Charter Three
789 Words
Carla's POV
I'm at Molly's house taking her from the bathroom to her bed. I placed a trash can next to her head in case she needs it and brushed her brown hair out the way. Oh Molly how can one get so drunk without me noticing. Poor baby, but she did what this night to end with a bang. I did have fun this night. Timothy, man was a damn hot species. I wish the night did not have to end the way it did, but he is a man to remember. All I can think about, as I get undressed, is his almond shaped green eyes staring at me. The more I think the more I want to touch and want him to touch me. I hope to see him again and soon. The hot water felt so good on my body. Running my hands through my hair. Washing my hair quickly wanting this more by the minute. Lathering up the wash cloth with soap, getting to washing my body. From my shoulder down my arm and back up the other arm. Cupping and caressing my breast, the wanting building up. My hands sliding down my body toward my goal. My need intensified down below, as I slipped my finger in slowly. Pulling out and adding another finger, feeling the fullness and needing more. Thinking about him not for the first wishing he was here. His hands, body, his c**k in me, my hands on his fine, fine ass.
After that shower my fantasy left me wanting for more. I can't wait for Saturday night to see Timothy again. Walking over to the window, I, sigh seeing the street, builds and more builds. I miss looking out and only see miles and miles of trees. Maybe patches of green, green grass. Thinking about to the last time I was there, in that patch of grass surround by trees. I heard a siren outside snapped out of my head. Maybe I should get some sleep.
Waking up to a retching noise and crying. I run to her, helping her to make sure she doesn't miss the trash can. "Shoo, it's alright. You will be fine." I said, brushing her face. She finally stopped, sat up and looked at me. " I'm sorry I drank too much. I having such fun and forgot to slow down, not to have that at once. Sorry, I vaguely remember you with a guy and messed that up for you."
"Oh don;t you worry about that."
" But you don't get his number, how will get to know him, on a more physical level, that is. " She said with a wildly look in her eyes.
"Well I may have settled a date for next Saturday same place with Timothy." I said shyly.
She was silently looking at me, like I have grown another head and a pair of arms. Until the movement in the corner of her mouth twitched into a full blown smile. " Oh wow, you did what? When were you going to tell me?"
" There wasn't much time to talk between taking care of you and sleeping. Now was there."
" I'm sorry again. You got his name. Yea you are so lucky. I'm happy for you. "
" Hey, now don't get yourself to far into this. I don't even know if this is going anywhere."
" Yea right, I know you. You would not set a date with a guy don't want some more of what you saw."
"Let's see if there is something edible in your kitchen."
" Ok let's pretend I didn't say anything, if you do the cooking." Molly said with hope in her eye. Looking in the kitchen finding food was like gold. Maybe fools gold. The bread is moldy, cereal stale, milk sour, and no eggs. Most of the cupboards empty beside scattered cans of vegetables and fruits. A can of potatoes, that could be useful. Setting that aside to continue to look food. The fridge pretty much empty, some condiments, lots of take out containers, and spoiled food. The freezer is my last hope or we are going hungry this morning. Peaking inside was sad and depressing. There was ice, ice cream and emptiness. Shuffling around to make sure nothing was hiding, bacon fell out to the floor.
"Molly how old is this bacon in the freezer?"
'When was the last time you bought my groceries?"
" Molly that was three months ago. Are you telling me you haven't bought food in three months?"
"No I did just not a lot."
"Okay I'll make bacon and hash-brown. Then we will talk about this food situation." I said glaring at her.
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