Multiple Units #105

"Your girl, huh?" Theresa asked, preparing to shovel the dessert into her mouth.

"That just sounded wrong, didn't it?" Chelsea gave a nervous giggle.

For the next few minutes, the only sound was spoons scraping ceramic as Chelsea and Theresa ate. Finally, Theresa stood, grabbing her bowl and Chelsea's bowl. Just before turning to bring the bowls to the kitchen, Theresa gave Chelsea a quick kiss to her cheek.

"You really are the best," Theresa declared.

"Then why do I feel like the world's biggest loser?" Chelsea wanted to ask.

Instead, Chelsea found a knurl in the grain of the wood to be extremely interesting. She just stared at that knurl, that twist and swirl in the otherwise straight grain of the highly polished wood.

The clang and rattle of their very noisy dishwasher starting the first cycle of the fifty two minute wash did break Chelsea out of her intense scrutiny of that one anomaly. She smiled as Theresa sat and picked up the deck of cards. She watched as Theresa rapidly shuffled the cards.

"No more booray; my ego's too big to take another beating," Theresa announced. "You're going to learn five card draw."

"Five card, what's that?" Chelsea asked.

"Poker," Theresa said.

"No, poker's with seven cards, right?" Chelsea asked.

"Yeah, if we're playing that what is that, that Poker Tournament stuff," Theresa agreed. "But that's too hard."

They played a few practice hands and Chelsea grasped the basics of five cards, discarding what she didn't want, getting new cards. She smiled and nodded when Theresa asked if she was ready to play for real.

"Okay, red threes and black fives are wild," Theresa announced as she slapped the cards onto the table.

"Okay," Chelsea said, seeing a black five and a red three in her hand, as well as two queens.

"What you want?" Theresa said.

"One," Chelsea tittered, discarding her ten of clubs.

"And dealer takes three," Theresa said. "Quit, I'm not going to play with you if you keep that up."

"Okay, what we do now? I mean, I can't up the ante, can I?" Chelsea giggled.

"No, we just lay the cards down since we're not betting on anything," Theresa laughed. "Quit it, Chelsea, I swear!"

"Five queens," Chelsea said, laying down her three queens and one red three and one black five.

"I hate you," Theresa groused and shuffled the cards again. "Nothing wild and you play what you get."

"Okay," Chelsea agreed, seeing three fours and two queens.

"Chelsea, you win again, I'm going punch you," Theresa warned, even balling up her small fist.

"What? After lasagna and dessert?" Chelsea protested. "Uh, think you better kiss me."

"Oh my God, why did I say that?" Chelsea screamed at herself.

"Uh huh, we'll just see about that," Theresa said, laying down her two pairs, fives and aces. "Think you need to kiss me, huh?"

"Oh, aces. That beats queens, doesn't it?" Chelsea asked, laying down her full house.

"I quit," Theresa said, pushing away from the table.

She stomped around the table and approached Chelsea. Chelsea looked up into Theresa's blue eyes.

"Pucker up, shark," Theresa demanded.

"Mm," Chelsea mugged, pursing her lips.

Theresa grabbed Chelsea's head in her hands, brought her face down and gave Chelsea a soft kiss. Theresa squeezed Chelsea's head to her torso and then gave Chelsea a second kiss on her lips.

"Now, I'm taking a nice long bath," Theresa announced.

"Oh! I got some bath salts in there," Chelsea offered.

"Bath what?" Theresa asked. "That stuff people been snorting?"

"Been what?" Chelsea asked, shocked. "No, no, it's, I got cucumber melon, um, Tropical Breeze, um vanilla; come on, I'll show you."

In the small bathroom, Chelsea squatted down and showed Theresa the bath salt bags in the small vanity cabinet. Theresa dropped her panties to the bathroom floor and squatted down to peer at the selection.

"And, how much you use?" Theresa asked.

Chelsea tore her eyes from Theresa's splayed pussy lips, tore her eyes from the soft pink petals of Theresa's pussy and looked at the bags of bath salts. She pulled out the Tropical Breeze and showed Theresa the back, where the manufacturer had printed the instructions.

