Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2018 02:24:36 +0100 From: Bob Johnson Subject: End of the Street End of the Street. By. Drusilla bjjl@mail.com It was finally Friday, Amanda was looking forward to a quiet weekend alone at home. Fumbling through her purse for her keys, she made her way across the parking garage to her car. Suddenly, a hooded figure stepped out from behind the square pillar and pointing a gun straight at her. "Keep ya mouth shut! Ya won't get shot!" "PLEASE! Please! Here, take my purse! You can have all my money. Please don't shoot me!" The hooded figure grabbed Amanda's arm. "Don't fuck with me and ya won't get hurt! Get in the fuck'in car!" Amanda slid inside, the hooded figure slid into the back seat behind her. "Drive! Get this fuck'in car move'in!" "I......I.....have credit cards. Take all of them. Please just don't shoot me, please, please!" "Do what I tell ya and ya won't get shot. OK?" Amanda nodded her head. "Where, do you want me to drive to?" "Ya got anybody at home? Husband? Kids? Dog? Cat? Hamster?" "No. Nobody." "Good! Let's go there." Amanda drove into the garage, turned the car off and pushed the remote to close the garage door. The hooded figure crawled out from the back seat. "Get inside!" "Please don't kill me! Please, I'll do anything you want. Please!" The figure shoved Amanda forward. "Quit ya whining! Get the fuck inside!" It was a little kitchen, one small table with four chairs. "Sit down! Put your hands behind ya!" The hooded figure quickly tied Amanda's arms and hands together behind the chair. "Please, don't hurt me, please!" Amanda was breathing heavy, her body was shaking. "If ya don't shut up, I'm gonna gag ya fuck'in mouth! Ya want that?" The figure unzipped the hoodie jacket and tossed it on one of the chairs. Amanda couldn't believe her eyes, it was a young girl! Her hair was cut very short on one side and bobbed on the other. The color was greenish-blue and it swept over her right eye. She wore Denim pants, ripped and torn in a dozen places. A purple short sleeved tee shirt with bold printing that read "CRAZY BITCH" She wore black lace up boots, military style. She had tattoos on both her arms. A bright red devils head on one. Her upper left arm had a large red rose. Her other upper arm was a white skull, red eyes and fire coming out it's mouth. The girl was wearing a ring on each of her fingers, and her nails were polished black. "You're, you're a girl?" The girl gave her a sarcastic smile. "Hey, what gave me away? The tits?" "No, nothing...I mean, I just thought you were a man." She laughed at Amanda. "That's what I was go'in for. How'd ya like my deep voice?" She walked over to the refrigerator and yanked the door open. "Ya got anything to eat round here? Fuck'in starve'in to death. Haven't eaten in two days. Got any beer? Whine? Whiskey?" Amanda slowly shook her head. "No! I don't drink. There is no alcohol in the house. I don't smoke and there are no drugs in the house either." The young girl shot Amanda a quick look. "And, I though my life was fucked up!" The girl flipped the light switch on. She turned the radio on that was sitting on the counter. She adjusted it to a rockabilly station. "Yeah. That's better. Ya like rockabilly?" "I listen to classical music." "Shit! No booze! No drugs! No good music! No wonder ain't nobody here. They all died from boredom!" Amanda looked at her for a moment. "Are you being facetious?" The girl shot her a nasty look. "What the fuck is that?" "It means deliberately sarcastic. If you untie me and I'll be happy to cook you something to eat." "Yeah, RIGHT! Do I look like dumb ass of the year?" The girl took five eggs and a carton of milk from fridge. A song came on the radio, and she began to dance with the music. She shook her hips, swung her arms her arms and feet around. "YEAH! That's music!" She was singing along with the lyrics while scrambling the eggs. She danced over to the toaster and put in four slices of bread. The song finished, she turned the radio down and sat next to Amanda. The girl had a mouthful of eggs, she grabbed the milk and drank straight from the carton. Amanda stared at her. "You know that's filthy to drink from the carton." "Oh, shit! Where the fuck is my manners?" She grabbed a paper napkin, wiped her mouth, then took another drink from the carton. "Better now?" Amanda had no trouble believing the young girl had not eaten in two days, just by the way she inhaled the food. She gave Amanda a wink then carefully removed Amanda's horn rimed glasses. "Much better without those fuck'in glasses. God! I never seen how beautiful ya were until now. Ya