said, and then Elena kissed her again.
At first Margot was too stunned to really respond. Elena's tongue was entering her mouth; Elena's right hand was squeezing her breasts when Elena's left hand was squeezing her pudgy buttocks through her too tight jeans.