"Mm, this one's nice," Theresa cooed, smelling the vanilla.

"Yeah, clay hated when I'd use that one," Chelsea giggled. "Said it always smelled like someone was baking a cake, made him all hungry."

"Clay's not here, is he?" Theresa asked, standing with the bag in her hand.

Chelsea looked at Theresa's round buttocks as the blonde bent to twist the tap for the tub. She could see the girl's blonde tuft of pubic hair, the pink lips, and nestled in a sweet valley, Theresa's light brown anus. Chelsea used the sink to pull herself upright.

"You want, I'll get my candle; you can just kind of lay here in the dark, just relax," Chelsea offered.

"Oh! That would be so cool!" Theresa smiled happily as she sprinkled the vanilla bath salts into the rumbling water. "Oh, yeah, it does kind of smell like a cake, don't it?"

Chelsea felt flushed as she left the small room. In their bedroom, she took a few breaths and found her candle and disposable lighter.

"And..." Chelsea said, lighting the candle.

"Thanks," Theresa called out as Chelsea closed the bathroom door.

"Oh my God, what? What is wrong with you?" Chelsea screamed inside of her head as she ducked into the other bathroom.

Pulling her sticky panties away from her drooling slit caused a mild orgasm to ripple through Chelsea. Running her fingers over her bald slit caused Chelsea to grunt loudly and nearly sink to the floor in orgasm.

"What. Is. Wrong. With. You?" Chelsea's mind was screaming as she again rubbed herself to orgasm.

"That does smell like a cake," Theresa giggled, coming out of the bathroom forty minutes later, wrapped in one of her towels.

"Mm hmm," Chelsea agreed, feeling around herself on the bed.

"See?" Theresa said, sticking her forearm under Chelsea's nose.

"Ow!" Theresa squealed then laughed as Chelsea bit down on Theresa's arm.

"Mm hmm, good enough to eat," Chelsea agreed, then twisted and kissed Theresa's lips.

"I uh, you, you ever, you know, with a girl?" Theresa shyly asked after a long moment.

Chelsea did not verbally answer Theresa's question. She just leaned over and kissed Theresa's pouting lips again. Then she reached and cupped Theresa's beautiful face in her hands and kissed Theresa's lips a third time.

Sucking Theresa's bottom lip into her mouth, Chelsea reached up and undid the simple tuck that barely held the towel around Theresa's torso. Theresa's large breasts spilled out and Chelsea reached out and fondled Theresa's breasts. She released Theresa's bottom lip and gently kissed Theresa's lips again.

"Mm," Theresa cooed, opening her mouth.

Chelsea gently pushed her tongue into Theresa's mouth. Theresa sucked on Chelsea's tongue while pushing the hem of Chelsea's nylon shift up. She shivered as Chelsea's thumbs rubbed over her hard nipples.

Chelsea gently pulled her lips from Theresa's lips, then bent her head and kissed Theresa's soft throat. Her fingers continued to gently rub over Theresa's hard nipples as she kissed along Theresa's shoulder.

Theresa managed to get the shift bunched up just underneath Chelsea's throat. She shivered; Chelsea's soft lips were sending delicious sensations throughout her body as Chelsea gently kissed her flesh.

"Oh, oh yes," Chelsea sighed when Theresa's hands cupped Chelsea's breasts.

"Mm, oh yes," Chelsea sighed as Theresa's hot mouth encircled Chelsea's left nipple.

"Mm, oh, Chelsea!" Theresa grunted as Chelsea licked down over Theresa's left breast to Theresa's tightly constricted areole.

"Mm, oh," Theresa sighed as Chelsea sucked Theresa's nipple into her mouth.

Theresa continued to suck on Chelsea's nipple while her other hand massaged Chelsea's breast. Chelsea lightly bit down on Theresa's hard nipple and pulled her head back, stretching Theresa's large breast away from Theresa's ribcage.

"Mm, oh Theresa, oh!" Chelsea moaned as Theresa's hand left Chelsea's breast and found Chelsea's bare pussy.