like feedbag material!" The girl gently brushed her fingers across Amanda's lips, softly pulling her lower lip down. "In case ya haven't figured it out already. I'm a Dyke! A lesbo! Ya know what that is?" Amanda slowly nodded. "Yes. I do." The girl removed the Iris hair pick that held Amanda's hair in place. Amanda's long chestnut hair fell loosely on Amanda's shoulders. The girl combed her fingers through it. "Oh, yeah! Feedbag!" "What is feedbag?" "Ya don't wanna know." The girl reached over and unbuttoned Amanda's blouse. Amanda quickly pulled back in the chair. "Please don't. Please don't hurt me. Please." The girl laughed. "I ain't gonna hurt ya! I just wanna see those beautiful boobs!" She unfastened Amanda's bra, allowing her breasts to pop out in the open. "Yeah, them is nice!" The girl's young fingers played with the delicate nipples. "Beautiful nips!" Amanda began to shake, turning her head away. She had never been sexually touched by a woman before. The girl's hand slowly slid up Amanda's leg, up under her skirt. Amanda's voice was weak, trembling as she spoke. "Oh God. Please...Please don't. Please..." The girl leaned forward and looked Amanda in the eye. "I'm gonna take ya in the bedroom. Strip ya naked and lick ya pussy all night long!" Amanda closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as tears began to form. The young girl leaned over and slid her tongue across Amanda's lips. Amanda took a deep breath and held it. She opened her tear filled eyes. The young girl had the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. The warm tongue darted into her mouth. Amanda was hoping it would be over quickly. Suddenly, the girl pulled away, laughing loudly. "Relax! I'm fuck'in with ya! I wouldn't do that to ya. Even if I want to!" Amanda swallowed hard and took another deep breath. The tears were drying up now. The girl softly rubbed the back of her hand across Amanda's cheek. "Ya ever had a woman make real woman love to ya?" Amanda slowly shook her head. "I can make ya scream till ya can't no more!" Amanda looked into the big blue eyes. She wanted to change the subject. "May I ask your name?" "Brandy. What's yours?" "Amanda." "Ya even got a sexy name." "Beautiful women all got sexy names?" Amanda's voice was still weak. "Brandy is also a very beautiful name." Brandy's tone changed. "Yeah? It's alcohol! My mom was a fuck'in alcoholic and druggie. She was probably had a bottle in her hand. Said, HEY! I'll name the little bitch Brandy!" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry. You seem to have so much anger and fear inside you." "Ya wanna talk about anger and FEAR?" Brandy slammed a chair down in front of Amanda. "When I was eleven. My mom's drunk'en ass boyfriend held me off the floor by my hair! He said, listen ya little lesbian bitch! I'm gonna take ya upstairs and fuck ya until ya ain't queer no more! THAT'S FUCK'IN FEAR!" Amanda looked deep into those big blue eyes. They were almost like a window into all the hurt, anger and pain she felt. Tears began to trickle down Amanda's cheeks. "What the fuck ya cry'in for?" Brandy reached over and wiped Amanda's tears away with her fingers. "Ya like one of those girlie girls!" Amanda's lips were trembling. "Did he hurt really you bad?" Brandy laughed. "Not as bad as I hurt him! I kicked him as hard as I could right in the fuck'in balls! He hit the floor scream'in! Then I kicked him as hard as I could in the fuck'in teeth!" Amanda pulled her head back. "My, God!" "I ran out the back door with what I had on. Never went back there again. End of story." Amanda sat silently, staring at Brandy. She couldn't imagine what a horrible a life this young girl must have had. Brandy dumped the contents of Amanda's purse out on the table. "Let's see what's in here pretty lady! Keys, lipstick, eyeliner, moisturizer, firming cream, eyebrow pencil, chiffon powder blush. SHIT! No wonder you're so fuck'in beautiful. If I used all that shit, I might be look pretty too." "If you like, I can teach you how to put makeup on." Brandy leaned forward. "NO!" "Lets see what else." She flipped open the wallet. "WOW! Big fuck'in stack of credit cards. Insurance card, social, drivers license." She held the license up to the light. Look at ya! Beautiful even on ya drivers license! Name. Amanda Foster. Born 1964. Let's see 64, 74...." "I'm Thirty seven." The girl shook her head. "Really? Ya look like ya twenty seven." Amanda Smiled. "Thank you. I'll accept that. I certainly would appreciate it if you untied me. My arms are going to sleep and my shoulder blades are killing me. Please, I promise I won't do anything but sit