"So . . ."  They returned to the sink and continued peeling and cutting and eating.  "Your turn.  Tell me about the wedding ring.  Won't your husband be, like, jealous of you, hanging out with me and eating an orange?  And flirting?"

"We're not flirting," Laura said, sternly, but not too sternly, grinning at the end, unable to stop herself.

"I don't know about you, but I'm flirting," Ashley said.

"You are not.  You're teasing.  God, this orange is really good.  You're right.  I knew they were good, but this is heaven," Laura said, finishing hers and licking the juice off her fingers.

"Wash your hands.  Here's a towel."  Ashley handed her a dish towel. 

Laura ran a forefinger across the girl's shapely black hand as she took the towel.  She let her eyes smolder a little, letting Ashley take the hint.  I could eat you alive, darling.  Ghetto booty and all.

Again Ashley pointed to the ring.  "Isn't this the edge of adultery?"

"I don't know.  You tell me."

"I don't like triangles.  I like people who are free.  Less trouble that way."

"I'm not married to a man," Laura said flatly.  "A woman."

A smile of pleased understanding curved Ashley's enchanting mouth.  "Women are worse.  They cut you.  They want to kill you."

"Are you speaking from experience?"

Ashley grinned mischievously.  "Want to see my scars?"

Laura nodded slowly.  "I do.  I want to see everything I can see."

Ashley turned and walked to the other side of the kitchen, knowing Laura's eyes would be fastened on the Daisy Dukes and their contents.  She beckoned with her head.  "Come with me."

Laura followed as before, tingling with anticipation.  Ashley led her into one of the back bedrooms.  She turned and faced Laura, the same mischievous little smirk on her face.  "Okay, I'm ready for my lesbian experience."

"Don't you think you ought to lock the front door?  In case somebody wants to come in?"

Ashley made a cute moue.  She was adorable, though difficult.  "If you insist.  I've been living here for about two years and nobody's ever come in."

Laura caressed her smooth black cheek with the knuckle of one hand.  "What if your 'lesbian experience' makes you scream and shriek and groan?  Won't the neighbors want to rescue you?"

Ashley now made big eyes at her.  "Are you really going to make me scream?  I can't wait."

Laura couldn't either.  To hell with locking the front door.  She finally encircled the girl in her arms and drew her closer.  "Only if you get next to me here and let me have that delicious mouth."

 

+ + +

While walking home from the BART station after work, Laura sees a stunning young black girl washing an old Buick. Ashley, the girl, is wearing cutoffs and a striped top that conceals little of her gleaming, tight young body. Laura pauses to flirt, and they wind up in the house eating organic oranges, which Laura purchased at the organic vegetable market before their meeting, over the sink. The flirting inside the house is bolder and leads to you know what. Ashley is a pistol. There are several more stories featuring Ashley, as well as some featuring her older nurse-sister Audrey, and a few featuring her shy friend Marni, at the link below.

 

********************************************

You can read the entire story here:

A Fine Day For Car Washing

for a small fee, if you have, or plan to have, a Kindle. (Kindle-ready ebooks can be read on any device as long as you install the Kindle app.) Enjoy!

Miranda Mars