Loading...Rose McGuire was still somewhat amazed by the simple things that captivated her those days. She had been staring at a series of green vines and assorted flowers that had been painted on the wall of her cellar-apartment by the beautiful blonde girl sleeping next to her. It was hard to make out details by the ghostly light emitted by the television and its electric snow.
Charlotte had thought it would be a great way of “livening up” the place, and Rose had discovered that there were very few things she would refuse the young woman. She glanced down and softly kissed her lover on the forehead after brushing her hair out of the way. Charlotte was curled up with her head on Rose’s chest, snoring lightly. It had only been four months since the young woman who she had known in high school had come looking for her. She and Rose had played high school soccer together until Rose got kicked off the team when it was discovered she was a lesbian. Apparently, the young woman was also gay, and had wanted Rose to be her first “experience.” But Rose had switched schools, and Charlotte had lost track of her until a casual sighting of Rose wandering the woods above the college soccer fields. Charlotte had contrived the situation under which the two of them had been reintroduced. Charlotte had discovered that Rose was a tow-truck driver (at that time), and had arranged for her car to have problems where Rose would be the person most likely to be called. They had quickly bonded as friends, and became lovers shortly after that.
While fairy-tale like in many respects, their relationship hadn’t been without its problems. After outing herself to her parents, Charlotte had been asked to bring Rose over for a family dinner, which Rose left in tears. Charlotte’s mother had been as friendly as a starving hyena. While Rose had received a written apology, it had been empty and everyone involved knew it. Rose got along great with Charlotte’s father though. He had helped her get a job at an upscale auto garage and sales lot where she got to restore custom cars. She was earning good money at it and loved her work. She had even put off the idea of opening her own garage for a while. She wasn’t in a rush anymore.
Charlotte had come over that evening (she came over most evenings when she wasn’t on the road with her college soccer team) and had insisted on doing the painting. She had painted one set of vines in an outline of a human body and had used Rose as her model. She insisted on Rose being nude. That particular session of painting hadn’t lasted long before the two were in bed together. They were physically quite different. Rose was definitely the “butch” of the two, though she was still highly feminine. She was muscular and toned with bright red hair that she had traditionally kept in a flowing mohawk. She had let her hair start growing out again and had trimmed down the mohawk, moving towards a more business-acceptable look. Charlotte had medium-length blonde hair with were always kept in pigtails. She had big blue eyes and an angelic face. She had well-rounded curves and warm, smooth skin. She liked cute clothes, whereas Rose went for practical denim or tight leather. In high school, Rose had been seen as the “discontent” or “troublemaker,” while Charlotte had been the “good girl” and the “all-American sweetheart.” Well, the sweetheart belonged to the troublemaker, and she wasn’t always a good girl. They had made love several times that day, causing the painting to go slowly. And with each vine and flower Rose looked at, a moment of that day flitted across her memory.
“You should be sleeping,” came a voice from beneath a mop of blonde hair. “You have to work tomorrow.”
“I thought you WERE asleep,” responded Rose.
“Your breathing isn’t as smooth when you’re awake. Make’s it harder for me to sleep. If you couldn’t sleep, you should have woken me up. We could have talked . . .” said Charlotte, holding Rose closer, ” . . . or snuggled.”
“Snuggling leads to other things sweetie, and you have class in the morning.” But Rose’s heart wasn’t in her argument. When Charlotte had started stirring, the sheet got pulled back and her beautiful, large breasts came into view.
“Class doesn’t start until 9:30, and I’m fairly close to campus already. And since I’m awake now, I need you to tire me out.” She started kissing Rose’s neck.
“Goodness girl, do you ever think about anything else?” Moan.
“Yes, but I’ve been trying to cut back.” Her lips made their way up Rose’s chins until they in were in place for a long, slow kiss. “C’mon, just a quickie? I promise I’ll be good after that.”
“Don’t you dare,” responded Rose as she grabbed the warm flesh of one of Charlotte’s breasts.
“I thought you’d see things my way.” Her hand drifted down to Rose’s sex garden and a finger slipped between the two lips. She just let it work its way back and forth as Rose’s mound started swelling and her moisture level increased. Then she brought a second finger into the picture, fucking Rose with her miniature cock. Rose had no choice but to reciprocate, and soon they were just lying next to each other and humping on another’s hand while kissing each other’s faces, necks and lips.
It was one of those rare situations where they felt no need to break into Rose’s bag of sex toys. They weren’t rushing anything. They simply loved the feeling of being with each other and in each other, even in that small way. The tempo of their respective fingerings increased, as did their kissing rate. It only took five minutes before they brought each other to simultaneous orgasm. They were both so spent from the days activities that they didn’t have much left, but they enjoyed the sensation just the same. The were pressed tightly together, almost as if wanted to share their pleasure with their partner and wishing some of it could be transferred through their skin.
“Now go to sleep,” said Charlotte, placing her head back on Rose’s chest.
“Whatever you say,” whispered Rose. And finally sleep took them both.
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As is the case in many peoples lives, things got complicated at the very moment they seemed to be perfect. Such was the case in Rose’s life. When she got home from work the next day, there was a sheriff’s car in her driveway. She recognized Deputy Smith right away. He was a good cop who checked in periodically to make sure she was okay. Initially it was because he had hoped to get her into bed, but he had quickly transitioned into the role of ‘friend’ when he found out she was gay. He was one of her only friends, besides Charlotte, who wasn’t involved in the automotive industry.
