Downhill

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Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

This is a flash story.

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Old Lady Kenstrit had died two or three months ago. The twenty acres around her large Victorian style home was severely in need of mowing; Charlene's brother Dylan had contacted the county regarding the property's neglect. So far, though, the county had not responded to Dylan's bid to cut the grass.

Charlene Tolliver and her best friend, Kandi White snuck out of Kandi's house just after dark. Kandi's grandmother was already in bed, her deep rumbling snores letting Kandi and Charlene know she was out for the night. The older woman's medication all but guaranteed she would not be rousing until four thirty, five o'clock the following morning.

"And won't be putting her hearing aid in neither. Making all kind of racket cause she don't hear nothing," Kandi complained. "Why you spend three thousand dollars and don't never use it?"

They grabbed the plastic signs from the now defunct Casa Taco business they'd stashed next to the garage of Kandi's house and made their way to the Old Lady Kenstrit property. Reaching the side gate, Charlene made Kandi hold her plastic sign while she gave a hard push to the old, weathered gate. As always, the gate hesitated, then popped open.

Even though the sun had set, the heat was still oppressive. Taking her sign from Kandi after she shut the gate, Charlene wiped at her sweating forehead. Then the two eighteen year old girls hurried to Gumble Hill

Even with the grass and weeds now nearly knee high, the two girls had no trouble reaching the top of the low hill. Sitting on their sheets of plastic, the two girls giggled excitedly in their brazen adventure.

"Come on; you got it?" Kandi demanded.

"Told you, yes," Charlene whispered, producing a small plastic bag from her purse. "See? I got it, I got it. All right?"

Oh!" Kandi gasped, seeing the five fat joints in the bag.

"And..." Charlene said, producing a small disposable cigarette lighter.

Lighting the joint, Charlene coughed immediately. With a giggle, Kandi took the smoldering joint from her friend's fingers and took a mammoth hit from the joint. She too began to cough immediately.

Gamely, they persevered and finally Charlene stubbed out the remnants of the marijuana joint.

"Want another?" Charlene asked, head whirring from the potent marijuana.

"I uh, no, no, not right now," Kandi said, tongue feeling very thick in her mouth.

"Okay," Charlene agreed, actually relieved.

"Come on; let's go sledding," Kandi enthused.

"You brought your bathing suit?" Charlene asked.

"What? It, it's just us, Charlene," Kandi said, standing and dropping her shorts and panties to the ground. "Why we need a bathing suit?"

She flung her tight tee shirt on top of the skimpy shorts and thong panties, revealing that, just as Charlene had suspected, Kandi was braless.

The light from the half-moon displayed Kandi's 28C breasts, small light brown areolae and hard nipples, slim waist and hairless mound. When she turned, Charlene stole a quick look at Kandi's bubble butt. Everything else on the brunette girl was slim except for her rear end. Kandi called it her 'ghetto booty' but Charlene thought Kandi's buttocks were perfect.

"Chicken?" Kandi teased, now sitting naked on her sheet of plastic.

"No, no I guess not," Charlene agreed, wiggling out of her tee shirt and shorts.

After a long moment, Charlene reached back and unclasped her 32D bra, dropping it onto the ground next to her shorts and shirt. The bra was an old one and was actually a little too snug on her. For a moment, she massaged her milk chocolate breasts, sighing. She could feel her dark brown areolae crinkling as her hands massaged her breasts and abruptly stopped rubbing them. Steeling herself, she wiggled out of her full brief cotton panties.

Sitting onto her own sheet of plastic, Charlene then announced, "Go!"

With squeals, the two girls slid down the hill on their 'sleds' of plastic. They had ascended the western face of the hill, the low, steady incline. The eastern side was much more steeply inclined and they picked up speed as they rode down the hill.

Aieegh!" Charlene shrieked a moment before Kandi let out her own squeal as they became airborne.

SPLASH! And they landed in Gumble Lake. Laughing and squealing, the two girls swam to the edge of the small pond, dragging their sheets of plastic with them.

The feeling of being outside, nude in the moonlight was exhilarating. Both girls raced to climb the hill once more, trying to beat one another to the top.

