Chapter Three:

| Hollis |

It wasn’t until three A.M the next morning when Hollis quietly snuck through the front door, being mindful of the creaking as she entered. Nina’s cream colored Volkswagen Beetle was parked in the driveway, letting her know Dalton wasn’t alone.

Neither was she.

“Take my hand,” she whispered to the strung out freckled girl behind her. Giggling softly, Mandy complied almost immediately and allowed Hollis to lead the way through the dark living room and up a set of carpeted stairs. They’d met quite accidentally at a local rock event playing at Chelsea’s Sports Bar not far from Hollis’ house. Mandy had mistaken Hollis for a friend of hers when she jumped on her back gleefully, catching the tall blonde woman off guard. Neither girl felt disappointed once the confusion had been cleared up and they were properly introduced. After a few hours of drinking and pill popping, Hollis didn’t feel comfortable with Mandy wandering around aimlessly in that state. Since she didn’t seem to want to tell her which way home was, Hollis insisted she come back with her for the evening to sober up. After the recent romp with Asia, sex was the furthest thing from Hollis’ mind...that is, until Mandy started squeezing her jean clad thigh seductively during the drive back to her place. Resisting was futile. Once the idea had been put into her head, she couldn’t shake the urge to antagonize the situation.

Nobody would be going to bed horny tonight!

“My rooms right here.” Hollis quickly threw it open, pulling freckled Mandy along. Glancing over her shoulder, she grinned mischievously at the strange chick. She really was cute. Around 5’4 with electric blue bedroom eyes, and a chin length black bob complete with baby bangs. The tan crop top she wore left little to the imagination, making Hollis want to tear off the matching micro mini skirt she was sporting so bad, it made her fingers itch.

“I know you want me.” Mandy laughed flirtatiously, throwing herself into Hollis’ arms sloppily. Straddling her hostesses’ thigh, she began grinding her hips slowly against the denim surface. Hollis felt the dampness of the woman’s pussy seeping through the material of her jeans, and began kissing along the nape of Mandy’s neck. After reaching her multi-pierced ear, she whispered softly.

“I do, but just for tonight. Tomorrow it’ll be like nothing ever happened...you good with that?” She bit along the silver hoops, and Mandy gasped in ecstasy. Hollis knew the girl was fucked out of her mind, but she wouldn’t have felt right leading her on regardless.

“Mmmm sure baby, just show me what you can do.” The raven haired vixen quickly discarded her clothing and watched Hollis follow suit eagerly. With searching tongues intertwined, the frenzied pair tumbled to the queen sized water bed blindly.

“Ooohhhh....yes....” Mandy moaned into Hollis’ mouth as she felt fingers stroke along her swollen breasts. Despite her promiscuous nature, Hollis was an affectionate and gentle lover. She squeezed the supple tits sensually, rolling the candy pink nipples between her fingers teasingly.

“Am I going too hard?” She asked sincerely, smiling with satisfaction when Mandy bit her lip to suppress a loud groan.

“No...no, it’s perfect. Touch me, baby. Right here.” She brought Hollis’ strong hand to her pulsating womanhood and let out a cute little yelp as a finger eased smoothly inside. Hollis would’ve preferred to use her strap, but that didn’t seem to be where this was going. Mandy was surprisingly tight, and the last thing Hollis aimed to do was hurt anyone she fucked.

“Yeah? You like that, huh?” Hollis’ smile broadened as she stuffed another finger inside the other woman’s blossoming rose, and quickly covered her mouth when Mandy started to squeal in delight. She didn’t need Dalton or his girlfriend snooping around asking questions.

It wasn’t that they didn’t know she was into women; Dalton had figured that out when she came home crying in the 4th grade exclaiming Laura Southland refused to play house with her, opting for a popular male classmate instead.

Probably the first clue she wasn't relationship material.

Their parents were a little more clueless, but that could have been attributed to the nasty divorce coupled with the inability to stay away from each other once the papers had been signed. Shockingly enough, neither seemed to care too much in general. Which was fine with Hollis, considering she’d been living with Dalton since he’d gotten his first apartment almost twelve years ago. While Dalton loved their parents and thought fondly of them, Hollis detested the constant bickering. She and her brother were always being pulled in both directions, and she’d finally had enough.

It was almost entirely because of her parents that she’d never had a girlfriend. Not once in her twenty eight years of living has she known what it was like to accompany someone she cared about out on a date, take things slow, fall in love. In high school, she’d lost her virginity to sexy junior Calculus teacher Leigh Rosichelli, in exchange for an A in class. The buxom twenty four year old instructor taught her much more than complicated equations, and was the closest thing to a consistent relationship Hollis had ever experienced. When the sexual escapades stopped after moving into her senior year, she felt severed but not heartbroken. Watching all her friends go through painful breakups made Hollis feel sorry for them, just like she was for her erratic parents. Love just wasn’t in the cards for her, and that was okay.

