Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2021 02:05:05 +0200 From: Drusilla Andrews Subject: Throwaway Throwaway. By. Drusilla (((Please consider a donation to Nifty Stories. Please keep this site running for everyone to enjoy. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html))) She was unapologetic, arrogant and no respect for authority. I could only imagine what kind of tomboy she must have been. I could tell she had battled the world and their expectations for her was to become something she was not. There was a part of me that was glad she never gave in, she remained true to herself. She walked with confidence, like she was ready for action bat any moment. Her black hair was cut short up one side, longer on the other side and on top. Both her ears had cuffed earrings made of spikes and a silver stud in her nose. She wore black lace-up boots, dirty torn jeans. Black t-shirt, that said "Cum Get Sum" and a denim vest filled with patches and pins. Even though she tried to hide her beauty, those blue eyes always peeked through that lop of long hair on the one side. I met Miranda for the first time, in the university parking garage. I had stepped off the elevator and was on my way to my car. Suddenly, a man jumped out from behind a parked car. He grabbed me around the throat and knocked me down. I was trying to scream, but he was too strong. I was chocking for air and I prayed that this would not be my last day on earth. I heard someone yell out. The man turned away and released his grip around my neck. He yelled back at the person. "You better get the fuck outta here, freak!" It was a woman's voice that replied. "Take your fucking hands off her, numb nuts!" He quickly released his grip on my throat and jumped up. I was able to breathe again. She was standing next to a white van. As the man approached her, she quickly pulled out a gun from under denim vest. The man stopped immediately and stepped back. He smiled. "You don't even know how to use a gun, bitch!" She pointed it downward. "How would you like to be a eunuch? I can't miss your balls at this range." His expression quickly turned to one of fright. He turned and ran down the parking ramp, screaming back at her. "YOU CRAZY FUCKING BITCH!" She came over. "You alright, lady? Did he hurt you bad?" I shook my head. "No. He was choking me but you made him let go. I don't know how to thank you." She knelt down, picked up my glasses from under the car, then took my arm and helped me up. "I thank God you came along. We need to leave before he comes back." She laughed. "He ain't coming back. The gun scared the shit outta him." We walked to my car. I unlocked the doors and she opened it for me. "You're fine. Keep the doors locked on your way home." I grabbed her arm. "I'm not going to leave you here alone. Please, get in the car. I'll drive you home. Please! You saved my life. It's the least I could do." She gave out a sigh. "Ok. Drop me off downtown at the bus station." I pulled out of the parking garage. "I meant, I can take you to your house." She looked over at me. "You are taking me home." I paused. "Seriously? The bus station?" She shook her head. "Why don't you go home to the hubby, the kids and the dog. Forget about me." I paused for a moment, my neck was still hurting. "I don't have a husband, or kids, or a dog. I live alone. I'm still scared to death. I would appreciate it, if you would come home with me. I'm sacred he might come to my home." She looked over at me. "Why, did you tell him where you lived?" I shook my head. "No! I'm scared and confused. I've never been attacked before. It's frightening." She looked out the window. "Ok, I'll go home with you. But, I tell you, he ain't coming back." I was relieved when she said yes. "You saved my life. Let me buy you dinner. What would you like to eat? Anything at all." It was the first time I saw her smile. "I'd really like a big fucking pizza. Canadian bacon, pepperoni, mushrooms and black olives." I laughed at her. "There is a great pizza place two blocks from my house. All the university students go there." She gave me a thumbs up. "You sold me." I pulled over, took my cell phone out and ordered the pizza to go. It was ready by the time we got there. I pulled into the garage and pushed the button to close the door. I unlocked the door to the house, and she followed me in with the pizza in her hands. She looked over at me. "I don't suppose you got any beer?" "No, I'm sorry. I don't drink, I don't smoke and I don't have any drugs. Prescription or otherwise." She shook her head as she sat down. "And, I thought I had a boring life." I ignored her comment. "I do have diet soda, if you