Once back at her little garage, she lowered the Beetle and had Charlotte pop the hood. Both of the battery cables were loose, and one wasn’t even touching the battery. There was some other loose wiring, but it only took her a few minutes to get everything straightened up.
“There you go. Whoever installed your battery or mucked with it last probably just didn’t tighten everything up enough. You should be good to go.”
“Excellent! How much do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it. You were literally on my way home, and it took me all of two minutes to fix everything.”
“Thank you. You are SO wonderful!” She paused. “Man, it is really beginning to pour out there!”
She was right. The rain had turned it up a notch. Rose half expected an ark laden with two of every animal to come drifting into view.
“Listen, if you want to hang out for a bit until this calms down, you’re welcome to. We could just chill . . .”
“Great. I’d love to! Just let me call my folks and let ’em know I’m running late. Yes, I still live with my parents. But I got to move into the pool house, so at least I have SOME privacy.” She pulled out her cell phone and wandered towards the house. Rose enjoyed watching her butt move. She was wearing a fairly short skirt that didn’t even make it halfway to her knees. “O. k. Thanks again for the offer. My mom said that a lot of the roads are flooded anyway, so she’d rather I wait it out.”
“Cool,” said Rose, trying to sound nonchalant. Privately, she was thinking how weird it was. Just a week ago, she had masturbated while thinking of this girl, now here she was. She led Charlotte into the house. Charlotte looked perplexed by the lack of furnishings. Rose tried to put her at ease. “This is my gym. And sometimes my office. I live downstairs.”
“Downstairs?”
“Check this out. I think it’s cool.” Rose opened the door to what Charlotte thought was a closet and revealed a winding staircase. They descended into the basement, which was a little less sparse. Rose had a huge, king-sized bed that wasn’t made. The comforter was black, while the sheets were red satin. She had a plush red sofa, a large comfortable looking rug (with a picture of the signs of the zodiac on it) covering the concrete floor, and various other accoutrements one might expect.
“I love your house!” Charlotte practically shouted. “Or should I say your lair!” She grinned. Rose smiled back. Smiling felt strange to Rose. She didn’t remember doing that much of it for a while.
The two girls talked for hours. Charlotte talked about her university experiences thusfar, her courses, her soccer stories, and her dreams of becoming a doctor. Rose talked about the history of the house, her business ambitions, her workout routines, and some unusual things she had found under the hoods of cars she had towed. There seemed to be no end to the amount of laughter the blonde girl could produce. And the fact that she leaned forward and put her sizeable tits on display whenever she was listening intently didn’t hurt matters either.
Unfortunately, the rain died down noticeably. Charlotte looked up the stairs. “Well . . . I guess I’d better get going while I’ve got a break in the weather.” She sounded a little disappointed.
“Yeah. Listen, it was great talking with you again.” And she meant it. Her isolation was mostly self-imposed, but she found it was nice to have at least one person to talk to.
“Hey, mind if I drop by again? I’m not doing summer school, so I’ve got some time to kill. If you’re not too busy.”
“No, that’d be great. I work evenings next week, but I start a month of morning shifts the week after. Besides that, I’ll be around.” Rose escorted Charlotte up to her car, and waved pensively as she drove away. Rose wondered if she would actually see the other girl again. She went inside and pleasured herself, all the while thinking of a blonde-haired girl with pigtails.
She didn’t have to worry. Charlotte dropped by several times a week for several weeks. Rose still enjoyed her quiet moments alone, but her friend’s visits gave her life a little sense of balance. And with the weather warming up, Charlotte’s clothing was getting smaller. The girl seemed to enjoy short shorts and skirts, as well as tight, low-cut shirts and blouses. Sometimes they would go out for dinner, sometime they would eat in. Rose showed Charlotte how to hit the punching bag without breaking her wrist and Charlotte brought tapes of some of her team’s away games. And after every visit, Rose would go back to her room, break out one of her many sex toys, and masturbate to images of Charlotte.
One evening, Charlotte was over and had been there for a while. It had started raining again, giving the two unlikely friends more time to talk. Rose was sitting on the sofa drinking hot chocolate when Charlotte sat down fairly close to her and propped her legs up on Rose’s knees. Rose finally worked up the nerve to say something she’d meant to say years ago.
“Hey. Got a question for you. Remember when I got kicked off the team back in high school?”
“Yeah.” Rose noted some disdain in her voice.
“Well, I heard you actually stood up for me.”
“Fat lot of good it did. What a bunch of narrow-minded . . .”
“It was nice that you tried, though.”
Charlotte stood up. “I didn’t do what I should have done.” She put her cup on the counter and wandered into the bathroom.
“What do you mean?”
“It’s easy to stand up for what’s right after the fact if you’re not really risking anything. They gave you the boot because you’re gay, right?”
“Yeah. And for having sex with a teacher, but . . .” It was strange hearing it said out loud.
“Well, I should have told them if they kicked you off for being a lesbian, they needed to kick me off too.”
Rose froze. Her cup was at her lips, and she found herself staring blankly forward. “Come again?”
“Well actually, I haven’t cum the first time, but we’ll see how this goes.” Charlotte came out of the bathroom clad only in a shirt, which was unbuttoned all the way. Rose could see the inside of her cleavage bouncing between the gap in the cloth, as well as her neatly trimmed pubic region. “You see,” she continued, “after hearing about you and the teacher and after you got kicked off the squad, I stuck up for you because I was hoping they might accept me too. If I came out of the closet, I mean.”
“You’re serious? You? Gay?”
“I guessed you hadn’t figured that out yet. That’s why I decided to make the first move. I figured you had to be at partially interested, the way you’re staring at my tits all the time. I just want you to know before you say anything that I’ll be crushed but understanding if you turn me down . . .”
Initially, Rose wasn’t sure if this was all a joke or a dream or what, but she was face to pelvis with a girl she had fantasized about, and she had made up her mind already. When Charlotte got close enough, Rose leaned forward, reached under the other girl’s shirt and grabbed both of her wonderful, round butt cheeks. Charlotte’s skin lit up with goose bumps almost instantly.
“So, you’re not saying no then?”
Rose looked up and saw genuine worry disappearing from Charlotte’s face. “I wouldn’t worry about that if I were you.” She pulled the girl forward so that Charlotte was standing on the sofa, her moist sex just inches from Rose’s face. Rose lifted her head a bit and began to lick.
She wasn’t sure how many partners Charlotte had been with, because the blonde girl was reacting to the most basic of Rose’s oral skills. She started by just flicking the different parts of Charlotte’s nether region at random spots, seeing what was the most sensitive. She darted in the direction of her asshole a few times, which made Charlotte freeze-up noticeably. Not everyone was into that sort of thing, which Rose respected. Besides, she had plenty of other delicious spots to work with. She buried her face in Charlotte’s crotch, pushing her tongue as deep in as it could go. For her part, the other girl was beginning to grind her pussy as hard as possible against Rose’s face. Rose brought her fingers into play, sticking two of them into Charlotte’s pussy while rubbing her clit with the thumb. Charlotte was also becoming painfully aware of the tightness of her jeans and the quickly growing dampness of her crotch. She struggled with the buttons with her free hand, determined not to divert any more attention than necessary from the task at her lips. Finally she was able to fit her hand and start fingering herself, relieving some of the pressure.