It didn’t mean she wanted Dalton lecturing her at 4 A.M all because Mandy couldn’t use her inside voice. Especially since he was constantly on her ass about finding someone more...permanent. She enjoyed her way of doing things, and tried to stay out of confrontation. Knowing Dalton meant well always delivered some ration of guilt when they did argue, but she couldn’t be helped. Because she didn’t want to be.

“Mmmmmm MMMMMMM!” Mandy’s hips spasmed, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head as Hollis finished her off. Waves of warm cum coated the blonde’s fingers as the jerking subsided. “Wonderful...” She cupped Hollis’ jawline lightly before the arm fell back to her side like dead weight. Within seconds, Mandy had rolled over and fallen asleep. Hollis laid beside her and used that same hand to come quietly, staring at the other girl’s magnificent breasts. She’d always been a sucker for titties. Big, small. Light or dark nipples. As far as she was concerned, they were all beautiful in their own way. Taking a second to peer at Mandy’s striking features, Hollis started wondering if she’d ever feel anything after sex. This was someone she could have possibly felt a connection with. Thinking a little harder, she realized nothing was there. She hadn’t wanted to feel responsible if something happened to Mandy because she’d been using. That was the only reason she was lying in her bed right now. After racking her brain but coming up empty, she turned away from her one night stand and drifted off to sleep.

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| Whitney |

It’d taken Whitney almost five days to drive from Hollywood, California to the Eastern state of Maine. After dodging her mother’s panicked calls and staying in a few shady hotels along the way, she was relieved to finally be here in Auburn. It didn’t look much different from Woodland back home. Very green. She took in the historical buildings and inviting ponds with pride in herself for choosing the right location for a new start. Glancing to make sure the GPS was still going, Whitney pulled up to her new home with a mixture of fear and excitement at almost 7:30 P.M.

Kendra Neilson lived in a quaint town home, tucked behind an attractive arrangement of gently swaying willow trees. Whitney exited her Prius in wonder, breathing in the fresh crisp air and closed her eyes. Everything felt calm, and the nausea began to die down. Just then, a chipper voice startled her back into reality.

“Hey Cali, nice to see you in person. Need any help?”

Whitney’s honey brown eyes fluttered open, resting on a fairly small woman with shoulder lengthed golden dreadlocks and a wide grin. The other girl was smartly dressed in a pair of form fitting blue jeans and a leafy green off-the-shoulder long sleeved shirt- the exact same shade as her gorgeous, expressive eyes. Black combat boots took a step forward, crunching leaves underneath them as she extended her hand confidently.

“Where are my manners? I’m Kendra. We Skyped a few times.” Her warm, thick Maine accent made Whitney’s heart soar. This place was so different from California it was unreal. In the best way possible.

“Hey, Whitney. Likewise. Yeah, I’d appreciate that. Oh- before I forget, here.” She fished through her blue and white cherry stripped beach bag, and pulled out the cashier’s check, handing it to her new roommate hastily.

“Ayuh! Thanks, sweetheart.” Kendra tucked the payment into the front pocket of her jeans, and briskly strode toward the Prius with purpose. “You must be tired. Doesn’t look like you’ve got much in here, I can handle it. Your room is upstairs and to the left. I’ll start bringing your things on up.” At twenty seven years old, Kendra seemed highly responsible and sweet. Whitney watched the young woman mentally calculate where to get started and joined her.

“I’m not going to make you do it by yourself, but thanks for helping me.” She tucked back a few stray black curls that escaped her French braid, and began tugging on a couple suitcases from the hatchback.

“I’m just so excited you’re here! I was beginning to think I’d never rent that spare room out.” Kendra’s forest green eyes sparkled when she laughed, making Whitney glance back toward the powder blue town home in confusion. She couldn’t imagine why. A mere five hundred dollars per month including utilities, located in a quiet neighborhood...why wouldn’t anyone want to live here? Oh well, it didn’t really matter. She’d snatched it up and couldn’t be happier with her decision.

“I’m just grateful it was available.” Whitney flashed her all American California smile at the Mainer, and swung the black patent leather bag containing her expensive art supplies over a thin shoulder. Kendra nodded with a slight smile of her own, concentrating on the task at hand.

“I baked a peanut butter cream pie to go with dinner. To show my appreciation.” Emerging from the vehicle with Whitney’s teal Samsonite bags, Kendra started heading into their town home with a spring in her step. Before the dark haired woman could respond, she’d already slipped inside.

Whitney took another long look around, and ignored the buzzing of the phone pressed against the back pocket of her jeans. Nothing was dragging her back to California. This was exactly where she wanted to be. Taking a deep breath, Whitney exhaled with a contented smile and started carrying her belongings into the town home with a jittery but hopeful outlook.