Theresa ran her fingers over Chelsea's bald mound, middle finger dragging over Chelsea's puffy inner lips. Chelsea released Theresa's nipple and lay back against her pillows. Her head was swimming; so many feelings and emotions were swirling and colliding with one another.

Chelsea could not believe how emboldened she'd been; when Theresa stuck her arm under Chelsea's nose, Chelsea did not even process the thought. She just bit down on Theresa's soft flesh. The contact of her teeth with Theresa's arm had sent an electric jolt from Chelsea's teeth to her pussy.

Chelsea's pussy had already felt like a swamp when Chelsea pulled her shift on over her head. She'd tried to find a pair of plain cotton briefs; the nylon panties that matched this shift did not absorb her excitement. Unable to find any suitable panties, Chelsea had laid back, feeling around for the nylon panties when Theresa had entered their bedroom.

That simple bite had led to soft, tender, intimate kisses. Chelsea's breath had been caught in her throat; supposed Theresa rejected Chelsea's kisses. Supposed Theresa screamed and pushed Chelsea away, supposed Theresa struck Chelsea.

The breath had left Chelsea's lungs when Theresa returned Chelsea's kiss. Theresa returned Chelsea's kiss and had given Chelsea a kiss just as intimate as Chelsea's kiss had been.

"I'm not, I can't be, I'm gay," Chelsea's brain argued.

Chelsea pulled her breast from Theresa's mouth and hefted the shift up and off. She then rolled to her side and embraced Theresa. Their breasts mashed together as Theresa wrapped her arms around Chelsea. Their lips mashed together in a passionate kiss before both girls opened their mouths and thrust their tongues into each other's mouths.

Chelsea became even more aggressive and forced Theresa onto her back. Chelsea lay on top of Theresa, pinning Theresa to the mattress. Theresa spread her legs and Chelsea lay between Theresa's splayed legs.

"Mm, oh God," Chelsea and Theresa moaned as Chelsea ground her crotch firmly against Theresa's thicket of blonde curls.

"I'm going to, I've never, I'm going to..." Chelsea whispered, kissing Theresa's throat again.

"Mm, okay," Theresa panted as Chelsea's lips sent delicious tremors through her body.

Chelsea wiggled down and hefted Theresa's large breasts in her small hands. Chelsea squeezed Theresa's breasts together and flicked her tongue back and forth over Theresa's nipples. Theresa brought her hands up and combed them lovingly through Chelsea's long brown hair.

"Mm, you've got such pretty titties," Chelsea murmured and sucked one, then the other nipple.

"Like yours better; wish mine weren't so damned big," Theresa moaned as Chelsea delivered several small love bites to her breasts and nipples.

"Hush; they're beautiful," Chelsea argued.

Mm, oh God," Theresa moaned as Chelsea wiggled down and nipped and nibbled along the undersides of Theresa's large breasts.

Chelsea lightly ran her fingers along Theresa's ribs and belly as she continued to wiggle downward. She couldn't help but think that the bath salts really did smell like a yellow cake.

"Are you, you're not, you're going to put your mouth on another girl's pussy?" Chelsea argued with herself as her mouth and fingers reached the beginnings of Theresa's pubic hair.

"God, smell her," Chelsea told that part of her mind, the part that was scandalized at her homosexual thoughts and behavior.

Theresa's pussy had a musky, fragrant aroma. To Chelsea's nostrils, Theresa's slit smelled of sweat. It was not a heavy aroma, it was not unpleasant.

"Mm, oh yes, oh my God yes," Chelsea's mind screamed as her tongue tasted another woman's pussy for the first time.

Theresa let out a long moan as Chelsea's tongue lapped along her slit. Theresa reached her hands up and began to tug and pull at her own nipples.

"Oh dear God," Chelsea gave herself another chastising as she thrust her tongue into Theresa's opening, trying to gather more of Theresa's delicious essences onto her tongue. "Look at you; you're acting so disgusting, so vulgar."

