*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned.
Also, this story has been written using Cajun dialect. If this style of speech displeases you? Aw then Cher, what you do, is you hit that backspace key yeah. That you don't got read it no.
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After Jimmy, Wanda, and Cindy returned from their honeymoon to their small DeGarde apartment, Jimmy began making plans for the safety of himself, Cindy, and Wanda. St. Elizabeth's Public Library was woefully limited in research material; Jimmy almost wondered if he'd have to go to either Lafayette or Baton Rouge to do a better job of researching.
Then he happened upon a solitary Yellow Pages phone book that someone had obviously donated to the library. He did not hold out much hope as he scribbled down the few phone numbers he found; the book was twelve years old.
"Gold Standard Real Estate," a pleasant sounding woman chirped.
"Oh. So y'all are still open," Jimmy said.
"Yeah, don't close until six," the woman said, sounding slightly confused.
"No, no, last two numbers; they done up and gone out of business," Jimmy smiled.
"Where you from?" the woman asked, intrigued.
"DeGarde, Louisiana," Jimmy smiled. "Don't worry you ain't never heard of it. Ain't no one here ever heard of Garland County neither."
"People here have never heard of Garland County," the woman agreed.
The agent took down Jimmy's information, promised him she'd do some checking, then she'd call him back. After hanging up the telephone, Gail Severn squealed, jumped up and did a little dance around her desk.
After catching her breath, Gail checked the MLS listings that had come from the Salt Lake City office. She did not need to check against her own receipts; she'd not made a sale in three weeks.
"Mr. Falgout? Hi, Gail Severn, Gold Standard Real Estate? We spoke yesterday?" Gail chirped.
Jimmy smirked; Gail and Guy both seemed to converse in questions? Which was fairly annoying? Since he'd only have to deal with Gail for a short while, he'd tolerate it?
"Yes ma'am, that is correct; five thousand acres," Jimmy stated. "And ma'am? Could you recommend at least five contractors? Want to get a few bids."
"You, all five thousand? You are going to buy all five thousand?" Gail double-checked.
She nearly fainted when she deduced that her commission would equal thirty three thousand dollars. When the cashier's check from DeGarde National Bank arrived, two days later via U.S. Air Mail, Gail did feel somewhat light-headed. Three days later, she received the paperwork and James Alton Falgout was the proud owner of five thousand acres of land just south of I-70.
Wanda shed no tears as she told her parents that they were moving to Garland County, Utah. Cindy would have shed tears if it had been just Jimmy and Wanda moving, but she was moving with them.
Through Gail, Jimmy rented a two bedroom apartment and let Cindy and Wanda furnish the apartment. After surveying what he had actually bought, Jimmy smiled and nodded in approval. There was one road in, one road out and that road ran alongside the western border of his new property. It was secluded and private.
Gail's Jeep had been used in the Korean Police Action and even that sturdy vehicle had some trouble negotiating the terrain. But Jimmy saw what he was looking for, nearly in the center of his property.
Three of the contractors saw the proposed building site and declined. One decided he'd have to tack on additional charges just for travel time. A sixth contractor, Curtis Construction, came up from Raquel Falls, Colorado, looked at the site, looked at the rough sketches Jimmy had drawn up and gave Jimmy a reasonable price.
"Eighty by one hundred? Thirty foot ceiling? Okay, but uh, Mr. Falgout, most barns don't have finished concrete floors," Lyle Curtis said.
"Not going be a barn, but glad you brought that up; need barn doors for the east wall," Jimmy smiled.
During construction of their home, Wanda and Cindy were frequent visitors and made plans for furnishing the home itself.
"What we needing six bedrooms for?" Wanda did broach one day, her bulky orthodontic braces making her speech slightly stilted.
"Go with the six bathrooms," Jimmy smiled.
"And what that building is?" Wanda asked, pointing to the large eighty by one hundred structure.
"You and Cindy going start earning your keep," Jimmy said.
"Oh!" Cindy grunted, feeling her pussy get wet.
"Know what he meaning?" Wanda asked Cindy.
"Uh huh; you going love it yeah," Cindy assured her best friend.
After a final walk-through, Lyle and Jimmy shook hands. Then Jimmy handed Lyle an envelope with twenty crisp one hundred dollar bills inside. Lyle then walked around, splitting the tip with his men.
Cindy and Wanda then excitedly called the furniture store and arranged the delivery of their many purchases. Then both girls pestered Jimmy until Jimmy threatened to lock them both in the small apartment bathroom.
The next morning, Cindy and Wanda woke Jimmy and made him drive them to the house, even though the furniture was not scheduled to be delivered for another four hours.
"They're here! They're here!" Cindy screamed as the first truck turned onto their long driveway.
The six men were sullen as they began the task of unloading the three trucks. Finally Jimmy waved the foreman over.
"Know what?" Jimmy told the large man. "Each minute I'm seeing y'all all frowning and shit? Another dollar coming off your tip. Yeah we out in middle of nowhere; that was on the paperwork, huh? Don't want do your job, don't. But quit making my girls feel bad, huh?"