“What’s up?” she asked, noting the somber look on his face.
“I’ve got some bad news, Rose.”
Panic flooded her mind. She was afraid something had happened to Charlotte.
“Your father is dead.”
Rose felt a sense of elation, followed by guilt. While she didn’t think much of her father, she didn’t mean to downplay his death. She was just happy it wasn’t her girlfriend. “What happened?” she asked calmly.
“Single-vehicle drunk driving accident down in Florida.”
“Doesn’t surprise me. Anyone else hurt?”
“No.” The officer looked confused. “You don’t seem to upset.”
“Dan,” she started, “I haven’t seen my father in over six years. He ran off with some bimbo and stuck me with my mother.”
“Has she been told?”
“I have no idea. I haven’t seen her in three years. My family has a tendency to run off.”
Dan was stunned. “Well, I’m sorry anyway. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Thanks, but I’ll be okay.” At that moment, Charlotte’s little blue Volkswagon Beetle pulled up the drive. She approached Rose as Dan got back into his patrol car.
“What happened?” she asked.
Rose recited the conversation, and Charlotte listened sympathetically. The blonde girl didn’t get all gushy like Dan had apparently been tempted to do. Charlotte was one of the few people who knew Rose’s family story, and she knew Rose wouldn’t be too devastated.
“So,” she continued, “what does it mean regarding the house?”
“I don’t know. He didn’t have a will or anything. But I’ve been the one paying taxes and paying bills here. I guess I’ll get a hold of a lawyer and see what I should do.” Rose was hesitant to ask the next question, but she knew she had to. “Do you think you could talk to your dad and see if there is anyone he would recommend?”
Charlotte understood the trepidation in her lover’s voice. Charlotte’s father was a judge, and would have lots of connections. It would be easier to ask her mother, a defense lawyer, but Rose would rather crawl across a bed of broken glass before asking for help from Mrs. Webb. Charlotte promised she would ask.
“Want to go bowling or something? I figure you aren’t much in the mood for our other favorite activity?”
Rose smiled. The girl may have a one-track mind, but she was at least willing to stop the train every now and then. “Actually, let’s just get some groceries and stay in tonight. Maybe watch “CSI” or something.”
And that is exactly what they did. The two of them curled up on the floor in front of the television with a bag of heavily buttered popcorn and some sodas and watched their shows. Charlotte actually decided not to stay the night. Her father left for work early in the morning, so it would be easier to catch him if she slept in her own bedroom. Rose missed the presence of her body that night, but knew it was the best course of action.
The next day, Charlotte came by and told Rose that her father would look into finding Rose an attorney, but it might take a while. Things started to return to normal. Rose went to work, Charlotte went to school, and then they came home to each other. It was a few days before Rose was in the right frame of mind for intimacy, but Charlotte’s saturating cute-ness wore down her defenses without the girl even trying. A week after the deputy had dropped by, Charlotte was over and had insisted on making breakfast burritos for dinner. The burritos were delightful, but they weren’t as nice as Charlotte’s outfit. She was wearing skintight terrycloth shorts and a pink tube top. This was what Charlotte liked to wear when she was over at Rose’s, and Rose never objected. She looked good enough to eat. As Charlotte did the dishes, Rose went over to her bag of toys and quickly removed her clothing before snapping on her favorite harness and strap-on. It was a seven inch red-jelly dong, and was good for all occasions. She crept up behind Charlotte and place the dong between her legs and up against the crotch of her shorts. She wrapped her arms around the girl’s waist so she couldn’t turn around.
“Ooh, what do we have here?” asked Charlotte as she reached down and felt the head of the dildo between her legs.
“I just thought that since you’ve been so patient the last few days that I’d reward you with a good, hard fuck.” She was kissing the nape of Charlotte’s neck, something which she knew drove the young woman wild. It worked.
“Are you sure? I mean I could . . . Oh God . . . we could wait . . .”
“Do you want to wait?” Rose returned. “Do you want me to do something besides stick this bright red cock into your wet, pink pussy?”
“Nuh . . . No. Please.”
“Then ‘shh!'” Rose reached over to the sink and made it so that the water was running cool. She had one of those hose attachments, so she grabbed it and proceeded to soak the front of Charlotte’s shirt, and the cool water helped the blonde girl’s nipples stand out against the cotton tube top. Rose released the hose and grabbed Charlotte’s tits through the shirt. “That’s more like it.”
“Great,” moaned Charlotte. “Now you’ve gone and gotten me all wet.”
“And that’s just for starters.” Rose retracted one hand so she could push her lover’s shorts down past her ass, and was delighted to see she wasn’t wearing any underwear. “Now grab the counter, ‘cause I’m taking you to town!” As Charlotte gripped the edge of the sink as if her life depended on it, Rose slipped the head of the dong into Charlotte’s inviting slit. She pumped gently at first until her lover was good and wet. Then she grabbed the girl’s hips and started pounding away. She scrunched the back of Charlotte’s tube top in her fist and used it as a handle. She released the young woman’s hips completely and ran her hand around the girl’s body, rubbing her clit and mound while she rammed that tight little pussy with her plastic dick. Charlotte pushed her shirt up above her tits in the front so she could tweak her own nipples while she got drilled from behind. Rose decided that Charlotte must have really been aching for sex, because it didn’t take long before the blonde girl was cumming all over the plastic invader. She arched her shoulders backward and her arms were actually trembling as she gripped the edge of the sink. Rose wrapped her arms around the beautiful girl’s waist to keep her from falling forward. She actually felt the girls juices creep down the dildo and onto her own legs.