Thrice more, they raced down to the bottom, winding up in the small lake with a loud splash. The fourth time they reached the top of the hill, they both stopped abruptly. A beautiful blonde woman had their clothing and their purses in her hands. Charlene and Kandi both instinctively brought up the sheets of plastic to cover their nudity. The three women regarded one another for long moments.

"You're trespassing," the blonde finally spoke, voice hard.

"I uh..." Kandi stammered.

"This is private property," the woman snapped.

"I, uh, but, but Old Lady Kenstrit, she uh, she died," Charlene supplied.

"So?" the woman barked. "That gives you the right to be out here?"

"Look lady, just give us our clothes and we'll just get on out of here," Charlene begged.

"And I'm sure the police would be very interested in..." the blonde said, holding the small bag with the four remaining joints.

"I, my, my grandmother's going kill me," Kandi whimpered.

"It's mine," Charlene braved saying. "Kandi didn't have nothing do with that. Those, those are mine, hear?"

"Casa Taco?" the woman said, now reading the signs, even though Kandi was holding her sign upside down.

"Over on Spinner; they went out of business almost as soon as they opened," Charlene said. "Come on Lady..."

"So, trespassing, possession of marijuana, destruction of private property, theft; what other laws have you two broken lately," the woman sneered.

Kandi started crying, big silent tears. Charlene refused to cry, even though she wanted to cry. Dropping her sign, she turned and hugged her friend as Kandi wailed.

"I'm sorry, Kandi," Charlene sniffled, then allowed her own tears to begin.

"Touching," the woman sneered.

If she had not been so upset, Charlene would have found the moment to be exciting. Her nude, damp flesh was pressed firmly against Kandi's damp, nude flesh. Her breasts were pressed firmly against Kandi's breasts; their nipples were rasping against each other's nipples. Her tight crop of black curls was pressed against Kandi's bald mound.

Charlene could smell the hair conditioner that Kandi always used. She could also smell Kandi's sweet sweat, could smell the sugar-free gum Kandi was forever chomping on. And, she could also smell the pungent, almost foul smell of the marijuana on Kandi's breath.

Kandi's skin was warm, so warm and soft against her skin. She rested her wet cheek against Kandi's wet cheek. Then she turned and pressed her full lips against Kandi's wet cheek, tasting the salty tears on Kandi's beautiful face.

"So, what do you think I should do with you two?" the woman interrupted the tender moment between the two friends.

"You, let us go?" Charlene braved asking.

"What?" the woman barked out, laughing. "Why would I do that?"

"Be, because it would be the nice thing to do?" Kandi asked hopefully.

"Yeah and nice guys get fucked in the end," the woman spat. "No, no, tired of being the nice guy, getting fucked all the time."

"Then, what? What you..." Charlene stammered.

"Think I'll just let the cops deal with the two of you," the woman said, turning to walk down the hill.

"At, at least give us our clothes," Kandi begged.

"Uh huh and you two just run away," the woman said.

"Come on, Lady, we, look we, we'll do anything," Charlene begged.

"Any, anything?" the woman asked, pausing.

Kandi and Charlene looked at each other. Then Charlene turned and looked at the woman.

"I, uh, yeah, yes ma'am," Charlene agreed.

In the moonlight, it was hard to tell the woman's age. One moment, she could be in her late twenties and when she turned, like now, where shadows fell across her face, she could be in her early forties. What they could see of her body, she was in good physical condition. Her breasts sat high on her chest, a simple halter top covering them from view. Her belly was concave, lightly tanned and her legs were sleek, muscular. Her denim cutoffs were snug but not too tight and her buttocks seemed compact.

"Either one of you any good at eating pussy?" the woman suddenly blurted out.

"I what?" Kandi gasped out.

"You, you serious? Lady, you, really?" Charlene asked, gawking.

"Forget it," the woman said, turning once more to walk down the hill.

"I'll do it," Charlene stated.

"Charlene!" Kandi gasped.

"Kandi!" Charlene hissed, sure her pretty face was dark from her hot blush.

"Oh goody," the woman actually smiled, unsnapping her shorts and letting them fall to the ground.

Her pussy was covered by a thicket of blonde curls, slightly darker than the messy mop of blonde on her head. With a tug, she untied her halter top, revealing her 36C breasts with silver dollar coin sized areolae and hard nipples.

