Coral And Kendall Pt 01

Three times a week, sometimes more, Coral would see her back by the dumpster in back of her bakery. Around 20, she had bare feet, dirty torn sweatpants, and a filthy oversized man's t-shirt that couldn't hide the fact that she had huge knockers and no bra.

At first, Coral was taken aback. Watching the young woman root through the dumpster for edible scraps, her sandy long hair matted and uneven, she was obviously homeless. Coral started looking for her. When she thought she'd be coming back around she'd put something in the dumpster in an easy to get to spot.

A loaf of fresh bread, A fruit pie, a tin of Banana muffins, a bag of dinner rolls, some bottled water. They always disappeared. It still took weeks for Coral to work up the nerves to approach the girl.

"Hey, you wanna come in? I'll make you a sandwich." Coral felt it was a lame opener, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Really lady? I'm a walking health code violation." The woman said in a somewhat street worn husky voice.

She had a point, though.

"Then stay here and I'll bring one out." Coral smiled.

"Do I gotta pay? I ain't got no money." The girl said.

"No, you won't owe me a penny." Coral said. "You like turkey?"

She nodded yes.

Five minutes later Coral was back with two sandwiches on paper plates and a couple of bottles of soda and a bag of chips. They sat on the back step of the shop, so Coral could hear it if a customer came in.

The woman devoured the sandwich and soda before Coral was even a third of the way through hers.

"Thanks lady. I don't usually eat so good." The girl said.

"Call me Coral. What shall I call you?"

"Call me anything you want. I don't care." She replied.

"Well you have to have a name, right?" Coral tried.

"Kendall." She said reluctantly.

"How'd you end up on the street, Kendall?" Coral asked.

"How does anyone end up on the street?" Kendall rejoined.

"Drugs? Money problems? Landlord kicked you out." Coral suggested.

"A little bit of everything, I guess. I've always sucked at holding down a job. That hasn't helped." She admitted.

"Why is that?" Coral asked.

"Let's just say I got secrets. Big secrets. And when they get found out. Bang. I'm back on the outside looking in." Kendall said mysteriously.

"So you live on the street?" Coral asked.

"Got to. Like I said, I got secrets." Kendall replied.

"Have you always been so...sullen?" Coral said.

Kendall's face softened thoughtfully. "No. Back when I was little, when things were normal...I was normal..." She stopped.

"What happened." Coral asked.

"Puberty, mostly. My body changed almost overnight. I got these ginormous knockers and...stuff." Kendall explained. "My folks were real Christian and sent me to a girls school. I got kicked out of school and then home, and then every time I'd get things pointed in the right direction, bam. I'd get found out, and it was the same old shit all over again."

"Sounds terrible." Coral agreed. "Can't you find a shelter somewhere?"

"Can't do shelters. Same reasons." Kendall said dejectedly.

Coral didn't really understand, but there was something nice about Kendall, and she didn't like how many mean things seemed to have happened to her. She didn't know where the idea had come from, but she found herself blurting out. "My apartment's above the store. If you want to get cleaned up? I probably have some fresh clothes that'll fit you too."

"I usually try and go down to the lake a couple times a week, but that's not the same. You'd really let me? Wow. That's doing a stranger a solid." Kendall remarked.

"Go ahead. The stairs are over there and the bathroom is the first door on your right once you get in the apartment. The hot water heater's been on the fritz a little so you might want to keep a towel close." Coral recommended.

It was almost quitting time. Kendall had been up there for a little over an hour. Coral decided to close up early, and found Kendall wrapped in a towel on the couch, contemplating her filthy clothes.

"Let me brush out your hair, and then we'll find you something clean to wear for now. I'm closed tomorrow anyway, so if you stay here on the couch tonight, we can hit a couple thrift stores and get you some clothes that actually fit." Coral offered.

"You're too nice. Whoa!" Kendall exclaimed as Coral started teasing the mats from her hair. Some were just too far gone and Coral had to fetch a pair of scissors, but a little judicious trimming and she didn't look nearly as disheveled.