“I really don’t think you could have waited much longer,” whispered Rose into her lover’s ear.
“I was about ready to burst. Which I have now done. But it’s my turn now, so take that thing off and get on the bed.
Rose turned toward the bed and, after receiving a slap on the ass, moved towards it while removing the harness. She lay on her back, enjoying the feeling of the fan circulating air over her already sweaty skin. Charlotte sauntered over to the back of toys and carried it to the side of the bed. Rose’s legs were draped over the side, and Charlotte placed herself between them. She started by kissing and licking Rose’s now-swollen mound before moving her tongue down the great divide. Rose had been with women before Charlotte, but none of them could do what the blonde girl could do to her body.
Charlotte licked and sucked for a while, then placed two fingers into Rose’s flowerbed, spreading her open and wiggling around. “Now what to do with you?” she murmured. She leaned in a licked Rose’s clitoral hood. How do I fuck you while still getting to eat your goodies? I know!” She reached into the back and grabbed another dildo. This one was only six inches long, but it suited her design perfectly. She took one end in her mouth, leaned in and pressed the head between Rose’s pussy lips. She pushed inward and when the length of it was inside, she released her mouth’s hold on it and licked her way around it with her tongue. Then she grabbed the end with her teeth and pulled it outward.
“God,” moaned Rose. “You’re the most creative lover I’ve ever heard of.”
“Thmph mvoo.” She kept it up for a few minutes, then pulled the dildo out, grabbed it with her hand and positioned the head at Rose’s asshole. Rose was an anal fiend, and Charlotte planned on using that. The dong was nice a slick, so she pushed it slowly inward. She loved watching Rose’s rosebud spread to accommodate the toy. They had done this often enough that it provided little pain to the redhead, and that pain quickly turned to pleasure. Charlotte left started pumping the dong in and out of her lover’s ass while she returned to her oral pleasuring. She concentrated on Rose’s clit, but took several opportunities to tease the tender area around the asshole every time it the dildo was on an outward stroke. Then, with one hand working the toy, she brought her fingers from the other hand to bear on Rose’s pussy while continuing to tease her clit with her tongue. Rose was completely at the blonde girl’s mercy, but there wasn’t any place she would rather be. When her orgasm rocked her body, she wrapped her legs around Charlotte’s head and held on for dear life. Her lover tried licking up as much girl-cum as she could handle, but she still wound up with her face coated in the stuff.
Rose looked down, and all she could see were those big blue eyes and blond pigtails popping up between her legs. As Charlotte crawled down the length of the bed, she left a drip-trail of Rose’s own juices all along the way until Rose was able to taste them on the blonde girl’s lips. Then Charlotte looked her straight in the eyes.
“Say it. Please.”
Rose pulled the girl’s head close until her lips were touching Charlotte’s ear. “I love you.” Charlotte’s body seemed to flush even more and her skin lit up with goose bumps. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” The two of them headed to the shower for their typical post-sex activity, which was to have sex again while in the process of getting cleaned up. But when they were drying off, they heard voices upstairs. Rose looked alarmed. She threw on a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt before grabbing her shotgun (loaded with rock-salt) and headed upstairs. On her way up, she told Charlotte to call the police. Charlotte had put her shorts back on, but was naked from the waste up.
Rose slowly opened the door at the top of the stairs. She saw a man in a three-piece suit standing next to the door, and there seemed to be someone on the other side of him. They were the only ones up there. She moved towards them and leveled her weapon at the man in the suit.
“Hold it. You are trespassing on private property and the police have been called. Get the hell . . .” She stopped in mid-rant. The person on the other side moved around. It was a very tackily dressed woman in her forties. Rose knew that woman.
“Sweetie!” she said with a voice that reeked of alcohol and venom. “Is that any way to greet your mother?”
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The stand off had been tense. Her mother had apparently found out about her “husband’s” death and had come up to claim whatever she had coming to her. The man who had come with her was her lawyer, a sleazy man named Robert Jones. Her mother felt she was entitled to everything her husband had left since they had never formerly gotten a divorce. Unfortunately, that meant she had a legitimate claim to the house and the tow-truck, along with other assorted odds and ends.
The police arrived and attempted to diffuse a tense situation. Luckily, Dan Smith was one of the officers who arrived at the scene. Eventually, Rose’s mother and her pet rat were told to leave. As far as they were concerned, Rose was the only one who had proof of residency, so if Mrs. McGuire wanted the house, she would have to go to court.
“I plan on doing that.” The bitch looked at Rose. “See you soon, DEAR.”
Soon, everyone had cleared out except for Deputy Smith and Charlotte. Charlotte had come up the stairs after making the phone call and finishing getting dressed. Rose’s mother, Beatrice, had obviously wanted to make some crude comment about her daughter having a woman in the house, but had decided against it. Rose still had her gun in hand at that time.
Dan spoke up first. “Listen, as soon as she proves she is who she claims to be and shows proof of marriage, she’ll go to court. At the very least, she’ll probably be able to get at least half of anything that technically belonged to your dad.”
