*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor and no, I do not want an editor. If this fact bothers you that much, kindly stop reading now.
Yes, it jumps around too much, yes there's too many people to keep track of, yes it's too long, yes it's too short, yes it's in the wrong category, yes this is stupid shit, and yes, I am a horrible writer, barely legible, hardly literate.
For those of you that have not hit the backspace key, I hope you enjoy this little tale.
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Paula loved Laci Fontenot. The eighteen year old Asian girl loved Laci Fontenot's kisses. The beautiful eighteen year old blonde had full, pouting lips that were naturally pink, naturally moist. Because Laci believed that she suffered from mild halitosis, she constantly chewed sugar-free mint gum.
So Laci's kisses were soft, gentle, moist, and always tasted sweet, fresh.
Her pink tongue was soft, gentle as she used it on Paula's small breasts and small, hard nipples. Then, Laci would use her teeth to nip at, to bite Paula's flesh.
It tickled Paula's plump belly when Laci would lick and nip at Paula's soft tummy. She would giggle, which seemed to spur Laci on.
But then Laci would reach between Paula's heavy thighs, to Paula's sparsely furred pussy. Paula would shiver as Laci blew her hot breath across Paula's puffy pussy lips.
"Why they call it a 'pussy?'" Laci had asked one time as she gazed at Paula's pretty little pussy.
"I don't know," Paula gasped, anticipating Laci's soft tongue, gentle nips on her lips and clitoris.
Laci had long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes and gorgeous smile. Her 32C breasts looked substantially larger on such a small frame. Her blonde tuft of pubic hair was crinkled, curly, forming a haphazard triangle between her lightly tanned legs.
Her skin tasted of the lotion she was forever applying to her young body. 'Sugar Cookies' was prominently printed on the bottle. Her pussy had a light musky scent and taste. Laci's clitoris was small, but was extremely sensitive to Paula's pointed tongue.
Since Paula was four foot eleven and Laci was five foot four, they found sixty nine to be somewhat cumbersome so the two usually took turns pleasuring one another. Paula loved to go first; Laci was usually too impatient. Paula would linger on each breast, avoiding Laci's large pink areolae and hard nipple, just nibbling and nuzzling Laci's beautiful round breast. Then when Laci was wiggling with impatience, Paula would suck and nip one, then the other nipple. Laci's concave belly also received much of Paula's attention as did Laci's inner thighs.
"Why DO they call this a pussy?" Paula wondered when she finally reached Laci's quite wet pussy.
She used her thumbs to pull Laci's fat pink lips apart. She then searched out Laci's small clitoris with her tongue.
Laci let out a shuddering moan of pleasure. And that was when Laci's father, Chris Fontenot had barged into Laci's bedroom.
Chapter 1
Laci's father was enraged. He yelled and screamed as both Laci and Paula shrieked, then tried to dress. All the while, Chris told the two lovers how disgusting they were, how filthy they were.
Don Pho Soo, Don Pho Soo agreed with Chris Fontenot. Her daughter was disgusting, filthy, a disappointment to her.
"I have no daughter," the North Korean refugee shrilled in Korean.
Chris Fontenot threatened to disown his youngest child, completely cut her off from his millions if she even spoke to her best friend ever again.
"So?" Paula tearfully asked her girlfriend. "We don't need his money."
"Easy for you to say, Paula," Laci angrily shrilled. "You've never had it!"
Upon their graduation from Cabrini Catholic High School, Paula returned to the house she and her mother shared with Sam Voisoin. There, she found her few worldly possessions in three cardboard boxes.
"Bye bye, I do my job, you not in high school no more," Don Pho Soo shrilled.
"I uh, you got a graduation gift from me, big box," Mr. Voisoin said, looking very uncomfortable.
Paula didn't blame the man. He was diabetic, had already lost one leg to the disease and was on dialysis three times a week. The man was as dependent on her mother as a newborn infant would be.
Paula loaded her belongings into the small Toyota's trunk, took one last look at the Baylor Lake home that had housed her since she and her mother had escaped the crushing regime of North Korea. Then, wiping the tears from her beautiful almond eyes, she set her jaw and drove away.
Crisp had not taken her 'Visitors' hanger so Paula drove to the gated community. She waved to the guard and he smiled and opened the gate. Slowly, Paula drove past the home on Wentley Street. Across the front of the large home was a banner announcing Laci Fontenot's graduation from Cabrini High School. There were several cars in the drive and along the street.
Paula saw three of her classmates approach the house. She felt her heart constrict as Laci opened the door, looking beautiful, happy.
"I love you, Laci Fontenot," Paula whispered, used a neighbor's driveway and turned around.