"Heard him," the Forman yelled at the five men. "Smile like you like it."
Jimmy saw the four hundred dollar tip as a worthwhile investment as Cindy and Wanda now bounded happily from room to room, oohing and aahing over each room's décor.
The UPS driver showed up two days after the furniture and accepted Jimmy's offer of help as they unloaded the truck into the eighty by one hundred structure. The next day, the same driver showed up with more boxes and again accepted the offered help. The gangly young man smiled and clumsily flirted with Cindy when the two girls also helped unload the truck.
"Now, what all this is?" Wanda asked.
"'Bout burn up out there; it all cold in here," Cindy complained.
"This is our studio," Jimmy explained.
"Studio?" Wanda asked, then ran her tongue over her braces.
"And this, all these? These our cameras," Jimmy said.
Jimmy taught both Wanda and Cindy how to use the cameras. He had them practice on simple things first. Then he dollied one of the cameras outside and had the girls shoot outdoor scenery
Wanda giggled. While Cindy was focusing on an expanse of sand and rock formations, she kept rubbing her thighs together. Her left hand kept drifting down to her crotch, kept rubbing her crotch through her denim cutoffs.
"Hush you," Cindy giggled.
"Perfect, that's perfect," Jimmy said as he reviewed the long shots of barren scenery.
"Boring," Wanda declared, actually yawning.
That evening, the trio sat in their large, formal dining room. They could have used the kitchen table, but Wanda wanted to use the formal dining table.
"Hey, Cindy, you and Wanda, y'all ever kiss?" Jimmy asked as they ate their dinner at the heavy table.
"I uh, yeah, been a while," Wanda answered for the two of them, blushing hotly.
"Y'all ever touch each other?" Jimmy now asked Wanda.
"I uh, yeah, uh, after uh, looking at her daddy's magazines," Cindy answered.
After dinner, after playing Yahtzee with his wife and his sister, Jimmy told them both to be ready to start shooting before seven o'clock the next morning.
"What, what we shooting?" Wanda asked as she and her husband walked down the hall to their bedroom.
"We going make a video, of you and Cindy kissing, touching each other yeah," Jimmy told her.
"We, You mean like them you done with Cindy? I ain't doing that," Wanda protested.
Jimmy kissed Wanda softly. He hugged her. She looked up into his eyes, then looked away.
"Okay, I do it," she whispered.
'Camp Fire Lezzies' took two days to shoot. Jimmy had them shooting outdoors early in the morning, before the sun got too hot. Then when it was too hot outside, he moved Wanda and Cindy inside the cold studio.
The first few moments of kissing and touching Cindy in front of her husband, in front of the camera, Wanda blushed horribly. Jimmy stopped the taping, but did not tell Wanda or Cindy that he had stopped taping. He just let them work together, let them recite their lines that he'd written out on large cue cards.
Then when Wanda quit looking over at the camera, when her blush receded, Jimmy did yell, "Cut! Okay, let's try that again. Remember, you two are best friends. You're out, camping. It's the summer between graduating high school and going off to college. Cindy, you've been attracted to Wanda for as long as you can remember. But now? Now you're about to go off to college. You might not ever see her again. So, it's now or never to tell her how you feel. Wanda? You, you're surprised. And you're so happy, because you been feeling the same way. Okay, clothes are on again, and... Action!"
Jimmy also did one scene outdoors at night. During that shoot, he also had a camera taping a continuous loop of the landscape at night.
Both Cindy and Wanda were amazed when they began the shoot indoors. Jimmy had a projector shooting the barren landscape onto a screen. He also had a sand colored rug on the concrete floor. To the camera's lens, the two girls were still outdoors as they continued to kiss each other, touch each other's breasts and pussies.
Then, after he had nearly three hours of footage on seven different tapes, Jimmy had Cindy narrate over the final edit.
"We went away to college; me on the east coast and my beautiful blonde girlfriend to the west coast. I thought that would be the end of our story. But after almost one year, she called me and asked if we could go camping again. My pussy got wet just thinking about it. We got together and made love under the stars again. The next year, she sent me an invitation to her wedding. And she called and said we should go camping before her marriage. It was thirty years ago, the first time I told her that I loved her. Every year, for just a few glorious nights, we go camping and make love under the stars. It's just us girls. No husbands, no kids, just her and I," Cindy read aloud.
"God, Jimmy, that's beautiful!" Cindy sniffled.
In the living room of the home, the three sat and watched 'Camp Fire Lezzies.' During the viewing, both Cindy and Wanda were silent.
(Both would unconsciously rub themselves as they watched. Then Jimmy would look over and they'd blush hotly and cease rubbing their crotches through their denim shorts.)
After the credits rolled, Wanda looked at Jimmy.
"So what we do now?" Wanda asked.
"Now? We send it out," Jimmy said. "Guy didn't want give me his distributor's name, but Jerome gave it to me."