Rose was sitting on her workout bench, staring at the front door with a blank expression. “All he had, to my knowledge, was this house and that truck. How do you take half of that?”
Dan looked apprehensive. “I’ve seen some family squabbles over inheritance. One thing that could happen is the court could order his assets be liquidated and the profits be divided somehow amongst surviving family. Particularly since he didn’t leave a will.”
“But I don’t want half! This is my house! She abandoned it. She left . . .” Rose’s nerve was cracking. Charlotte went to wrap her arm around her lover, but Rose wouldn’t have any of it. For the first time since she had seen the beautiful young woman, Rose didn’t want to be touched by her. She didn’t want to be touched at all. And Charlotte looked almost physically pained by the rejection. “This isn’t fair. I did everything right. I paid the property taxes. I supported myself. She’s a deadbeat bitch, but she might take away my home?” Rose turned and punched her heavy boxing bag as hard as she could. She landed a number of heavy swings before she lost all her form and just started wailing on it. Charlotte didn’t know what to do. She saw her lover losing control right before her eyes.
Finally, Rose took a very sloppy swing and wound up hurting her wrist. She didn’t know how badly. Charlotte moved quickly and wrapped the strong young woman up, and this time Rose was too weakened to resist. She wasn’t quite crying, but her eyes were definitely watering. She was somewhere between an all-consuming rage and total depression, and she couldn’t quite push herself in either direction. She felt lost, and she hated that.
Charlotte just held her for a minute before finding her voice. “Dan, I need you to take her to the hospital. I have to go talk to my father.”
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It was an hour before Dan dropped her back off at the house. The emergency room had been thankfully slow that evening. Rose had managed to sprain her wrist. Dan offered to stick around, but Rose told him to leave and that she would be all right. Charlotte was apparently still at her parent’s, so Rose just wandered around the place that had been both her home and livelihood for many years. It was strange to think it might not be hers much longer. Even if she got half of her father’s “legacy” and was able to put a down payment on a new place, it wouldn’t be the same. She looked around. She was able to smile a little bit as she remembered all the places in that house she and Charlotte had made love. There were quite a few of them. All over the cellar, the workout bench, the floor, the office desk, the front porch, the garage . . . She wandered outside and stared out towards the little clearing where she had spend so many moments looking down at the soccer fields, watching a beautiful girl with pigtails playing goalie. She suddenly wished she hadn’t shunned her lover earlier. She might be the only thing worthwhile she got out of this.
She saw a car pulling up the drive. It was Mr. Webb’s Jaguar. She was surprised Charlotte had managed to get him to drive out at such a late hour. She was more surprised when Charlotte’s mother got out. Rose didn’t know how to react. She and Annabel Webb hadn’t spoken directly since that fateful dinner gathering. Rose stood on the porch and faced the three of them, feeling very much like she was about to participate in a high-noon shootout. Then Charlotte saw the cast around Rose’s wrist, and she rushed to the redhead’s side.
“What happened? How bad is it? Are you going to need surgery? How much . . .”
Rose actually managed a chuckle. This little sexual dynamo still acted like a child from time to time, which is one of the things Rose thought was so adorable. “No, no surgery. It’s just a sprain. I’ll be fine.”
“I’d hate to see what the OTHER guy looks like,” joked Mr. Webb. Then a serious look crossed his face. “You didn’t hit your mother, did you?”
“Call her Beatrice please. I’m not really happy with thinking of her as being related to me. But no, I didn’t. I was tempted though.”
“Listen, we’re here to help,” he said with a sideways glance at his wife. “But we’re going to need see all records you have regarding the house. Tax stuff, receipts . . . anything your father left here.”
“It’s in the back of the house. There’s a closet I usually keep locked.”
“I know the one,” said Charlotte meekly.
Rose looked at the young woman and gave her the warmest smile she could. She hoped the girl would accept her unspoken apology. Charlotte blushed.
“There are a couple of filing cabinets in there. Both of them are locked too. The top drawer in the one on the left has all the paperwork that was left here when my father left, and the drawer below it is where I’ve kept all financial records regarding the property.” She had to reach her good hand around to fish for her key ring. She felt horribly clumsy as she managed to get them out of her pocket just to drop them on the ground. She reached down and picked them up with a trembling hand. Charlotte grabbed her hand and held it steady.
“Dad,” she said, “why don’t we go get those files?”
“Good idea.”
The two of them went inside, leaving Rose alone with Annabel Webb. She almost couldn’t stand to look at the woman, but the silence was almost unbearable. “You must be loving this,” she said, staring at her feet. “You must be thinking, ‘That impudent little girl sure is getting what’s coming her.’ Go ahead. Take your best shot.”
“I’m sorry.” Mrs. Webb was looking right at her when Rose finally met her gaze. “And I mean it this time.”
Rose was suspicious. “I don’t get it. This is your opportunity. You’ve been looking to put me down since I first starting seeing your daughter.”
“Yes, indeed I was. But sometimes it only takes one thing to clear someone’s head.” The older woman paused, trying to figure out where to begin. “I love my daughter, I hope you know.” Rose nodded. That had never really been a question. “But I don’t think you know exactly how precious she is to us. Jon and I always wanted a family. Actually, we wanted a big family. But try as we might, we just couldn’t seem to conceive. Then, out of the blue, I was pregnant with Charlotte. She’s been our whole world since the day she was born.”