She drove to Kimble, Louisiana, and rifled through her purse. Scrounging together two twenties and a few crumpled single dollar bills, she rented a room at the Acadiana Motel. Paula then lugged her three cardboard boxes into the neat, clean, well-worn room.
She found her pillow and put it on the bed. Then she found the paperwork from the American Embassy in South Korea. Clothing, even her Cabrini High School uniform filled most of the first two boxes.
"Oh yeah," Paula said as she saw the large envelope among the various items in the third box.
The front of the card said 'Congratulations!' Inside the card showed a man with robe and mortarboard, a set of buttocks laying on the ground next to him.
'You really worked your ass off,' it said.
"I'm so proud of you," Mr. Voisoin had written in the greeting card.
And there was a check for one hundred dollars. Paula knew, for the old man, this was a great deal of money; he lived on a fixed income.
Because it was now after four o'clock on Saturday, First Union Bank would be closed. But their ATM was available. Paula made sure the motel room was locked, then scampered down the stairs to her car.
After depositing the check into her account, after verifying that she now had seventeen hundred dollars available, Paula decided to get some Chinese takeout and return to the motel room.
Sitting on the bed, she searched for the television remote control. Finally, she located it on the top of the old tube television set. Next to the remote control was a small placard that said that there were adult movies, free with every room. Paula had developed a taste for pornography; it had been Mr. Fontenot's old vcr and vcr tapes that had brought Paula and Laci together.
"Amateur, Anal, ah, Asian!" Paula said and clicked on that selection.
She ate while watching petite Asian woman after petite Asian woman take on several cocks in different colors. Most of the cocks were massive, all seemed to squirt a lot of that nasty white stuff all over the smiling faces and unnaturally large breasts of the Asian sluts.
"Blonde, let's see," Paula said as she finished her beef and broccoli.
Most of the vignettes seemed to be of large breasted blondes having sex with well-hung black men. She switched on 'Lesbian' but found it curiously flat, unappealing. She then switched back to 'Latin' and gasped as she saw one harsh looking Latin woman shoving the blunt end of a baseball bat into the pussy of another harsh looking Latin woman. With a shudder, she switched back to the menu.
Shaved did appeal to her and Paula settled back. She propped herself up with the cheap foam pillows. She turned off the dim motel lamp and masturbated, watching vignettes of girls with hairless pussies pleasing one another, pleasing well-hung men, or pleasuring themselves.
The next day, Paula decided that she'd rent the room for the week, taking advantage of the motel's rates. Then, bored, she decided to go to a movie. Flipping a mental quarter, she turned left out of the parking lot and drove to the Flowers movie complex. She drove west on Highway 52, through Kimble, then Bender, Louisiana, before reaching the small town of Flowers. The small fuel light on her dashboard blinked on and Paula looked at the gas station that used to sit in the corner of the parking lot of the movie complex. The building was dark, the lighted sign had been removed.
The owner had taken to 'tweaking' the pumps to dispense one hundred and twenty ounces, instead of the one hundred and twenty eight ounces that made one gallon. Almost none would ever notice the discrepancy. After all, it was less than two cents per gallon. It was roughly forty cents per average fill-up.
A customer pulled in and filled his five gallon can. He was slightly curious when his gas can actually registered five point twenty five gallons. He then alerted Texaco of this strange anomaly. Texaco then sent out investigators who confirmed the rigged pumps. Within twenty four hours, the owner was arrested and the station was shut down.
Paula drove past the movie theater's parking lot, filled up her car at another gas station, then drove back. Again, she looked at the small building, then parked.
The movie was horrible. She missed Laci. At least, if Laci had been there, they could have laughed at the implausible plot, laughed at the cheesy dialogue, fought over the popcorn.
"Where you want to eat?" a girl asked her boyfriend as they trekked out of the darkened theater.
"Don't know; damn, Clark's ain't open," the young man said.
"Chuck's is," she commented.
"Fuck! That's what? All the way out there?" the young man complained.
Paula used her cell phone to note the exact address of the gas station. Google Maps had not learned of the Texaco's closing yet. Then she drove back to the motel.
'Red Heads' seemed to actually be more 'Interracial' than 'Red Heads' so Paula switched again to 'Latin' and sat back to watch the pornographic action.
Both she and Laci had agreed, Maria Morales had been the most beautiful girl in their graduating class. Well, most beautiful AFTER Laci and Paula. But both girls had admired Maria's beauty, her voluptuous curves. , her long black hair.
The scene on the small tube television showed to Latin girls pleasuring one another and Paula smiled sadly at the sight of the two young women kissing and fondling each other. It seemed that both girls were actually enjoying themselves, enjoying what the other was doing to them.
Then it switched to another vignette. This one showed a Latin looking woman taking on five well-hung black men. Paula switched back to the menu and reverted back to Asian.