"You, over here," the woman ordered Charlene as she flopped down onto the grass.

She sat back, propping herself up by her elbows. Pulling her heels to just against her compact backside, the woman spread her legs, revealing her moistening inner lips.

Charlene slowly approached the reclining woman. She slowly knelt down between the woman's thighs and brought her face close to the woman's pussy. She could smell the woman's excitement as she lowered her face.

"You, get over here," the woman barked at Kandi.

"I, you, what, what you want me to do?" Kandi quavered.

"Get down here," the woman ordered, pulling on Kandi's hand.

Charlene brought her fingers to the woman's slit and pressed two fingers into the woman's wet folds. She reached her tongue out and swiped up and down the woman's rubbery lips. She shivered, enjoying the woman's musky essence. Under any other circumstance, Charlene would have enjoyed this encounter. She could feel the weeds and a few cockleburs digging into her knees as she knelt on the ground, tasting her very first pussy.

"Mm hmm," the woman moaned.

Glancing up, Charlene saw the woman and Kandi engaged in a heated kiss. Charlene could not tell if Kandi was enjoying the kiss but she could tell that their captor was enjoying the kiss.

"Mm, oh, oh Honey, you, you've done this before?" the woman asked as Charlene plunged the two fingers in and out of her while lapping at her juices.

"No," Charlene said, shaking her mop of dark hair.

"Natural pussy eater, huh?" the woman asked, clearly not believing Charlene's denial.

"Mm hmm," Charlene agreed, locating the woman's thin clitoris.

"Oh fuck yes," the woman barked out as Charlene 'punched' the nub with her tongue.

The woman pulled Kandi in for another kiss, her hands fondling Kandi's breasts. She thrust her own breasts toward the reluctant girl.

"Come on, Sugar. I got two titties. Play with them," she ordered, then pulled Kandi in for another kiss.

Charlene sucked forcefully on the woman's clitoris, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the woman. She plunged her two fingers deeply into the woman, searching for her g-spot.

"I oh, oh fuck, fuck yeah!" the woman groaned in climax.

Charlene felt her face become wet from the woman's ejaculate. She'd read about squirting but had thought that these were just stories. Now, face dripping with a stranger's climax, Charlene knew that squirting was actually possible.

"Oh, oh God, God damn yes," the woman barked out as Charlene brought her to a second orgasm.

She then pushed Charlene's head away. Tugging forcefully onto Kandi, she shoved Kandi toward where Charlene knelt.

"You. Your turn. Let's see how good you are at eating pussy," the woman ordered Kandi.

"You, come here. I bet you'll be a lot better than your friend at titty play," the woman barked at Charlene.

Charlene watched as Kandi knelt between the woman's splayed legs. She then turned and looked at the woman's hard face. Forcing a smile to her face, Charlene bent and softly kissed the woman's lips. Her hand went to the woman's soft, springy breast, fingers teasing her nipple.

"Lick, damn it," the woman barked at Kandi.

"Yeah, you, you are pretty good at..." the woman said to Charlene as Charlene continued to fondle the woman's breasts.

Charlene again thought, under any other circumstances, she would be enjoying this. The woman was pretty enough, with just some fine lines to show that she was no young woman. She certainly could kiss, and her taste had been pleasant. But since she was forcing them to pleasure her, this was not a fun, exciting lesbian tryst.

A gentle breeze against her sweating skin, the weeds and cockleburs digging into her knees, the smells of earth reminded Charlene that she was outside that she and her best friend and secret crush were outside, nude under the moonlight. As she kissed the woman, her left hand squeezing and fondling the woman's flesh, Charlene reached her right hand down and felt her own patch of damp curls. Slightly parting the curls, she could feel her puffy inner lips peeking out of her cleft.

"Mm!" Charlene moaned, teasing her fat clitoris.

"Oh, oh God, oh God yes!" the woman suddenly barked out in climax.

"Mmng!" Charlene grunted, reaching her own climax.

"Oh!" Kandi let out a low shuddering breath.

"Let's smoke one of those joints, huh?" the woman ordered, now sitting up.

"You, you can have them, Lady," Charlene said.