here. Please?" Brandy reached around and untied her arms. Amanda quickly began to button her blouse and cover her naked breasts. "Hey! I love look'in at ya boobs. Don't hide'em." Amanda slowly unbuttoned her blouse again. Brandy laughed out loud. "I'm fuck'in with ya! Go ahead! Button up." Brandy gently massaged Amanda's neck, down to her shoulder blades. "Oh! God that feels good. I was cramped up. Your hands are so nice. Oh, that is good. May I ask you another question?" "Sure." "Why did you kidnap me from the parking garage?" "I saw how sexy ya looked. Ya drove me CRAZY! I wanted ya body!" "Oh, you did not! Please, Brandy. Be serious! I need to know." "Ok, the cops are look'in for me. I escaped from a jail work detail three days ago. I knew I'd get caught if I stayed on the streets too long. People on the streets talk for drugs or money. I had to get away and hide. Parking garage is the best lace to jack a car. Ya was the first one to come out." "What did you do to get put in jail?" "I shot seven people with my gun." Amanda snapped her head around and stared at her for a moment. "Oh, Brandy! You did no such thing!" "Ya just met me today. How ya know?" "I know you have a lot of anger and hurt issues, but you're not a murderer." Brandy laughed out loud. "That mean ya trust me?" "I guess, yes....You trust me?" Brandy's tone changed again. "I don't trust nobody. When ya do. They stab ya in the back!" "I certainly hope you don't think I would ever do that to you?" Brandy sat down, pushed the button on the gun and the clip dropped out. She slid it across the table to Amanda. "There! Ain't loaded. Clip's empty. I ain't got no bullets. I just use it to keep the fuck'in creeps and pervs away. One thing I found. Ya gotta gun in ya hand. NOBODY fucks with ya!" "I don't like guns. They're horrible." Amanda pushed it away. "Did you ever go back home, Brandy? I mean, after that terrible night? To see your mother?" Brandy shook her head. "Na! The cops picked me up a few days later on the street. Took me back home. When we got there my mom was stoned outta her fuck'in head on drugs. Her fuck'in boyfriend was upstairs in bed with another girl. Long story short. Cops arrested everybody! I went straight to foster care! Until I turned eighteen. Then they kicked my fuck'in ass out! I don't wanna talk about it anymore." "You still didn't tell me why you were in jail in the first place." "OK, shit! Me and three other girls stole a car. The bitch drive'in wrecked it. We all got arrested and tossed in jail. I got put on work detail. I ran away three days ago. If they get this time. They put me on the row! The last mile! The big nap!" Amanda shook her head. "Oh, stop it, Brandy! My, God! You've been watching too many prison movies." Brandy took Amanda by the arms. "Ya ain't never been in those places. I'm eighteen! I'm not that big. Dykes in there are big, hard and mean. They'll strip ya and rape ya when they want!" Again, tears began to drip from Amanda's eyes. Brandy shook her head and wiped them away with the back of her hand. "Can ya quit cry'in ever minute? Ya fuck'in gonna get me do'in it!" Brandy looked over at Amanda. She tried to resist, but she couldn't. She grabbed Amanda's hand. "I wanna make love to ya so bad! It fuck'in hurts me inside!" Amanda went silent for a moment, avoiding all eye contact with Brandy. She sniffed, wiping her nose and staring at the table. "If that will make you happy. It's ok." They slowly walked down the hall to the bedroom. Brandy pulled her hand away from Amanda's grip and quickly turned away "Fuck! I can't do this! I can't force ya! I can't, Amanda!" Amanda held Brandy's face in her hands, looking again into those big blue eyes. "You got me in here. You better do something with me." Brandy closed the blinds then cautiously removed Amanda's clothes and lowered her gently onto the bed. Brandy froze for a moment, admiring the beautiful naked body lying on the sheets. She slowly slid down next to Amanda, softly kissing her passionately, rubbing her hands over the soft large breasts. She whispered in her ear. "I waited so long for ya. I really did want ya the minute I saw you. I ain't never been with a grown woman. Only girls. I'm afraid." Amanda turned her head and whispered back to her. "I like it. Kiss me more. All over." Brandy moved downward, kissing her neck, kissing her breasts and teasing the hard nipples with her tongue. Goosebumps quickly formed all over Amanda's body as she shivered. Brandy's tongue finally reached the folds of Amanda's pussy and worked her magic for the first time on a grown woman. She made Amanda's body twist and heave all over the bed. She made her scream. "OH MY GOD!" Amanda's knuckles were white, her fists grabbing the sheets. She screamed so loud, she scared herself. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she screamed out loud, almost tearing the sheets. Brandy was now determined to give Amanda as many orgasms as possible. "OH MY GOD! BRANDY! BRANDY! PLEASE! You're going....OH GOD!" Brandy rolled over next to Amanda, giggling like a little school girl. Amanda was gasping for breath, her breasts heaving up and down. Brandy was giggling again. "Was trying to kill me really that funny?" Brandy propped herself up on one elbow. "How many orgasms I give ya?" "I don't know. They came too fast. I can't move now." Brandy laughed out loud. Amanda looked over to her. "God it's been so long since I felt anything like that." Brandy slid her hand across Amanda's Breasts. "I can't believe how beautiful ya look." Amanda moved her hand from her breast. "Did you have an orgasm?" "Yeah! Ya legs were moving up and down so fast. I just put my pussy on to ya knee. Ya did the rest." Amanda could see Brandy out the corner of her eye. "How long are you going to stare at me?" "All night long." "Please don't play with me. I can't take anymore." Brandy laughed. "Ya ever masturbate in the shower?" Amanda swatted her on the leg. "I'm not answering that! It's filthy." "I love how ya talk. It's fuck'in proper an all?" Amanda raised her eyebrows. "We need to work on that F word. You use it in almost sentence. It's really disgusting. Did you ever read a speech book?" "I had one at school once." "Did you read it?" "Na, fuck'in lost it." Amanda laughed and swatted Brandy's leg again. "You're such a smart ass!" Brandy laughed as she jumped up from the bed. "I gotta go shower. Ya wanna come with me? I can make ya orgasm again." Amanda held up her hand and shook her head. "Please, Brandy. I'm not eighteen. I can't take anymore tonight." The two of them lay side by side in the darkness. "I could make love to you all night." Amanda shook her head. "Just hold me and go to sleep. Please?" Brandy laughed, placing her head on Amanda's breast. "I can hear ya heart beat. I would really never hurt ya. I love you too much." Amanda placed her hand on Brandy's face. "Is there a man in ya life? I mean, Somebody ya been sleeping with?" "No. I was married once. When I was twenty six. Several years later, we found out I couldn't have children. I was infertile." Brandy put her arm around her. "I'm sorry. Ya would've been a hot mama." "When My husband found out. He packed his things. Handed me divorce papers and walked out." Amanda began to sob, her body was shaking. Brandy wrapped he arms tighter around her and held her until they both fell asleep in the stillness. Brandy opened her eyes, the morning sun shooting through the bedroom window. Amanda was gone, but her nostrils smelled coffee. She quickly rummaged through Amanda's closet and found a bedshirt. She strolled into the kitchen to a delightful surprise. Amanda was cooking breakfast, completely in the nude. "Hi there sleepy head." Brandy sat down at the table, put her elbow up and rested her head in her hand. "Why are ya so pretty?" "If you mean why am I in the nude? This is how I always go around the house." She poured a cup full of coffee and sat it down in front of Brandy. "You like waffles? I have two ready with butter and syrup." "Can I eat'em off ya boobs!" Amanda smiled and shook her head. "How about you just eat and don't worry about my boobs." "Notice how I didn't say the F word at all today." Amanda laughed. "You've only been up for a minute." "How come ya didn't run away? Call the cops?" "Because...I don't want to run away. You're scared and alone. I wouldn't turn you in to the police." Brandy took a gulp of coffee. "Ya always take in every stray ya see?" "Yes, I do. I just never took in a human one before." Amanda sat down next to her. "Are you ever going back to see your mother again?" Brandy shook her head. "Nope. She od'ed on drugs two years ago. When I was in foster care." Brandy pushed her empty plate away. "Ya never did tell me what kind of job ya got." Amanda took the plates off the table. "I'm an analytical chemist. At the university. I work there." Brandy cocked her head at Amanda. "Ya don't look no nerd to me!" "I don't know what a nerd is suppose to look like." "What the hell ya do there?" "Simply put, I analyze materials in mixtures. To study or modify them. You would fine it extremely boring." "Ya like that guy with the freaky white hair?" Amanda burst out laughing. "I think you mean Einstein. I'm not anything like him." "Shit! Beautiful. A genius, standing