want one." She waved her hand. "Why not, you only live once." I sat down at the table. "My name is Ashley. Ashley Taylor." She took a big bite of pizza. "Miranda. But, everyone calls me Andy." I watched her gobble down another piece. "You don't mind if I call you Miranda, do you?" She shook her head. "You were right. This pizza is really great!" I picked up a slice. "I'll have this one and you eat the rest." I wasn't very hungry, I still upset from the attack. I wanted to know more about this girl that saved my life. She told me about being in foster care and all the horrors she endured from home to home. She finished the last slice of pizza. "So, when you turn 18, you become what they call, aged out. Just a fancy word for throwaway. Basically, you're homeless. End of story." I shook my. "You just live in the bus depot?" She chuckled. "Sometimes I upgrade and move to the park." I couldn't accept that. "I want you to stay here with me. I can't let you to go to the bus depot, or to the park. I can't do that." She swallowed the last drop of soda and laughed. "You're a nice lady and all, but you don't want me around." I looked at her in disbelief. "You saved my life. I would be dead right now if you hadn't stepped in!" Miranda's face turned serious, then she leaned her elbows on the table. "You don't know anything about me, Ashley. I was in that parking garage because I steal things outta cars. I sell them to make a living. I'm not your big hero. I was there stealing stuff outta that van." She leaned back in the chair, as she ran her fingers through her hair. "In case you haven't figured it out yet, I'm gay. A Lesbo! Dyke! Muff diver! Bean flicker! Pick any name you want, I've been called all of them." My thoughts went back to my room mate in college, because she was a lesbian. She was the first woman I ever had sex with. I remember how much better sex was with her than it was with my boyfriend. My room mate and I would spend an entire evening making love in each others arms. Miranda was snapping her fingers. "Hello in there!" I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I'm not myself." "Yeah, I believe you. I better be going, thanks for the pizza." I quickly grabbed her arm. "Please, don't go. I have a spare bedroom. You can sleep in there. The bed is clean, and it's better than the bus station." Miranda laughed. "I would like a real bed for once, if you don't mind a lesbian staying in your house." I stood up. "There's a bathroom. You can shower or take a bath." She glanced at me. "You saying I smell?" "NO! I didn't mean it like that." I was on the sofa watching television, when Miranda walked in with a towel wrapped around her. "You still up?" I nodded. "I can't sleep, my neck hurts. I'm not used to being choked." Miranda stepped behind me and put her strong hands on my shoulders. "Relax. Let me rub the muscles in you neck." I almost jumped off the sofa she touched my shoulder muscle. "Sorry, but your muscles are in knots. They're gonna hurt until I get them worked out." She was right, it did hurt, but slowly the pain began to go away. I began to feel warm all over. Her hands were like magic on my neck and shoulders. I leaned back and closed my eyes. Her hands opened my robe and found their way to my breasts. The soft touch of her fingers playing with my nipples, arousing me. She climbed down beside me on the sofa. Our lips met and so did our tongues. Just the touch of her tongue, gave me goose pimples. Her hand slid up my thigh and I didn't resist. I dropped my robe, and she laid me down on the bed. She smiled down on me. "I'm going to make you see stars and fireworks. I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever have." She softly kissed me from head to toe. By the time her lips reached mine, I was more than ready for the fireworks. When her tongue mashed against my clit, I screamed out loud. She held her hand over my mouth, so I wouldn't scream too loud. When I thought she was through, she made me scream some more. She kissed me with her tongue, my aroma was all over her face and lips. All that did, was aroused even more. It took several minutes before I returned to reality. Miranda lay next to me with her arm over my breasts. She leaned in and kissed me. "I have a confession to make." I smiled at her. "What's that?" "I've never made love with an older woman before. You are my first." I leaned over and kissed her. "How was I?" She kissed me back. "You've turned me away from young girls forever." I rolled over next to her. We cuddled and that was the last thing I remember before waking up the next morning. I heard Miranda banging around in my kitchen. I stumbled in, raking my