Rose had a look of incredulity on her face. This woman who had shown nothing but contempt to her seemed to be leveling with her, but that hostility from before was completely absent.
Mrs. Webb continued. “She was a miracle, and we’ve only wanted the best for her. Her father and I hoped, like all parents do I suppose, for her to find a nice man who would love her, protect her and provide for her. Well, I don’t think she really needs someone to provide for her. Once she becomes a doctor, she can provide for herself. But I think you’ve shown you are capable of protecting her as well as any man could. And I was finally forced to accept that you seem to genuinely love her.” She sighed, and a bit of anger returned to her face. But it didn’t seem to be directed at Rose. “But when my daughter came home crying and told us about what your . . . about what Beatrice was trying to do, it offended every ideal I hold dear. I see having and raising a child as a privilege that I had to fight for, and to see anyone treat their child the way you’ve been treated is an abomination.” She actually seemed furious when she said that. It was nice for Rose not to be the target of her anger that time. “I may not be all that fond of your vocation or lifestyle, but that’s my right as a mother. What I don’t have the right to do is tell my daughter who she can fall in love with.” That sentiment brought Rose a smile, then Mrs. Webb went on. “And you are, by all accounts, a kind, decent person who has worked too hard to have that woman take away things that are rightfully yours.” Annabel Webb was smiling, seemingly enjoying making peace with Rose and herself. She glanced toward the door that her husband and child had gone through. “I would hear them, you know. Charlotte and Jon would talk about you two got together and about all the places she wanted to go with you and all your un-ladylike obsessions. But they would always talk when they thought I couldn’t hear. I realized that I was missing out on a large part of my daughter’s life, and I had no one to blame but myself. I don’t want to miss out on anything anymore.” She chuckled to herself. “Besides, it isn’t like my parent’s were thrilled about all of my life choices when I was younger. When I met Jon, we were at Woodstock and we were both stoned out of our minds. I think we were dating for three days before I found out what his name was.”
Rose just stared at her. Then she fell down laughing. She was picturing two people in well-pressed business suits with joints hanging out of their mouths rocking to a Jimi Hendrix tune or grooving to the Grateful Dead.
“What,” said Mrs. Webb, looking a little bashful. “You didn’t think we were always so straight-laced, did you?”
“Char . . . Charlotte said you used to be hippies, but . . . Damn!”
Mrs. Annabel Webb started laughing herself, sitting on the porch and clutching her sides. Just then, Charlotte and Mr. Webb came out. They looked surprised, as if they were expecting a massacre and finding a circus. Charlotte was so happy she almost glowed. This is what she had wanted from the beginning. She moved forward and helped her injured girlfriend back to her feet. Rose had needed that laugh. Jon handed a pile of files to his wife, who suddenly resumed her normal, business-like demeanor.
“We’ll look over all this stuff tonight. Since this Beatrice woman seems to be only interested in the money, she’ll want to avoid a lengthy set of proceedings. I wouldn’t be surprised if you heard from her as early as tomorrow. So get some rest, and don’t meet with her or her lawyer . . . What was her lawyer’s name?”
“Robert Jones, I think.”
“I know the man. Little weasel. Anyway, don’t agree to any meetings until you talk to us. I’ll cancel my appointments for tomorrow so I can be ready whenever they call.” She looked at her daughter. “Can I assume you’ll be staying here tonight.” She paused, then added, “AGAIN?”
Charlotte blushed. “Well, she’s hurt and all. I can’t just leave here like this.”
“Of course you can’t dear.” She kissed Charlotte on the forehead. “Well, your father was right about one thing. At least you won’t be getting pregnant before you graduate from medical school.”
“MOM!” Charlotte was so embarrassed she actually turned red from head to toe. Rose just found something else to look at, decided that a particular tree in her driveway was incredibly fascinating. Charlotte’s parents got back in their car without further incident and headed home.
Rose turned to Charlotte and hugged her and kissed her.
“Thank you. What brought this on?”
“I’m sorry I turned away from you earlier. I . . . I’m just . . .”
Charlotte silenced her by kissing her back. “Just don’t do it again, okay sweets?”
“Never. Would it help me out if I told you I loved you again?”
Charlotte might as well have been painted red for all the blushing she had been doing. “It just might.”
“Well then, I love you. Again.” The two girls went inside and downstairs, where they fell asleep on the couch.
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Just as Mrs. Webb had predicted, Rose received a call from her mother’s attorney early the next morning, insisting on meeting immediately. Charlotte got her mother on her cell phone and helped negotiate on behalf of Rose. Then the strange three-way call was over.
“So, did your folks figure anything out?”
“My mom was being strangely coy, so I think she may have something up her sleeve. She did say she needed to make a stop, but she’ll meet us at that guy’s office. She insists on representing you personally.” The blonde girl hugged Rose. “I’m so happy you two are friends now. It was driving me crazy having the two most important women in my life fighting.”
“Well, friends may still be a bit off, but I don’t think we’re enemies anymore. So, what do you wear for things like this?” After ignoring most of Charlotte’s suggestions because they involved thongs and leather, she got dressed and the two of them headed to the law offices of Robert Jones. They waited in the parking lot for Mrs. Webb to arrive. Annabel had a quirky little grin on her face, but refused to explain what she had on her mind. They went inside and sat down.
“Well,” said Mr. Jones, “my client has produced the proof of marriage required. Barring the existence of a will, by state law Mrs. McGuire is entitled to an equal share of her former husband’s estate.