"Yeah; I don't want them," Kandi agreed.

"Fine. Whatever," the woman said, lighting a joint.

She smoked the joint, nodding in satisfaction. Kandi and Charlene watched the woman warily, clutching onto each other's hand.

"Yeah, yeah, that, that's some good shit," the woman agreed when she'd smoked the joint.

"Yeah, I uh, the guy said it was Saint Jennifer or something like that," Charlene said, not willing to disclose that 'the guy' was her brother, Dylan.

"St. Genevieve? Excellent!" the woman whooped.

Suddenly, she grabbed one of the discarded signs. Charlene and Kandi stepped back, unsure what this crazy and stoned woman might do.

"Now, let's see," she said, and shoved off.

For a long moment, Kandi stood, watching the woman's progress down the hill.

"Kandi! Come on!" Charlene squealed, grabbing their clothes and purses.

"Shit!" Kandi agreed.

At the very last second, Kandi also grabbed the captor's clothes and the two friends scampered down Gumble Hill. They sprinted toward the gate. They were a few hundred yards away from the gate when they heard the woman's excited squeal, then the splash. Just as they wiggled through the small opening Charlene was able to force open, they heard the woman yell something.

On the other side of the fence, the two girls wiggled into their clothing again. Kandi dropped the woman's shorts and halter top onto the ground just outside of the gate. Then, hand in hand, the two friends sprinted to Kandi's Grandmother's house.

Safely inside of Kandi's grandmother's home, the two girls suddenly burst into giggles. Elated with their adventure, then their escape they hugged each other, fighting to control their giggles lest they rouse Kandi's grandmother. Ms. White was prejudiced against African-Americans and especially prejudiced against Charlene. She tried to hide it, tried to mask her racism behind sweet smiles and false cheer when Charlene was around. If roused from her deep, drugged sleep, the woman would not hesitate to send Charlene away. Then she would berate Kandi for bringing 'that little n----r' into their fine Christian home.

"Come on; I need a shower," Kandi said, pulling Charlene toward the stairs.

"Yeah, that water's kind of nasty," Charlene agreed.

Under the hot spray, Charlene wet her medium sized afro, then worked a handful of shampoo into the curls. Stepping back to give Kandi room under the spray, Charlene grunted as Kandi suddenly embraced her.

"Augh, I what?" Charlene grunted in surprise.

"I love you," Kandi confessed, kissing her best friend.

"Oh!" Charlene gasped, delighted and returned Kandi's hug and kiss.

While the two friends masturbated one another under a hot spray, Rachel Norton, nee Kenstrit lay on her back on the top of Gumble Hill, watching the few clouds flitting past the half-moon. The warm summer air dried her wet skin as she lay, nude on the hill, her hill.

Debra, Rachel's mother would not have been pleased to learn that she was known around the neighborhood as 'Old Lady Kenstrit. Picking up the bag, Rachel fished a joint out of the bag and lighted it. She smoked the potent marijuana, lazily touching her bare flesh, simply enjoying the moment.

"Well, that's nine years of sobriety totally fucked," Rachel murmured, not feeling guilty for smoking the joint, or for opening a bottle of her mother's wine upon arriving to the home that afternoon.

Thankfully, Rachel had left the back door unlocked when she'd come out to investigate the noises she'd heard; her house key was in her shorts. After smoking her joint, after pleasuring herself under the watchful moon, Rachel could simply enter her mother's home, now her home, finish drinking her bottle of wine, go to sleep. Tomorrow was still a few hours away.

The county had contacted her about the grass, threatening to fine her. They had also provided her with the name of a young man that offered to cut the grass for a reasonable price. Rachel would call him in the morning, have him come out.

She again grew aroused as she imagined a well-muscled young man, shirt off as he labored to push the lawnmower through the grass and weeds. She would come out, dressed in skimpy halter top, tight cutoff shorts that revealed her tight backside.

At first, she'd thought to simply sell the old home. But Harvey Norton demanding a divorce from her, calling her a deviant, a deceitful harlot...

"Seventeen years of marriage, gone," Rachel murmured, close to sleep as the warm breeze caressed her naked flesh. "Just because I said I'm bi. God, I thought, I thought guys fantasize about that shit?"

The End

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