*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
Also, if female bisexuality offends you, kindly hit the backspace key now.
This is Part 2 of two parts. If you have not read Part 1, Part 2 will not make sense.
Chapter 6
Home again, Jessie picked up her Parasols magazine and read through it. Jenny went onto the Internet and quickly read what she could find about running a diner.
"See? Like this," Jessie said, coming into the office.
"Mm-hmm, cute," Jenny agreed, looking at a large photograph of a woman's hairless pubic mound. "Bald beaver, um smooth snatch, bare uh..."
"Or... You like this?" Jessie asked, showing her a woman's pussy that had a landing strip just barely covering her slit.
"No! No, this one," Jessie said, showing Jenny the next photograph.
"Hmm," Jenny mused, looking at the heart shaped thicket of blonde curls covering a woman's pussy.
"Need scissors, moisturizing shave gel and a fresh razor," Jessie said, leaving the magazine on the twin sized bed in the office. "Which one you like?"
"First see if we got what..." Jenny said.
Heloise Decker had a business in Alec come out and install triple pane windows after the last freeze Stepping Stone, Louisiana had endured. The two girls screamed as they heard a loud 'bang' as the outermost pane of their kitchen window shattered.
The Molotov cocktail shattered and a sheet of fire erupted on the inner core pane of glass.
They then heard a second 'bang' as Mrs. Thibodeaux discharged her twelve gauge shotgun at Dirk Bannon's Kia.
"God damned fucking fat ass bitch!" Dirk screamed as he threw his car in reverse and sent a cloud of clam shells spraying everywhere.
Jason Thibodeaux, Mrs. Thibodaux's grandson grabbed a fire extinguisher and sprayed the burning vinyl siding of the trailer. Less than two minutes after the first 'bang' the crisis was over.
"Meet again, Ms. Decker," Officer Buster Michaels said, not smiling. "Now, Mrs. Thibodeaux, you one hundred and one percent positive it were Dirk Bannon's car y'all seen?"
"I am one thousand percent sure it were Dirk Bannon's little Kia I shot," the gray haired woman said. "When you find him? Going see he ain't got no passenger window no more."
They would have to wait nearly ten hours before they could examine Dirk's Kia. After tossing the incendiary device, Dirk had to drive himself to Alexandria, to the hospital to get shotgun pellets and glass dug out of his arm, neck and face.
The business that had installed the replacement windows had a crew out repairing window and siding before Dirk had been located in Alexandria. After the crew finished, Jenny and Jessie travelled to the grocery store.
"Well, hear y'all had y'all selves little excitement there," the old woman at the grocery store said as she rung up a pair of short scissors, a can of moisturizing shaving gel, a packet of disposable razors and a large bottle of unscented skin lotion.
"Ma'am?" Jenny asked. "Jessie, quit looking at the candy."
"Had y'all selves a little fire?" the woman suggested.
"No ma'am, don't believe so. Jessie, you know anything about a fire?" Jenny said, not missing the surprised look on the cashier's face when she denied any fire.
"Fire? No, trailer don't have no fireplace," Jessie played along.
"Must have been someone else had them a fire," Jenny said.
"Huh," the cashier said.
"How the hell she know about that?" Jenny asked Jessie the moment they got into the safety of the truck.
Heloise Decker would have been outraged that her microfiber couch was being subjected to such immoral activity; two girls kissing, touching each other was just as sinful as sinful could be. But she would have been pleased that her great-granddaughter had the wherewithal to put three of her threadbare towels underneath Jessie's naked buttocks.
"Here, Jessie, scooch your butt up, huh?" Jenny said, kneeling on a throw pillow on the floor.
Jessie slid her pelvis forward, putting her feet onto the couch. Jenny picked the scissors up and looked at Jessie's tight curls, looked at the pink slit, Jessie's inner lips beginning to peek out.
"Ugh!" Jessie cried out as Jenny suddenly put her mouth to Jessie's wet pussy.
The smell of Jessie's pussy had been of sweat, of muskiness. The taste was an intoxicating blend of sweat and musk. Jenny dropped the scissors to the floor again and put both hands on the backs of Jessie's thighs. Jenny rubbed Jessie's smooth, soft skin, then brought her hands toward Jessie's sweet little slit. Jenny used her thumbs to open Jessie's pussy as she delved her tongue deeper into Jessie's folds.
"Mm, oh Jessie," Jenny moaned and continued to lap at Jessie's pussy.
Jenny located Jessie's fat little clit and swiped the small bud with her tongue. Jessie shuddered, then grunted in orgasm. Jenny reached a hand up and began to toy with Jessie's heavy breasts, pinching and twisting Jessie's nipples. Jenny wrapped her lips around Jessie's clitoris, then gave Jessie's clitoris a forceful suck.
"Ugh! Oh God, Jenny," Jessie keened in orgasm.
Releasing Jessie's clitoris, Jenny lapped at Dessie's pussy lips, tasting Jessie's orgasm. Her hand continued to twist, tug Jessie's hard nipples.
"Shit! Rug muncher," Jessie accused.
"Chewing up the carpet, eating at the Y, lickety-split, box lunch," Jenny agreed, giving Jessie's little pussy one last lick before picking up the scissors again.
"God, that was so, oh God," Jessie groaned, legs shaking.
"Yeah it was," Jenny quietly agreed. "Now, you sure you want do this? Looks so pretty as it is."
"Bet it'd look even better," Jessie offered.
Jenny shrugged before beginning to snip away at Jessie's curls. She had known Jessie wouldn't change her mind; once Jessie had something in her pretty head, it would not leave until Jessie had exhausted the idea. But, Jenny did think Jessie's pussy was a pretty pussy with the dark curls framing it.
In moments, the towel had a dusting of bark hairs and Jessi's plump pubic mound was covered in prickly stubble. Jenny looked at her handiwork and hoped that Jessie's pussy would look a lot better after the stubble was removed.
"Itches," Jessie complained.
"Looks itchy," Jenny agreed and applied a wet washcloth to Jessie's pubic mound.
"Ugh! Oh, rub it," Jessie grunted, then whispered.
"After, Jessie, shit, let me finish this, huh?" Jenny said.