“You’re right,” said Annabel. There was silence in the room. They had expected the top-notch lawyer to come out swinging. For a brief moment, Rose was wondering if she had been duped. “Though if we go to court, I’m sure I can the amount your client is owed reduced due to my client’s personal investment in maintaining the house. But I’m sure she will be entitled to something.”
Jones looked worried. He may have been a rat in a silk tie, but he knew a trap when he smelled it. “So you have no problem with getting an independent party to assess the value of the remaining belongings, house, vehicle and property to determine how much my client should be receiving?”
“Not quite.” Annabel looked awfully smug, and suddenly Rose found her smile again. She sensed a great big ‘but’ coming on. “But you seem to have overstepped your bounds. Your client is not entitled to any profits regarding the property itself. The house, yes, but not the property.”
“Don’t be absurd. If the property belonged to the late Mr. McGuire, then . . .”
“Well, it did belong to a late Mr. McGuire, but not your client’s husband.” She pulled out the stack of files she had gotten from Rose’s filing cabinet, as well as a much newer, cleaner looking file. “While the recently deceased Charles McGuire left no will, HIS father, a Mr. Samuel McGuire did.”
“What does that old freak’s will have to do with this?” piped in Beatrice.
“Shut . . . your . . . mouth,” said Rose coldly. Her grandfather had been a quack, but at least he had treated her like family, unlike either of her parents. Her mother sat back and stayed silent. She instinctively knew that her daughter was more than capable of kicking her fat ass.
“Actually, ma’am, it matters a great deal. While the elder Mr. McGuire’s will did leave the house and some other things to his son, the rights to his property had an unusual wording. His land holdings were left to ‘his next surviving blood relative.’ A tad eccentric, but his records showed him to be a little unusual.”
“I’ll say,” started Beatrice. “The man was a . . .” Her tirade was cut off when Rose started audibly cracking the knuckles of her good hand.
“Well, your husband never actually claimed any of the property.”
“Why wouldn’t he?”
“Apparently, because your father-in-law ‘neglected’ to tell him about them. It seems your husband was seen as something of a . . . well, failure for his father. All your husband had to do was go talk to the administrator of his father’s will, and he would have been told all about it. But apparently your husband was too pathetic and lazy to do that. Well, as Rose McGuire’s attorney, I did just that. Charles McGuire probably thought that the house was all the inheritance he was going to get. Well, since he is no longer alive to make a claim, the rights and deeds to all Samuel McGuire’s properties falls solely to his sole remaining blood relative. That would be my client, who will be finalizing HER inheritance this afternoon. And since the house and truck themselves are not in particularly good condition, the amount YOUR client can expect will be minimal. Most of the value was in the property itself, which Beatrice McGuire has NO claim to whatsoever. When you are ready to assess the value of the remaining items, let ME know. Do not contact my client directly anymore. We will work out any payment owed to your client at that time. Since it is proper for one party to accept a cash settlement equal to their share of the inheritance, that is what we will do, so there will be no need to sell the house. After the assessment, my client will pay your client the agreed amount, and formal ownership of the house will fall to her. Oh, and in the meantime, if you or your client step foot on Rose McGuire’s property for any other reason than to take part in the assessment process, it will be considered trespassing and both of you will be arrested. Good day. Girls, shall we go?” Rose and Charlotte got to their feet and followed Mrs. Webb out the door. Once outside, Annabel said, “God that felt good!” Without warning, Rose caught the elder Mrs. Webb in a breathtaking hug, and Charlotte joined in as well. “I seem to be up to my armpits in young women. Now, let’s go get lunch and then you can go take control of your land.”
They had lunch at a ritzy, upscale restaurant where the drinks cost more than most meals Rose had ever consumed. But Mrs. Webb was apparently a favored client at that establishment, and she was picking up the tab.
Rose was confused on one issue. “I don’t want to sound ungrateful or anything, but how am I going to make a cash offer to Beatrice? I don’t have that kind of money, even if it is for just half the house and half the truck.”
Mrs. Webb finished off her iced-tea. “Well, it really isn’t that much. The value of the house will be minimal without the property rights. You might have to sell some of your property to . . .” She stopped when she saw that Rose was just staring at her blankly. “You really had no idea . . .”
“No idea about what?”
“Your grandfather may have been a little ‘off-his-rocker,’ but he owned quite a bit of property. Did you ever wonder why no one ever tried developing the land around your house?”
“I just figured no one wanted it.”
“It’s near a large university. Everyone would want it. Your grandfather owned close to one hundred acres of forestland surrounding your house.”
Rose almost spit her diet-Pepsi all over the table.
“And that’s not all,” Annabel continued, sounding obviously excited. “He also had plots of land all over the city and all across the state. He had been inheriting land from your ancestors for almost a century. Some of that acreage is in prime locations. You could sell just a couple of deeds and have enough to pay that bitch-mother of yours, open your own business and have plenty of cash left to spend. Young lady, you just became very wealthy.”
Rose was stunned. Her life had taken another startling turn, and she wasn’t sure how to react. So Charlotte showed her, first by hugging her tightly and then by kissing her repeatedly all over her face.