"God, this, she tastes to, I am. I am gay," Chelsea retorted as she thrust two fingers into Theresa's pussy.

"Oh God, Chelsea, I'm, I'm going to..." Theresa panted, body beginning to shake.

"Yes, Baby, yes, come for me," Chelsea thought as she pulled Theresa's clitoris into her mouth.

"Augh, ack, oh my fucking God!" Theresa cried out and shook in violent orgasm.

Chelsea felt her face become wet when Theresa's orgasm came. She released Theresa's clitoris and lapped feverishly up and down Theresa's slit, tasting Theresa's climax.

"Oh, oh Chelsea, oh my God," Theresa panted.

Chelsea wiggled her legs up underneath herself and pulled herself onto her knees. She again brought her lips to Theresa's fat clitoris and gave the nub a 'brrp!' kiss.

"Augh, oh Chelsea!" Theresa cried out.

While Theresa shook in her second orgasm, Chelsea brought her hand down to her own dripping pussy. While she'd been lapping at Theresa's slit, her bald mound had been rubbing deliciously against the smooth texture of the polyester bedspread. The friction had not been enough to bring Chelsea to the crest, but had been enough to keep Chelsea right at the precipice.

Now, while she licked Theresa's lips, tasting her, Chelsea's fingers rubbed insistently at her own clitoris.

"Augh, oh yes, oh yes, God!" Chelsea cried out in orgasm as Theresa's own orgasm racked Theresa's body.

Chelsea again wiggled forward and kissed Theresa's heaving belly. She wiggled forward again and kissed Theresa's breasts. Then Chelsea brought her crotch down and again mashed her crotch firmly against Theresa's crotch.

"Have you ever, you ever been with another girl?" Theresa panted as Chelsea's lips came down toward Theresa's lips.

"No; you, you're the first," Chelsea admitted and kissed Theresa's lips.

"God, I, I never even thought about..." Chelsea confessed, sucking Theresa's pretty lips into her mouth.

"You?" Chelsea asked, releasing Theresa's lips.

"No. I mean, Chelsea, look at me," Theresa said, indicating her body with a wave of her hand. "Most girls? Hate me. They all think I'm some kind of slut or something; I'm going steal their boyfriends or something."

Theresa grabbed Chelsea's face and kissed Chelsea firmly on the lips. She then thrust her tongue into Chelsea's mouth.

"I mean, you, you're the first girl I even ever thought was my friend," Theresa said quietly.

"That, this, this doesn't change that, Theresa," Chelsea said, holding Theresa's face and looking deeply into Theresa's beautiful blue eyes. "I am. I am your friend."

"Good," Theresa said and grabbed Chelsea in a tight embrace.

The two girls kissed again. Theresa then rolled, putting Chelsea on her back, Theresa on top. Theresa kissed Chelsea softly, then more aggressively.

"MM, oh!" Chelsea moaned out as Theresa bent her head and took Chelsea's left nipple into her mouth.

"Your nips are so long," Theresa commented, then waggled her tongue over the nub. "They're pretty."

Theresa wiggled down and kissed Chelsea's belly. She delved her tongue into Chelsea's navel, then gave Chelsea's belly a noisy 'brrp!'

"Quit!" Chelsea giggled, lightly pushing Theresa's head. "Goofball."

Theresa brought her mouth down and kissed all around Chelsea's bald mound. She placed her whole mouth over Chelsea's mound and lightly sucked on Chelsea's flesh.

"Mm, oh, Theresa!" Chelsea crooned as Theresa tried to force her tongue into Chelsea's folds.

Theresa used her thumbs to pull Chelsea's lips open. She delved her tongue into Chelsea, licking along Chelsea's walls.

"Mm, augh, oh God," Chelsea cried out when Theresa's tongue swiped her clitoris.

"Augh!" Chelsea barked as Theresa shoved two fingers into Chelsea's pussy.

Theresa fingered Chelsea's pussy while licking up and down Chelsea's lips. Theresa curled her fingers, seeking out Chelsea's g-spot. Pressing hard against the spongy flesh, Theresa then lightly nipped at Chelsea's clitoris.

