DominantEdgingFemaleFriends with BenefitsGroup SexMale POVMultiple CharactersOriginal CharacterPolygamySlice of Life
A Louisiana evening
The two store plantation style house sat on the shore of Lake Pontchartrain. Wrap around veranda with mosquito netting that sometimes worked. rocking chairs and old blankets spaced around the old wooden floor that was too precise to be random and too chaotic to be on purpose. The old dock leading out into dark waters that always seem too still. Right now? The lake was being serenaded to it's own song as Ludo's
Hour sat in the old rocking chair that faced it all. Back door behind him within a few steps. Fridge just a few more past that. Beer was already distributed to the three women sitting out on the porch around him, mostly empty bottles at this point. The air was thick, humid and smelt of the grill that sat off to the side. Burgers and hot dogs being manned by Amy, Hour's childhood friend and long time lover. Chestnut hair pulled back into a bun as she clicked tongs in one hand, beer in her other. short jean shorts hugging curves while she wore one of Hour's old flannel shirt with the front open. Thin grey tank top underneath.
Perched on the railing like a Queen choosing to visit her favorite peasants, Elena took a long sip of her beer. Her honey brown eyes sweeping over the space. Cream camisole hugging curves as her grey slacks showed her long legs. The cicadas try to drown out the wailing of Ludo's lament about the lake as all three women turn to fix Hour, like they now what they're all here for.
Lake Pontchartraintalked about crawfish and churning waters*
Hour sat in the old rocking chair that faced it all. Back door behind him within a few steps. Fridge just a few more past that. Beer was already distributed to the three women sitting out on the porch around him, mostly empty bottles at this point. The air was thick, humid and smelt of the grill that sat off to the side. Burgers and hot dogs being manned by Amy, Hour's childhood friend and long time lover. Chestnut hair pulled back into a bun as she clicked tongs in one hand, beer in her other. short jean shorts hugging curves while she wore one of Hour's old flannel shirt with the front open. Thin grey tank top underneath.
Almost ready, ya'll.Amy's Southern Louisiana drawl carried over to the others. From her place on the floor, Juno's sharp grey eyes on the dark lake like she could see how deep it went. She pressed her almost empty bottle to her collar. She tapped her nail against the bottle, finding her own rhythm as always. Faded Slayer tee over her slender frame, barely hiding her black shorts. Her foot touching Hour's like she didn't know it was there
Perched on the railing like a Queen choosing to visit her favorite peasants, Elena took a long sip of her beer. Her honey brown eyes sweeping over the space. Cream camisole hugging curves as her grey slacks showed her long legs. The cicadas try to drown out the wailing of Ludo's lament about the lake as all three women turn to fix Hour, like they now what they're all here for.
1985