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When that evening rolled around, Rose was exhausted. She had spent all afternoon signing papers and negotiating the sale of some of her new property in the southern portion of the state. She had gone from “barely scraping by” to “rolling in dough” in the course of a day. Charlotte had gone home for a few minutes to excitedly help her mother explain the day’s events to her father. Before they had gone their separate ways, Mrs. Webb had given Rose a genuinely warm hug, and gave the young woman a note that had apparently been left in the care of his attorney. He had left it for Rose, on the off chance she was able to claim his legacy to her. It was short and to the point, just the way her grandfather had liked things. She had tears in her eyes as she read it a second time.
“Dear Rose,
I’m writing this note because I realize my health is failing, and I’m not good enough with words to tell you face to face what I’m thinking. I realize you’re only nine years old at the time I’m writing this, but you’re smarter and wiser than your years suggest. I look at your father, who has selfishly and foolishly squandered everything in his life, and nothing more so than the delightful young girl who is his daughter. Your whole life, you’ve shown yourself to be a fighter and a free spirit. I remember visiting you one day after you had been sent home from school in the second grade. You had beat up a boy who had made fun of your hair. I was so proud of you, though I guess I shouldn’t have encouraged you to go picking fights. But you showed more spunk in that moment than your worthless father did in his whole life. I just knew you weren’t the type to lie down for anyone, and I hope that hasn’t changed by the time you read this.
I would have like to have left you more, but this property is all I really have. I would have left it directly to you, but I’m sure my son would have found of way of ruining everything by the time you were old enough to collect on it. So I’ve put a provision in my will that leaves it to my nearest blood relative, and I’ve instructed my attorney not to tell your father about it unless the lazy little shit comes to inquire about my estate. I figure if I leave him with something, it will make him think that’s all I had. If you are reading this, it probably means my lack of faith in him was justified.
My only request is that you keep the property that my house stood on. You can do what you want with the house itself, but the land is special. It’s where my wife and I first had a place we could call home. I’d like to think that there is a lot of love floating around that place, and I hope that some of it finds its way to you.
Well, I’m not one for rambling on too long. Just know that there is at least one member of this family that is proud to share their blood with you. Lord permitting, I’ll be looking in on you from time to time from heaven (or maybe hell) to make sure you’re doing all right.
Love,
Grandpa Sam”
About that time, Charlotte arrived and walked in the door. She was met with another breathtaking hug from her redheaded lover.
“Not that I mind, but what was that for?”
“Finding your way to me.” Then she kissed the blonde girl, still holding her tight.
“Don’t need a reason for that. Just don’t stop.” They kissed again. “Hey, I picked up some Italian food on the way over. I thought we might have a picnic to celebrate your newfound fortune.”
Rose was kissing Charlotte’s neck at the time of the suggestion. “Sure. Where did you have in mind?
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Rose found herself sitting on a blanket in the middle of the college soccer field closest to her house. Charlotte had a key to get them in the gates, which she had acquired under the premise of wanting to practice late in the evening. They had enjoyed the food and the sodas, and were lying on their backs, holding hands while staring at the sky.
“So,” asked Charlotte, “what’s next? Are you going to open your own garage now?”
“Nah. I like working for Mr. Branch. I may see if he wants a partner so he can expand his operation though. But I may build an extension onto the house at some point, and turn my gym and office into a home garage.”
“Why an extension?”
“I’d just like a little more space to move around in.” Rose was a little nervous, but she had something on her mind she needed to get out. “You know, a place to store stuff. Like maybe your stuff. If say, you were to officially move in with me.”
Charlotte squealed in delight and rolled over on top of her. She proceeded to kiss the living daylights out of Rose. Rose noticed she was also grinding her hips into Rose’s, so the redhead wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist and held her tight.
“So does that mean you’ll at least think about it?”
Charlotte got a pouting but thoughtful look on her face. “Tell you what, I’ll do you one better and say ‘yes’ right here and now, but only on one condition. Okay?”
“What is it?”
“That before the night is over, you make sure I’m very well fucked.”
“Oh, the compromises I make!” Rose was smiling as she reached down and shoved her non-injured hand into the back of Charlotte’s snug shorts, gripping the young girl’s ass tightly. She was wearing one of her delightfully wicked thongs, which Rose grabbed and tugged on slightly, drawing the front tight against Charlotte’s mound. “Stand up and get undressed for me. One thing at a time.”
Charlotte went ahead and removed her shoes and socks before getting to her feet. She slowly lifted her tee-shirt up, stopping at mid-breast just to tease her lover. Then she shirked the shirt entirely and slid her shorts down her legs. If she realized that she was now almost completely naked in the middle of a soccer field where she was going to be playing in a few days, it didn’t seem to bother her. Her thong and bra were matching pink and she twirled delicately, putting them on display. Rose had unbuttoned her pants and had slid her hand down to her own crotch, fingering herself while her lover put herself on display. Charlotte reached around and undid the bra clasp and let the straps fall over her shoulders. She kept the bra in place though, at least until she squeezed her generous melons together. Then the bra fell free.
“Just one item to go.”
“Well, that one item may just take a while.” Charlotte grabbed her backpack and pulled out her harness as well as a dildo Rose hadn’t seen before. It was actually two dildos, with the one on top being thicker and longer, while the bottom one was smaller but with a larger number of bumps and ridges. She had grabbed a small bottle of ID lubricant and was applying it to both pieces when she looked down at Rose and said, “Now get your pants off!”