there naked! Can't get better than that!" Amanda held Brandy's hand. "Seriously now, Brandy. What are we going to do about the police? I'm not sure if hiding or running away is the solution. Maybe turn yourself in?" Brandy shook her head. "I don't wanna go back there. I don't wanna get the fuck beat outta me! They'll put me in with some big dyke bitch!" Amanda wrapped her in her arms. She put her head on her shoulder and began to cry. "Whatta ya cry'in for. I'm the one has to go to jail!" Amanda was blowing her nose and wiping away tears. "I don't want you to suffer any of those things either! I don't know what to do. Brandy leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "You just cry over everything! You're such a girlie girl!" Amanda stared at her. "What is a girlie girl?" "One hundred percent female! Cry at anything. Loves frilly things. Get all excited over new shoes! Cry when ya sad. Cry when ya happy. That's a girlie girl!" Amanda stroked Brandy's face as she chuckled. "I could make you up so you would look like a pretty young woman." Brandy quickly pulled away. NO, YA NOT!" Brandy watched Amanda putting things away in the kitchen. "What ya going to do today?" "It's Saturday. I clean my house on Saturday. Maybe later we could go to the beach?" Brandy shook her head. "I hate making love on the beach. I get sand in my pussy." Amanda swatted her on the arm. "That's really disgusting!" Brandy laughed. "What about your work? Gonna go to work Monday and leave me here all alone?" "I will call Monday and request some sick time. I have three days coming." "I could cum all three days." Amanda swatted her arm again. "Quit being filthy." Brandy laughed again. "We can't go nowhere. Safer stay'in outta sight." "We could drive up the coast. Eat lunch in some small town cafe. I don't think the police will be looking for you there." "Lets, see...beautiful drop dead woman with a tough look'in Dyke. Don't think we'd stand out much!" "You can wear a dress..." "NO! NO! You're NOT dress'in me up like a girlie girl!" Brandy jumped up from the table. "I have to got to the bathroom!" She ran down the hall and into the bedroom. Amanda was vacuuming the living room when Brandy came in. "You could help me dust." Brandy smile at her and shook her head. "Ya not gonna change me into a little girl! Those days are over for me!" Amanda shut the vacuum off, walked over to her and sat next to her on the sofa. "I know, sweetheart. I'm so sorry those were taken from you. I just wish I could take away some of your hurt." Brandy took Amanda's hand. "Ya called me, sweetheart. "Yes, I did. Because you are a sweetheart." Suddenly, Brandy jumped up from the sofa. "What's wrong? Did I say something?" "Cop car! He's go'in really slow down the street. He's turning around coming back. FUCK! Where's my clothes?" Amanda peeked out the window. "In the wash. But, he's not stopping. He's driving on by!" "If they catch me with ya. And, find out ya been letting me stay here. They'll arrest both of us! It's called aiding and abetting. They'll book ya. In jail! Ya life fucked up because of me? I gotta go. Can't take a chance." "Where will you go?" "Back on the streets. I hid out there before. I can do it again." Brandy put on her clothes and tucked her pistol in her jeans. Amanda followed her. "Please, don't leave, Brandy! We can go in my car. I can take you out of town. To another city. I can get you a hotel room. I can rent an apartment!" Brandy grabbed Amanda by the shoulders and shook her hard. "AMANDA! We're not Thelma and Louise here!" "Ya just don't understand what'll happen if I get caught here! If I'm gone, ya in the clear." Amanda took hold of Brandy and kissed her on the lips. "Don't leave! I want to make love to you." Brandy was holding back the tears. She pushed Amanda back. "AMANDA! Quit fuck'in my head up! It's NOT easy walk'in away from ya! I love YA! I'm not gonna get caught here!" Brandy quickly turned toward the garage door. "LISTEN! If the cops come here. Ya can't tell'em I was ever here. Ya never heard of me!" She turned, bolted through the garage and down the street. Amanda rushed to the window, Brandy was running down the street. She held the curtain open until the hooded figure disappeared at the end of the street. Amanda couldn't hold back her tears, she began to sob loudly. It took every ounce of strength in her body not to run after Brandy. The house was exceptionally quiet now. Amanda stood in the hallway, her eyes still burning. She walked back to the empty bedroom where she and Brandy had made love the night before. She threw herself across the bed and cried until she fell asleep. END.