"I think I know what's wrong with your water heater, too. If we can stop by a home supply store I think I can get the parts to fix it." Kendall offered.

The next day they spent driving around. Coral spent around 80 dollars on clothes for Kendall and another 35 on parts for the water heater.

The heater was in the basement. Coral watch, the next day as she went down the cellar stairs, wearing her oversized bike shorts and hoodie they'd picked up. Coral had made her buy a bra and panties, but Kendall had complained that the bra pinched her too much, so the girls swayed under the hoodie like a couple of drunken sailors with a 24 hour leave pass and a bottle of whiskey.

Coral found herself suddenly thinking of the last time she'd had a date. She really couldn't remember clearly. It had been a while.

"Goddamit, Coral. You call these tools? These screwdrivers are made of butter or something. Wait. I think I got it this time." Kendall's voice wafted up from below.

Leaving the counter she stuck her head down the steps. Kendall was squatting on her hauches, the old heater element on the floor beside her the new one half installed. Even though her shorts were intentionally baggy, the way the fabric was pulled against her leg revealed something unmistakable.

"Kendall, what the hell." Coral gasped.

Kendall's head whipped around. A look of horrified panic on her face, followed by one of resignation and defeat. "I think I got it, Coral. Almost done. I'll button this baby up and then be on my way, okay? No regrets?"

Coral felt crestfallen, shocked, but also fascinated. Kendall had melons three times the size of hers, yet she had that thing bulging down the leg of her shorts. She just couldn't square it in her head.

"Kendall, is this what happens?" Coral finally gasped.

"No. Usually, it's worse than this." Kendall admitted dejectedly. "But it always ends the same."

Coral finally understood. Super-feminine big tits girl in the shelter, hit on by everyone in sight. Only a matter of time before...she finds herself kicked out.

"You fixed my water heater. I owe you something for that. Stay here tonight, and we'll figure out something in the morning." Coral said. It was only sensible, right?

"I should get going..." Kendall said after breakfast. In a short few days she'd started to look healthy again, Coral observed.

"Where?" Coral asked.

"I got these friends..." Kendall had begun.

"Don't bullshit me, Kendall." Coral spat.

"Look. I got these tits, I got this dick and this pussy, and this curse. I know you haven't been here before, but I have." Kendall said.

"And you're navigating it so well, that you've reduced your existence to dumpster diving." Coral said.

"Like I got alternatives? Hey dick girl, you're fired. You know how many times I've heard that? You got a dick, get thee behind me Satan, spilling from my own mother's lips. Yeah, it leaves a bruise after a while. Dumpster is better than being hated on." Kendall admitted. "And I saw it in your eyes. OMG She has a dick. Don' t pretend to preach."

And the funny thing was that she was right on all counts. Coral's first reaction was revulsion. She wasn't surprised that most people felt similarly. It was her second reaction that was giving her problems. She wanted to see Kendall naked, and she couldn't say why.

At first it was an almost clinical curiosity. But the more she thought about it, the more she appreciated that Kendall had opened up to her in a way that she probably never had to another human being. The more she began to think about what living like Kendall must be like the more her resolve had stiffened.

"Okay, Coral. I don't want to overstay my welcome." She'd said in the morning. "Maybe I should just move along."

"I...I appreciate you fixing the water heater. Maybe you could stay on a while longer. I know the couch isn't the most comfortable..." Coral offered.

"Woods are way worse. Look, I'm used to rejection. Used to being made fun of when I get found out. Maybe momma was right. But if you want me to stay..." It was a request as much as it was a question.

It was the only way she was going to find out. She'd tried to sleep, but she kept hearing Kendall toss and turn in the other room.

The streetlight cast a spatter of light on the floor. Coral was naked.

"Kendall, you're awake, right?" She said.

"I am. Are you okay?" She responded groggily.

"No. Come sleep with me." Coral begged. Taking the most adventurous step of her sheltered life.

In silence, the light traced them, hand in hand, as Coral led Kendall to her to her bed.