Rose had slid her pants down to her knees when Charlotte decided it was taking too long. With her lover’s legs still tangled in her jeans, the blonde girl knelt down and put the head of the larger dildo in the opening of Rose’s cunt. She pushed in until the smaller dildo underneath made contact with Rose’s perfect little asshole. She started to push in.
Rose was frustrated because with her legs still stuck together, she couldn’t see what was going on. But she could feel it. She felt her pussy filling up, then her asshole started to stretch. She gasped. They had played similar games before, but this felt special somehow. Finally, Charlotte realized her lover’s predicament and finished removing Rose’s jeans so that the redhead could wrap her lover up with her legs. With a dong buried in both holes, Charlotte started a fast, steady pace. Unlike the times when she had used two different toys or a double-ended dildo, this time Charlotte was able to go really hard and really fast. She took good advantage of that. Rose was loving it! Both her openings would fill and contract at the same time, and the cock in her ass was so heavily ridged that it caused a series of wonderful sensations on every stroke. The two girls almost instinctively started fondling each other’s chests, though Charlotte had considerable more to play with. So Charlotte let one had head south to play with her lover’s clit as she pounded her way into Rose’s vaginal cavity.
“Harder! Harder! I’m gonna cum!” And Rose proceeded to do just that, clamping down on both sections of the love toy as she let her juices run. She wrapped her arms around Charlotte’s body and dug her fingernails into the girl’s back. They held that position until Rose felt her body relax again.
“Well, now it’s your turn. And remember, you have to make sure that I’m thoroughly fucked. So, how are you gonna do it?”
“I’m not sure yet. Why don’t you sit on my face while I think about it?” Charlotte placed her knees on either side of Rose’s head and moaned contentedly as her lover’s tongue went to work. Rose had become so familiar with the blonde girl’s nether region she didn’t even need her fingers anymore. Charlotte’s inner lips were particularly sensitive, so Rose licked and suck on them quite a bit. She had her little blonde girl squirming all over her face in no time. She used her tongue as a small dick and just thrust it in and out before returning to her licking. Finally, she just went for the ice-cream cone approach, and Charlotte had her first orgasm shortly thereafter. But Rose held the young woman’s hips in place, and started to work before Charlotte had even fully recovered from her initial climax. Rose’s mouth and face were slippery with girl-cum, but she wanted so much more. She kept up her oral fixation for another fifteen minutes, and made her lover cum two more times.
“Enough,” said Charlotte as her body quivered and her pussy spasmed for the third time. “I’ll move in with you.”
“What,” said Rose with a grin, “is that all you’ve got? Let’s see what other toys you brought.” Charlotte dismounted her lover’s face and Rose rooted through the backpack of goodies. She found something that would just about do the trick. It was one of their larger attachments, being eight inches long with a thickness of an inch and a half across. Rose picked up the discarded harness and switched out the attachments. Then she pulled Charlotte to her feet and led her over to one of the goal posts and had Charlotte put her back against the cold steel. Rose placed the large head of her toy at the entrance to the other woman’s sex box and then stood up, letting the entire eight inches slide inside Charlotte’s body. Charlotte understandable groaned as she got filled up. Rose reached under Charlotte’s arms and around both her lover’s body and the goal post. She used her good hand to grip her injured arm just about the sprained wrist. She was pretty sure this would work. Then she leaned back and instructed Charlotte to wrap her arms around Rose’s shoulders, her legs around Rose’s waist and to lean against the post. Charlotte did, finding herself with her feet off the ground and completely impaled on the large plastic cock.
“Are you sure about this?” she whispered huskily. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
“I’ll be fine.” Their bodies formed what was almost a v-shape, and it allowed Rose to support more weight for longer than if she just tried holding her lover straight up. She started pumping her hips. She wasn’t able to pull more than three or four inches of it out of Charlotte’s body, but the blonde girl didn’t seem to mind staying full. Rose picked up the tempo, and soon the whole soccer field was filled with the sound of hip-flesh smacking against ass flesh. She was fucking her girlfriend hard and deep, and she didn’t care if someone heard them.
“Like this?” she asked. “Like getting a good long dick from your girlfriend?”
“More than anything! Fuck, that thing is so big!” Rose pounded away for almost ten minutes. Even with the goal post helping, Rose felt like her arms were going to fall off. But it was all worth it when Charlotte arched her back, stuck those big titties straight out and clenched her vaginal walls, trapping the invader as she climaxed for the fourth time. Rose managed to keep her lover supported through the entire, pleasurable ordeal, but she had to let Charlotte’s feet hit the ground before she dropped the blonde girl on her delectable ass. They stood there in a tired embrace, leaning against the goal.
“So, are you thoroughly fucked enough?”
“I’ll tell my folks this weekend. Can I help decorate the extension?”
“Will it involve a lot of nude painting and more sex?”
“Probably.”
“Then yes, you can.” The two of them tossed their clothes and toys into the backpack and made their way, completely nude except for their shoes, back to the house they now shared. Rose was determined to break the family curse. She wasn’t going to run away from everything like her parents had done. She was going to make that place a good home, and the most important part of that was walking beside her and holding her hand. She looked up at the stars. They seemed particularly bright that evening. She smiled and whispered something under her breath. “Thanks Grandpa.”
Charlotte turned her head as if to ask what Rose had just said, but Rose cut her off with a kiss. Charlotte looked confused, but didn’t push the subject. All she said was, “I don’t think I will ever understand you.” Hand in hand, they returned home.