"Aieegh, augh, oh God!" Chelsea cried out, bucking wildly in orgasm.

Theresa fingered and sucked Chelsea to one more orgasm before Chelsea weakly pushed Theresa away. Theresa wiggled up and the two women embraced.

"I, that, I've never, Jesus! I thought I was going pass out!" Chelsea gasped.

Theresa combed her fingers through Chelsea's hair, smiling at Chelsea. Then she softly kissed Chelsea's lips.

Waking up, nude body to nude body made Chelsea blush hotly. She smiled and gave Theresa a kiss, then lightly pushed Theresa away.

"You like poached eggs?" Chelsea asked, pulling her nylon shift on over her head.

"Yeah," Theresa laughed happily.

"What you laughing about?" Chelsea asked, pulling her slippers onto her feet.

"I'm happy!" Theresa whooped. "I'm happy! And when I'm happy, I laugh. That okay?"

"Yeah!" Chelsea agreed.

Babette noticed Chelsea's happy, bubbly mood and smiled, shaking her head. Matt Lyles, the young man that had the station next to Theresa did not notice Theresa's happy mood. Matt was hung over, was craving a drink or six.

"What we got for lunch?" Theresa asked Chelsea as they sat together.

"Peanut butter and, oh, I got you that strawberry jam you wanted," Chelsea said.

"And that's why I love you," Theresa smiled, digging out her thick sandwich.

"I got to use up the last of the ground beef; you like sloppy joes?" Chelsea asked, nibbling on her peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich.

"No! You're kidding? I, they the best," Theresa enthused.

"So we stop off by Burns on the way home, get some buns," Chelsea said.

"Yeah. Someone drank up all my diet Coke," Theresa agreed.

"Hey, nuh uh, I hate that stuff," Chelsea argued.

"I said 'someone.' I didn't say who," Theresa smiled.

"Uh, would that someone's name happen to be uh, oh, I don't know, uh maybe Theresa?" Chelsea asked and the two roommates giggled.

"Can we get some chips or something? I need some salt," Theresa asked as they finished their lunch.

"Someone's little visitor coming?" Chelsea guessed.

"God, can already feel the cramps," Theresa admitted.

"God, me too," Chelsea agreed.

Three months into Chelsea and Theresa's tenancy at Venice Apartments, Leslie, the woman in Apartment #104 let it slip that she had given Keisha, the apartment manager her thirty day notice. Theresa walked into Apartment 105 and told Chelsea that Leslie was moving out.

"And we, we'd save almost two hundred a month," Chelsea agreed.

Theresa got Harris's mother's phone number from her mother. She called and politely asked when Harris planned on getting his bed and his desk from his room.

"What you mean? Why he needs come get that? He's paying y'all rent," Mrs. Philips snapped.

"He's what? Oh, no ma'am, he is not," Theresa said.

Chelsea looked up how to file a small claims case and quickly filed. She and Theresa then locked in Apartment #104 with Keisha.

Mouton Prejean versus Philips," the bailiff called out.

"Good morning," Judge Marie Robichaux said as two women and a surly young man and an older woman approached the table. "Be seated."

Theresa and Chelsea looked at one another, communicating silently. Theresa nodded her head and faced the horse faced woman.

"Your Honor," Theresa said. "Me and Chelsea, Ms. Mouton and me, we rented an apartment with Mr. Philips; here's our lease right here and as you can see, we all signed it. A couple days after we moved there, he just up and moved out and..."

"Just up and move out? Y'all made it impossible keep living there," Harris yelled at Theresa.

"Mr. Philips," Marie snapped, slapping the pad with her gavel. "You will have your turn."

Theresa stated their case; they'd rented a two bedroom apartment with Harris Philips; he'd put nothing down on the cable deposit, or the utilities deposit. When Harris again interrupted to claim that he certainly had paid one third of those bills, Chelsea and Theresa produced bank statements and receipts that showed that they'd each paid one half of each item listed. Harris had no receipts or any bank statements showing any proof of payment.