fingers through my tangled hair. Miranda stopped and stared at me. "I would have had breakfast ready, but I can't find a fucking thing." I pointed at the table. "Sit down before you destroy my kitchen." I made the coffee first, and poured us each a hot cup. "What would you like for breakfast?" She placed her elbows on the table. "Eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, pancakes..." I raised my hand. "Hold it, hold it. I don't have that much food." She laughed at me. "I'm just fuckin' with you!" I made scrambled eggs, a few sausages, along with some toast and potatoes. I never seen a girl eat so fast in all my life. "Do you always eat so fast? It would give me indigestion." She replied between bites. "When you eat from dumpster to dumpster, you better be fast or else someone else gets it." I couldn't imagine even being is a dumpster, let alone eating from one. She was done before I finished one sausage. I pushed my plate over to her. "Here, you can have the rest of mine. Obviously you're starving to death." She laughed, then quickly cleaned my plate. It felt good watching her eat. I took a sip of coffee. "Stay with me. I have a house and a good job. I don't want you to seal to survive. I don't want you to eat from dumpsters and I don't want you to live in the park either." She pushed the empty plate away. "What we had last night, was the best that ever happened to me. But, no disrespect, me and you ain't cut from the same cloth." I shook my head. Does that matter?" "Yeah! You're a beautiful, smart woman. I ain't even in your class. You don't need some Dyke like me hanging around." I shook my head. "If that's your best argument, it's totally ridiculous." She smiled. "Yeah, but it's true." I reached over and grabbed her hand. "Listen to me. If you keep running around with that gun, you're going to kill someone. Worse yet, you might be killed." She shook her head. "I would never kill nobody." I replied, "I'm certainly glad to hear that." "The gun ain't got no bullets. I found it in a dumpster, it's empty. But, it sure keeps the pervs away. They don't know it's empty." I sat my coffee cup down. "I'm not a young girl. Is that the reason you don't want to stay me?" She took my hand and playfully licked my fingers. "I would love to keep you for myself. Keep you naked as my private love slave." I pulled my hand away and put the dishes in the sink. "I'm too old to be a love slave, and you're being facetious." She smiled. "I don't even know what facetious means, but it sure sounds cool." I quickly replied. "It means you're joking inappropriately." Miranda leaned back in the chair, laughing. "What do you do at the school all day?" "It's a university. I work in the administration building." She stared at me for a moment. "Then, you're a hot, sexy secretary?" I chuckled. "If that's what you like to think." I took her hand as I sat down next to her. "Stay here, for just a week. If you don't like it, then you can always leave." She nodded, then winked at me. "Ok, but you have to promise you won't take advantage of me." I slapped her on the arm. "You're being facetious, again." That week, eventually turned into years. I was a 33 year-old woman with an 18 year-old lover and I never felt more alive. Miranda did something for me that every woman wants. She made me feel wanted and young again. Truthfully, most people thought we were mother and daughter, but I didn't care what they thought. I was in love with Miranda. Then, I discovered something she was really skilled at, it was soccer. She told me she had played in high school. She said it was the only time in her life that she felt like she belonged. I spoke with the coach and asked if she could try out for the team. If she were good enough, I would help her apply for an athletic scholarship. She was good enough and it took a lot of hard work on her part and mine both. I soon found out she was smart when she put her mind to it. We brought her grade averages up, so she would be eligible play soccer for the university team. The rest is history. Four league championships in a row. Miranda was captain of the team for two of those years. She was recruited by a woman's professional soccer team, and now she makes more money than she ever dreamed possible. I see her mostly in the off season, when she's not playing in Europe or Asia. Miranda is 26 now, and she has grown into a beautiful woman. She is nothing like that eighteen year old throwaway I met in the parking garage. I don't work any longer. We live in a much larger house overlooking the ocean. I wait for her to come through the front door and ask the same old question. "Where's my beautiful love slave?" END.